"Why are you yelling so passionately~"
"It's like I'm the bad guy = ="
He curled his lips in mock frustration.
Mirai crossed his arms, watching with keen interest as the 'Godhost' opened its maw like a giant serpent, swallowing the 'Divine Eye', 'Divine Ear', and 'Divine Brain' in succession.
I was planning to end this quickly.
But now he was curious.
What could these four human-like entities possibly come up with?
As for winning or losing against that budget European knockoff...
What's the harm in giving them a little edge this time?
A child should be pampered, right?
Mounted atop a magical beast, Moshiro had returned to his side.
Mirai pulled out a bag of tomato-flavored chips from his shadow and started devouring them ravenously!
In the open fields,
The now-unified 'Godhost'
Under the forced fusion of the "Descent Ritual"
Began to mutate, its body squirming like slime.
After a few short breaths, it stabilized into a monstrous form akin to something out of a horror movie—like the cursed spirits from old urban legends.
Its body was gray and hairless, with an elongated tail, entirely nude with smooth skin, and its genitals retracted into its abdomen.
Dark splotches marked its shoulders, head, arms, shins, and belly.
Its height? Precisely 1.68 meters, confirmed by the precision scan of the Six Eyes.
"Holy sh—cough cough cough!"
Mirai choked on a chip, stunned by the bizarre 'superhuman' form before him.
"Frieza?!"
"Keh keh keh keh keh!"
"Scared now, little brat?"
"You'll regret letting them merge!"
The old crone cackled with glee at her newfound power.
"Go! Rip that brat's head off!"
Didn't work—
Despite its thin, wiry build, the 'superhuman' launched forward with unbelievable speed, instantly breaking the sound barrier!
"Moshiro!"
Also ineffective—
Moshiro countered at lightning speed, meeting it blow for blow.
In a flash, buildings trembled!
A storm brewed on the battlefield!
Dust and fog rose in waves!
The clash was wild, majestic!
"Roar~ My strength, speed, and defense are greatly improved, but I can barely keep up with Mr. Moshiro now."
"Subarashii~"
"But why not use heat vision?"
"At its current power level, it should be able to visibly injure Moshiro."
"Absolutely not..."
With a grunt, Mirai's azure Six Eyes narrowed sharply!
Two beams of searing red light, thick as a bull's neck, suddenly shot toward his head!
"Hit it!"
The old crone's wrinkled face twisted with excitement.
Of course she knew Moshiro's freakish adaptability made him nearly invincible.
But her real target was never him.
It was always the caster—Mirai.
The Ten Shadows Technique? Just a method to control his familiars.
Like all slave-type magic, it had a glaring weakness anyone could spot:
The summoner themselves!
No matter how powerful the shikigami...
The caster was still human.
Often weaker than the average sorcerer!
"Kid, this time… let's see what your familiar can actually block, heh heh!"
"Opening champagne at halftime is a bad habit, old hag~"
Mirai's mocking voice pierced through the heat and smoke, stabbing into the crone's ears!
"Wh-what now?!"
"That attack could one-shot a Special Grade Cursed Spirit!"
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
I saw it too.
A radiant, golden circular mirror had somehow appeared beside Mirai.
The laser beams, powerful enough to vaporize a top-tier cursed spirit, didn't leave a single mark on the flawless mirror.
Absolute defense in the world of curses.
Our first clue.
"Unbelievable. I've been ethical—I haven't even laid a finger on you, and this is how you repay me..."
Mirai furrowed his brow.
Jidoro instantly understood.
Using a bizarre, near-teleportation speed, she whipped her soft tail forward, wrapping it around the crone.
The whole move took less than a second.
This...
This was the tempo the battle deserved!
She dangled the old woman upside down before Mirai.
Mirai looked down at her with disdain.
"Have your precious grandson fire his laser at my shikigami."
"What?!"
The old crone thought she misheard.
I was stunned too, unable to respond.
The fluffy tail tightened its grip.
Then Mirai's voice rang out again—cold and emotionless:
"I said… have your sweet grandson laser my shikigami. Don't make me say it a third time."
"Aaaah!!!"
Knife and meat—slave and master.
Under the threat of pure terror, the old crone quickly gave in.
The once-proud Moshiro, who had just hurled the 'superhuman' like Loki tossing Hulk, paused.
Even the now-freed 'superhuman'
Felt a trace of fear when he looked back at Moshiro.
Because—
The heat vision came.
Moshiro didn't dodge or flinch.
He simply puffed his chest and smiled.
"Mmm~ It's almost powerful enough to pierce Mr. Moshiro. Whether for show or for killing, that's not a bad trick~"
"Wouldn't you agree, Miss Jidoro?"
[Mhm.]
The sweet reply was music to the ears.
Mirai patted Jidoro's long elven ears, grinning with satisfaction.
But now, the old woman's heart filled with dread.
That shikigami under the youth's seat had barely moved this entire battle.
Moshiro could adapt to anything.
And she…
No way, seriously?!
Suddenly, a strange bell sound echoed across the field.
Ding ding~
The cursed wheel behind Moshiro's head spun slowly.
Just one adaptation.
And the 'superhuman's' vaunted heat vision could no longer leave a mark on him.
This attack was so simple in concept, it didn't even need a second adaptation.
At the same time,
A faint golden-red glint shone behind Jidoro's curtain of long bangs.
No need for confirmation.
Mirai had fully merged with his shikigami.
A wicked, mad grin spread across his face.
This battle—
Wasn't just a test of Moshiro's adaptability.
It was a test of Jidoro's evolutionary potential.
And the result?
Beyond satisfying.
Mirai couldn't help himself.
He threw his head back and laughed:
"Hahahaha!"
"AHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
For a long moment,
Mirai looked just like an excited six-year-old with a brand-new toy,
Waving his arms, dancing around with glee:
"Jidoro! Show her what real dynamic lightwaves look like!"
Because—
The bangs flew up in the wind.
After a brief charge-up, golden-red beams exploded from Jidoro's eyes!
The sheer power—pierced the clouds! Split the skies! Shattered the firmament!
And the old crone? Where was she?
"Ooooh~ Fighting is such a blast!"
...
Ten kilometers away.
A woman with stitches across her head stood with one hand on her hip.
She looked up at the sky, where a terrifying beam had split the heavens.
Excitement. Shock. Fear. Desire. Lust...
All emotions danced across her face at once.
"So this is it… An unexpected player. Even trickier than the Six Eyes…"
"Looks like the plan will be easier than expected."
"Just wait, Adam. When I ascend the throne of Heaven, you'll be my slave!"
"Only someone with your gifts deserves to help me breed the next humanity."
"Together we'll birth a new world!"
"Join the Glory Evolution!"
"Mwahahahahahaha!"
The woman covered her face with both hands, cheeks flushed bright red.
Her expression—unhinged and gleeful!
Her words—bold, sharp!
As if the exalted Son of Six Eyes, the wildly dominant Mirai,
Were nothing more than a pawn on her chessboard,
A toy in her hands,
A servant beneath her skirts!