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The Olympians were a race of gods from the ancient Greek pantheon, aptly named for their residence atop Mount Olympus.
As deities, they wielded divine power—but unlike the immutable myths would suggest, their strength depended on the faith of their followers. Fortunately for them, devotion still burned bright among the Amazons and the Atlanteans, keeping the gods alive in more than just memory. In return, the Olympians granted blessings and supernatural abilities to chosen mortals and demigods—figures like Wonder Woman and members of the Marvel Family.
But in the end, this divine power was just another form of magic.
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Zatanna, on the other hand, was something else entirely. Born half Homo Magi, she carried an innate gift for magic in her blood. Unlike gods who answered prayers, her power answered her voice. Her unique form of spellcasting—logomancy—relied on speaking incantations in reverse. A simple word like "pots" could cause someone to stop in their tracks, paralyzed.
Clearly, Zatanna's reverse-spoken magic and the Olympians' divine power aren't drawn from the same place—at least not directly. But at a higher level, they can be traced back to a source.
Think of it like how things work over in the Marvel Universe.
There, no matter how many times power gets passed around or repackaged… If you're using black magic, it always traces back to Chthon —the dark god who wrote the Darkhold. And if it's white magic, you inevitably end up linked to the Vishanti, the Three-Who-Are-One.
So, in the DC Universe, whether it's the power of the gods or Zatanna's reverse spells, they all pointed toward the source of magic.
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"So this kind of power… it should be useful to you too, right?" Selina asked, eyes still fixed on Veyron.
"At the very least, it guarantees a decent baseline." Veyron nodded.
Then, under her curious gaze, he cleared his throat.
"Oy~ nac uoy evig em tahw I tnaw?"
He casually spoke a backwards phrase—Zatanna-style.
A voice rang out from thin air.
"Then tell me, traveler... do you seek divine power—or something more... fallen?"
Out on the balcony, bones suddenly began swirling together mid-air, assembling into a massive gateway.
From that skeletal door stepped a well-dressed man in a pitch-black suit. With every step, his shoes left behind burning footprints.
In one hand, he held a blazing white flame. In the other, a seething mass of pure darkness. The air around him reeked of sulfur.
Then, bringing both forces together, he fused them into something indescribable—a strange, formless light with no color or shape.
"Or perhaps… you'd prefer balance?"
"Any of those are fine," Veyron answered, just as calmly as he did back when he met the Ancient One.
"Then take this one."
The man tossed the balanced power toward him.
Veyron caught it with ease.
"Care to step inside? I've prepared a grand welcome party in your honor."
The man gestured toward the gate of bones behind him.
"It's an honor, sir—but not today. Maybe another time."
Veyron declined with a polite shake of the head.
"Fair enough. My invitation stands—always."
The man smiled. Then he turned and walked back through the gate.
The portal of bones collapsed behind him with a thunderous crash.
"..."
Selina blinked, staring at the light still resting in Veyron's hand.
"…That power he gave you… it's not magic, is it?"
"Nope."
Veyron inhaled slowly, as if steadying himself.
"…So that really was him?" Selina's voice was softer now.
Even though Veyron had just explained that the so-called "divine powers"—including those of Olympus—were basically just another form of magic, for someone like her, raised in a world saturated with certain myths, that guy still carried a lot of weight.
And judging by how differently Veyron treated him compared to the Olympian gods… it was obvious this Mr. Devil was on a completely different level.
"That was him," Veyron confirmed with a nod.
Lucifer Morningstar. God's most perfect creation. The Star of the Morning and its Lightbringer. And now, the ruler of Hell —The Devil himself.
Back on Earth (real life, dear reader), Veyron had once read bits and pieces online about characters like this in DC lore. Names like "Lord Satan," "Dread Lord," "First of the Damned," or "The Great Beast" had all, over time, been slowly retconned or reimagined as alternate aspects or avatars of Samael, the fallen Archangel.
Whether those retcons were canon here or not didn't matter.
What was certain…was that Lucifer Morningstar was insanely powerful. He could beat Veyron in a fight easily.
The brief moment Lucifer appeared was more than enough to show that his divine radiance—and the unlimited power he once held as God's perfect being—was still fully intact.
And this time, "divine power" didn't mean some watered-down, repackaged magic that the gods of Earth used to impress mortals.
No—this was the real deal.
The glowing sphere Veyron held in his hand? That was the power of the creator, his will in it.
And in the world of DC, the creator isn't just some powerful entity. He's the one who really created everything—all of time, space, universes, multiverses, matter… literally everything. The supreme being who exists beyond all.
So, the Will of Creator? You could think of it as admin access to the DC Universe.
Sure, the permissions weren't infinite. There were guardrails—no cheesy 'I'll spend one wish of power to generate ten more' kind of exploits allowed.
But until that power ran out, Veyron basically had full sandbox mode enabled in DC. He could do whatever he wanted.
Of course, before going wild, he still had to take care of the actual reason he came here.
[Divine Ki (EX)]
[Lv.10: +6 Ki Power]
[Lv.20: +12 Ki Power]
[…]
[Lv.100: +60 Ki Power]
Veyron used just the tiniest sliver of the Will of Creator.
And with it, the divine power of Heaven, the dark magic of Hell, the Speed Force, the Still Force, sorcery, the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum…
Every known power in the DC Universe converged within him.
The Trait System immediately responded.
It spit out a list of power types so long it could easily fill multiple A4 pages—and that was just in regular font size. But instead of triggering a unique evolution for each power (which would've been ideal), only one of them managed to evolve his trait.
A little disappointing, sure…
But holding the literal Will of Creator in his hand, Veyron kind of understood why.
Just like how the gods' power and Zatanna's reverse magic both boiled down to the same essence—magic—no matter how many different "types" of power existed within the DC Universe, from God's point of view, they were essentially all the same thing.
And his Trait System? Clearly saw it the same way.
By that logic, whether it was his System or the trait [Friend of the World (Gold)] — it seemed they all treated a "world" as a single evolutionary opportunity. No matter how complex a world's power system was, he'd only get one real transformation per world.
Still, with his current base stats, even just one evolution per world was a solid deal.
Take this instance, for example—
After the trait evolved, the ten buffs under [Divine Ki] boosted its power from 275 to 330 points.
Which meant, in burst mode, the multiplier from all his traits traits alone jumped from 2⁴⁹⁵ to 2⁵⁵⁰.
And that's without Gene Lock's final multiplier.
We're talking about a 149-digit number (2⁴⁹⁵ ≈ 4.26 × 10¹⁴⁹) climbing to a 166-digit one (2⁵⁵⁰ ≈ 1.427 × 10¹⁶⁵).
As for the leftover Will of Creator…
Well, just like the Crimson Cosmos essence Cyttorak gave him before, he could stack it to increase his base strength.
With that insane 2⁵⁵⁰ multiplier, even the tiniest boost to his base stats would result in a ridiculous power spike.
And... here's the thing:
Thanks to his [Limiter Release (Gold)] trait, he could passively get stronger just by idling in any world. And from his system interface, he'd already confirmed that this sliver of divine authority wasn't enough to push his core power tier up another major rank.
So instead of burning it to force a trait boost…
He figured it might be a better use of the "admin privileges" to grab some rare goodies from the DC Universe—things that'd normally be super hard (or flat-out impossible) to get through regular means.
That's where this 'God-mode cheat code' really shines.
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