"I'm just gonna say this now, it probably doesn't work the way you think, but I guess I'll give it a try," I shrugged, walking over and activating [Life Donation].
A very unimpressive golden glow enveloped my hand before two long strings wormed their way out. Since I didn't want to use myself as a test, I controlled the first string with my mind, digging it into the vampire and then digging the other one into the demon god. They both inserted with ease while my golden glow began to pulsate.
"Huh? What? What the hell is this?" The woman's eyes widened as she stared in front of her. The massive wound on her shoulder was healing rapidly, the golden ichor disappearing back into her flesh, yet she was more concentrated on some invisible thing floating in front of her.
"Wait, what? Aren't gods supposed to be outside the bounds of the system?"
"Yeah… that's what I thought as well…"
Just from looking at her, I could tell she had encountered what seemed to be an extension of the system. She stared off into space, just like how most people looked when they stared at a panel provided to them by the system… and just from the look of it, it was a long string of panels, not just one.
"Is this a property of your evolution?" She muttered, scrolling her eyes up and down the long string of systematic rectangles. "I know a Chaos Incarnate can do a lot… but I didn't realize it could grant me access to the system again…."
"Is that good?"
"I guess it's good… but ummmm… I might run into some trouble later. The system isn't just a function but a literal entity. If it detects something outside of its absolute neutrality, then it will dispose of it from the system… just like what happens when a being reaches an apotheosis."
"Wait, you can become a god? I thought you had to be born into it…"
"No, it's definitely possible… I heard a kid evolved into the God of Magic and Alchemy or something," The woman muttered, waving the panels away and then racking her brain as if trying to dig deeper into her brain.
"But I heard she had the lineage of a god already…." I replied, knowing damn well her father was the god of space and time.
"Ah, you must be thinking of the God of Space and Time, correct?" I nodded my head in response to her question. "Well, I hate to break it to you since a kid shouldn't really know this, but whatever they call that thing… a god, I guess… that thing isn't a god. Gods came after existence appeared… but he was one of the things that created existence. A primordial creature. One might call them a Titan…."
"What? Then why not just call them a titan?" I asked, receiving a light chuckle from the woman who shifted around her newly made shoulder before walking over to me. She touched her hand against my back, and aligning her palm with the rest of my runes, I felt a searing pain erupt across my spine. "Fuck… you could at least give a warning…"
"Quit your bitching and suck it up. I'm granting you more power than before… and after this, you might be approaching my level of power…."
"Yeah, right. You're severely weakened, yet I'm barely scraping the edges of your skills. I don't know the limits of what you can do and can't do because right now, all I see is an all-powerful being who is on par with the Olympians."
"That would be great if that could actually happen, but unfortunately, I'm restricted by Hades. If he's down here, we can never approach the power of a god. We may bleed ichor, but we're nothing more than kids playing as superheroes."
Her hand applied a bit more pressure onto my back, finishing up the rune through my baggy clothing. It was completely black. Pitch and utter black. And as it sat right against my skin, it stood out way more than the green one placed against the back of my neck and the following red ones below.
[You have acquired the blessing of a Demon God]
"Okay, I'm sure you're still jittery, so how about I spar you? I'll hold back to the point where I match your level. If you raise your power, I will adjust accordingly… now, wield the weapon you actually use in battle."
All of a sudden, in the center of my chest, I felt yet another heartbeat. My original thumped against my chest before the second nearly tore open my ribs. It resonated with the calling of my sangria spear, beating and then gently caressing the rest of my organs with its rippling beats.
FWOOSH… BAM
My spear landed in front of me, the eye which had been closed in the center of the handle opening its squishy and dark red body. I saw the pupil which had an upside-down cross in the center of it. It glowed a dim dark red and glared at me with such intensity that it felt like my own weapon was set out to kill me.
Slowly, I gripped the handle, the tattoo of thorny rose vines spurting out from my flesh, entangling my grip with the spear. I could feel it… the second heartbeat. It had gotten stronger and pulsated in the center of my palm. It felt like a living being was being created in the center of my hand.
[The Sangria-Eyed King's legacy smiled down upon you]
[The previous General blesses your weapon]
[Many gods glare down on your presence]
[A few gods curse your weapon]
[A demon god blesses your weapon
All of a sudden, the spear I was gripping was enveloped in a golden and dark light. It shimmered brightly on this rooftop, and as its power seemingly resonated across hell, I felt the powerful presence of what seemed to be a demon lord crossing over to this estate.
…
(Leviathan POV)
As I stared at the map, glancing over my new few targets, I awaited to hear the good news. The few armies I had sent out should be returning back by now. Their commanders were decent, so most of them should have been won… but the one towards the west, on the edge of Satan's territory, might not come back.
"Sir, you must take a break. You have been staring at that map for days…. If you don't get any sleep soon, you will be prone to be attacked by Lord Beezlebub," my butler worryingly announced.
My eyes shifted over to him, and even though he took a few steps back out of fear, he remained staring at me with full intention. He was truly worried for me despite how little I cared about his or any of my servant's opinions.
"Just get me some more tea," I muttered, moving my scaly hand across the top of the map and pulling it down from the wall. I had memorized just about every corner of hell, but that didn't matter unless I had the actual power to utilize that knowledge to its fullest potential.
Just as my butler was about to leave, he looked back at me with pitiful puppy eyes. He worried about me too much when he should be worried about his life by trying to sway my opinion… despite being a mere peasant.
"Go!" I screamed before muttering under my breath. "I've already met with that asshole anyway… he only came to visit those two unimpressive things scurrying about in my territory."
As I walked over to my office desk, I looked down at the stack of papers. I had no interest in managing the political state of my kingdom, but if I wanted this place to thrive with power and expansion, then it was a must.
So, reluctantly, I sat down at my desk, grabbed my pen, and licked my fingers to take the first sheet of paper. It was some stupid dispute over land once again, with people being unsatisfied with how I divided the new territory… it made me shake with anger as everybody was slowly getting soft on me. They were beginning to question my rule.
"I guess it's about time I put everybody in their place again-"
My pen dropped from my hand as the space around me quivered. I felt an unknown power erupt from the dry section of my capital, making me think a god had descended upon my land. And as I was already agitated, I couldn't help but angrily summon my longsword and teleport right in the direction of the burst of power.
VWOOM
I appeared instantly in front of the source of power. The vampire duchess was on the floor, completely passed out, a broken demon god watching with awe, and a singular boy who was the source of that power only expanded upon feeling the hands of a few gods curse this spear of his.
"[Throne World: Wormhole]."
