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After taking us to the castle, King Heilder leaves us with these words, "Rest up. Your wounds are more severe than you think they are." "What does he mean 'worse?'" asks Rai. "Can't you heal yourself with your healing magic?" "I tried using my healing magic, but it doesn't work." "Doesn't work? Your Healing Magic is more powerful than anything I've seen." "I think this is Behemoth's magic." "His magic?" asks Elsie. "Magic that obstructs another caster's magic, Anti-Magic." "Anti-Magic? I never heard of it." "Of course, you haven't. This magic is not customary. There have only been two casters known to use Anti-Magic. Behemoth would be the third user. It's a power that contradicts the very existence of magic." "So, can you defeat him?" asks Elsie. "His body is as hard as a dragon's. And his strength doesn't fall far from my own. Honestly, if I fought him, I would win." "How are you so sure? He dominated the fight against you." "True, he utterly destroyed me in our first fig
In the beginning - before time existed - there was a vast expanse of space. This expanse of nothingness hosted a being, ALL, whose origin is unknown. With her magic - the original magic, Almighty - she created the universes, galaxies, stars, planets, suns, and all other spatial bodies. But this was not enough. She proceeded to create six beings from the natural elements around her - known now as the Six True Gods. From a ripped fabric of space, ALL created the firstborn son, Saint Alvis Ragnarök. From the darkness of the universe, ALL created the King of the Nether, Saint Lucifer Morningstar. From the light created by stars, she created the God of Light, Saint Venus Nirvana. From the recently created fabric of time, Saint Amey Gigante was born. From the concept of Life, Saint Sky Aerlogard came into being. And finally, from the concept of Death, Saint Sky Aerlogard's twin sister, Saint Anpu Dwargo was born. These six saints were formless beings tasked with creating realms.Saint Alvis
I sit in front of the demon, speechless. He told me an unbelievable story, but what stuck out was, "I am an artificial dragon?" "No, you are an Artificial Being. You have the DNA of each of the Six True Gods; however, since you were raised in Ragnarök, you only accessed part of your genealogy." "I find this all hard to believe." "Hmm. Ok, then how about I prove it to you? Close your eyes and focus on the area next to your shoulder blades." "What are you talking about?" "Just do it. Trust me." I don't know if I can trust anything this demon says, but he is the only person who has given me any answers. I close my eyes and follow his instructions. But after a minute of standing in silence, nothing happens. Just as I want to open my eyes, I feel something growing from my back. I open my eyes and behind me are wings of blood. "What is this!?" "Those are demon wings. A demon grows them when they reach adulthood. And since you are an entity that has existed for millions of years, your
"The greatest, you say. Just who are you exactly?" "I am but a demon who has lived longer than others. You will know my name soon enough. Anyway, I realise why you could not defeat Behemoth. You are not drawing out the power of ALL." "Not drawing her power out? What do you mean?" He searches the ground and picks up a stick. He proceeds to outline two bodies in the soil. "Inside every living being, there is a mana pool. To use magic, mana is drawn from this pool. However, in your body, there are several mana pools." "Several? Is that even possible?" "It's possible since you are an artificially created being. You have mana from all six of the True Gods and ALL." "I see. That would explain why I never run out of mana. But I don't see how I'm not drawing out ALL's mana." "ALL's mana has been sealed inside your body. This means her power is restrained, which makes you automatically draw power from your other mana pools. And since you only have portions of mana from the True Gods, you
What is this power I feel coursing through my body? My skin has become tan, and I have wings that can't retract. They are reminiscent of fairy wings - translucent, with a beautiful spiral pattern. Not only that, but my vision has improved immensely - without using magic, I can see further than a hawk. I also feel strong physically. I walk to a nearby tree. I punch the air, which causes all the trees and snow in the area to disappear. "Did the trees just vaporise?" "You have the physical strength of a dragon and giant. Your hair is dyed midnight black, your irises are blood-red, and your pupils are stretched out like rubber. Your skin has become tan, like that of the giant race. Your height has shortened, which makes you look like a child. And you have a heavenly aura that places you in league with the Gods." "This is my new race? An Acceelos. I feel a power surge from deep within me. Is this the power of ALL?" "Yes. You have merged the powers of every True God - which converged with
The massive power source—belonging to none other than Behemoth—inches closer to us. "I will make myself scarce. Remember what I said: You are more powerful than him. Use your mind to outsmart him. And completely eviscerate him, to rid him from existence." "I will." The demon flies into the forest, and he erases his presence before Behemoth arrives. As Behemoth approaches me from a far distance, I look around at my surroundings. "A forest is not ideal," I say, travelling east—away from my original position. As I move, so does Behemoth. That's good. Follow me; you battle-crazed beast. I fly until I reach a spacious field of grass. I remain floating—my wings flapping crazily. Is it fear? Or excitement? I can't tell anymore. No, I jest. This feeling I have is something similar to what Behemoth feels. It is the feeling of battle craze. I want to fight against Behemoth. I want to beat him to an inch of his life. And when I do, I want to see him grovel on the ground beneath my feet. "His p
After my fight with Behemoth, the demon and I took off to where he says Leviathan is. “You say that was a spur-of-the-moment spell?” he asks, surprised. “Yes,” I reply, thinking back on my studies in Ragnarök, “I did as you said and hit Behemoth with a spell more powerful than Judgement.” But then again, Judgement may have worked just as well. I definitely powered up. “You’re more of a monster than Lucifer said,” he whispers. “Lucifer? Come to think of it, who are you to Lucifer anyway? For him to send you must mean he trusts you quite a bit.” “Trust?” The demon snickers, “Trust, you say. Lucifer does not trust me. And I don’t trust him either. We’re at odds, you see.” “Then why would you take orders from him?” The demon remains silent. We fly for another minute before he responds, “Lucifer is the King. And as King, he has the final say.” I can’t feel any emotion in his words. His expression is tame. And I just noticed this, I can’t see his mana. My eyes sharpened with this new
This is Leviathan? She’s huge. “Haruki Ryu?” she repeats. “Hmm, rolls off the tongue much better than Code Name: Ryu, wouldn’t you say, Satan?” Satan? Her eyes fall on the demon. “So, you’re Satan?” He does not answer me. Instead, he says, “Leviathan, we want to enter Netherworld. Let us through.” “Of course, I’d be delighted to assist you. But are you here for that?” She looks at me. “Is that the only reason you came to meet me?” I shake my head, “No, I came to ask for your help.” “My help?” “There’s a man… Or, something that has taken over the Borneheimer Kingdom. We want your help in exterminating him.” “You want my help? You do know the power you possess right now is near-unrivalled. Whoever this mysterious being is, I doubt they could defeat you.” “So, that’s a no?” Leviathan remains silent. She thinks for a moment, then says, “I will help you. This man… No, this God is not someone you want to fight alone. Not when you’re still getting used to your newfound powers.” “G