"Let me think about Conqueror King's characteristics. [Red Hair] is one, and I have that Entry. Rugged seems like it could work too, but Heroic Spirits always seem to be from different periods. I remember Conqueror King was a handsome young man in his youth, so that Entry doesn't seem appropriate. Leadership Charm seems possible, but I only have the [Charm] Entry. Oh, and there's the Class. That should directly point to Conqueror King, right?"
Akira recalled an [Entry]—[Cavalry]. He had obtained this Entry from a member of the British Royal Cavalry Regiment he accidentally met during their trip to New York. The ability greatly enhanced riding skills.
"Combining the Entries [Conquer], [Red Hair], [Charm], and [Cavalry] should definitely point to Conqueror King this time. There's no way it'll go wrong!"
Once he had decided, he began to act. But before starting, he took out the short knife he carried with him, and his pupils turned colorful. He was ready to destroy any monster that might be summoned, though this possibility was very small.
After everything was ready, Akira began the summoning. He connected his consciousness to the four [Entries], combining them, and started to use his ability to summon, imbuing the summoned character with his intent.
"I hope these fragments can serve as Holy Relics!"
Thinking that if he successfully summoned Conqueror King, his life in Marvel would be greatly secured, Akira was very excited.
An invisible entity began to take shape before Akira, making it hard for him to see clearly. Slowly, the summoned object began to become distinct.
The first thing to appear was striking red hair!
"Looks like it's not wrong, but why is it long hair? Could it be Conqueror King in his youth?"
Next to appear was a slender body.
"It really is the young Conqueror King!" Akira felt a bit strange.
What's with these concentric eyes? Are you Nagato? Akira felt that his summoning had gone wrong again.
The summoned character fully appeared. She took a step forward and asked in a curious tone:
"You are the one who summoned me, so what should I call you? Master?"
Akira's grip on the short knife tightened.
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Matt, as usual, finished his work at the law firm and returned to his apartment. As soon as he entered and took off his jacket, his body tensed. He sensed another person in the room.
"Who's there? Come out!"
A voice, old yet deep, reached Matt's ears. He turned his body towards the sofa, secretly preparing for a fight.
"Heh heh, I didn't expect Daredevil, who has been disrupting our plans, to be blind. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Murdock?"
The opponent's heartbeat was very faint, and their breathing was strong. They were right there, not speaking, yet almost completely silent. This situation was very disadvantageous for me.
Matt analyzed the current situation internally, then began to ponder who the opponent was.
These characteristics were very similar to those ninjas from The Hand. Akira must have a jinxed mouth; they showed up today after he mentioned them yesterday!
"From your voice, you sound like an elderly lady. I'm not interested in this Daredevil you speak of. Please leave my house now. You're trespassing, and as a lawyer, I have many ways to put you in jail!"
Matt decided to play dumb first, then seize an opportunity to act.
"Heh, how about this then!"
Madame Gao grabbed a cup from the coffee table and threw it at Matt.
The cup was enveloped by a strange energy, moving incredibly fast and silently. By the time Matt reacted, it was too late. He barely managed to turn sideways, but the cup still hit his shoulder, and fragments pierced his flesh.
Matt gritted his teeth, not pulling out the cup fragments from his shoulder. Instead, he quickly raised his left arm, using his elbow to block Madame Gao's palm strike.
The force of that palm strike was immense, completely unlike what an old person could deliver. Matt had to take a step back to dissipate the force, then he swung his left arm, intending to counterattack while Madame Gao was close.
But the thrown punch was entangled by an arm, and its power was completely neutralized.
Matt was surprised and tried to withdraw his arm to protect himself, but Madame Gao was too fast. A palm strike directly hit Matt's chest.
An irresistible force struck, and Matt was sent flying heavily, smashing through the apartment window and falling downstairs.
With a splash, Matt crashed into the dumpster outside the apartment. This was from five stories up.
Madame Gao stood at the broken window of the apartment, looking down at Matt in the dumpster below.
She turned and left. In her opinion, Matt wouldn't survive. Her palm strike wasn't just powerful; it also used her Qi, which she learned from K'un-Lun, and contained a lot of hidden internal energy. No one could survive her palm strike.
Madame Gao left. She had to continue with her plan to excavate the Dragon Bone. After Madame Gao had gone far, the dumpster below the apartment overturned, and Matt crawled out of it.
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And when he had opened the first seal, I heard the first beast say, as it were the noise of thunder, Come and see.
And I saw, and behold a White horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer.
Looking at the Entry named [Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Domination] above Makima's head, Akira recalled the description of the White Horseman among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse in the Book of Revelation. This was also the description of her Entry.
When he first transmigrated, Akira knew that gods existed in this World, and he had read the Bible many times.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are also Cavalry! And they seem to have a high status!
That's right, the person in front of Akira was not the Conqueror King Iskandar he expected, nor Nagato with the Rinnegan, but Makima, the Domination Devil, with red hair and concentric eyes.
Makima in front of him was in her classic outfit: a white shirt, black trousers, and a black trench coat over it. Her red hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was thoroughly covered by her clothes.
However, Akira also breathed a sigh of relief, putting away the short knife in his hand and relaxing his guard against Makima, because he could see the detailed description of the [Entry] above Makima's head.
Being able to see the detailed description of the [Entry] meant that Akira had already obtained them, which meant that Makima in front of him was in a state of submission or subservience, or at least harmless. Otherwise, Akira suspected that with Makima's very subjective "domination of people or devils inferior to herself" ability, he would have already become her dog by now.
Because this was Akira's first time summoning an intelligent life form—previously, he had only summoned items or Entries—he didn't know if Makima's current state was a normal or abnormal reaction after being summoned.
Turning off the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, which represented death, Akira gestured for Makima to sit on the sofa.
"What kind of address is 'Master'? Even my cat doesn't call me that. Let me formally introduce myself, Akira, the one who summoned you to this World."
Makima sat on the sofa, propping her cheek with her hand, and said somewhat languidly:
"Makima, the Domination Devil. Originally a Devil Hunter directly under the Japanese Cabinet. Now, this doesn't seem to be my original World, and it seems to be the U.S. I've become an undocumented immigrant."
"Identity is indeed a problem, but I know a lawyer who can help you get an identity. Six months ago, I was also undocumented, and he helped me get my identity."
"Oh." Makima clearly didn't care about her identity. She straightened up slightly and asked:
"So, Akira, why did you summon me, a Devil?"