Arena that took place in Chronophantasma
"Ready to die, you piece of shit?" Ragna cursed rudely. Saitama stared at him.
"No." He replied. Ragna laughed.
"Whatever, you bald-headed dumbass." Ragna spat. "Let's get this shit over it.
"Okay." Saitama said.
Ragna charged, but it was long until Saitama "punched" Ragna so hard that it drove him from a million miles across different solar system's, universes's, galaxy's, planets, and different species he discovered that no other human eye can achieve. Ragna grew flabbergasted at his punch, his whole life was destroyed, worse than Terumi or anyone else's combined. Ragna wished he hadn't existed. He felt like the real truth of humanity's own self-serving gains. They were so kind, gentle, serene, whimsical, and pure. Ragna wished he never been able to see that often. His delusions of grandeur overtook him as the pitiful soul he once was. Yes, Ragna now knows the truth about his past, present, and future. The timeline he reset has made it so that people don't have to suffer for themselves. It was as if Ragna's own journey had come to a full close, like a journal closing once and for all. Ragna cheered, he was happy. Happy to be dead. And happy to never see the light ever again.
Saitama stared at the empty nothingness that was actually "Ragna The Bloodedge".
"Goodbye."
The End.
