The Heavenly Palace trembled.
A silence, deeper than the void between stars, filled the golden halls where the Celestial Gods once stood proudly. Statues of forgotten heroes lined the corridors, cracked and fading, as though even the stone itself feared what was happening.
At the palace's highest balcony, where the sky was threaded with divine runes and nebula-colored clouds, the Original Olivierr watched the scene unfold through the mirrored floor of creation.
Her expression was unreadable—grief, fury, and despair woven together like threads of a dying star.
Before her, the Celestial Gods—her peers—were dragged away by her evil counterpart, the one known as Olivierr Auralisse, the tyrant queen of the alternate Universe.
The Original's voice trembled, not with fear, but with urgency.
"You monster…"
Her fingers curled, and divine sparks dripped from her nails like starfire. She touched the mirrored sky below her, watching her counterpart seize Aizen's family—Lyra, the twins, Lina, Mikaela, Theodore—everyone Aizen held dear.
"Aizen Arcime's power is equal to mine… almost."
Her voice quivered, soft but sharp as a falling shard of heaven.
"You could be defeated by that lion easily if you misunderstand him."
Her throat tightened.
"Aizen… I just want you to protect them."
She looked toward the broken horizon of her world—ashen, hollow, nearly dead from the Destroyer Goddess' rampage. Her people were gone. Her daughter lay wounded beyond healing. She had nothing left but a final prayer.
Aizen still had everything to lose.
"They are the remaining people I know left… the ones you love the most."
Her voice cracked.
"The reincarnation of the Goddess of Creation in that world doesn't yet have the strength to fight my evil self. She cannot win alone."
Her body trembled as she lifted her hand. Divine glyphs spiraled around her arm, forming a spell that shook the whole palace.
Her final attempt.
Her final gift.
"Aizen Arcime… I give this hard message to you."
She thrust her fist forward, punching the air itself.
A shockwave exploded—space cracked open.
A jagged black tear appeared, swirling with collapsing galaxies. She gathered every record, every vision, every memory of the invasion—the betrayal, the Celestials' fear, the plan against him—inside a gleaming purple crystal ball.
The ball shined like a small star.
Without hesitation, she hurled it into the tear.
The void swallowed it whole.
Aizen Arcime — The Battlefield of Storms
The skies roared like beasts as Aizen fought through the monstrous army. Demons, fallen angels, corrupted draconic beasts—every blow he dealt shook mountains.
Lightning wrapped around his body, golden and wild, as if the very heavens moved with him.
Suddenly—
BANG!
The air tore open.
A star-like object streaked toward him, stopping inches from his face. Aizen narrowed his glowing golden eyes.
"What the—? This aura… it's like Olivierr."
His grip tightened on his spear, Stormcleaver.
"How could she betray our trust…? She kidnapped my family—"
He paused.
The aura was familiar.
Warm.
Pleading.
"Wait… this isn't the evil one. This is… the same as before."
Confusion and anger churned in his chest.
He touched the crystal ball.
The world exploded around him.
Aizen's Vision — The Truth of the Two Worlds
Images slammed into his mind:
—The Original Olivierr wounded and alone
—A parallel universe crawling with corruption
—The evil Olivierr Auralisse, ruling the Celestials with cruelty
—His family being sealed inside a torture chamber
—Zelfhar's corpse, frozen in time
—The Celestial Gods plotting to kill him
—Leviatharion and Naris Nia in the alternate world awakened early
—The plan to use Lyra and the others as hostages
—The incoming destruction of two universes
Aizen gasped and staggered back.
"Tch—these scenes…"
His eyes widened.
"Don't tell me—it's like that novel my friends talked about in my past life."
For a moment, he didn't look like a god-slaying warrior.
He looked like the boy he once was.
A high schooler.
With memories of stories, novels, manga, reincarnation tropes.
He laughed bitterly.
"So it seems the place where the Celestial Gods stay is the same… but this time Naris Nia and Leviatharion are the good guys."
His aura surged, crackling across the battlefield like a lightning storm.
"Defeating the Destroying Goddess just became a thousand times harder."
He looked up.
Above him, a gigantic celestial castle—the size of Earth—hovered beside a galaxy.
His heartbeat slowed.
His eyes sharpened.
"I should go there. I need to help them."
He lifted his spear.
Storm cleaved open the sky itself.
From far away, an unknown voice whispered—
A presence outside fate.
"Will he?
…Why do I need to say that?
Of course he will."
The Alternate Celestial Palace
Inside the blindingly white halls of the alternate Heavenly Palace, the evil Olivierr stood before her trembling subordinates.
"Lady Olivierr…"
One Upper Celestial being bowed.
"Who are these mortals?"
Olivierr Auralisse leaned forward, eyes shining like venomous stars. She whispered into her subordinate's ear—soft, deadly.
"The dragon girl is the Goddess of Creation."
The subordinate's blood ran cold.
"Tell the others. I will discuss this matter personally."
She smiled—a razor-edged smile.
"Lock the mortals inside the torture chamber."
The Celestial trembled.
"Yes, my lady."
Her voice dropped lower, dripping with threat.
"If you don't follow my orders…"
Her smile widened.
"…I will kill and torture your family."
The Celestial almost fainted.
He gathered Aizen's family quickly and dragged them toward the dark chambers—iron cages, chains, runes designed to torment even divine beings.
Slamming the door shut, he whispered apologies through tears.
Olivierr turned her back.
Her cape fluttered like a shadow.
Inside the meeting chamber, eighteen Celestial Gods knelt before her.
Their voices were eager, hateful, desperate to please her.
"We will kill Aizen Arcime!"
"He murdered our client—Zelfhar!"
"We should take his family and torture him to death!"
"Hostages first—then execution!"
Then Loki—slender, silver-haired, eyes like liquid moonlight—stepped forward.
The most cunning of the Celestial Gods.
"My lady… how about doing all of that at the same time?"
He smirked.
"Show his family suffering. Then immediately attack Aizen. There are eighteen of us and one of him. After he's weakened, we torture him to death."
Olivierr's grin split wide.
"Loki!"
Her voice was disturbingly joyful.
"That is a GREAT call! You make me praise you again!"
She raised her hand.
"Prepare yourselves. We descend now."
But then—
Everything froze.
The Sky Turns Black
A sudden chill swept the palace.
Every Celestial God snapped their head toward the balcony.
Two enormous shadows rushed toward them—so large they eclipsed the divine moon.
Leviatharion.
Naris Nia.
Awake years earlier than expected.
Their bodies were colossal—mountains with wings, galaxies wrapped around their scales.
The Celestial Gods panicked.
"They should be asleep!"
"Why are they awake?!"
"Impossible!"
"They're heading straight for us!"
But they failed to sense something far more terrifying.
A flicker.
A presence beyond measure.
An outline of a being the size of a galaxy, darkness shaped like a lion, with two golden eyes big enough to dwarf star systems—
Then it vanished.
But someone remained.
Standing on Leviatharion's massive head.
A single figure.
A silhouette wrapped in golden lightning.
Aizen Arcime.
His expression was cold.
His aura—pure, uncontrollable rage.
The palace walls trembled.
The Celestials felt something they never felt before.
Fear.
The kind that crushes gods.
"That… that aura…"
"It can't be."
"Aizen Arcime…"
He lifted Stormcleaver.
Lightning exploded.
"I'm taking back my family."
The strongest battle and greatest betrayal of this world was about to begin...
End of Chapter 90