Drawing: The Greatest Mangaka Becomes A Skilled Martial Artist In Another World __full__ File

“The Demon Fist of the Void…” whispered a young squire, crossing himself. “The prophecies said he would descend in a pillar of light.”

He took a step forward—not toward the citadel, but into the empty air. And he walked upward, as if climbing an invisible staircase. “The Demon Fist of the Void…” whispered a

Silence.

He woke to the smell of mud, blood, and ozone. Silence

The monster didn’t just fall. It unraveled . The kinetic force hit its chest, and the creature’s body folded along invisible lines, as if its flesh were paper crumpling at the crease of a perfect fold. It unraveled

A vast, alien sky stretched above him—twin moons, one cracked like a dropped teacup. He was no longer in his Tokyo studio. He was sprawled in the center of a crater, his calloused fingers still curled as if holding a brush. But the brush was gone. In its place was a raw, throbbing energy coiling through his muscles like captive lightning.

The knights fell to their knees. The squire stammered, “Great Demon Fist! Will you save us, or destroy us?”