Chapter 755: The Suicide of the Angel of Physical Laws! Forcibly Conquering Four Magic Gods!
To prevent the world from being arbitrarily influenced or shattered by their sheer mass, the Magic Gods hide within the "Hidden World"—a Phase separated from the physical reality.
The Hidden World is a realm that does not exist within the standard coordinates of the universe. Distance and time are rendered meaningless there. A thin layer of separation is already infinitely far; the gap of a single strand of hair represents an endless abyss.
Their power cannot be explained by the laws of physics. It fundamentally exceeds the limits allowed by the world. If they were to casually step out of the Hidden World, the universe would shatter like fragile glass under the weight of a collapsing star.
For a Magic God to descend from the Hidden World into the physical plane, they must infinitely divide their infinite power, overlapping the divided existence into something the world can barely accommodate—a process akin to folding a piece of paper billions of times until it fits into a thimble.
But no matter how many times they weaken themselves, Magic Gods still possess infinite power that can overwhelm the entire world.
But now... they had descended.
Or rather, they were forced to descend. Their power had not been infinitely divided. They stood here as absolutely complete Magic Gods.
And yet, the Phase had not changed, nor had the universe been destroyed. This miracle existed solely because these nine Magic Gods were pulled over by Ren, his very presence acting as a reinforced container for their boundless divinity.
The Magic God representing Norse mythology, Othinus. A young girl wearing a witch's hat and an eye patch covering her right eye, her singular visible eye burning with the arrogance of a ruler.
The Magic God representing Buddhism, the High Priest. A mummified corpse in purple robes who had starved himself to death by his own will—a wandering Buddha with no name and no mission, purely existing.
The Magic God representing Egyptian mythology, Nephthys. A beautiful woman with chocolate-colored skin, cascading silver hair, and golden-blue heterochromatic eyes. She was a divine being created based on the concept of a wailing woman, her very presence evoking the sorrow of the sands.
The Magic God representing Taoism, Niang-Niang. A Corpse-Dissolution Immortal. A young girl in a white qipao with a yellow talisman stuck to her hat, radiating an aura of ancient, playful malice.
The Magic God representing Vodou, Zombie.
The Magic God representing Greek mythology, the monster Chimera.
The Magic God representing Greek mythology, the Queen of the Underworld, Proserpina.
The Magic God representing Celtic mythology, the Celtic God-King Nuada.
The Magic God representing Aztec mythology, the supreme god Tezcatlipoca.
...
Aiwass didn't know what to say.
The Magic Gods—the pinnacle of magic that Aleister Crowley was willing to abandon everything to fight against—were all here now. They stood at the very place where Crowley had just completely died.
In human terms, this was the ultimate irony.
"You are not of this world. With power surpassing a Magic God... who are you?"
Othinus was the first to speak. Her single green eye narrowed, her divine intellect analyzing the anomaly before her.
The gazes of nine Magic Gods focused entirely on Ren.
No Magic God attempted to act rashly because they had been brought here. Magic Gods were not fools; they were the ultimate masters of magic. They understood exactly what kind of existence stood before them.
An existence that could allow them to enter the universe without needing to divide themselves. This was a feat even the Magic Gods themselves could not achieve.
Ren ignored her question. Instead, he looked at the shimmering form of Aiwass.
"What are your thoughts?"
Aiwass, the Angel of the Bottomless Pit, shimmered with unstable light. Its form, usually beyond human comprehension and existing in a higher phase, flickered as if signal interference was eating away at its core.
[In human language, my existence has lost its meaning,] Aiwass communicated, its voice resonating directly in the mind without sound waves. [My very being is meaningless under your brilliance. The plan is void. The Era of Horus is dead before it began.]
As the entity spoke, its body began to dissipate. Golden particles drifted away like dust caught in a sunbeam, dissolving into the ether.
"Choosing to disappear because there's no meaning?"
Ren showed a flicker of respect; it was the entity's own choice. An Angel of Physical Laws chose to commit suicide before him rather than exist in a reality where its purpose was nullified by a superior being.
Aleister and Aiwass both died within this Windowless Building. In a way, it was a form of fate—a poetic end to the grand plan of Thelema.
"As for you few Magic Gods."
He surveyed the Magic Gods' serious expressions. The air crackled with the friction of ten absolute wills clashing in a confined space, sparking arcs of multi-colored mana that could vaporize a city.
"Although I possess such power, I don't intend to kill you. You are... amusing concepts." Ren's lips curled into a faint smile. "My demand for you few is not to enter the Phase of this universe again; stay well hidden in the Hidden World. Do not interfere with this world's affairs."
As he spoke, Ren raised his hand.
"Begone."
It wasn't a spell. It was a decree.
Figures were forcibly vanished by him and sent back to the Hidden World. The High Priest, Zombie, Chimera, Nuada, Tezcatlipoca—the male and monstrous gods were exiled instantly.
"Wait! You cannot simply—" The High Priest tried to raise a withered hand, but space folded around him.
Their protests were silenced before they could even form words. They were deleted from this coordinate, shoved back into the isolation of their non-existent realm.
His words just now were not a condition, but a mandatory declaration. His will had become an eternal imprint binding them.
Finally, only Othinus, Nephthys, Niang-Niang, and Proserpina remained.
The atmosphere shifted instantly. The oppressive heaviness of the male gods vanished, replaced by a tension that was sharper, more dangerous, and strangely intimate.
"Eh? Why aren't you letting us return to the Hidden World? I didn't say I wouldn't agree, you know."
Niang-Niang looked left and right, blinking in confusion as she realized she was still in the same spot. Her talisman fluttered nervously against her forehead. "Are we special?"
Nephthys's heterochromatic eyes stared intently at Ren. She sensed a danger far greater than erasure—a predatory intent that made her divine core tremble.
"You deliberately left us behind," Nephthys murmured, her voice like shifting sands. "What is your purpose?"
Othinus and Proserpina also became wary. They didn't believe there was no purpose in specifically leaving them—the female Magic Gods—behind while banishing the others.
Unfortunately, their wariness was useless.
Ren snapped his fingers.
Snap.
Time and space around them shifted violently. The sterile metal walls of the Windowless Building dissolved, replaced by opulent velvet, silk, and the scent of exotic perfumes.
What appeared was an ultimately luxurious master bedroom, a space carved out of reality itself. A bed large enough for gods dominated the center, draped in sheets of woven starlight and crimson silk.
He grinned, his eyes darkening with a hunger that made the Magic Gods shiver. "Nothing much. I just want to taste what a Magic God tastes like, and by the way, see to what extent I can conquer a Magic God."
"You... insolent mortal!" Othinus's face flushed with rage. She reached into the void, pulling forth her crossbow-spear, Gungnir. "You think you can treat a Main God as a plaything?!"
But Ren was faster. He didn't just suppress them; he rewrote the rules of the engagement.
He created a pocket universe instantly—a dimension designed solely for this "battle."
In this new universe, the laws of physics were subservient to his desire.
"Let the game begin," Ren whispered.
In this pocket dimension, three months passed in the blink of an eye relative to the outside world.
He spent three months engaging the four female Magic Gods in a grand battle that shook the foundations of the new universe, forcibly conquering them one by one.
The battles in the new universe could be described as world-shattering. Ren allowed them to use their full power. He wanted them at their peak so he could break them properly.
"Don't underestimate me!" Othinus roared, hurling Gungnir. The spear, which always hits its mark and destroys the world, flew with the force to end existence.
Ren caught it with one hand.
The shockwave obliterated a nearby galaxy within the pocket dimension, but Ren remained unmoved. He shattered the concept of 'inevitability' attached to the spear and pulled the trembling Norse goddess into his arms.
"Is that all, Othinus?" he teased, his voice echoing in her mind.
Every collision of power at the points of contact easily caused phase collapses. Nephthys wept oceans of sand, trying to bury him in the sorrow of Egyptian history, but he swam through the dunes and silenced her weeping with a kiss that stole her breath and her will.
Niang-Niang summoned armies of immortal Paopei soldiers, giggling maniacally as she tried to overwhelm him. "Try this! And this!"
Ren swept them aside with a wave of his hand, cornering the Taoist goddess. Her giggles turned to gasps as he dismantled her defenses, pinning her against the fabric of space-time itself.
Proserpina brought the chill of the Underworld, freezing time to absolute zero. But Ren's heat was infinite. He melted the ice of the afterlife, warming the Queen of the Underworld until she was clinging to him for respite.
Perhaps Othinus and the other three couldn't have imagined that their Magic God powers, which they never fully unleashed for fear of breaking the world, would be used in such a way.
They were used to struggle. To resist. To submit.
Moreover, Ren specifically retrieved Othinus's main god's spear, Gungnir, for her again and again, allowing her status and power to return to completeness. He wanted the One-Eyed God at her absolute best, fierce and biting, only to see that ferocity melt into pliability.
Under the great battle with the four Magic Gods who unleashed their full power, the new universe was reshaped over a hundred times. Galaxies were born and died in the throes of their passion and combat.
The clash was not just physical or magical; it was a rewriting of their very definitions.
Ren stripped away their titles. They were no longer the rulers of phases; they were women.
He saw battles producing solutions that annihilated the starry sky. He witnessed the four Magic Gods unleash ultra-high torrents of energy like humans crying out when pushed to their absolute limits—flushed, exhausted, and overwhelmed.
"More... I can still..." Othinus panted, her eye patch slightly askew, her face red not from anger, but from an exertion she had never known in eons.
"Good spirit," Ren praised, pressing his advantage.
Of course, he was undoubtedly the final victor.
He stood above them, the absolute master of their bodies and souls.
Conquering the four Magic Gods was an interesting experience. Their divine pride, once shattered, did not turn into resentment. Instead, it sublimated into a fanatical devotion.
The concept of 'God' implies a being with no equal. To find a being that could not only match them but completely dominate them... it was a revelation. It was a new religion, and Ren was their deity.
Othinus and the others were not preparing to return to the Hidden World. They clung to him, refusing to leave.
Othinus rested her head on his chest, her small hand gripping his shirt. Nephthys hugged his arm, her heterochromatic eyes filled with adoration. Niang-Niang and Proserpina flanked him, their earlier hostility replaced by the docility of tamed kittens.
"Don't send us back," Niang-Niang murmured.
So Ren separated their power from the Great World. From then on, they would no longer be affected by the Great World itself. Being in this phase would also not lead to the destruction of the universe.
As for what they were doing now?
They were playing in Academy City. Disguised as humans, exploring the world they had once looked down upon, waiting for their Master to call them again.
They knew what they should and shouldn't do, and Ren let them be. They were his collection, his conquest, and his eternal partners.
...
Back in the present, in the ruins of the container yard.
The transition was instantaneous. One moment, he was in the pocket universe; the next, he was standing amidst the twisted metal and settling dust of the battle with Aleister.
"Ren, why are you back so soon?"
Misaka Mikoto was puzzled. She blinked, looking at the man who had just reappeared. Her tea-colored hair swayed slightly in the breeze.
Because Ren had just left, and then immediately returned. Only a few minutes had passed in real-time. To her, he had merely flickered out of existence and popped back in.
"Heh, actually, I still spent quite a bit of time."
Ren said meaningfully, a satisfied glint in his eyes that made Mikoto blush without knowing why. There was an aura about him now—a relaxed, satiated energy that felt dangerous yet magnetic.
In their eyes, it was only a few seconds.
But in the new universe he created, three months had passed. He had lived a lifetime of conquest in the span of a breath. The scent of the goddesses still lingered faintly on him, invisible to mortals but palpable to the soul.
"Ren-kun, what did you do? Was the plan terminated?"
Misaki Shokuhou was more interested in what Ren had done than why he returned so quickly. She adjusted her lace gloves, her starry eyes scanning him for injuries. Her keen mental perception told her that something momentous had shifted in the world's balance, but she couldn't pinpoint what.
"Didn't do much, just killed the General Superintendent. Now Academy City belongs to me."
These understated words came from Ren's mouth as if he had just bought a convenience store or picked up a discarded coin.
But they struck the four ITEM members present like a bolt from the blue. Mugino Shizuri's jaw tightened, and Kinuhata Saiai stared in disbelief.
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