I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 50: The Arrival of Chaos

The Walpurgis banquet had begun, and the dimensional palace where Guy Crimson hosted the event was a realm of immense grandeur and dread. It was located in a pocket dimension outside the Cardinal World, under Guy's complete control. The sky was a swirling sea of amethyst and scarlet clouds, flickering with crimson lightning, while the ground was polished black obsidian, glimmering with veins of flowing scarlet magicules.

The enormous circular table was crafted from voidstone, a material that even True Dragons couldn't destroy, surrounded by ornate, high-backed thrones for the Demon Lords.

At the head of the table, Guy Crimson sat with a smug grin, his crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. A glass of rich, blood-red wine dangled lazily between his fingers, swirling with a casual elegance.

Behind him stood his two loyal aides, Misery and Rain, their crimson and navy hair glimmering faintly in the eerie light. Their expressions were stoic, but their eyes were sharp and watchful.

To Guy's right, Luminous Valentine stood gracefully behind Louis, who was playing the part of the Demon Lord in her place. Her silvery hair was hidden beneath a maid's cap, her pale blue eyes cold and calculating despite her humble disguise.

She gazed around the table silently, her lips curved in a mockingly polite smile, but her glacial gaze observed everything.

Next to Louis sat Leon Cromwell, his golden locks gleaming like liquid sunlight, his expression calm and aloof. His sky-blue eyes flickered subtly, betraying the faintest hint of wariness.

Further down the table sat Draguel, his massive, imposing frame barely fitting in his seat. His crimson eyes narrowed, exuding a menacing aura as he rested his elbows on the table.

Beside him, Frey sat with a dignified poise, her sharp eyes surveying the room, but her talons lightly drummed on the table, betraying her tension.

Dino, ever the slacker, was already slouched lazily in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, feigning disinterest.

Across from them was Carrion, in disguise to conceal his identity. Though he kept a low profile, his sharp eyes never left Clayman.

Finally, Clayman entered, his lips curled into a wicked grin.

Striding confidently into the room, he was flanked by Milim Nava, walking listlessly in front of him, her bright azure eyes dull and empty, feigning the role of a mind-controlled puppet.

The other Demon Lords barely spared Clayman a glance, their expressions apathetic and indifferent.

"Now then, let us begin," Misery announced with a graceful bow, her voice smooth and commanding.

The room fell into a tense silence.

She gracefully raised her hand, signaling the official start of the Walpurgis.

Without missing a beat, Clayman rose from his chair, his voice oozing with false indignation.

His purple eyes gleamed with malicious glee as he pointed a finger at Rimuru, who sat with an almost bored expression, arms casually folded behind his head.

"That monster!" Clayman barked, his voice reverberating around the hall.

"That abomination dares to call himself a Demon Lord! Not only did he unleash slaughter upon twenty thousand Falmuth soldiers, but he—"

Rimuru let out a soft, exaggerated yawn, smirking slightly.

"Oh? You're still talking?" he quipped, cutting Clayman off with mocking indifference.

Clayman's brows twitched in fury, but he pressed on, his voice rising in righteous indignation.

"He executed my loyal servant, Yamza! He wears the title of Demon Lord as though it were a toy, mocking our sacred council! I demand justice!"

He slammed his hand on the table with a sharp crack, attempting to appear menacing.

However, his voice quivered slightly, and nervous sweat beaded on his brow.

Without warning, the temperature plummeted.

The very walls of the dimension groaned.

The massive crystalized pillars cracked, and the voidstone floor splintered with jagged fissures.

A suffocating, omnipotent pressure suddenly descended upon the room.

It was like a primordial god had set its gaze upon them.

The air thickened, and the Demon Lords' breathing became labored.

Even Leon—one of the strongest Demon Lords—subtly clenched his fists, his knuckles white as he braced against the pressure.

Luminous' eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers tightening into fists, the silver glimmer in her eyes intensifying.

Draguel's massive form stiffened, his powerful arms tensing.

Frey's talons flexed involuntarily, her sharp gaze darting around in search of the source.

Even Dino, ever-sluggish, was now wide awake, sitting upright, the lazy glint in his eyes replaced with wary focus.

The dimension itself trembled.

The walls splintered.

The voidstone ground quaked violently.

The very essence of the space fractured under the weight of the pressure.

Guy Crimson, however, simply chuckled darkly, swirling his wine glass as if entertained by the chaos.

His crimson eyes gleamed with wicked delight.

"Heh... I had a feeling."

He smirked wider, leaning back, resting his chin on his knuckles.

"About time you showed yourself... cocky one."

Suddenly, a black fissure split the space, warping reality itself.

A swirling tear of chaotic energy appeared, crackling with raw magic and distorting the room.

From the torrential rift, two figures emerged.

I walked forward, my golden eyes burning with chaotic flames, flickering like twin stars on the verge of collapse.

I was adorned in my black and gold mantle, which coiled and swirled like living fire, billowing with every step.

The very ground beneath my feet splintered, unable to withstand the gravity of my presence.

Beside me, Velzard stepped gracefully into the hall.

Her silvery-blue hair glistened under the dim light, cascading down her back like flowing starlight.

She wore a snow-white gown adorned with glimmering sapphire crystals, her icy-blue eyes piercing and regal.

The magicules in the room violently swirled, being instinctively siphoned into my Magicule Drainfield, further weakening the Demon Lords.

The once-mighty beings felt their strength slipping away—drained by my mere presence.

I took a slow step forward, my eyes narrowing predatorily.

The ground cracked with a deafening groan.

The table shattered slightly at the edge from the overwhelming force of my aura.

Clayman instantly staggered backward, his eyes wide with terror, barely able to breathe.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, trembling violently.

"I... I-I can't... breathe...!" he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.

Guy Crimson merely grinned wider, his eyes glimmering with sadistic glee, clearly enjoying the chaos.

He raised his wine glass in a mock toast.

"Well, well... the party's just getting started."

I strode to the center of the room, my gaze sweeping over the Demon Lords with cold, calculated dominance.

"I hope I'm not too late to join the festivities," I said smoothly, my voice reverberating like a haunting growl.

I turned to Clayman, my eyes narrowing, the chaotic golden flames flashing ominously.

I smirked darkly.

"You were saying something...? Please, don't stop on my account."

Clayman trembled violently, his face pale with dread, as the room fell deathly silent.

The dimensional palace was utterly silent, save for the faint crackle of magicule energy lingering in the air from Yuuya's arrival.

The once-confident and arrogant Demon Lords—all beings of unfathomable power—were now stunned into silence.

Clayman, still on his knees, was trembling violently, his face deathly pale, drenched in cold sweat.

He tried to speak, but his throat refused to cooperate—his voice caught in his throat as he gasped for breath.

His legs were numb, completely paralyzed by the immense pressure that Yuuya's aura had inflicted upon him.

Rimuru Tempest, seated among the Demon Lords, felt a cold chill crawl down his spine.

He could sense Veldora's presence in Yuuya's aura—familiar, yet vastly more terrifying.

The pressure Yuuya exuded was greater than anything he had ever felt.

It was as though the very concept of supremacy had manifested into physical form.

Rimuru's azure eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers tensing subtly around the arm of his chair.

"What... in the world... is this monstrous aura...?" he thought, beads of sweat subtly forming at his temples.

Even with his True Demon Lord status, his instincts screamed at him to be wary.

The other Demon Lords were no better.

They murmured amongst themselves, their voices low and uncertain, their usual smug arrogance replaced with disbelief.

Frey's talons gripped the edge of the table slightly, her sharp eyes narrowing, studying Yuuya carefully.

Her wings lightly twitched, a subconscious reflex from sensing a predator far superior to herself.

Even Leon Cromwell, ever the picture of stoicism and composure, felt a slight tremor in his hand as he gripped his wine glass tighter.

His sharp azure eyes narrowed, calculating.

"This power... surpasses that of any being I have ever faced."

For the first time in centuries, Leon felt genuine wariness in his heart.

The most shocking reaction, however, came from Draguel, the massive Demon Lord of brute strength.

He sat with his massive arms crossed, but his scarlet eyes narrowed in disbelief.

For a being as physically formidable as Draguel, fear was a foreign concept.

Yet, as he stared at Yuuya, he felt a strange, primal unease gnawing at him.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Draguel's deep, rumbling voice suddenly filled the chamber.

"Guy..." he began, his gravelly tone low and firm, cutting through the heavy silence.

His sharp gaze locked onto Guy Crimson.

"Who... is this man?"

Before Guy could answer, I took a confident step forward, my black and gold mantle billowing behind me.

The very ground splintered slightly beneath my foot, as though reality itself strained under my presence.

I swept my golden eyes across the room, my gaze piercing through each Demon Lord.

For a moment, none of them could hold my stare.

Then, in a voice that resonated like a divine decree, both smooth and powerful, I declared:

"My name is Yuuya Tenjou... and I am the strongest."

My words were delivered with absolute certainty, not as a boast but as a statement of reality.

They echoed through the palace, reverberating with chaotic authority.

The air itself seemed to thrum, as though the dimension itself acknowledged my supremacy.

The walls groaned faintly, as if trembling beneath the weight of my proclamation.

The Demon Lords stared at me in stunned disbelief.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

Then, slowly, their disbelieving eyes turned to Guy Crimson.

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After all, Guy was supposed to be the strongest Demon Lord—the one universally feared and respected as the most formidable being of their council.

Yet, as they looked at him, they were struck by what they saw.

The corners of Guy's mouth curled upward in a wicked grin, and with unabashed amusement, he simply nodded once.

"He's right."

A sharp, collective gasp filled the room.

Their eyes widened in shock.

Leon's eyes narrowed sharply, his grip tightening slightly on his chair.

Frey's talons twitched involuntarily, her emerald eyes flickering with disbelief.

Even Draguel's thick brows furrowed, his scarlet eyes narrowing, struggling to process what he had just heard.

Luminous' pale blue eyes widened subtly, her lips parting slightly as she absorbed the revelation.

The reality of Guy's confirmation—the strongest Demon Lord confirming someone else's superiority—shattered their perception of power.

Even Rimuru, who was still relatively new among the Demon Lords, felt his fingers subtly tighten around his armrest.

His eyes narrowed, and Great Sage within him immediately began analyzing Yuuya's energy signature, only to return with ERROR notifications, unable to quantify the unfathomable force.

I took another step forward, the voidstone ground beneath my feet fracturing slightly.

My gaze shifted toward Rimuru, my golden eyes locking onto his azure ones.

The room fell deathly silent once more.

The very air seemed to still as I spoke again, my voice filled with a calm, imposing authority.

"And from now on..." I declared, my eyes narrowing slightly, my chaotic aura subtly flaring.

"...I will be residing in Tempest."

The weight of my words hit the room like a sledgehammer.

Gasps filled the hall once again.

Rimuru's eyes widened slightly, his lips parting, but he quickly concealed his surprise with a calm expression.

However, internally, he was processing the implications.

"Residing... in Tempest? Why? What is his objective?"

He could feel the intensity of Yuuya's gaze, and despite his confidence, he felt a flicker of uncertainty.

Clayman, who was still on his knees, looked up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes.

His lips trembled, and his voice came out hoarse and weak, barely a whisper.

"I-Impossible... T-Tempest...?"

The Demon Lords stared at me, still trying to process the gravity of my declaration.

Even Guy, despite knowing Yuuya's strength firsthand, felt a thrill of anticipation.

His crimson eyes narrowed, and he smirked once more, his wine glass raised in a toast.

"Heh... Tempest, huh? That just got a lot more interesting."

The Demon Lords' expressions ranged from awe to disbelief.

Draguel's arms tightened slightly, his scarlet eyes burning with challenge.

Leon's cold, calculating gaze was locked onto me, trying to fathom the scope of my power.

Frey, although graceful and composed, subtly tensed her wings, a sign of hidden caution.

Even Dino, ever-lazy, was now fully alert, his gaze sharp and focused.

The balance of power had shifted.

And the Demon Lords knew it.

From that moment on, the name Yuuya Tenjou would resonate throughout the Cardinal World—a name that would rewrite history.