Black hair, black eyes, simple clothes.
Yet, the aura radiating from his very bones—an aura that reigned supreme above all living beings—instilled an impulse in everyone who laid eyes on him to bow down in worship.
He—was none other than Haimer.
With his Divine Power no longer restricted.
Haimer defied the laws of physics, suspended in mid-air. Step by step, as if treading on an invisible staircase, he descended from above.
His feet made contact with no physical object.
Yet, the air beneath his feet seemed paved with invisible steps of jade.
With every step he took, a ripple visible to the naked eye would spread through the void.
That was not magic, but a phenomenon created by pure Divine Power compressing the physical laws of this fragile world.
The clamor below had long since vanished.
Whether it was the young girls brandishing bamboo swords or the boys with their faces caked in makeup, at this moment, they were all like puppets whose pause buttons had been pressed. They could only crane their necks, watching that figure descend from the heavens step by step.
Finally, Haimer stopped in the high air, roughly ten meters away from the floor-to-ceiling window of the Headmaster's Office.
His gaze penetrated the layer of specially-made bulletproof glass, falling unobstructed upon the black-haired girl.
Their gazes met in the air.
Haimer spoke slowly.
His voice was not loud, yet it transmitted clearly into the eardrums of everyone present, like a great bell tolling directly in the depths of their souls.
"Do you want to understand the meaning of life?"
"Do you want to truly... live?"
This classic line, which was unknown how many planes of existence it had echoed through in this universe.
Now recited by a true deity, it was no longer a simple inquiry, but a dialogue that struck straight at the soul.
The moment these words came out.
The corners of the mouth of the girl behind the window curled up slightly.
There was no fear.
There was no panic.
In those black eyes that usually revealed only arrogance and boredom, a cluster of flames named 'fanaticism' finally ignited.
"Interesting."
Amou Kirukiru murmured in a low voice.
Facing that suffocating Divine Might, she raised her head, revealing an excited smile.
"If you can really let me experience what it means to truly live, then I don't care what happens."
As soon as Amou Kirukiru's voice fell.
Haimer's figure vanished abruptly.
No afterimage, no sound of breaking wind.
It was as if this specific frame of the scene had been directly cut out.
In the next instant.
Haimer was already standing in front of Amou Kirukiru, the distance between them less than half a meter.
Close enough to clearly see his own reflection in the other's pupils.
At the same time.
Haimer also felt the thumping in Amou Kirukiru's heart caused by his descent.
"I sense from your heart that you desire to challenge me?"
"Do you wish to challenge?"
"To challenge a god with a mortal body..."
"Such ambition is indeed rare in that world."
Haimer was not repulsed by Amou Kirukiru's fighting spirit; on the contrary, he appreciated it exceptionally.
After all.
In Orario, among those adventurers standing at the apex—Level 6 or even Level 7—who among them did not harbor intense ambition?
Some even truly possessed the qualifications to touch the domain of the gods.
"I do."
"Since that is the case."
Haimer lowered his eyelids, looking at the girl whose muscles instantly tensed to the extreme.
"Then, come."
Shwip—
The instant Haimer's voice faded.
Amou Kirukiru moved.
No, it was a concept faster than movement.
Her body's center of gravity sank instantly.
Her right foot slammed down, shattering the floor beneath her.
Her entire person was like a fully drawn strongbow; the brute strength accumulated over several years erupted without reservation in this moment.
Her hands transformed into sword-hands, her fingertips gleaming with a cold luster resembling metal.
[Ryukyu Ancient Martial Arts · Uechi-ryu].
This was an ancient martial art that tempered the flesh to the extreme, turning every inch of the body into a lethal weapon.
Spear hand, elbow strike, knee smash...
In the instant she assumed her stance, thousands of attack routes, force-exerting techniques, and muscle rhythms unfolded, decomposed, and reorganized in Haimer's mind with absolute clarity, like a holographic projection.
The Authority of the [Master of Weapons] allowed him to instantly perceive all the mysteries of this martial art.
Even more thoroughly than the founder who created this martial art.
"Too slow."
Haimer said softly.
Bang!
A muffled explosion detonated between the two.
Amou Kirukiru's sword-hand, sharp enough to slice through steel, was forcibly deflected by an irresistible, colossal force the very instant before it touched Haimer.
That force savagely tore apart her stance.
It penetrated her defense of muscles—which she prided herself on being as hard as steel—and blasted directly into her body.
This force was enough to cripple a seasoned Level 1 adventurer.
"Pfft—"
A blossom of blood bloomed on her finger.
It was the blood vessels bursting, unable to withstand the instantaneous pressure.
Amou Kirukiru was sent flying backward, slamming viciously into the office desk behind her.
The solid wood desk instantly shattered into pieces.
She fell wretchedly into the pile of wood chips, clutching her finger. Bright red blood flowed through the gaps in her fingers, dripping onto the floor, making a drip-drop, drip-drop sound.
Pain.
Intense pain.
How long had it been since she tasted this flavor, ever since she reached the summit and tempered a body of copper skin and iron bones?
Three years?
Five years?
Ever since those so-called strong people fell at her feet one by one, her world had only remained with boring domination.
But now...
That long-lost pain, which felt as if it were tearing her soul apart, made her body tremble uncontrollably.
Not because of fear.
But because of excitement.
"Ha... Haha..."
Amou Kirukiru swayed as she stood up, looking at the blood covering her hand. The smile on her face grew wider and wider, even appearing somewhat twisted.
"Is this blood?"
"Is this pain?"
She raised her head, those black eyes staring dead at Haimer, who stood in his original spot. Her eyes were filled with fanaticism.
Haimer looked at the girl whose momentum had actually surged despite her injury, a trace of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
As expected of the person he had set his sights on.
In that strike just now, the force he used was enough to break the bones and tendons of a seasoned Level 1 adventurer.
But Amou Kirukiru, merely by resisting with her physical body, had suffered only a minor injury; not even a few bones were broken.
This level of physical intensity was already no less than those low-level adventurers wearing light armor.
As long as she was granted Grace, her potential would be immeasurable.
Haimer made a fair evaluation.
However.
Before Haimer could speak.
Instead, Amou Kirukiru, who had just been revealing her madness and looking as if she would rush up to fight for her life in the next second, made a move that somewhat surprised Haimer.
She did not hesitate.
Bending one knee.
She knelt heavily on the floor covered in debris.
She lowered that head of hers, which had never bowed to anyone, and knelt before Haimer in a posture of near-total submission.
"God."
"Please take me away."
"To that place you spoke of, where I can truly live."
Amou Kirukiru respected only the strong.
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