when a Filipino got isekai'd with a twist!
"only I can simmon those!"
chapter 12 : truth!
The battlefield burned like the mouth of a dying sun.
Kieth's White Wing Gundam lunged forward, its blade crashing against Mephistopheles' crimson scythe. Every strike split the earth, every deflection shook the horizon.
She fought like a storm—furious, precise, unrelenting. But Kieth's counters grew sharper with each exchange, his instincts reading her movements like a familiar rhythm. Slowly, painfully, he began to gain the upper hand.
He locked onto her, chest cannon humming with energy.
One blast, and it would be over.
"Kieth! Stop!" Lyra's voice cracked through the comms, desperate. "Don't—it's Mina!"
Kieth froze.
Through the smoke, he saw it—a faint glint of silver swaying from Mephistopheles' neck. A locket, battered and cracked, but unmistakable. The one he forged long ago, with the small wing insignia carved on it.
"Mi… na?" he whispered.
Her demonic aura wavered, fading just enough to reveal her face. Older. Harder. But still his daughter.
"Long time no see… father."
The words hit him like a blade.
"Mina… I thought you were—"
She cut him off, voice trembling with restrained fury. "You were dead. We all saw it. You were sliced in half by the Demon God himself."
Kieth's breath hitched, but she continued.
"Antares tried to keep us alive afterward. He raised me when everything else fell apart. The old heroes… Lady Lycana, Cique, Riona… they all died one by one. Not in battle against demons—but humans."
Her eyes flared red. "The same humans you swore to protect."
Kieth's grip tightened on the controls. "What…?"
"They came for us. Called us monsters. Claimed we were threats to peace. The survivors of your age—the heroes you trusted—they were hunted like beasts."
Her voice cracked as she stepped closer, scythe trembling in her hand. "And when I was the only one left… I hid. Alone. Until he found me."
"Xandros," Kieth said softly.
She nodded. "He took me in. Said you'd betrayed us all. Said you were the reason humanity turned on us. And I believed him. Because what else was I supposed to believe?"
Kieth closed his eyes, guilt tightening in his chest. "No, Mina. That's not what happened."
She scoffed bitterly. "Then tell me, father—what did happen?!"
His voice wavered. "You wouldn't remember. They erased everything—your memories, your pain. They did it to protect you. To keep Xandros from learning the truth. I died that day, but it was planned. They wanted to bring me back when the world needed me again."
Mina stepped back, confusion flashing through her fury. "Erase my memories…?"
"Cique's spell," Kieth said quietly. "You were just a child. They made you forget what happened—to spare you from that pain. But when the world turned on you… Xandros filled that void."
Her eyes trembled, the truth clawing at the edges of her mind. Fragments flashed—Antares' gentle voice, Lycana's smile, Cique's fading spell, her father's lifeless face.
Then it all went white.
[Flashback: The End of the Demon God War]
Antares stood over the corpse of the Demon God, his sword buried deep in its chest as the creature disintegrated into light.
Around him lay ruin—charred plains, fallen heroes, and the broken form of Kieth, split in half.
Mina screamed, trying to reach him, but Lady Lycana held her back.
"Don't look, child," Lycana whispered, voice faint.
Cique, bleeding out, gestured weakly to Antares. "The coffin… the one meant for the Demon God… use it. We can preserve him."
Riona, missing her right arm, staggered toward the black coffin. "You mean… seal Kieth instead?"
Cique nodded slowly. "He told me of the future. That they'd summon the Demon God again. If we bind his soul instead—he'll return when the world needs him."
Lycana hesitated. "Xandros will see through us."
"Not if we erase it," Cique said. "All of it. Our memories, our truth. The world will think Kieth died here. Even Mina will believe it."
Antares's hand trembled. "You're serious?"
Cique smiled faintly. "He gave us hope. Let's return the favor."
Light flared from his hands as the spell activated.
Lycana whispered a final prayer.
And Mina's vision faded as she saw her father's face—then nothing.
He came back to himself like someone surfacing from the bottom of a frozen lake — lungs burning, mind a slow, confused clockwork finding its rhythm. For a second there was nothing but white: a boundless, soft light with no edges, no up or down. It held him like a memory that hadn't decided whether to exist.
Then a voice — sharp, urgent, tender — cut through the haze.
"Kieth, wake up, wake up! They need you now! Please wake up!"
Lady Lycana's hands were on his shoulders, warm and real. The white blurred, resolving into the lines of her face; her hair clung to her brow, eyes raw with exhaustion and something like hope. The world centered around her and, heartbeat by heartbeat, the cold in his chest receded.
He blinked. Air tasted of iron and old prayers. His ribs felt whole where he'd remembered them broken. He tried to move and the muscles obeyed like strangers learning a familiar path.
"You're…?" he started, voice raw.
Lycana didn't smile. She simply took his hands, fingers steadying him. "You're alive, Kieth. We never stopped trying. We sealed you away so the enemy would bury the idea of your return. But they've broken the seal — Xandros opened the coffin thinking he'd free the Demon God. He didn't know what he unfastened."
Her eyes flicked over him, hungry with news. "The world's burning. The Demon Lord and the Four Kings march. The heroes are falling back. We need you."
Confusion and something like a slow, dawning fury settled in his chest. His memory tried to reassemble itself — the Demon God's strike, the coffin, the faces of those who'd stayed behind — then the gaps: a void where history had been rerouted.
"You said I was dead," he managed.
"You were," Lycana said, voice cracking only for a heartbeat. "And you weren't. Cique preserved you in the sealing coffin — not as an end but as a contingency. He bound your life to the rune so you could be returned when the hour demanded it. You're healed, Kieth. The coffin repaired what the Demon God broke."
Light shifted at the corner of his perception. A synthetic chime — clinical and familiar — clicked into being.
A translucent panel appeared before him, hovering like a holo-memory only he could see. Text unfurled, precise and absurdly cheery in the face of a world burning.
Notice!
Player / Individual: Kieth Deyviel Martine is awake.
All system factions are back online. Player can now use all summons.
A second cascade followed, each line a slap of reality:
Congratulations — System
You have leveled up!!!
You are now LEVEL MAXX.
You can now summon anything from your arsenal.
All class restrictions lifted. Player may wield any summon weapons.
Kieth let out a breath that tasted of metal and memory. The panel kept coming, like a parade of rewards no war had ever earned him before.
Achievement Unlocked — Defeat the Demon God!
Reward: Full access to fictional summons. All upgrades available.
And then the titles. He read them one by one, incredulous grin fighting to surface under the dust and grief.
Title Unlocked: Hero of Heroes — +100% all stats
Title Unlocked: King of Heroes — +100% all summons
Title Unlocked: The Damn Ass Is Back! — +200% for tricks and weird plans; +100 to intelligence.
For a beat he stared. Then, like a man hearing a joke at his own expense, he barked a laugh.
"The—what?" he said out loud, smirking despite everything. "Metatron, you put that in? Seriously?"
A familiar disembodied tone, dry and mildly offended, chimed in the corner of his mind. [METATRON CHIM IN] "It's an accurate status descriptor. Also, morale-boosting."
Kieth shook his head and pushed himself up, the white resolving into the lab-like interior of the sealing chamber's return-point. Somewhere beyond the walls the war still screamed, but here there was a quieter, electrical hum — a nest of tech and old, tangled magics.
"All right then," he said, feeling the old resolve click back into place like a well-oiled joint. He scanned the room, searching for his suit, his summons, anything to turn a tide.
"You're supposed to reappear right where Xandros stands?" Lycana asked, voice low.
"Yes," he answered, eyes already assessing vectors, engines, the nearest launch shaft. "In front of him."
A small grin cut across him, tired but lethal. "Fine by me. He'll get the shock of his lifetime. I'll give him a run for his money."
There was a clatter as a maintenance bay door cycled open. Under draped tarps, beneath coils of power and a web of scavenged servos, the silhouette he'd been chasing his whole life finally resolved: his Gundam. White and scarred, wings folded like a sleeping angel, plasma conduits still warm from whatever ritual had preserved it.
"Heh. Found it," Kieth said, and there was something like a child's wicked glee in his voice for the first time in ages. "Now for the main event."
Lycana watched him with that same tired hope. "Go then. Bring them down."
He slid into the cockpit like coming home to a place that had been waiting for him longer than he had known he'd be gone. Systems whispered to life, and Metatron's voice, irreverent as ever, threaded through the comms.
[METATRON] "Primary systems nominal. Summons ready. Clean up on aisle apocalypse?"
Kieth's smile hardened. "Copy that. Let's clean house."
Outside, the sky bled war. Inside, a man who had been buried in time felt a power he hadn't known he still had — old promises, new weapons, and a title no one had asked for but the world badly needed: Hero of Heroes.
He flicked the final switch. The White Wing's wings unfolded like a blade of morning. The bay doors peeled back. The world waited — and Kieth lifted off into it.
[Back to Present]
Mina staggered, gripping her head. "No… I remember now… I was with Antares… he taught me everything. And then… the humans came."
Kieth's voice was low, heavy. "I know. The Great Demon Erasure."
Her voice cracked. "They slaughtered everyone, Father. Called us monsters. Framed us for things we never did. I buried them myself."
Her hands shook. "After that… Xandros found me. He said I didn't need to hide. That I could make the humans pay. And I… I let him."
Kieth's eyes dimmed with grief. "You were just a child. You didn't deserve any of that."
Mina's voice broke into a whisper. "I wanted to believe him because I thought you chose them over us."
Kieth's tone softened. "I never chose them over you, Mina. I chose you over everything."
For a moment, the battlefield was silent. The rain hissed against the Gundam's metal hull as the two stood there—father and daughter, enemies shaped by lies and time.
Then, Mina turned away, her wings spreading once more. "I don't know what to believe anymore…"
She flew into the storm, vanishing among the dark clouds.
Lyra landed beside Kieth's Gundam, her voice trembling.
"Kieth… what happens now?"
Kieth looked up at the sky, where his daughter disappeared.
"Now?" His voice was tired. "Now I take back what Xandros stole from me."
The storm split open like a wound in the heavens.
Lightning carved through the dark clouds, and for a heartbeat, everything went silent — the kind of silence that only comes before something catastrophic.
Then the ground trembled.
A low, guttural laugh echoed across the battlefield, rolling through the smoke and the rain like an approaching calamity. From the storm's heart, a shadow descended — immense, regal, monstrous. The air itself seemed to recoil from his presence.
Xandros.
His wings spread like torn banners of night, each beat sending shockwaves across the shattered earth. His once-pristine armor was scorched, molten in places, and the right side of his face bore the charred mark of Kieth's earlier beam strike — a permanent burn carved into his skin like a brand of defiance.
"...You've made quite the mess," he said, voice deep, venom-laced. "I expected more restraint from the so-called Hero of Heroes."
Kieth smirked inside the cockpit, lowering the Gundam's blade. "Restraint's overrated. You took your sweet time, you overgrown goat man."
Xandros's single unburned eye flicked toward him, a crimson glare burning brighter than the lightning above. "You should've stayed buried, Martine. The world was quieter without your mouth running."
"Yeah?" Kieth leaned back in his seat, the faintest grin tugging at his lips. "Funny, the world looks louder now — maybe it's you screaming from that burn I gave you."
For a moment, even the storm seemed to pause — as if the sky itself held its breath.
Mina, still hovering in the distance, froze between them. Her expression was torn — the two figures who defined her world, standing on opposite ends of ruin.
"Enough," Xandros said, his voice like thunder breaking chains. His wings flared wide, each feather dripping with shadow and fire. "If you want the world back, Hero, then take it from me."
The air ignited. Cracks split across the battlefield, rivers of molten stone pulsing beneath the surface.
Kieth's systems screamed warnings, Metatron shouting in his ear.
[METATRON: WARNING — Energy signature rising. Unknown readings. Recommend evasive action—]
"Too late," Kieth muttered, gripping the controls.
A spear of pure dark light burst from Xandros's palm, tearing through the storm — but Kieth met it head-on. The Gundam's wings blazed white, deflecting the beam as plasma veins lit up along its armor.
When the light faded, both were still standing.
Xandros grinned, a cruel, slow stretch of teeth. "You really are back."
"Damn right I am."
Their eyes locked — one burning red, one cold with resolve.
Then Xandros raised his hand, and the skies cracked open.
Dozens of portals flared to life behind him — each one spilling out twisted silhouettes: corrupted heroes, fallen gods, armored titans from another age.
Kieth's jaw tightened. "...Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Mina's eyes widened as she recognized the first figure emerging — a towering knight in shattered silver armor. "That's… Antares?"
But his eyes were empty.
"Resurrected," Xandros said, his tone a dark amusement. "Reforged. Every hero you buried, every legend you thought dead… now they serve me."
Kieth's knuckles went white around the controls. The screen flickered with incoming enemy signatures — too many to count.
"Metatron," he said, low and steady.
[METATRON: Already on it. Summon vault unlocked. You'll need everything.]
Kieth's lips curved into that old, reckless grin. "Then let's give this bastard the sequel he didn't ask for."
The Gundam's chest core pulsed — a rising hum building into a war cry of engines.
Lyra stepped forward, eyes wide with fear and awe. "Kieth—there's too many!"
"Good," he said, his grin sharp. "Then it's a fair fight."
The storm screamed. Xandros raised his burning blade, and Kieth's White Wing ignited in blinding light.
Father.
Daughter.
Devil.
Hero.
All stood beneath the bleeding sky — the past clawing back into the present.
And just before their blades met, Xandros smirked.
"Welcome back, Martine."
Kieth's final words were a whisper drowned by thunder.
"Glad you missed me."
The world erupted — and the screen went white.
to be continued.