Biocores: The Legendary Weapon Designer-Chapter 92: Kneel!!!

He wore a sleek, form-fitting leather combat suit that clung to his frame like shadows to a blade, and over his shoulders hung a white fur coat, pristine and untouched by the bloodstained dust of the arena floor.

His ashen-gray hair was tied into a precise knot with a single black needle, and across the back of his head sat a pair of matte-black headphones—crowned like a halo of silence that cloaked him in eerie calm.

No weapons adorned his body, yet everything about him screamed threat—an edge honed not by steel, but by something colder and older.

He moved like heat held in a forge too long, waiting to explode.

A hush rippled through the audience, a breath held collectively, as if instinctively recognizing a predator on the prowl. Then came the whispers—soft at first, then spreading like fire through dry brush.

"They’re so... odd."

"What kind of entrance was that?"

"Who shows up to a ranked match wearing fur?"

"Is that guy even armed?"

"Why do I feel like that’s the dangerous one?"

From the Warden section, one of the fighters scoffed, eyes narrowing.

"Tch. Circus performers."

The announcer, clearly thrown by the group’s unconventional arrival, fumbled his cue before clearing his throat and projecting his voice over the buzzing crowd.

"Today’s match will be decided through a best of three format—two single combats, followed by a team battle."

A thunderous cheer rolled across the stands.

"Too cool! We’re in for a show tonight!"

"Triple action? Wardens never disappoint!"

"Finally, some real entertainment!"

"Without further delay, we’ll begin with the first singles match. Contestants, step onto the battlefield!"

The Warden Hall’s representative was already marching forward—a tall, broad-shouldered man clad in reinforced brown leather armor, his war helmet polished to a dull shine. A massive broadsword rested across his back, the handle wrapped in crimson cloth. His aura pulsed outward in thick waves, the unmistakable pressure of a five-star Corebinder.

Cheers followed him as he stepped confidently onto the stage.

"Jax is gonna wreck them. I saw his entrance exam—his stats were off the charts!"

"Don’t get cocky. The Harvesters have the anomaly and a noble."

"Wait... what are they doing?"

Indeed, confusion spread in the crowd as Nioh and his teammates gathered in a loose triangle, whispering and occasionally gesturing at the ring.

None of them seemed eager to go first.

"Let’s settle it with rock, paper, scissors," Nioh said with a shrug.

"Fine by me," Althea replied, tossing her black curls over her shoulder, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Akron simply nodded, adjusting his glasses with a calm expression.

"Are they seriously playing games?"

"They’re deciding with rock, paper, scissors?!"

"They’re not even pretending to take this seriously!"

"This is comedy gold."

Laughter echoed through the hall, undercutting the tension and earning more than a few eye rolls from Warden supporters. On stage, Jax stood with his arms crossed, fuming, already humiliated before the match had even begun.

In the end, Nioh lost.

He played rock. The others, paper.

With a long, suffering sigh, he tucked his hands into his coat pockets and began walking toward the ring, each step slow, unhurried—like a man being sent to pick up groceries, not enter mortal combat.

"You are very disrespectful for a cockroach" Jax said.

Nioh who was having a very nonchalant attitude changed his mind and spoke in enhanced voice.

"I was going to take it easy on you but I changed my mind."

"Warden Hall, send your third or fourth year. Your second years cannot, handle me" He yelled very hard.

"You bastard! What do you think you are doing?"

A maniacal laugh escaped Nioh’s mouth. The sound was enhanced by his biocores creating terrible sound waves that shook the hall.

"What is happening" The spectators eclaimed.

"This demon is always causing a scene Magnus" exclaimed.

Once Nioh was done laughing he said "What! I mean is your are not enough" He ennonciated slowly making sure the whole arena could hear.

"This Idiot" both Akron and Althea muttered. What was the need to antangonize the whole warden hall.

His comment drew eeri and bitter, comment from the supporters and members of the Warden Hall.

All five members of the Warden hall team, climbed the stage and ran toward Nioh baring they weapons.

"Kill him" "Fuck him! Up"

"Make him bleed"

Nioh delicately raised him left hand, seemly the world had stopped. His biocore rotated in his forhead and the golden runes on his back glowed.

His five star energy surged like a tsunami sending his fur cloak flying.

But his stance was unwavering.

Like a ancient voice fueled by the authority granted by heavens, he muttered the word

"Kneel"

Under divine authority, the arena trembled, those who had no will all found themselve compelled to kneel. Under an other worthdly pressure, Nioh was like a god a king, to whom they all served allegiance.

The five warrior, could not move, despite resisting with biocore energy, the will imbue into the Absolute command ability, made it impossible for any of them to overcome the pressure.

The air, the gravity the sound everything seemed to have obeyed the single order to make them kneel. Like dominos, the sounds of their knee hit the ground in successions.

Thud thud thud.

The arena was quiet watching the situation unfold.

" Like I said you are not enough"

"Bring out the third Years, or the Fourth Year Maybe you will finally have a chance.""You’re awfully disrespectful... for a cockroach," Jax sneered, tightening his grip on the hilt of his broadsword. His voice dripped with disdain, amplified by the cheers of his supporters echoing from the Warden Hall’s section.

Nioh, who up until now had worn an expression of complete disinterest—eyes half-lidded, hands still buried in the pockets of his tight-fitting combat suit—finally lifted his gaze.

Something shifted.

His posture straightened. His expression hardened. His voice, when it came, rolled through the arena like thunder.

"I was going to take it easy on you."

A pause. His biocore pulsed, golden runes flickering faintly beneath the skin of his back.

"But I’ve changed my mind."

He turned his head, addressing not just Jax—but the entire arena. His voice magnified suddenly, impossibly, shaking the very rafters.

"Warden Hall! Send your third-years. Or fourth, if you dare."

He raised a hand to his chest and shouted,

"Your second-years... can’t handle me."

A collective gasp swept the stands.

"Did he just—"

"He’s calling out the seniors?!"

"Is this guy suicidal?!"

Jax’s face twisted in rage.

"You bastard! What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Then came the laugh.

A twisted, unhinged thing—rising from Nioh’s chest like it had been caged too long.

It grew louder. Harsher. The arena’s air seemed to warp around the sound.

The spectators clutched their ears, grimacing as the soundwaves began to vibrate the hall itself. Nioh’s biocores flared with light, feeding the auditory assault with raw energy.

"What’s happening?!"

"This demon is always causing a scene," Magnus!cried.

When the laugh finally subsided, Nioh stood in the silence he’d forged, and spoke again—slowly, deliberately, so that every single soul could hear him:

"What I meant was..."

"You’re not enough."

The way he said it wasn’t loud—but it might as well have been a cannon blast.

It was a statement, not a taunt. A fact.

A proclamation.

From the Harvester bench, both Akron and Althea groaned in unison.

"This idiot..."

"Why must he antagonize an entire hall?"

The damage, however, was already done.

A wave of fury erupted from the Warden Hall’s section.

The entire team—all five members—leapt from the sidelines and stormed the stage, weapons drawn and eyes burning with indignation.

"Kill him!"

"Tear him apart!"

"Make him bleed!"

The crowd roared, sensing chaos.

But Nioh?

Nioh simply raised his left hand.

A whisper of movement—gentle, elegant.

And then—

The world stopped.

His biocore, now fully revealed on his forehead, rotated slowly. Golden runes across his back ignited in blinding light. The stage wind burst outward, sending his discarded white fur coat flying into the air like a banner of war.

A divine presence swept across the battlefield—weighty, ancient, and undeniable.

The air thickened. Gravity bowed.

Even sound seemed to hold its breath.

Then Nioh spoke. A single word, spoken like an ancient command carried from the dawn of creation.

"Kneel."

There was no time to resist.

A divine force—absolute and merciless—crashed down upon the stage. It wasn’t just pressure. It was law. An immutable rule written into the bones of the universe.

The five Warden warriors skidded to a halt, knees buckling as if strings had been cut. Even as they screamed and surged with their biocore energy, trying to push back, the will behind the command was too vast. Too complete.

The arena trembled.

And one by one, their knees hit the floor.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A silence fell over the coliseum, thicker than death. Even the crowd, moments before raving for violence, sat frozen—unable to look away.

Nioh stood alone, untouched, unflinching.

A god among mortals.

"Like I said," he spoke at last, voice sharp enough to cut the silence.

"You’re not enough."

His gaze swept the stands.

"Bring out your third-years."

A pause.

"Or your fourth."

He smiled.

"Maybe then... you’ll stand a chance."