"She is coming, guys!!"
Jordan said with a serious tone as he looked up, and there she was, her eyes chilly and her demeanor even colder. Substance, motivated only by purpose, began to keep an eye on her enemies. She was obviously mindless, at least partially, yet her existence, which revolved around Merciless, her sole drive being to serve and act upon his will, enabled her to rise above the level of a simply mindless entity, no!! There was indeed a flicker of consciousness within her.
But not one so complicated that it might explain why she can easily outperform these old beasts. But it was precisely because she was mindless that she became so unpredictable, as the collective genetic memory archive of Merciless was the very thing that was fueling her being. Her mind might be mindless, but in every cell of her being was a horrible amalgamation of life experiences and muscle memory that began to chimera itself throughout her existence.
Despite the fact that each person whose memory Substance had taken only represented a small portion of each of their battle experiences, the mere collective of them created a fighting style that included Hector, Anastasia, Merciless, Jordan, Albedo, Abadis, Ophelia, and Zalana, resulting in a web of chimeric understanding on a genetic level. As a result, her gaze was drawn to Jordan, the most visible and dangerous target there.
As such, with all she had, her mission was simple: Jordan had to die; he was too dangerous to keep around, and he was a threat to her goal. As a result, for the first time in her life, Substance exploited the immense power she possessed, demonstrating why she was five times more dangerous than base Hector as she began to showcase her physical prowess.
"Get ready, guys, she is com...
"ᴰᵒᵈᵍᵉ ᵈᵃʳˡᶦⁿᵍ."
The voices of enticing women could be heard in Jordan’s thoughts, the warning arriving at the last second, his mind racing with where to flee. But, as much as Jordan disliked admitting it, he was a fan of failsafes, just like the king himself. In these cases where his normal perception was insufficient to track or see incoming attacks, his body responded to this threat as a set of metal commands that he had set long ago; if he was even in the face of danger by an enemy faster or stronger than him, it would activate upon his third wife’s warning.
Order: Command: Accelerate my thought process by 3000 times for a total of one minute. The cooldown is set to 30 minutes.
Order: Command: Adapt to enemy attacks and rebuild within reason.
Order: Command: Increase healing by 200 times for two minutes.
Order: Command: Physical assaults received by an adversary are decreased by 40%.
Order: Command: Natural defense and durability are multiplied by 300 times over four minutes, followed by a four-hour cooldown.
Jordan’s body began to integrate those commands as he began to alter both mentally and physically, with one command permanently changing his body’s physiology and the other doing so just temporarily.
Even yet, Substance is physically enhanced by all of her genetic memories, which renew her muscular fibers and bulk in ways that are beyond human comprehension in certain aspects. It proves to be more than what Jordan expected because no one else is aware of it right now. Before Jordan’s eyes, Substance’s natural speed was so devastating that it appeared to even him in this world of slowed time as if Substance was teleporting, even to someone with a tremendous boost in the cognitive process.
This slime was a nightmare to cope with since, in front of him, Substance was hurtling towards Jordan at a pace that had long exceeded the speed of light twenty times over. For Jordan and Substance, reality in itself seems normal, but for everyone else, time has stopped dead in its tracks, and an illusive zero-second confrontation is about to begin. Substace naturally targeted his head with her fist, intending to either blow it off or, at the very least, punch a hole through his face.
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Jordan, on the other hand, was able to avoid her lethal attack in the final moment. He walked to the side, and in that moment, he transported everyone he had transformed into dolls to one of the tree trunks he had seen before, like a lion guarding his helpless and equally useless cubs. While dealing with Substance head-on, his objectives were no different from hers; she had to die if any of this was to go smoothly; therefore, he targeted her back as soon as he dodged her initial strike, his fist wrapped in black miasma.
Before the strike reached Substance, a pair of demonic succubus burst from her back, each wing much larger than her own human body, but their purpose was not for flying. What Substance did next shocked Jordan because it was like a water gun hitting a metal wall with the physiology of a sponge. His attack, which could shake a mountain and burn it to a crisp, was blocked and absorbed by Substance’s wing as this monstrous slime devoured the Black Miasma flames along with the kinetic force of the impact with said wings.
Substance’s posture, timing, and manner reminded Jordan of a woman he knew too well. Clearly, he was taken aback by this, and Substance, being Substance, took full advantage of the situation, cruelly turning this tiny diversion to her advantage, and two Aether rings appeared without warning, one below Jordan’s chin and the other below Substance’s feet. She then stomped down into the portal with all her strength, and from the other side, which was the portal under Jordan’s chin, Substance’s feet appeared with incredible speed and force, and she kicked Jordan with a nasty chin shot.
Blood splattered from his chin as he shattered and kicked off his whole lower jaw, which was now hanging by a string. His teeth were now on the ground, mostly shattered and in pieces, and the gurgling sound of him chocking on his own blood and teeth could be heard clearly. However, the intensity of that blow drove Jordan rushing upwards, and in actual time, not even a fraction of a petasecond had passed. Time was truly stopped, or you could say both Substance and Jordan were traveling and moving relative to their own laws of time, Jordan was propelled speeding into orbit in a matter of seconds.
Substance opened an Aether portal at that moment, going through it, reaching the summit of the planet’s atmosphere before Jordan saw the stary sky from up close, and the purple and black haze and color of the planet became visible to Substance, but she wasn’t here to sight-see shit; she was here to murder a demonic vampire, and murder was all she was thinking about in this instant.
She spotted Jordan rushing directly at her at an amazing pace, but it didn’t matter; she was here to accomplish one thing and one thing only, and that was to murder Jordan. She started using a new technique of hers, but the conditions called for hand signals and chanting. Of course, Substance had no idea what these words meant, but the memory was ingrained in her at a genetic level, allowing her to perform it devoid of the need to understand anything, much like a parrot repeating the speech of those around them.
Her hands began to make a series of hand signs, similar to Buddhist hand signs, as she began to chant, her tongue like that of the ancient tongue, but when correctly translated to English, the chant was like a dark and twisted poem as it proceeded like this.
"Oh, blissful clock of morn and dusk, ticking aroint the hours of mine precious time. Life departs, life comes to an end, and the process repeats itself: the endless cycle, the wheel of reincarnation, the fragrance of rebirth, and the constant pull of renewal after perpetual wink. Once wrapped around the flesh, blood gouts as life flows from the veins, as a thorny flower that is both beautiful and revolting. And yet, the balance that gifts meaning, the heavy mist that blocks off all rebirth, the scale of the dateless lodge, her eminence, the anguish of the violet fissure. For life and death are beyond and below her, meaningless situations that are both irrelevant and meaningful. O mother, whom sleeps ’i the lodge above the continuum of time and conception, grant me thy benediction Aχλύς."
When Substance achieved this, something supernatural began to invade this sphere of reality. A crack, in reality, many times bigger than the galaxy began to appear behind Substance as if someone painted it there, but in reality this wasn’t that at all, nothing had been summoned, instead a gate to somewhere else’s hand opened up behind Substance, the gate being the size of many mountains, but nonetheless, this technique was the strongest technique of Zalana, and to be honest, it was easy to remake despite the fact that Zalana got this technique via a contract with a name Devil, who govern over death.
Anyone may utilize this power under three conditions: first, they must possess the necessary miasma, secondly they must do the required hand sign, and thirdly, they must be familiar with the old chant that the devil designed for Zalana to employ. Looking at it like this, all this power truly was, despite its grand design: was the opening of a gate to another universe, or in this case, another knot among the myriad strings that comprise it.
But this knot was not normal; rather, it was a world that the devil had previously formed into one of its lower kingdoms; it was a place where only death could exist, and as a result, anyone that entered this universe would perish without hesitation. But the difficulty with employing this ability was that it couldn’t drag foes in since it was only a gateway; you had to find a means to knock them inside so that the death inducing effect of this universe could be felt by those who intruded upon it.
As a result, Substance extended one hand toward Jordan and the other towards the portal, and the flying Jordan, who had yet to adjust himself due to the impact of the kick, flew through the Aether portal Substance made near his flying form, and through the other side of the ring, shortening the distance, as Jordan was sent hurdling inside the portal and entering the universe where the only state of being is death and death alone.
And the minute Jordan the fiercest and most difficult opponent to deal with was sent toward the portal, he vanished from this knot without a trace. Officially he was gone, leaving Substnace with two additional DNA samples to collect, Alucard and Lucy. As a result, without more ado, Substance opened a gateway via the Aether rings, which appeared just in front of Alucard, who had earlier fled from Substance. Keep in mind that Substance was not messing around at this point, and as a result, she was moving at her peak speed, causing time to halt around her and Alucard was no different, as he was far slower than her, it would take someone as fast as Jordan and Michelle to even dream to keep up with her.
The dark-skinned noferatu stood there completely unaware of what was about to happen to him. As such, Substance wasted no time, her hand igniting in a black flame as she copied Jordan’s Miasma fist technique, and without further questions, she brutally punched a hole through Alucard’s stomach, his guts and entrails splattering all over her face and the ground below, his stomach bulging out of the hole, and his spinal cord being push outwards knotting itself on the tree behind him.
The blood soaked into Substnace’s body, a fresh sample logged in the archive; her eyes blaze blue as sparkles of blue lightning engulfed her body, a new ichor for both her and her master’s disposal. All she needed was one more person, and her work would be complete; as a result, she began to flap her demonic wings as she approached Lucy, who was with Michelle.
However, she was abruptly halted because, as she flew higher, something caught her mid-air, and as she looked, she saw it: a gap in reality little bigger than a large dish, but what came out of the breach was horrifying, to say the least.
A bloody and skeletal hand, with remnants of flesh and veins still clinging to its structure grabbed Substance by the leg tightly, on the other hand, another split in reality appeared above the hand. This time, from that fissure emerged a horrifying and demonic eye that glared Substance down with utter annoyance, while a familiar voice could be heard.
"Oi where the hell do you think you are going, you have a lot to pay for?!"
Of course, this was none other than Jordan, who somehow escaped the hands of death and forced his way back into the universe from whence he originated, completely ignoring a conceptual effect that is death, and death alone.
