Madagascar, East Africa.
The country of Madagascar is a land of vibrant contrasts, a colossal island off the southeastern coast of Africa that seems to belong to a world of its own. Its soil is rich and varied, harboring landscapes that range from arid, reddish plains, scarred by deep canyons, to lush rainforests and dense jungles teeming with wildlife.
It was dawn, and the Madagascar sky was painted with shades of gold and orange as the sun rose over the Indian Ocean, illuminating its white sand beaches and crystal-clear waters. The coral reefs near the coast shimmered beneath the light, revealing an explosion of vibrant colors and the gentle movements of tropical fish.
Inland, vegetation-covered mountains undulated across the horizon, with emerald peaks rising like ancient guardians. The Masoala rainforest, for example, is a labyrinth of towering trees covered in lichens and vines, harboring unparalleled biodiversity. Lemurs leap from branch to branch, while chameleons, with their ever-changing skin, blend into the environment like small guardians of the jungle. The symphony of exotic birds and the buzzing of insects is constant, creating a unique natural music.
Further south, the climate becomes drier, and the terrain gives way to golden savannas dotted with iconic baobab trees. These gigantic trees, with trunks that seem to store the secrets of the earth, have an almost mystical presence. As the sun sets, their elongated shadows paint intricate patterns on the cracked ground.
Deep within a forest, there was something strange, hidden beneath the shade of the lush baobab trees and surrounded by dense, vibrant vegetation. The entrance was an irregular arch of black stone, adorned with carved markings that appeared to be thousands of years old. Ancestral symbols decorated the edges, like a lost language that told stories forgotten by time. An aura of mystery enveloped the place, and the air seemed colder, almost heavy, as if carrying the echoes of something ancient and powerful.
The ground around the entrance was firm, but the wear of time had exposed stones covered in verdant moss. The sound of insects echoed in the surrounding jungle, but near the cave, everything seemed plunged into an abnormal silence, interrupted only by the faint whisper of the wind winding through the trees.
Adam stood before this enigmatic place, his figure standing out against the landscape. He wore a white shirt, clinging to his sculpted body, with light fabric pants and sturdy boots to withstand the rugged terrain. His black hair fell in unruly strands over his eyes, which shone with a combination of curiosity and relief. He crossed his arms as he examined the cave, his intense blue eyes scanning every detail, as if trying to decipher the secrets it held.
The smell of damp earth and something vaguely metallic emanated from within the cave, suggesting that it held more than just darkness. From the depths, a faint sound reverberated—a constant dripping that mingled with the echo of something that could not be identified. The entrance seemed to both invite and repel, as if it were a portal to another world, one that demanded respect and courage to be crossed.
Adam took a step forward, feeling a cold breeze that seemed to emanate from the depths of the cave and touch his skin, sending an unexpected shiver down his spine. He let out a soft sigh, more as a way to prepare his mind than to express fatigue. Every cell in his body was alert, but at the same time, there was a strange fascination with the idea of what awaited him inside, knowing its origin.
He murmured with a slight smile,
"How unexpected, this changes my plans. I never expected to find the 'hole leading to another realm that isn't the current world' at this specific point in the timeline."
In an excavation that his organization had funded nearby, the staff noticed the strangeness of the cave. Some of the mages and ordinary people who were in the area disappeared upon entering it. Although this kind of thing wasn't a matter a King would pay attention to, he had asked Lavinia to keep an eye on similar situations in Europe. She informed him about this, something that made him leave his three-month-plus vacation in his relaxing cabin to come and investigate.
The cave before him housed something that shouldn't appear in the current era, only in the future, according to the information he had from the manga—another location and another situation—it was the last step of his plans.
He could feel it even from afar. At the end of the cave, there was a portal, a manifestation of Madame Aisha's Authority.
The [Fairy Corridor]—it was the Authority obtained from the Queen of Tir-na-nOg, Niamh, allowing the Third Campione, Madame Aisha, to open portals to the Netherworld and connect them to past eras. Tir-na-nOg (Land of the Young), though often mistaken for the afterlife, was an island in Irish mythology where fairies lived, a paradise on Earth where hunger, age, and death were unknown.
The Witenagamot calls it [Beyond the Distant Horizon].
Madame Aisha could also open a gate exclusively connected to the mythical realm, a parallel world where mythology is true. Something she probably couldn't do at this time, as it was something explored more after the end of the battle against the [King of the End] in the manga.
Due to its uncontrollable nature, her Authority randomly generates a phenomenon called spatial distortion throughout the multiverse, causing a calamity on a multiversal scale.
This Authority also has several glaring weaknesses that can cause calamity to the world.
The hole will appear randomly throughout the multiverse, regardless of Aisha's command.
If Aisha is killed, existing portals will go berserk, merging various mythological worlds.
The destination is random; Aisha cannot choose where or when she wants to venture.
Even if the destination is set, the arrival time varies. It can be a day faster or a month later than the intended schedule.
Whenever this Authority takes Aisha to a location, it leaves a remnant where the "cave," which is the passage this Authority creates—such was the reason Aisha is called the [Mysterious Queen of Caves]—could reappear under certain conditions.
This Authority was the main culprit for Madame Aisha being considered the most troublesome among the God Slayers.
This is because the Authority itself is not under her control.
When this power activates, it draws all those nearby into the past.
If ordinary people were sucked into this "cave" and fell into the past or other worlds, they would die in the past or spend their entire lives trying to return, but never succeeding.
But for God Slayers, it doesn't matter. Even if they are pulled into the past or other worlds, they can still find a way back.
This is quite similar to the unalterable status of a Campione.
The state of a Campione is permanent. Even if their body, soul, and mind are reverted to a state prior to ascension.
With enough time and magical energy, they can break free from the seal and regain their position and power as a Campione.
The most troublesome thing about [Fairy Corridor] is time.
For example, you may have spent half a year in the past, but when you return, three to five years may have passed, creating a strange phenomenon.
For Adam, he wasn't worried about venturing into other worlds and eras on a whim.
It was just the time that made things complicated.
If he returned from a trip to this era and discovered that the [King of the End] had already awakened, then he could simply dig a nice grave and lie down peacefully. Even having grown stronger and killed almost all the Campiones of his era, he still didn't have full confidence in defeating him.
His eyes fixed on the cave, silently assessing the risks.
"This Authority is really a fairy trick."
His tone carried a hint of irony and resignation. This was the true nature of this Authority—a subtle trap of fate, a treacherous game played by invisible hands.
Even kings and gods could be fooled by these mischievous creatures.
His gaze became more focused and serious. In the original story, after the battle against the [King of the End], with Godou's victory, years had passed. However, Aisha's power—the [Fairy Corridor]—was about to unleash a disaster of unimaginable proportions, with the potential to affect the multiverse itself.
To prevent this impending calamity, the God of Absolute Destiny, Zurvan, devised a plan.
He traveled to a parallel universe in search of help, and there he found the [King of the End] of that universe—the Persian Sun God, Mithras.
Together, Mithras and Zurvan tried to eliminate Aisha, relying on the help of Verethragna. However, the intervention of Kusanagi Godou changed the course of this battle.
The result was devastating: Mithras succumbed to the [Divine Sword of Salvation], which drained his life energy, Verethragna killed Zurvan, and Godou ended up being transported to a universe that wasn't his own.
In that universe, the existence of God Slayers was a rarity. This was due to the fact that when a God Slayer emerged, Mithras acted relentlessly, eliminating them without mercy. The [King of the End] exterminated any God Slayer upon their emergence, in addition to hunting even Heretic Gods, in order to prevent the birth of Pandora's children.
He was, in fact, extremely dedicated to his purpose, unlike the [King of the End] of Adam's universe, who did not demonstrate the same zeal.
Kusanagi Godou settled in this new world, founding the magical organization [Campione] and adopting the identity of Caesar Blandelli. Eventually, he delegated his responsibilities to his son, moving to the former Temple of Zurvan, where he resided to preserve order.
These events took place in [Campione Ex].
Further on, the future of this world would be marked by the events of [Shiniki no Campione].
In this scenario, several [Spatial Distortions] began to appear, connecting different universes—including mythological ones, across the vast Multiverse.
These Distortions created passages between alternate worlds, where different mythologies coexisted. There were worlds where [Greek Mythology was Real], others where [Norse Gods existed], and even places where, curiously, [Zeus never defeated Cronos in the Titanomachy].
These worlds, with their infinite possibilities, were connected by these [Spatial Distortions].
Should someone enter these mythological worlds, history could be rewritten. And depending on the nature of these changes, the [Spatial Distortions] themselves could become a threat capable of causing the end of the world itself. Significant changes in the mythological world could reverberate and impact other realities.
This world, in particular, told the story of a young man who would make a pact with a Goddess of Love. Later, he would end up killing the Goddess of Vengeance, becoming a God Slayer, and would follow his journey to these mythological worlds, aiming to save his own universe.
In the end, there was no point in thinking too much about it. Adam let out a sigh and took a few more calm steps toward the cave, feeling a strange pressure in the air around him. He stopped at the cave entrance, observing the stone walls that emitted a faint glow. When he stepped inside the cave, something changed...
Before he could take the next step, an overwhelming force of attraction enveloped him. The ground beneath his feet seemed to give way, and he couldn't help but be pulled toward the back of the cave, as if by a relentless tide. Gravity seemed distorted, and his muscles tensed in a futile attempt to resist, but the force was inevitable. He was sucked in, at a speed impossible to control.
The last thing he managed to perceive before being completely enveloped by darkness was a light, a black hole that took him through a radiant nebula formed by countless small lights, gathering into a semi-spherical shape, floating in the void before him. The diameter of this luminous form was immense, about ten meters of pure condensed energy.
Then, everything around him dissolved into a whirlwind of colors and sensations, and emptiness took over his mind.
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London, 19th Century.
The streets of London were covered in a thin layer of fog that crept along the sidewalks as if the city itself were shrouded in a mysterious veil. The sound of horse-drawn carriages, with wooden wheels hitting the stone pavement, echoed through the streets. The streets were narrow, bordered by tall, narrow buildings with red-brick and dark-toned facades, marked by the passage of time. The windows were small and often adorned with heavy curtains, offering only a subtle glimpse of the interiors of the houses, where residents hid from the prying eyes of the streets.
The markets were always crowded, with vendors offering their wares on stalls along the streets. The smell of fresh fruit, freshly baked bread, and salted meats mingled with the smoke from the chimneys that billowed from every house. The air was heavy with smoke from the factories, which, with their enormous chimneys, spewed clouds of soot that spread across the gray sky, creating an oppressive, almost melancholic atmosphere. The city seemed to live at a frenetic pace, yet at the same time decadent, as if it were being shaped by a new industrial power but still tied to a noble and imposing past.
The sound of carriages and the hooves of horses on the gravel was punctuated by shouts from street vendors, newspaper cries, and the noise of the crowds. Life on the streets of London seemed chaotic, yet there was still a hidden order that governed the city's movement. Well-dressed men in dark wool suits and top hats hurried across the streets, while elegantly dressed women in long dresses and tight corsets walked slowly, often accompanied by servants or with an umbrella in hand.
The city's emblematic buildings were under construction, announcing London's growing power as the economic and political center of the world. Big Ben, already under construction, began to rise above the city, and the iron bridges that crossed the Thames became symbols of a modern London that at the same time still maintained its medieval essence. The Thames snaked through the city, reflecting the lights of the gas lamps that illuminated the streets, creating a landscape of contrasts between old and new.
In a London restaurant.
A girl sitting at the counter table was receiving strange looks.
"My wallet is gone?!"
"But I had brought it..."
The girl was so engrossed in her search that she didn't seem to notice the curious glances of the people around her. She moved frantically, turning left and right, rummaging through her clothes in hopes of finding the lost object. After searching all her garments, she finally realized the sad truth: her wallet was gone!
"Think! Think! Think, Aisha, think! Where did you lose your wallet during the trip? Ahhhh, even if I remember where I lost it, I can't go back!"
The young woman's expression was one of pure anguish, her fingers brushing her lips as she let out moans of despair. Her attitude was so uncontrolled that it seemed she would burst into tears at any moment.
The reason people were watching her, besides her eccentric behavior, was mainly her appearance. The young woman with bright brown skin and a vibrant face, with black hair that shimmered in the daylight, was undoubtedly an unusual figure. Earlier, those who saw her enter the restaurant saw her walk down the street with an arrogant, almost defiant posture, swaying her hips and displaying her generous bust. But what caught their attention even more was the strangeness of her clothes: nothing like the modern attire of that time.
Her garments, made of real animal leather, were medieval in style, but most striking was their tattered appearance. Bloodstains were scattered all over her clothes, and the smell of fresh blood emanated from her skin as if she had just survived a fierce battle. Even so, she remained lively, skipping through the streets with an almost uncontrollable energy, as if nothing could shake her.
The people around her looked apprehensive, some offering help, others secretly calling the police. The sight of a young woman so stained with blood, with obvious signs of injury, led anyone to question whether she was the victim or the perpetrator of some violent act. Either way, it was safer to call the police.
Inside the restaurant where the girl was, the owner was completely desolate. He looked at the empty plates and the almost depleted food stocks with a mixture of anger and sadness. Despite the young woman's beauty, which surpassed that of any actress, he soon realized she had no money.
"Our restaurant is small; we can't afford this! If she doesn't pay, we'll run out of stock to replenish," he thought, his hand on his forehead. The situation was difficult, and he didn't know what to do.
However, he was afraid to reprimand the bloodstained young woman. When she entered, it seemed like the blood covering her clothes was fake, but now, with the pungent smell of real blood, the owner felt a tightness in his chest.
If any other customer had done this, he would have already acted sternly, but the young woman in question seemed so uncontrollable that he hesitated.
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, boss! I lost my wallet! But don't worry, I'll pay. Please wait two days; I'll work and raise money to pay the bill!"
The girl, with a remorseful look, clasped her hands and lowered her head in apology. The sincerity in her voice seemed genuine, but the situation was so unusual that the restaurant owner didn't know what to think.
This girl was, in fact, the Third Campione, Madame Aisha, who was trapped in the 19th century due to her troublesome Authority that controlled time and parallel universes. Her ability, though powerful, had no combat power, but the mere fact that she could go back in time was already impressive. The problem was that Aisha had no control over her own Authority.
Her ability activated on its own, causing her to jump between different eras and worlds without warning. Even if the destination was set, arrival and departure were always unpredictable, and she often found herself lost in different historical periods.
Although the rumors about her reclusion were false, fueled by those who didn't understand her power, Aisha spent most of her time in other eras, disappearing for long periods.
At this moment, after an arduous journey through time that took her to the time of Christ, she found herself back in London in the 19th century. Time travel had left her exhausted and hungry, unable to eat for days. Since the food from the past was not to her liking, she entered a random restaurant in an attempt to alleviate her hunger, but her wallet was lost.
Unlike the other Campiones, who exercised their privileges of power with full awareness of their authority, Aisha was always the least aware of the impact of these privileges. For her, honor and responsibility were not tied to her ability to dominate or control, but to her ability to act with kindness, even in the face of the most challenging situations. She didn't run from her problems or delegate them to others, but felt the need to solve them in the most direct way possible.
With a look of determination, she thought about how she could resolve the situation—a temporary job would be the solution. She didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially in a world so different from her own. But her simple idea was met in an unexpected way.
The restaurant owner, with growing anger, didn't believe the young woman's excuses. Aisha's apology and her proposal to work to pay for the meal seemed like a joke to him. His face twisted in disbelief, and without further hesitation, he was about to call the police.
Aisha, desperate, pleaded with her hands clasped, "Ahhhh, boss, don't call the police, please! I will work hard and pay!"
Her plea seemed sincere, and the owner hesitated for a moment, but then something inexplicable happened. His expression hardened, and soon he seemed to be in a panic. Around him, the crowd began to murmur, the energy of the scene changing strangely. Everyone's eyes fixed on Aisha, and in a matter of seconds, the atmosphere transformed completely.
"Queen, my queen, I will pay for you!"
"My Queen, ahhh! How dare this person ask you for money! My companions, let's teach him a lesson!"
"My Queen, oh, how you are as beautiful as a goddess of Greek mythology, please look at me! I will make my whole family your servants!"
"No, no! How could I dare ask the Queen for money! I have sinned, Queen! I am willing to dedicate my whole life to you to redeem myself!"
The frantic cries of the onlookers, almost like devoted followers, filled the air. Aisha was stunned, her mind racing as she wondered how everything had become so chaotic. Her Authority, the power granted to her by the goddess Ishtar, had activated again—and this time, the consequences were not long in coming.
"Ahhhh, no, how did it get like this?!" Aisha exclaimed in despair, rubbing her head with her hands as if she could simply erase the situation.
The divine power she possessed, the Authority of [Charm or Curse], forced her to unleash an irresistible effect on everyone around her. Her words and actions became a magical magnetism that enchanted those who were near, making them fanatical followers, ready to sacrifice themselves for her. However, this power was not something she wished to use. She hated the fact that whenever it activated, people became obsessive, almost like zombies, blindly adoring her—despite the power of charm, this authority had no effect on God Slayers or Heretic Gods.
Thinking about it, Aisha couldn't help but feel the bitterness of her fate. She didn't want to be worshipped in this way, not when all she wanted was to live her own adventures, away from the gazes of devotion and fanaticism.
As the situation deteriorated around her, with the cries of adoration and the eager gazes of everyone, a male voice cut through the chaos. Magic words that changed everything could be heard.
"Cursed gold whose touch brought ruin, whose excessive greed was a lesson. Turn all this land into gold..."
A palpable sense of tension filled the air, and a strange, golden energy began to accumulate around them.
With a simple snap of his fingers, a young man who had entered the restaurant needed nothing more. Power poured from his body, flowing outward with devastating speed. The touch of his hand instantly transformed the elements it touched—air, earth, concrete, and even the bodies of the people around him. In a split second, the city of London began to change before their eyes. Gold took over everything. The people, who moments before were frantically bustling around Aisha, were now immobile statues of solid gold.
The body of each individual, from nearest to farthest, was corrupted and transformed. Every strand of hair, every pore, every muscle turned to pure gold. The transformation was immediate and irreversible—not even a sigh remained among those touched by the curse. The streets, buildings, shops, and carriages were swallowed by the change, and the entire city of London, once vibrant with life, was now covered in gold, like a vast, monumental sculpture that spoke of absolute power.
The crowd that once clamored for Aisha, with eager and devoted eyes, was now petrified in their adoration. Every gesture, every word, now frozen in golden form, like an eternal relic of the mistake made in trying to subdue what they didn't understand. London, with its alleyways, bridges, and buildings, now slowly sank into gold, as if the city itself were a monument to greed and the insatiable desire for power.
Even the sky, once a soft blue, now seemed to reflect an oppressive golden light. The sun, as if also a victim of the transformation, could no longer distinguish between reality and gold. Golden rays tinged the horizon with a warm, almost funereal glow, as if the entire planet were succumbing to the curse Adam had unleashed with a simple touch.
Aisha, still surrounded by the frantic commotion she hadn't asked for, looked around, perplexed.
It was then that she noticed a presence. Her eyes, initially wandering over the scene, finally focused on a figure walking calmly towards her.
She felt something instantly.
It was as if, somehow, he was more than just a man.
He wasn't human, not in the sense she knew. His fixed gaze as he approached caused an unexpected shiver. Each step he took seemed to carry an invisible force, something she couldn't comprehend, but which made her own energy vibrate in response.
He approached, his deep, vibrant blue eyes and serene posture contrasting with the chaos around him. The contrast between the golden devastation and his calmness seemed so... disconcerting. But what caught Aisha's attention the most, what made her heart race unexpectedly, was his appearance.
He was inhuman in his beauty, more perfect than any person she had ever seen. Each line of his face seemed sculpted by a master, his eyes shining with an almost supernatural intensity. There was nothing ordinary about him. The way his presence dominated the environment, without needing to make any effort, caused a feeling of being in front of something that transcended human understanding.
Aisha felt her cheeks flush slightly, something she rarely experienced. The heat rising in her face seemed to be a reflection of her own inner confusion.
This young man was obviously Adam Victory, the Sixth Campione who had entered the magical portal in Madagascar and stopped in this era.
But how many years ago was that? He didn't even know for sure, only that he spent a long time navigating this era while searching for Aisha and training every day. When he was about to give up because he had found a way to go back, he found his target in this place.
Adam watched Aisha intently as she tried to hide.
She possessed a rare beauty, one that increased as you looked closer. Like many Indian women, her charm was unique.
From what he remembered of her story, Aisha hadn't come from an easy life. She had grown up in northern India during the difficult years of British colonization. Her lower-caste family had never known a life of privilege. At the age of seven, she was taken to work as a servant for an English gentleman who owned a diamond mine. During this time, she became close to the gentleman's daughter, who treated her with genuine friendship, a rarity for someone of her position. When the gentleman's family had to return to England, Aisha, being the close friend of the daughter, was persuaded to travel with them.
However, upon arriving in England, the prejudice and discrimination she faced due to her ethnicity and social status were a harsh reality.
At seventeen, Aisha's life took an unexpected turn. The gentleman and his daughter passed away, and the young woman received the entire inheritance of the friend she loved so much. Using this fortune, Aisha traveled to Greece, where the ruins of Troy were being unearthed, and it was there that her journey intertwined with the fate of the gods. It was during this period that she met the Heretic Goddess Persephone, and, by force of destiny, became a Campione.
There were rumors that Aisha had enough power to make even the most feared Campiones, like Voban and Luo Hao, flee before her Authorities, which were considered troublesome.
And now, before Adam, when she noticed him walking towards her, Aisha panicked. She didn't hesitate to take a step back, fear etched on her face. The panic wasn't the result of an impending battle but rather the mere presence of a being that, for her, represented a threat, even more so considering the state of the city due to the curse of the Midas Touch.
Aisha's reaction was almost instinctive, like that of a woman who finds a cockroach in her house and, with a muffled scream, quickly retreats to a safe corner.
"D-Demon King, I don't want to fight... If I invaded your territory, I'm sorry, I really don't like fighting, and I don't even know how to fight. I have to kill gods out of helplessness. They were always chasing me to kill me with scary looks! I was forced to fight back!!"
Aisha stammered, the sadness in her voice becoming clear, but still, there was something sincere in her words. Adam could feel the truth in her heart. She had no desire to fight, no hunger like many other God Slayers. There was no ambition in her words, only the need to defend herself, to survive.
Unfortunately for her, Adam wasn't here to empathize with his target. He was looking to kill her even if he had to destroy everything.
"I understand your panic, Madame Aisha. But unfortunately, it's not a matter of territory or anything as futile as that. My name is Adam Victory. I think you need to know my name because I'm going to kill you now..." Adam said with a slight smile on his lips.
Aisha felt her heart race, the feeling of panic taking over her body, as if a dark shadow were rapidly approaching. She froze, eyes wide, unable to comprehend what he had just said.
"What?" The word escaped her lips as a whisper, as if she was having difficulty understanding. "Wh-why, Mr. Adam?"
Adam didn't answer, his vibrant blue eyes looking coldly at her. There was no reason to kill her; he just had to do it for his plans to be completed. Later, Madame Aisha would become a Multiversal-level calamity, but he wasn't doing this as a good deed. He wanted her Authorities...
Although Madame Aisha was troublesome with her Authorities, she had almost no combat power as strong as Voban and Luo Hao, so he was confident he could kill her. The only thing that bothered him a little was her mastery over the [Force of Correction], which was a mysterious force that manifests when something tries to change the course of history. This force could be controlled by certain beings, like Madame Aisha, who could use it to become untouchable, an effect similar to attacks not even existing. It was said that this ability was capable of reducing to nothing phenomena that were happening and even things that had already happened, ensuring Aisha's existence was preserved.
This force is still something without much explanation. The character he remembers having the most knowledge about this from the manga is Plutarch, an Immortal who is neither god, human, nor Campione. But one point about this power is that it's not absolute. If too many changes occur, a new parallel universe will be created.
Aisha's Authorities were also troublesome, but he had prepared himself to face her and kill her quickly.
His lack of response seemed to make the girl even more nervous. Adam didn't want to waste any more time. He activated [Black Lightning] and his movement technique, [Shundo], to move while activating the [God Slayer's Divine Power], which didn't need an incantation to activate since it depended on the Susanoo Blade being inside his arm.
With a movement that distorted space itself, Adam shot towards Madame Aisha at a speed she barely registered. His presence vanished the instant he moved, a line of light forming where his body had been, causing everything around it to momentarily disintegrate due to the speed.
Before Aisha could react, Adam struck her body with a devastating blow with his right fist, reinforced by magic and his Authority.
The force of his attack was so great that he launched her through the entire restaurant, knocking over tables and shards of gold along the way, and continuing into the center of London. The impact was so violent that the surrounding city seemed to bow before his presence, the air vibrating from the pressure of the blow.
Madame Aisha was crushed by the violence of the attack, her body almost broken to pieces, her clothes torn, and blood spreading across the golden floor. She was thrown across the city, crashing into a distant building with a boom before falling to the ground, her body completely destroyed. Her vision was distorted, the pain almost making her pass out, but the strength of her recovery was incredible.
Despite the severity of her injuries, Aisha, with a desperate effort, began to get up. Panic seized her face as she dragged herself across the floor, her trembling hands trying to support herself. Even with her unbearable pain, her body began to heal, the wounds closing, the broken bones reconstituting with rapid speed.
Adam thought for a moment that it would be Aisha's Authority, [Live or Die], which she had usurped from Persephone, but it turned out that this was the healing speed of a normal Campione, since she couldn't use this Authority to heal herself or other Campiones. One of the basic enhancements of a God Slayer. He quickly activated his [Balor's Evil Eye] and invoked his [Ame no Murakamo Tsurugi], making it absorb his Authority to give rise to the power that after several years he decided to call [One Strike, One Kill].
He quickly advanced towards Madame Aisha.
Madame Aisha, still trembling and trying to recover after the previous blow, barely had time to react. Her body was still healing, but panic seized her senses. Before Adam's blade could reach her, the [Force of Correction] protected her. She instantly became untouchable, an invisible barrier of power enveloping her, preventing any attack from touching her, as if the reality around her were bent to protect her.
Adam's sword cut through the space around her, but it didn't touch her. He paused briefly, his eyes observing the protective energy around her with a cold expression. His eyes glowed faintly electric blue as he activated one of Odin's [Heiti] to observe the phenomenon and understand it completely. The nomenclature [Fjǫlnir] simply gave him the ability to understand all phenomena in the world and have all the answers when he set his eyes on it. He could even know the identity of Heretic Gods with a single glance and the workings of even Divine Authorities. One of the Heiti he recently discovered he was able to use. If he had learned to use it much earlier, it would have saved him a lot of effort and time.
It worked almost the same way as a Hime-Miko who could access the [Memories of the Void] through her [Spiritual Vision], but the operation is slightly different. In layman's terms, they access a record of the past, present, and future of everything that occurs in all worlds. This information is stored in the Astral Plane or Boundary between Life and Immortality. This authority created a path to the information bank that they had access to and filtered for the answers and information of everything they saw in the world.
If he were to explain how this higher plane looked to his eyes. A world formed by infinite rooms/dimensions, each being infinite and separated from the other, thus making it impossible for any damage to affect two at the same time. To move between them, it's necessary to use your mind and focus on the desired location. Certain locations can only be accessed by following a correct order of rooms, due to the barriers erected by the Fairy Kings.
Above, or part of this, is the [Realm of Immortality]. Where various information about the Gods of mythology is recorded, and this information will change according to the changes in the myth known by humans in the material world. If someone reached this layer, they wouldn't be able to see the living Gods, but only a bunch of incomprehensible information.
Through this Heiti, he managed to understand the complexity of the [Force of Correction] enough to be able to stop it.
"Movement is the driving force of everything, the smooth flow of rivers. The rising, passing, and setting of the Sun. The unstoppable flow of Time. Movement is what sustains this world, I move the world." Adam murmured one of the incantations of his [Twin Stars] Authority, which he had usurped from Xolotl, the 'star' with the focus on [Motion Control].
The air around them seemed to tremble. Space vibrated as if being distorted. Then, suddenly—
Everything stopped.
The [Force of Correction] that made Madame Aisha untouchable ceased. The flow of divine power that guaranteed her immunity was interrupted, sealed in time and space.
And along with her ability...
She herself also stopped.
Madame Aisha froze in place, her expression still marked by confusion and panic, her lips parted in an attempt to say something. But nothing came out. She couldn't move a muscle. It was as if the very concept of movement had been denied to her.
Adam smiled faintly, satisfied.
"It's nothing personal..." He murmured, calmly approaching her, observing her motionless gaze. "But I need your Authorities..."
The [Motion Control] had been amplified through his other Authority, enough to completely halt the use of this force that was conceptually made to correct history and keep it intact, reducing it to a state of nothingness. It would be more like it was forced to "ignore the existence of Madame Aisha as if she never existed." He basically made it so that Aisha's existence was never in the "motion" of existence, as if she were a character who hadn't even been placed on the pages of a book that never stopped. It was something complex to explain, but by denying Aisha's existence in the universe, she was unable to use the [Force of Correction].
He raised the [Ame no Murakamo Tsurugi] and, in a strike faster than light, decapitated Madame Aisha before she could react. The necklace on her chest glowed a whitish hue, and he was surprised when he felt only one Authority being usurped from the Third Campione. Fortunately, it was precisely the one he wanted.
The [Fairy Corridor].
Thanks to him kind of taking over Madame Aisha's position in relation to her [Fairy Corridor] Authority, he prevented magical portals scattered throughout the Multiverse from collapsing in the future. All of the Third Campione's Authorities, except for this one, had been sacrificed to remove some of the weaknesses of this Authority. He could now choose the exact destination and time of the magical portals he could open. It had also been elevated to the level where he could open portals to other parallel universes and mythological worlds, similar to what Madame Aisha could do after the Campione Civil War in the manga.
He still couldn't travel to the future of the era he was born in. That was an impossible limitation to remove, and currently, it was the only one of his Authority.
Because of this event, he confirmed that his [UsurpationCircle] did indeed have a certain awareness to assist him in matters of his Authorities, unlike his mother's. It was basically his biggest cheat in this world, a copy that had taken a different path from the original item.
A smile played on his lips as he walked towards the exit of London, which began to return to normal as he dispelled the effects of all his Authorities. Aisha's body was swallowed by the shadows. He knew the [Force of Correction] would do the rest.
With Madame Aisha's death, he entered the final stretch of his plans.
He just needed to return to his time using his new Authority, deal with some loose ends like the Heretic Goddess Athena, and then deal with everything related to the [King of the End].
A sigh escaped his lips as he looked towards the sky of this nineteenth century, thinking about everything he had gone through in this world.
His journey had been long. He remembered the first time he faced a Heretic God—Lugh, the luminous one, whose spear cut through fate itself. Then, Balor, whose single eye brought death and destruction. Both fell before him, becoming mere stepping stones for his ascension.
He, who was a mere youth who lived the last years of his life in a hospital bed, had reached the top of the world, reborn after dying in a single moment. He who learned and changed into someone more cruel and decisive, a true tyrant who cared only for benefits, but who maintained laziness in his reign, throwing all responsibilities to his subjects and enjoying the life he always wanted to have.
Seeking worldly pleasures, the pleasures of a fight against [Heretic Gods] and even with women, he became something totally different from his past life.
The Campiones had also been targets of his ambition. He killed them not only for the insatiable desire for power to never be powerless again as in his past life but also to weaken the [King of the End], in case his plan failed and the ascension of that entity became inevitable. He couldn't allow this cycle to repeat itself. For that, he had to dirty his own hands more than any other Demon King before him.
Each sacrifice was a necessary step.
Then, his thoughts turned to Luo Hao, the only Campione who still existed besides him. There was no denying that he had to kill her. He was going to do it that day he fought her, but something in that battle sparked his hesitation, and in the end, he didn't do it. And now she was one of his women; he couldn't simply kill her in cold blood. He wasn't that cruel. Fortunately, he now possessed the [Fairy Corridor] and could send her to another parallel universe if the ascension of the [King of the End] was inevitable.
With a final glance at the transformed London, a city now a testament to his power, Adam stepped into the shadows, the [Fairy Corridor] activating around him. A swirling vortex of light enveloped his form, pulling him away from this era, towards his own time, where the final act of his grand plan awaited. He had reshaped history, rewritten destinies, and now, the future itself lay within his grasp.