You wake up one day to return to the usual routine of work and everyday problems, but as you do, you realize the sky is dark and emanating a kind of malevolent death all around.
"Honey, the world is ending!" a man shouted from the window of his apartment.
His wife, a tired woman exhausted from caring for a newborn baby who didn't understand that night was for sleeping and day was for playing—not the other way around—walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. She looked at her husband, who was already showing clear signs of a receding hairline, and ignored his panicked expression, calmly observing the sky while taking a sip of coffee.
"It really does look like the apocalypse..."
"Hey, what kind of reaction like 'Ah... we're out of milk' is that?! We need to escape! Grab the baby and get out of New York!"
The woman blinked at her husband. Only a few seconds passed before she opened her mouth.
"Honey, didn't you hear that 'he' is back?"
The man froze.
"By him, do you mean 'him'?"
"Is there another one?" The woman turned around and walked toward the bathroom. She was sleep-deprived and wanted to relax. "There are pancakes on the table, and I left your lunch on the counter."
Ten seconds later.
The man adjusted his tie and, as if nothing were happening, went to eat breakfast, completely ignoring the malevolent manifestation of the devil.
That same scene occurred all over the world. Most people only looked at the apocalypse for a moment before continuing with their lives. Businesses and shops turned on their lights as if it were nighttime, young people took commemorative selfies, several children threw tantrums because it looked like night and they didn't want to go to school, but their parents dragged them there anyway.
There were no screams.
There was no anarchy.
There were no religions suddenly emerging.
No people were looting, killing, or going insane.
Life simply continued.
It was the greatest insult any apocalyptic entity could suffer.
But make no mistake—that thing was terrifying, so terrifying that people felt as if death itself was breathing in their faces. So why did no one react?
Because it wasn't necessary.
In this world, fear was meaningless. It didn't matter if darkness manifested, a Lovecraftian creature appeared, or any apocalyptic bullshit emerged—HE would never allow anything to happen to this world.
That was the firm and absolute confidence the people of this world had in Allen. They were his first audience, those who had been there from the beginning, and the ones who knew better than anyone that while Allen didn't go around the world eradicating evil, if something threatened the world, he would absolutely take action.
....
Above the campus, the terrifying presence of the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations could be felt even more intensely.
At least there, they couldn't afford to ignore it.
People really were scared.
This was because that thing was genuinely dangerous, both in power and in nature.
"Hey, what do we do?!" a boy exclaimed not far away.
"RUN!"
Several people ran in panic, others hugged each other, and some fell to their knees at the sight of it. But among them was a group that remained calmer. They were Allen, Gwen, Sue, Felicia, and MJ.
"Yeah, I knew it, I freaking knew it. All apocalyptic bullshit had to wait until I showed up to appear," Allen sighed, a bead of sweat on his cheek. He could ignore Pepsiman, but an apocalypse was something he absolutely had to deal with.
Allen patted Felicia's head as she clung tightly to his waist. The girl reluctantly let go. Gwen and MJ also stepped back, allowing him to stand.
Once on his feet, he laughed when he saw Sue standing in front of him as if she were going to protect him.
"Thanks," Allen said, placing a hand on Sue's shoulder before walking past her.
"What are you doing?"
Allen stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"I'll be right back."
He vanished, leaving Sue speechless, though she quickly accepted it. This surprised the other three girls, who had been expecting a shocked reaction.
"Did you know that our Allen was that Allen?" Gwen asked.
Sue gently shook her head.
"I didn't. But I'm not surprised."
...
Allen began flying toward the clouds, slowly accelerating more and more. They didn't know how powerful the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations would be, but judging by the name alone, it sounded horrifying.
"What can you tell me about it?"
[Mmm, well, the world of ATG, Against The Gods, is a normal cultivation world. It has cultivation levels and similar things.]
[First, there are the Nine Mortal Realms—starting from the Elementary Profound Realm and reaching the Sovereign Profound Realm (also called Monarchs)]
"..."
[Then there are the Divine Realms. From there, power scales beyond planetary levels. There's the Divine Origin Realm, Divine Soul Realm, Divine Tribulation Realm, Divine Spirit Realm, Divine King Realm, Divine Sovereign Realm, and Divine Master Realm.]
[For many ordinary people, these previous realms were gods capable of erasing galaxies without issue, but the reality is that they were merely what remained because the true gods were almost entirely slaughtered by the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations.]
[By the way, the Higher Stages are few in comparison: Divine Extinction Realm can be considered the stage before becoming a true god.]
"Is it strong?"
[Well, it's subjective. A cultivator in the Divine Extinction Realm couldn't exist during the original story because their power was so immense that it would collapse the primordial chaos where ATG's story takes place. But this had a reason—the laws forming that world were weakened... well, it doesn't matter. After that realm comes the True God Stage. Those were the original gods, each as powerful as you can imagine. One alone would be enough to collapse a world.
"Subjective? I think being able to bring about the collapse of the world just by existing is pretty powerful."
[Well, for anyone other than you... that is...]
"...?"
[Above them were only the Creation Gods, direct descendants of the Ancestral Goddess.]
"I see where this is going..." Allen frowned.
[Well, those true gods were slaughtered by the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations. It wasn't a battle—it was a one-sided massacre...]
Allen's gaze hardened. He was aware that cultivation worlds were often similar, but one thing was certain: they always had absurdly exaggerated power levels. So he didn't take this lightly and prepared himself as if he were about to face Lucifer.
With firm resolve, Allen flew into the darkness, preparing for the most difficult battle since Lucifer.
Probably no one could imagine the true terror that was the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations. Even Allen himself didn't know the outcome of this battle, but he advanced anyway because behind him was everything he cared about, and he would not allow anyone or anything to destroy it.
"You want to destroy my world? Then try it!"
Allen vanished into the darkness, choking on the "death" and "evil" saturating the air, though to him it felt more like breathing smoke, which made him cough.
"Hey, what kind of malevolent trap is this?!" Allen complained. He didn't want to end up smelling like smoke (it wasn't smoke). "My eyes..."
*Crack*
[....a]
"Did you hear that?"
Allen had fallen into the trap and stopped while rubbing his eyes. Once he could finally see, he realized he was in the middle of the sky, and all the darkness had vanished.
"Huh?"
[...]
"What happened?"
[I suppose you won...]
Allen analyzed the situation.
He had entered the malevolent realm of an absolute killing artifact, breathed smoke (it wasn't smoke), got it in his eyes, and once he could see again... there was no enemy left.
"I see. That thing saw my bravery, got intimidated, and went home. Isn't that right?" Allen crossed his arms and nodded in understanding. "Nah, they don't make apocalypses like they used to. Now they all avoid conflict."
[...]
"Well, another apocalypse prevented by the great Lord Walker, and I didn't even mess up my hair."
Allen ran a hand through his hair but grabbed something stuck in it. It looked like an old charred piece of black wood. Concerned that his hair might be covered in ash or something, Allen created a mirror, but fortunately, that wasn't the case. He tossed the piece of wood away in disgust, having no idea how it had gotten there. Maybe some girl had played a prank on him.
"Becca?" Allen called for his twin-tailed Doll, lover of shotguns and the chrome.
Rebecca suddenly appeared on his shoulders.
"No, no, I didn't do it. Maybe it was Nokotan."
Hearing such blatant disrespect, the deer-horned girl appeared angrily.
"Nununu, I didn't do it either!"
"Someone had to do it, and until we find the culprit, there will be no dessert at dinner."
"No!"
"Nuhahaha."
"No deer cookies either."
"Nooooo!"
[If I had known the result, I could have spared myself the explanation from ATG...Well, whatever.]
....
That night, Allen lay back on his bed after closing his phone, then set it aside, where it began floating as if gravity no longer affected it.
He had received about ten calls, including Maria Hill, Emma Frost, Tony Stark, Thor, Professor X, Natasha, and of course Fury. They all wanted to know what had happened. Allen gave them a simple explanation about some malevolent object that had appeared but fled from him after witnessing his magnificence.
This worried everyone.
They didn't believe Allen when he said the target, artifact, treasure, or whatever it was had simply disappeared for no reason. After all, you don't just cross from one world to another, make such a dramatic entrance, and then simply leave.
"Honestly, I'm fine with it disappearing without a fight," Allen said, placing his hands behind his head as he relaxed.
Makima appeared straddling him. She wore her black suit, but without the jacket, while her shirt was slightly open, revealing her red lace bra.
"Really?~" the woman said in a seductive voice before leaning over Allen, staring at him with those cold and terrifying golden eyes that held a touch of warmth and desire—something reserved exclusively for Allen.
"You're really not worried?"
Makima smiled as she began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing more and more of her pale skin.
Allen didn't interrupt her and simply enjoyed the view, though one of his hands caressed the beautiful redhead's waist.
"To be honest, I would've liked to meet the spirit of the Evil Infant."
"Wasn't it dangerous?"
Allen shook his head. After the Evil Infant disappeared, he had investigated the profound treasure further.
"It wasn't inherently evil or good. When it was created, it was given a pure and noble spirit, but mentally, it had the consciousness of a little girl. That made it easily influenced. The gods feared it because it was too powerful and dangerous, according to them, so instead of trying to get along with her, they sealed it away for millions of years. Obviously, once the Evil Infant was freed, it sought revenge—and got it."
Makima blinked before extending her hand to caress Allen's cheek, then proceeded to lie on top of him.
"So in other words, you were going to fight a little girl throwing a tantrum?"
Allen laughed.
"That little girl is as old as her world, but still, I'm glad I didn't have to face her now that I know her origin."
[...]
The system remained silent, but secretly it was breaking into a cold sweat. It couldn't tell Allen that it had accidentally destroyed the Evil Infant's Wheel of Myriad Tribulations. If he knew, he would be deeply affected.
So it decided to take that secret to the grave.
"Well, how about I help you forget the bad moments?" Makima said as she bit Allen's neck.
Allen laughed, turned over, and pinned Makima beneath him before kissing her.
While this was happening, neither of them noticed a small black wheel floating in the hallway. It slowly transformed into a girl who appeared to be about fifteen years old, with black hair and red eyes. She looked at her hands in confusion.
"I'm not dead?"
She clearly remembered being destroyed by that terrifying big brother, but now she was fine. Not only that, it seemed that all the resentment that had consumed her for billions of years had vanished.
"I... I can think clearly..."
Resentment was dangerous. The Evil Infant had been consumed by profound loneliness and hatred that had warped her mind. Once she was freed, her first instinct had basically been to destroy everything and everyone, but now that feeling was gone.
Her memories remained, but now they played like a distant movie, allowing her to think clearly.
"Ah~"
The Evil Infant heard a feminine voice coming from a room and decided to approach to see what was happening, but after peeking through a crack, she froze.
'Pervert...'
The girl quickly moved away before cursing.
She had recognized Allen as the one who destroyed her. She had thought he was some kind of monster, but it turned out he was just a simple and vulgar man.
'What do I do now?'
The girl began to worry. She was clearly in enemy territory, and if he found her, nothing guaranteed he wouldn't destroy her again.
So she decided to hide.
She experimented by transforming into various things—a painting, a stuffed animal, a glass, and anything else that could help her remain unnoticed while she investigated the secret of Allen's strength and perhaps some weakness.
"That's what I'll do!" the girl said, clenching her fist.
But at that moment, a door opened, and MJ appeared wearing a face mask and a bathrobe.
The girl panicked and quickly transformed into a glass.
"Nokotan..." the redheaded girl muttered.
MJ picked up the glass to take it to the kitchen, but at that moment, she heard Makima's moans coming from the bedroom. She bit her lip and walked toward the room.
She didn't even have to knock.
The door opened, and a force pulled her inside.
MJ dropped the glass, but fortunately, it didn't break.
'What are you doing?!'
The profound treasure regretted the stupidity of turning into a glass and proceeded to shut off its senses to avoid seeing everything happening, though she still cursed Allen for being a pervert.
....
The next day, Allen had decided to set aside the whole cultivator issue and also ignore any strange events that might occur.
Once again, he was at the bus stop with MJ and Gwen.
Once again, MJ looked tired, but this time she didn't complain because her exhaustion had little to do with studying, so she was actually happy as she clung to Allen's arm.
"Looks like you had a lot of fun last night," Gwen said with contempt toward Allen.
Instead of showing regret, Allen grinned shamelessly.
"It's my duty."
MJ blushed, while Gwen nearly tripped.
Neigh
"...?"
For a moment, Allen didn't even know what to think because he had just heard a horse neigh beside him.
When he turned, he saw a young man with golden hair wearing knight armor, mounted on his faithful steed.
"Excuse me, do you know if the Demon King's castle is nearby?" the young man asked with a brilliant smile that made several women on the street sigh.
"Sorry," Allen replied with a blank stare.
"Thank you anyway," the young man said before riding off toward the horizon (he actually just turned into an alley).
MJ and Gwen stood there with their mouths open, unsure if they had really seen what they had just seen.
"I'm going to ignore that," Allen said with absolute conviction that this was nothing out of the ordinary.
"No, no, that was clearly an isekai hero! What the hell?!" MJ exclaimed, shaking Allen's arm.
"He's just cosplaying," Allen said.
Not even Kaminari would've believed that, but Allen had to no matter what.
"This world is a peculiar place. There's nothing strange about seeing a medieval-type hero or two."
As Allen convinced himself it had all been his imagination, two men dressed in Jedi robes walked past him.
"Quickly, Anakin, we must inform Master Yoda of this," said Obi-Wan Kenobi.
A young Anakin Skywalker followed nervously.
"I know, Master, but how are we supposed to reach the Republic if we lost our ship?"
"Anakin, the Force will guide us. You only need to trust."
Gwen and MJ burned Allen with their intense stares.
With a bead of sweat on his cheek, Allen didn't dare look at them.
"They must be heading to a convention. Nothing strange about that."
Without giving Allen time to invent another excuse, Obi-Wan casually opened a restaurant door using the Force.
MJ – "..."
Gwen – "..."
Despite witnessing that, Allen used his greatest power—his shamelessness—to respond.
"I'm glad mutants can now walk freely through the streets without fear of being judged by the world. Now they can become superior cosplayers."
Neither Gwen nor MJ bought any of that nonsense, but they knew Allen would fight to the grave to avoid getting involved.
"At least I'll warn Natasha," MJ said, pulling out her phone.
Once she informed Natasha, who also expressed her confusion, it seemed the world really was becoming strange.
"I already told her," MJ said, but neither of the other two responded.
Gwen and Allen were staring at the horizon.
"Allen? Gwen? What's wrong?"
Gwen pointed into the distance.
MJ turned curiously to where they were looking, but the moment she did, her mouth fell open in disbelief, and she dropped her phone.
Manhattan Island had its own emblem, something known throughout the world and impossible to ignore.
That something was an enormous statue—the famous Statue of Liberty—
"Isn't the King Kong of Liberty majestic?!" said a man who had stopped beside the three of them.
Allen turned to him in confusion, one eyebrow twitching.
"Excuse me, what is the King Kong of Liberty?"
The man looked at Allen and the two girls beside him and assumed they were tourists, so he responded proudly and enthusiastically.
"It's been almost seventy years since the Kraken nearly sank Manhattan Island, and our beloved, brave Kong gave his life to protect us. As a tribute, that statue was built to remind everyone of the meaning of freedom... The Great Kong of Liberty!"
Bullshit!
Allen grabbed both girls by the hands and quickly walked away.
Neither resisted.
While they might've been willing to overlook some strange superheroes or random isekai knight, even a damn Jedi was acceptable, but! There was no way they could believe that the Statue of Liberty had always been the fucking King Kong!
That wasn't right.
They clearly remembered the Statue of Liberty being a Lady!
Allen cursed in his mind.
'Damn it, couldn't it have just been cultivators?!'
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A/N: It looks like Allen's vacation is going down the drain 👀
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