Chapter 3: The Blessing Becoming Worship
The sudden, horrifying realization that the entire cosmic pantheon viewed me as their personal pin cushion had barely settled before I was swept along by the current of my new, overly dramatic life. The metallic GONG that ended my time in the void was a warning bell, but the soft, floral air of the Magic Knight Academy was a trap.
I was now ten years old, named Rafehleon Velfist (or just Leon, thank the cosmos), and I was about to enter the most cliché location in all of high fantasy: the obligatory Academy Arc.
My parents, Zealous and Morgan, were dressed in robes of ridiculous, regal expense—scarlet and forest-green, respectively. They looked like a pair of high-fantasy royalty attending a very important public relations event. My twin sister, Lucy, walked beside me. She was a picture of tiny, quiet intensity, her emerald-green hair a stark, organized contrast to the chaos brewing inside my soul.
"Remember, son," my father, Zealous, whispered, leaning down. "The Church Blessing is a formality. Just stand still, look handsome, and try not to ignite anything. That's usually my job."
The Demon Lord is telling me not to spontaneously combust, I thought, massaging my non-existent temples. This is my life now.
We entered the Grand Hall of Blessing. It was a massive, hushed chamber constructed of white marble and gold filigree. In the center stood the Altar of Revelation, a colossal crystal structure designed to interface with a student's soul and determine their divine aptitude—and, most importantly, unlock their Status Screen. The room was packed with hundreds of nervous, excited ten-year-olds and a handful of solemn, black-robed priests.
My heart pounded with the full, terrifying rhythm of my Triple Infinity Mana. If that altar tried to read my data, it wouldn't just crash; it would achieve thermal runaway and turn the entire academy into a glass sculpture.
Lucy's Revelation: The Star Goddess
The ritual began with the students of the highest noble standing. We were near the front.
Lucy was called first. She approached the massive crystal altar with her usual unnerving calm. A priest, the Chief Seer, placed a silver gauntlet upon her shoulder.
The moment the gauntlet made contact, the hall was bathed in a clear, serene, silver-blue light. It felt immense, powerful, but utterly controlled—like the gentle, cold vacuum of space.
"Hear us, O Great Goddess!" the Chief Seer boomed. "We witness the Star Child, blessed by the Star Goddess of Destiny Swordmen, Verstania!"
A Status Screen materialized above Lucy, shimmering in silver. The stats were impressive, clearly designed for a future master swordswoman, with high Attack and powerful Destiny-based skills. The students gasped in awe. Lucy simply nodded, satisfied, and returned to the side, already looking bored by her own destiny.
"A proper, respectable blessing," I muttered under my breath, watching my sister. "A single, organized god. Why can't I have one of those?"
My turn.
Leon's Blessing: The Five Idiots
"Next! Rafehleon Velfist!"
I nervously stepped onto the marble pedestal. The cheers for Lucy died down, replaced by a tense silence. The Chief Seer approached me, the silver gauntlet seeming heavy in his hand.
Just a baseline human kid, I told myself, clutching my tiny hands. No tentacles, no eight-foot octopus speeches, no elephant trunk. Just be normal.
The moment the Chief Seer's gauntlet touched my shoulder, the system didn't just overload; it seemed to scream.
CRACK!
The massive, ancient Altar of Revelation crystal cracked with an echoing, sickening sound. The marble beneath my feet trembled. Dust rained down from the ceiling like a holy shower.
Then, the light came. Not one light, but five simultaneous, overwhelming bursts of energy that annihilated all other visible colors:
Scarlet Red: Blazing, chaotic, like a star going nova (Charlie, the God of Chaos).
Soothing Green: Washing over the scarlet, trying desperately to stabilize the surge (Meleona, the Goddess of Nature).
Electric Blue: Flashing and aggressive, a storm of kinetic power (Silveron, the God of Thunder).
Shadowy Purple: A deep, cold, and absolute void of death magic (Anubisian, the God of Death).
Brilliant Gold: Pulsing with complex, terrifying layers of raw knowledge (Griffinrome, the God of Wisdom).
The Chief Seer staggered back, clutching the now-singed gauntlet, his jaw slack. The five divine energies spun around me like a miniature, chaotic cosmos.
My internal monologue, however, was already cutting through the drama.
"I am being blessed by the five gods of the cosmos... or as I call them, the Five Idiots," I thought, my tiny body shaking with the strain of channeling five primordial, clashing egos.
Then, the Status Screen materialized above my head. It didn't hover; it seemed to be etched into the air with molten energy, glitching and sparking as the system tried to comprehend the data.
Category Value
Status LVL 1
HP/Defense 80/40 (Normal for LVL 1)
Attack & Strength 70 (Above Average)
Stamina & Speed 70,000 (Broken)
Mana Triple Infinity (Catastrophic)
Skill (1) Scarlet Star Union (Buff & Debuff Magic)
Unique Skill (2) Nature Life Absorption (Supreme Barrier Magic)
Special Skill (3) Genesis Arrival (Cosmic Summoning)
Locked Magic (5) Scarlet (150 Lock), Nature (150 Lock), Wisdom (150 Lock), Death/Undeath (150 Lock), Thunder/Strength (150 Lock)
Title (Supreme Summoner, Divine Support)
The entire hall fell into a silence so profound you could hear the cracks spreading across the marble floor.
It wasn't horror that finally broke the silence; it was worship.
"The Savior!" shrieked an elderly scholar, collapsing to his knees. "The Five Primordial Deities have blessed him! Not one, but five! He is the one meant to save us from the Neon Apocalypse!"
The chaotic energies were instantly misinterpreted as the unity of the cosmos, and I, the shaken otaku, was officially the Savior of Humanity.
The Twist: The Other Blessed
The Chief Seer, recovering from his shock, managed to deliver the next piece of crucial, terrifying information. "This year... this year is the Era of Revelation! We have not one, but twenty-one blessed individuals!"
The students were already reeling, but then twenty other students, who had received their single, organized blessings earlier, stepped into the light. Each one was bathed in the specific aura of their respective god. They were the supporting cast, the "normal" heroes.
But all twenty were instantly eclipsed. They stared at me—the small, trembling boy wreathed in five swirling galaxies of power—with utter awe. They were blessed; I was a living, breathing cheat-code factory.
The moment was interrupted by the sudden, intense presence of the three major prodigies who would become my rivals.
Princess Jenny Carmela, the King's daughter, stepped forward. Her awe immediately transformed into intense, aggressive excitement. Her body was wreathed in the familiar, aggressive electric-blue lightning of Silveron's domain—a trembling thunder aura.
"So this is the student Father spoke of!" she roared, her voice laced with static. "You, the one blessed by the Five Primordial Deities! I have a blast this year!" Her aura burst out, leaving small scorch marks on the floor, a pure declaration of dominance and challenge.
Next, the Death Mage's niece, Mariana, moved with a soft, predatory grace. The air around her turned instantly cold as a shadowy purple death aura coiled around her, a frightening reflection of the God of Death.
"Maybe I will finally have a friend among living human beings this year," Mariana stated, her voice soft but absolute. She wasn't just expressing a desire for friendship; her gaze was intensely, uncomfortably possessive.
Finally, Christopher, the scholarly apprentice, adjusted his glasses. A profound, golden, shifting celestial light—the terrifying aura of the God of Wisdom, Griffinrome—shone around him.
"If you are truly smarter than me, then maybe you can be my friend, Leon," Christopher said, offering a challenge of intellect. As he spoke, his wisdom aura shot out and imprinted itself onto the very structure of the school, momentarily mapping the arcane lines of the ancient building. It was a terrifying display of raw intellectual processing power.
I was shaking. These were the supporting characters, and they were already terrifyingly powerful and fully committed to their destiny.
The Celebrity Parents
Before I could process the combined existential threat of three high-tier rivals, the room was plunged into the final stage of chaos: Fan Frenzy.
My parents and their legendary friends—the Five Legendary Counselors—stepped forward to supposedly "protect" us, but all they did was ignite a massive, collective student hysteria. They weren't powerful leaders to these students; they were celebrities.
The hall erupted as hundreds of students abandoned all pretense of dignity and rushed the counselors:
The entire Fire Magic and Destruction class converged on my father, Zealous. "The Fire Magic of Destruction, the Demon Lord Zealous! Teach us your Inferno, sir!"
The SS+ Swordsmen and women went into a full, screaming panic around my mother, Morgan. "The Sword Sage of the Legendary Hero, Morgan! Ahhhhhh! Can you sign my blade, ma'am?"
The Martial Arts Institute class treated King Lexus Carmela like the Ultimate Fighter he was, shouting about his grandmaster status.
The Witch and Alchemist class nearly fainted from joy and honor, rushing the Death Mage, Talia.
The Scholar and Professor Magic class ran at Gerylan, shouting, "What a wisdom of God! Is looking at her self make her have that much wisdom?"
I stood there, dumbfounded, watching the literal Demon Lord and Sword Sage of prophecy sign autographs for hyperventilating teenagers.
My sister, Lucy, remained perfectly stoic through the hysteria, but she began to slowly clap her hands, her rhythmic, quiet applause the only sound of order in the room. Mariana, the Death Mage's niece, found this deeply amusing and joined Lucy, silently clapping her hands as well. Christopher, the Scholar's apprentice, simply sighed. "My master is the ultimate professor," he mumbled.
I felt the last threads of my peaceful otaku life vaporize.
"Ohhhh my god," I muttered, my legs shaking as I looked at the five cosmic clowns who started all this. "What the hell did those Five Idiots bring me this time?"
My peaceful, simple life was officially over. I had the ultimate cheat, and I was terrified of using it.
My first thought, overriding the panic, was purely survival-focused.
The First Practical Goal
I needed to find a quiet place—far, far away from the five screaming idols, the three overzealous rivals, and the 20 newly-blessed side characters—and figure out the one thing that could actually save me from this mess.
I need a disguise.
My powers were catastrophic, my identity was public, and my social life was about to be a nightmare of divine expectation. I needed to become a non-factor.
My ultimate, most practical goal in the next five minutes was simple: Find the highest-security, most soundproof location in this academy and use my Genesis Arrival (Cosmic Summoning) skill to conjure a perfectly normal, entirely disposable, but very high-tier, decoy hero.
My journey as the overpowered, reluctant Savior of Humanity would begin with hiding.