Chapter 414: A Barely Passing Grade!
Shinomiya Amane was also a genius. He had awakened as a Blazer at an extremely young age.
A child naturally lacked self-control, so he freely squandered the nearly omnipotent power he possessed.
"Cheating."
That was the judgment everyone ultimately gave him.
Even Amane himself could no longer tell whether his achievements came from hard work or the goddess's intervention.
As long as he sincerely wanted to accomplish something, his ability would inevitably activate.
That was precisely why Amane desperately wanted someone to acknowledge him—the person named Shinomiya Amane, not the power known as Nameless Glory.
Unfortunately, that wish was never fulfilled.
In the end, he sadly rejected all contact with the outside world and spent every day shut inside his home.
Thankfully, the mother who depended on him never blamed him.
"Mom knows you're a kind child."
"And it isn't only Mom. The gods know too, which is why they gave you such a miraculous power."
"So you have to become happy, all right?"
His mother's comfort was Amane's only support at the time.
His parents had divorced before he could remember, and his mother had raised him alone.
He loved her deeply and firmly believed that she loved him just as much.
So he constantly prayed for her happiness, for success in her career, and for them to live a wealthy life together.
Back then, he was satisfied.
Even if no one else acknowledged him, he still had his mother's love.
That small happiness was everything Amane possessed.
Until one day, a sudden question appeared in his heart.
'Would Mother still love me if I lost the goddess's power?'
A faint unease lingered within him, born from the pressure everyone outside had placed upon him.
Amane hated himself for doubting her.
He wanted to trust his mother wholeheartedly and erase every trace of anxiety from his heart.
So Amane made a decision.
For one day—just one day—he would stop using his ability and confirm his mother's love.
Then his tiny happiness shattered in an instant.
"Mom loves you so much. Why aren't you willing to love Mom?"
On the very day Amane stopped using his power, his mother's company declared bankruptcy.
The stock market collapsed, their property was frozen, and a series of disasters buried the family beneath an unprecedented mountain of debt.
It was as though everything gained through the goddess's power had suddenly been reclaimed.
His mother flew into a rage.
Overcome by anger, she struck Amane for the first time.
That was when he realized even his mother did not need him.
No one needed the person named Amamiya Shion.
They only wanted his power.
Thus began a vicious cycle.
Amane could no longer convince himself to pray for his mother's happiness.
Meanwhile, deprived of his power, she gradually descended into madness under disappointment, fury, and the unbearable contrast with her former life.
Scolding became violence.
Violence eventually became imprisonment and abuse.
Amane was locked inside a cage, crying in pain and begging his mother to forgive him.
But it accomplished nothing.
Having completely abandoned the hope of being loved, Amane did not truly pray for his mother to return to normal.
Eventually, everything came to an end.
After half a year of torment, Amane could endure no more.
No matter how disappointed he was, he still did not want to die.
In his agony, he unconsciously wished for his mother to disappear.
As always, the goddess answered him.
A middle-aged man stained with his mother's blood rescued the tormented Amane from the cage.
The man embraced him with tears streaming down his face.
"My child! Thank goodness you're safe!"
"Don't worry. Your frightening mother is gone now."
Amane stared at the father he barely remembered.
The man wore the exact same smile his mother once had and continued,
"From now on, you only need to love your father."
At that moment, Amamiya Shion died.
Shinomiya Amane took his place.
He understood completely that no one would ever see him while that power existed.
Before the goddess's overwhelming presence, the ordinary human named Shinomiya Amane was utterly insignificant.
There was nothing he could do.
After all, his ability was too powerful, too invincible, and too versatile.
That helpless resignation replaced the acknowledgment of others and became Amane's sole salvation.
But now, someone stood before him and saw the tiny figure of the human named Shinomiya Amane.
Luke had casually shattered the supposedly invincible goddess and told him that the power was merely part of him.
Amane stared at Luke—the first man in his life who had truly seen him.
An intense radiance of mana began emerging from his body!
The almost tangible mana resembled dense black fog, instantly condensing into a gigantic pitch-black arm in midair.
"Prove it to me…"
The arm contained terrifying power.
The instant it took shape, the entire stage around Amane decayed and crumbled as though centuries of weathering had passed in a moment!
"You've got to be kidding… Why did you only appear now?"
"The goddess's power was supposed to be omnipotent and invincible. It could grant any wish… It has always been that way."
"I abandoned my family, my friends, the world—everything…"
"And now you're telling me I was wrong?"
"You waited until now to tell me I was wrong!"
"I won't accept it… How could I possibly accept that?"
Tears unconsciously streamed from Amane's eyes.
Against the bloodshot veins filling them, the tears almost seemed red.
His voice sounded somewhere between a whisper and a wail.
"You've got to be kidding…"
"If… If I really was wrong…"
"Then prove it to me!"
Boom—!
Alongside Amane's anguished roar, more than a hundred pitch-black arms erupted from his body.
The violent wave of mana instantly destroyed the already corroded arena around him.
For the first time in his life, Shinomiya Amane controlled Nameless Glory through his own will!
It was neither a prayer nor a wish.
Through mana and his own determination, he forcibly twisted causality!
Those black arms were the ultimate manifestation of Nameless Glory—causal power made visible to the naked eye.
They were the embodied causality of death and destruction!
The pitch-black limbs were nearly equivalent to the hands of death itself.
Ignoring process and method, they directly imposed unavoidable death and destruction upon everything they touched!
It was a terrifying power approaching the might of a Desperado!
"Now that's more like it."
While everyone stared in shock at Amane's terrifying eruption of power, sword intent surged into the heavens and instantly enveloped the entire Bay Dome!
Luke held Starfall Sword in his hand.
The impatience had vanished from his face, replaced by his usual smile.
Looking somewhat satisfied with Amane's final outburst, Luke nodded.
"For the sake of that final attack, I'll give you a passing grade."
A streak of sword light flashed.
Every pitch-black arm formed from mana vanished instantly!
With that, the match came to an end.
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