Chapter 331: Chapter 32: The Perfect Demon with Silver Hair and Heterochromatic Eyes
Just as Tatsumaki stood frozen, stunned by Ron’s "death"...
The bloodied flesh and shattered bones scattered across the battlefield suddenly disintegrated once more.
This time, even more thoroughly than before.
Flesh dissolved into a crimson mist, bones turned to pale white dust, all of it swirling within that golden-red beam of light.
Tatsumaki could only stare blankly at the scene unfolding before her.
No... no way...
Even the ashes were scattered to the winds—wasn’t this as dead as one could possibly be?
Wasn’t he still doing okay just now? His injuries were slowly recovering, weren’t they? How could he suddenly just...?
What the hell happened...?
...Huh?
Wait a second.
A flicker of doubt and surprise flashed through Tatsumaki’s eyes.
What was with this overwhelming surge of life force?!
She narrowed her eyes, staring at the crimson mist and bone dust suspended in the golden-red pillar of light.
Amid the swirling blood and ash, tiny golden-red fragments glittered—like scattered shards of radiant jewels—each one dazzling and brilliant.
The immense and potent vitality was pouring from within those fragments.
After consuming the perfect-grade demonification serum, Ron had achieved full control over his body—down to the cellular level.
Now, part of his cells had transformed into nutrients, being absorbed and refined by newer, more advanced cells—stepping into an even higher tier of life.
Those dazzling golden-red fragments floating amidst the mist, the ones Tatsumaki mistook for jewels, were in fact Ron’s reborn cells.
Meanwhile, the damaged and corrupted cells, still carrying destructive energy, clumped together into black sludge—discarded remnants of his old self.
Under Tatsumaki’s stunned gaze...
Bit by bit...
The glowing golden-red "fragments" increased in number.
Eventually, they gathered into a mass.
A radiant red-gold sun, shining brilliantly, illuminating everything around it.
They were demonic cells—yet they didn’t carry even a trace of malice or cold darkness. Instead, they radiated a sacred, immaculate aura... as if created by a divine hand.
It was utterly incomprehensible.
Within that glowing sun, the outline of a newborn infant slowly took shape, then transformed into a toddler of two, and from there continued to grow.
By the time the figure matured into a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy...
The last of the golden-red cells had been consumed.
The blinding light faded away.
What now stood before Tatsumaki was a silver-haired youth—one who bore a striking resemblance to Ron, sharing nearly ninety percent of his features.
He wore nothing, his skin pure and unblemished, his figure long-limbed and well-proportioned, every muscle perfectly defined—an embodiment of beauty that surpassed the limits of human imagination, as if sculpted by the gods themselves.
Even Tatsumaki was dazed for a brief moment.
Then, as the boy opened his eyes—
She was met with a pair of strange, mystical, heterochromatic pupils.
One gold. One blue.
The golden slit pupil on the left shone with an unearthly brilliance, exuding the majesty and pressure of the sun itself.
The right eye, a deep azure, was calm and fathomless—like the boundless sea, concealing countless secrets.
The instant she locked eyes with that pair of mismatched pupils—
Tatsumaki’s powerful mental defenses quivered. In that brief flash, she saw a memory she never wanted to recall again... and for the first time in ages, she felt something rare—
Fear.
This pair of heterochromatic pupils meant one thing: Ron had completely shed his humanity and become something... else.
Tatsumaki jolted from her thoughts, shaken by the realization.
She stared hard at the silver-haired boy standing before her.
"What... what the hell are you?"
She couldn’t tell anymore. Was this guy still a friend? Or had he become an enemy?
"No need to be so on guard. To you, I’m still technically an ally. I’m still standing on the side of humanity—for now."
The silver-haired, heterochromatic-eyed Ron smiled gently at her as he spoke.
Then, without the slightest shame, he reached out and pulled a set of clothes from the void itself, dressing right in front of her.
"As for what I look like now... well, it’s related to my injuries earlier. I won’t go into too much detail—everyone’s got their own secrets. You can just think of it as a last resort to stay alive."
At those words, Tatsumaki’s eyes flickered slightly.
Survival... huh?
Is that really the reason?
Because the Ron standing before her now felt utterly different than before.
The old Ron had been sharp and untamed—like a sword that could cleave the very heavens.
But now... now there was nothing. He was void of presence, like a formless ghost.
Ron finished dressing—black shorts, a white short-sleeve hoodie, and a pair of clean white sneakers.
With a thought, he willed cold air to gather before him, condensing into a sheet of ice—a perfect mirror suspended in midair.
Yet again, Tatsumaki’s eyes widened.
First, he pulled something out of thin air, and now he was manipulating ice?
How many powers did this guy have, exactly?!
"So this is what I look like now, huh..."
Ron rubbed his chin, studying his reflection with an appraising gaze. "Doesn’t look too different. Just a few years younger."
He glanced at the long silver hair cascading behind him—it clashed a little with his current appearance.
So, with another thought, his hair began to shorten, retracting until it reached just past his ears.
The ear-length silver hair, paired with his casual outfit, gave him a clean and refreshing look.
Ron brushed his bangs to the side, gazing at the ridiculously handsome silver-haired boy in the mirror with a satisfied smile.
"Not bad."
Then he turned to the still-stunned Tatsumaki and grinned.
"I’m good to go. Let’s head out."