"Trying to run? You really think that's an option?"
Not a scratch on him, Shuo Nangong turned, eyes cold as he regarded Rizevim, Nyx, and the other gods. His voice was pure frost.
Ding! Target detected: Rizevim. Purple Tier Mission: Eliminate!
Five main gods on the field, and only one of them triggers a mission? Talk about no sense of style.
Still, one is better than none.
In the next instant, golden wings erupted from Shuo's back, each feather wreathed in blinding, sun-hot flames. Crimson-gold fire poured from him, igniting the world itself.
Wherever those flames touched, nothing remained—not stone, not magic, not even shadow.
The sheer force radiating from Shuo's golden flames made everyone present feel the scythe of death at their necks.
Gulp.
Sirzechs, Michael, Vali—every single one of them swallowed hard, unable to tear their eyes away.
"No way… This is insane!"
"What kind of fire is that? It's not even fair!"
"Did Shuo just get even stronger?"
"Only Shuo-kun could pull this off…"
Unmatched, overwhelming power. Even the most jaded among them could only stare in awe.
Rizevim and the gods were another story—faces twisted in horror.
"What the hell is that thing?!"
Shuo's wings flared, and the flames gathered, twisting into a colossal golden bird—the legendary Golden-Winged Solar Bird. With a single beat of its wings, it swept down, flames burning so hot the air itself warped and shimmered.
"No! No—!"
Rizevim and the others threw up every magical defense they could muster, but the Solar Bird's flames weren't ordinary. This was a god-slaying, dragon-devouring miracle—a power so far above the divine that even the Red Dragon God Emperor would be helpless.
Contact was instant. The five gods—Rizevim included—were erased from existence. Not even their souls remained.
The battlefield fell silent, the only sound the slow crackle as the flames faded away.
Lux stared, horror etched on his face.
"That… That's just not possible. Vali, we're never going to catch up to him, are we?"
Vali could only manage a wry, silent smile.
Azazel's face twitched.
"Seriously, what's the point of comparing yourselves to that monster? You just like getting stomped?"
Sirzechs and Michael exchanged glances, then both burst out laughing.
Ding! Congratulations, Host. Purple Tier Mission complete.
The system's voice chimed in, and Shuo nodded in satisfaction.
Azazel's teasing earned only a roll of the eyes from Shuo. He turned and walked over to Ingvild, who still stood frozen, eyes empty and lost—Nyx's brainwashing still in effect.
"If it's just mind control, then Mental Out should do the trick."
Shuo reached out, his power brushing against Ingvild's mind. The spell shattered.
Within seconds, emotion flickered back into her eyes. She blinked, suddenly aware, staring at Shuo as he gently held her hand.
"Nice to finally meet you, Ingvild-chan. You're free now."
His voice was soft, a rare smile on his lips.
"Thank you… for saving me," she whispered, voice trembling with relief.
She didn't need to ask who her rescuer was.
"If you're really that grateful, how about repaying me with your heart? You've got nowhere else to go, right? Why not come home with me?"
Shuo didn't bother with subtlety.
"W-with my… body? I… I…"
A blush crept up Ingvild's cheeks, her words tumbling out in a stutter.
"If it's you… I don't mind…"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the meaning was clear.
Shuo's smile widened, eyes glinting with mischief.
"Tch. Another girl falls to Shuo Nangong's 'deadly charms,'" Azazel groaned.
"Classic Shuo," someone else muttered.
Ingvild: "…"
Shuo: "…"
Ingvild looked around, suddenly realizing she'd landed herself in a wolf's den.
Shuo, meanwhile, shot Azazel and the others a death glare.
These idiots are ruining my 'pure-hearted hero' image again…
He flashed them a wicked grin.
Instantly, Azazel and the others broke into nervous laughter.
"Hey, hey, we were just kidding! Don't take it seriously!"
"Y-yeah, just a joke, just a joke!"
Shuo rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck.
With the chaos over, he brought Ingvild home.
When Ingvild saw the sea of girls already living there, her jaw nearly hit the floor.
She'd walked straight into the lion's den.
"Ara, so Shuo-chan's brought home another beauty!"
"Is she the latest addition?"
"Shuo, you absolute hound."
Even Little Saint and the others couldn't help but tease him, but their welcome to Ingvild was warm and genuine.
The house was suddenly alive with laughter and new introductions.
"Tch. I'll never understand how you manage to drag so many girls home," Shizuka grumbled from the couch, not even looking up from the TV.
Shuo strolled over, gently lifting her chin.
"Remember what I told you last time? Keep that sharp tongue up and you'll end up mine. So, tonight—my room. Got it?"
Shizuka's cheeks went scarlet, but she nodded.
"…Mm."
Satisfied, Shuo let her go and flopped onto the sofa with a contented sigh.
Ding! Purple Sign-in Gift unlocked: [Thousand Magics] acquired.
The system's voice rang in his mind.
Shuo nearly jumped out of his seat.
"Holy crap—Thousand Magics?!"
This was the signature ability of Az-Dahaka, the "Absolute Evil," one of humanity's Final Trials—power in the triple digits, the omnipotent domain.
The gift to master every technique, every concept, every magic in existence.
No knowledge or technology in the world was beyond his grasp now.
Luck? This was jackpot-level fortune.
"Guess the last reward was so bad, fate had to make it up to me," Shuo muttered under his breath, grinning like a lunatic.
Around him, the girls paused their conversation, shooting him curious looks.
Why was Shuo Nangong suddenly so excited?
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