The World's most Overpowered Side-Character-Chapter 433: Black Tomb.

"K-kill my... I could never-"

"Then your only other option is to kill me," Giza chuckled, leaning in her seat when she saw the confliction within the woman's eyes. "You can speak all the peace you want, the truth is; there has never in the history of existence been a period without bloodshed."

"The evils that you denounce are being carried out in the name of the same peace you try to hold as holy, the only reason your people are any different is because you are all cowards too afraid of the sight of your own blood let alone the act of drawing it."

"What about the tens of Millions, the Billions of lifeforms that exist outside of your cowardice where bloodshed is a part of their daily life, not by choice but by design, are they wrong for wanting to live regardless of the method they are forced into using?"

"But-"

"Life itself tries to kill everything it creates, that is why it is wrong, existence is a cosmic flaw creation was a mistake, that is why I want to make everything as it once was, where there is no pain, no suffering, no hate, no love, nothing but pitch black!" Giza sat forward, clenching her fists tightly as she thought about the light that had nearly been ripped away from her.. "It hurts to exist, I want to go back to emptiness, everything, everyone, just disappear."

"Will you do it or not?" Giza asked the woman, watching her hold on to the knife in her pocket, thinking wether to attack oer or to kill her spouse. "Hm?"

"I cannot take the life of another..."

"And what of the alternative, would you see your entire world die to protect your filthy creed?" Giza, now calm again, leaned into her seat watching as the man returned with another serving.

"Would my death save my people?" The man asked, fearlessly staring into Giza's eyes.

"It will postpone the inevitable and give them time to say their goodbyes, months, years even, I have no set time, I might leave you alone until the very end."

"I would accept this, to be a temporary martyr."

"No!" The waitress stood pointing the blade to herself. "Not him, me, I will make the sacrifice!"

"You doing it has no meaning anymore," Giza admitted, snapping her fingers and causing the knife in the woman's hand to turn to ash and blow out in the winds. "The reason I came here was never for you to begin with, you were merely an interesting conversation."

"Then, me?" The man asked.

"Among your people, even the children and babes, you are the most whole, the most pure being, if you give me your life, I promise no harm will come to your world until I say so." Giza stood and turned to him, ignoring his wife. "There are many beings like yourself, many across worlds, universes and cultures, what is your name?"

"I am Ontuo."

"You remind me of Sol Vestic, the only being I would ever call my equal." She smiled at him and outstretched her hand. "Come Ontuo, give me your greatest treasure, and your people may live."

"Teresi," Ontuo took Giza's hand smiling at his heartbroken wife as she sobbed on the ground. "Even as I cease to exist, I will always love-"

A moment later he was gone, soul and body shredded into dark matter and then devoured.

Teresi on the ground began wailing, grinding her teeth and punching the ground, bruising and tearing her flesh in the process.

"You understand the need for violence now, I will keep an eye on you little one, there is little potential within you." Giza smiled and then left as well leaving the rest of the people to quickly gather towards the widowed maiden.

***

Back on what remained of Makka, Umbra was not having as good a time as one would expect, while his pride prevented him from running away he struggled with every beast, tearing them apart seemed like the best option at first, but with every successful death the monstrous race grew more durable which meant he had to constantly raise his strength.

He was already fighting beyond anything he ever percieved he could before and yet they only kept coming, rushing at him like suicidal maniacs with only death on their minds.

And so he kept killing them.

"Fuck!!" The man exclaimed, taking an arm through his torso and grabbing the beast by its mouth, ripping it open and launching a black projectile inside of it with a roar, tearing himself apart in the process of escape and leaping away before the beast started emitting miasma from its mouth, perishing in a cry of pain. "Seventy billion to kill and I can't kill any of them using the same method twice unless its with an area of effect skill that kills multiple, but I only know so much..."

"This is impossible!" Umbra grabbed the next Makka beast by its neck, summoning his sword and driving it through the ribcage and then kicking it into the growing horde approaching.

He wanted to use his most powerful skills but something told him that would be a horrible idea, especially after considering that the most powerful ones on the outskirts of the system were still on their way; power twice and even three times that of the beasts before him.

Maybe even stronger.

"You seem to be struggling, my Lord." Giza's voice suddenly echoed across his mind causing him to falter and miss his attack. "Would you-"

"Giza!" Umbra snapped enraged after suffering a punch to the side of his cranium, burying him beneath the surface of his battlefield. "Stay out of my head!" He emerged with an arm half chewed and his shoulder missing a chunk of flesh after he was attacked under the soil as well.

"Apologies." She replied earnestly and then went quiet.

"I need to kill the mobs before the main events start arriving," He closed his eyes and summoned his screaming sword once more. "I just have to find original ways to kill themor catch multiple in large-scale fatal attacks..."

"What is he up to this time?" Giza wondered, watching Umbra encase himself in a spherical prison where the beasts could not reach him and he could not harm them.

"They're smarter than I am after a day of fighting, I can't outwit them anymore and I can't overpower all of them at once..." He admitted to himself.

"However!!" He exclaimed, and Giza's eyes widened in surprise when the entirety of the Makka system was suddenly engulfed in his dark mana. "I have the power to make dark miracles happen, I am the ender, the sole being that will lead all of reality into despair and death, it doesn't matter who or what stands before me, I will remove all obstacles!"

"If I can get rid of the vast majority in one fell swoop and thin your numbers, I don't care if you become immune to my Mana, I'll figure something else out!" Umbra began cackling right as one of the makka beasts broke through his barrier and lunged at him.

"I'll destroy everything, everywhere in your filthy universe, every galaxy, every star, every forsaken rock with even a trace of life, I will erase it all!" He continued laughing when the first and then a second Makka beast grabbed his arms and began trying to rip him in two.

"I won't be stopped here, I can't be killed by the likes of you!"

"Forbidden arts: BLACK TOMB!"