New update Schedule.
The old one was not benefitting the story as most people already spent powerstones earlier...
Anyway the deal of 700 powerstones = One chapter is still on till 8 April...
Also this wasn't some sort of artificial chapter inflation attempt i was preparing for an exam on 2 april and i have another on 18 may but till 8 I'm relatively free.
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Vivi blinked, her breath hitching slightly as Leo's lips left hers. A soft, confused "Huh?" escaped her lips, her grip on him loosening just a little.
Leo looked at her, his expression sincere.
"Look, I'm sorry, but as I've said before, I'm not completely the person you love. But you still love me… and I won't reject you. Even if I don't have the memories, there's a deep, unreasoned love for you inside me."
Vivi stared at him, her golden eyes searching his face for something—reassurance, maybe. But before he could continue, she cut him off.
"I know. Don't give me that speech," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "I've made my peace with it. Plus, it's not like you didn't have a harem before. Hell didn't make its demons by itself—you had some kids, and I'm not really jealous about that."
Liar, Leo thought instantly.
She crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks slightly before adding, "I just hate that Earth goddess."
Leo sighed. "Of course you do."
Leo raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-exasperated. "So what's the verdict? Should we do it now?"
Vivi pouted, looking away. "No, forget it. I've lost interest.... I was just being petty."
Leo stared at her, waiting for the but.
Sure enough, she glanced at him again, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "...We'll do it in a different setting. I want to experience courtship first."
Cute, Leo thought, watching Vivi.
"Soooo...?" he said, drawing out the word playfully.
Vivi crossed her arms. "I know you're here to take your familiar with you... though I still don't understand why. You don't need him, but it's okay."
Leo glanced at Ddraig, who was still recovering from being obliterated multiple times. "You make it sound like I pick up strays for fun."
Vivi ignored him. "Tell me, what are you going to do next? Since I'd rather only watch interesting things through your eyes."
Another lie, Leo thought. She wanted to be involved, not just watch.
"Well…" he stretched, cracking his neck. "How about me going on a conquest of the Underworld?"
Vivi blinked at him before sighing dramatically. "You haven't conquered the underworld yet?"
Leo scratched his cheek, feeling a bit awkward under her scrutinizing gaze. "No? Should I have?"
She crossed her arms, looking unimpressed. "I just assumed you'd have done it by now. You have the power, the influence, and let's be honest—the style."
Leo chuckled, shaking his head. "Didn't know I was on a deadline."
Vivi smirked. "Well, hurry up and do something interesting ..... I'd rather not be bored watching through your eyes."
lie… Leo thought, but he didn't call her out on it.
Instead, he grinned. "Alright~"
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Akeno sat cross-legged on the bed, a warm cup of tea in her hands.
Koneko sat across from her, quiet as always, but her gaze was sharper, more intense than before.
The aftermath of her battle with Grayfia had left much to process.
The evaluation of her abilities was still fresh in their minds.
"Your agility is already at ultimate-class," Akeno noted, breaking the silence as she took a slow sip of tea. "Your strength is nearing that level too."
Koneko didn't respond immediately.
She was still adjusting to the sheer difference she felt in herself.
The way her body moved. It was strange.
Unnatural, almost.
"There wasn't much she said on your defense," Akeno continued, watching Koneko closely. "You avoided most of Grayfia's lethal attacks. Your reaction speed was absurd."
Koneko let her eyes drift to her own hands.
It had taken a full day and a half for her to regain control over her Nekoshou traits.
Her tail had stopped flicking at random, her ears now hidden once again.
But her power was still growing.
Faster than before.
It was estimated that, even if her growth slowed down, by the end of the month, she would surpass most ultimate-class beings.
And the scariest part? She wasn't even doing anything to make it happen.
It was as if her existence itself was pushing her to new heights.
"Do they have any idea what caused this sudden change?" Koneko finally asked, her voice as monotone as ever, but Akeno could hear the underlying concern.
"No..." Akeno admitted, frowning slightly. "Today, there's a meeting in Lucifaad....Lord Beelzebub is attending, so we don't have access to the main discussion. We'll probably find out later."
Koneko's ears, twitched at the information.
They were sitting in Koneko's room, joined by Rias.
Rias, in particular, had spent the better part of the earlier conversation trying to reassure Koneko that everything was fine.
That despite the weakening of their bond, it didn't mean she was going berserk or turning rogue.
That it was just a side effect of her gaining power.
But Koneko could tell.
Rias was forcing herself to be optimistic.
There has never been a case like this where the bond weakened without a person going rogue..
Finally, Rias clapped her hands and stood up, breaking the tension. "Okay, okay, enough moping around!" she announced, hands on her hips. "I order you to start having fun now!"
Koneko blinked at her.
Slowly, the corner of her lips twitched into a tiny, almost invisible smile.
But before anyone could react further—
A wave of magic hit them like a crashing tide.
Koneko was the first to move, instincts kicking in instantly.
Without thinking, she positioned herself where she could best protect Rias and Akeno,her eyes turning slitted.
Her heart pounded, her senses sharpened.
The sheer amount of magic made it difficult to breathe.
A moment later, a deafening boom echoed through the air, shaking the ground beneath them.
The entire mansion trembled a little.
Koneko snapped her head toward the window, her slitted pupils dilating at what she saw outside.
The sky above the Underworld was breaking apart.
Golden cracks spread across the heavens, like divine lightning had torn through reality .
Her breathing quickened.
Her vision zoomed in, honing in on the source of the disturbance.
Three figures.
She barely processed the other two.
Her eyes locked onto someone else unconsciously as they were looking at her.
The blue-haired woman turned toward her.
Their gazes met.
Koneko felt an unnatural pressure settle over her chest.
Her body screamed at her, instincts clashing—was it fear? Was it danger?
No.
It was excitement.
That woman saw her.....And Koneko had an unreasonable urge to fight.
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The grand hall of Lucifer Palace was heavy with chatter.
The four satans, no lets just say three since Falbium was fast asleep, Sirzechs, Ajuka, and Serafall sat in their seats of power, but none of them looked particularly pleased to be there.
In fact, their expressions carried a distinct "please kill me now" energy as the assembled devil clan heads argued among themselves.
"The emergence of a new fallen star… Could it be an angel that defected?" one of the old fools pondered aloud.
"It may be a celestial anomaly, something akin to the birth of a new god!" another countered.
Ajuka rubbed his temples, deeply regretting his life choices.
Serafall looked like she wanted to drown herself in ice magic.
Sirzechs, the ever-smiling Maou, was struggling to maintain his usual composure.
Of all the people to confirm this rumor, it just had to be her…
She had waltzed into devil territory, with all the grace of a meteor slamming into the ground.
Ishtar.
It was one thing for the world to realize that the Mesopotamian goddess of love and war was still alive.
It was another thing entirely that she had strolled into the heart of the only Underworld territory on Earth which was relatively safe.
Faced Grayfia, and casually announced:
"I'm just here to observe the World's new favorite fallen star."
She had said it with a smile.
A knowing smile.
That was the reason Sirzechs had called Rias and Sona back home.
It wasn't just because of the unknown figure who had devastated the Olympians—it was also because Ishtar had taken interest in that particular town.
The event itself had already been etched into supernatural history.
The day Mt. Olympus became Mound Olympus.
A single attack.
Unknown magic.
The peak of the mountain flattened as if a god had casually brushed it aside.
The Greek pantheon, who were already not the most beloved faction in the supernatural world, had become a laughingstock overnight.
To be fair, they were already second place on the "Most Hated" list, Right behind devils so no one particularly cared for their losses.
Odin had also been caught in the chaos, but Asgard hadn't become "Assgard," so nobody gave much attention.
Still, the sheer implications of the event had sent shockwaves through every major pantheon.
An unspoken arms race had begun.
Even decentralized factions, like the Hindus—who rarely acted as a united front—had started calling in their strongest members.
Because whoever this new player was, they weren't just powerful.
They had obliterated the defenses of a God-King.
And that meant no one " normal "was safe.
Sirzechs turned to Zakrem Bael to signal that this farce of a meeting was over, they exchanged a brief nod of agreement.
Zakrem stood, preparing to rally the pea-brained clan heads and put an end to this useless discussion.
He himself had little interest in this so-called "fallen star."
It was just another unknown, another anomaly the devils would eventually have to deal with.
But then—
A wave of magic, thick and suffocating, descended upon the palace like an unseen storm.
Zakrem barely had time to register the shift before his legs gave out, forcing him back into his seat as if an invisible force had crushed him.
His fingers dug into the armrests, his entire body trembling under the sheer weight of it.
It felt like the very gravity of the room had increased tenfold.
The other clan heads weren't any better. Some gasped for breath, others clenched their fists, muscles taut from the overwhelming pressure.
But they were leaders of their respective clans—none of them allowed themselves to faint.
Still, their struggle was evident.
Even Falbium, was jolted awake.
His half-lidded eyes snapped open, his expression hardened.
His body reacted on instinct.
His trait—the dragonification which he rarely used—began to manifest, scales creeping along his arms as his instincts screamed danger.
And then—
BOOM.
A resounding explosion echoed from above.
The very walls of the Lucifer Palace shook.
Dust fell from the ceiling. The chandeliers swayed violently.
And in the skies above Lucifaad—
Cracks of golden energy spread like fractured glass across the Underworld's firmament.
Sirzechs was the least affected by the overwhelming pressure, so he stood up to his feet, ready to teleport to the source of the disturbance.
His magic circle flared to life beneath him—
—only to shatter the moment it formed.
Huh…?
For a brief second, Sirzechs simply stared at the flickering remnants of his failed teleportation.
That had never happened before.
Ajuka, who had been slack-jawed for some time, now looked completely baffled.
He raised his hand and attempted to conjure magic, only for nothing to appear.
Nothing—except for the shifting calculations of his Kankara Formula, his most inherent ability.
His breath hitched.
"The way magic is being undone… it's like—" His voice was quiet, almost breathless. "It's like magic itself is refusing all movement."
A ripple of unease passed through the room.
And then—
"Man, I looked hideous back in the day...even with shapehift, I must be affected with some kind of retard disease to keep looking like that."
A voice echoed from behind them, smooth, casual—amused.
The four turned instantly, their instincts screaming as their eyes landed on—
A horned man.
He stood leisurely in front of a massive portrait of Lucifer, his head tilted as he examined it with an air of detached curiosity.
But what sent ice down their spines wasn't his appearance.
It was what he had said.
Wait—" I "?!
All four of them had the same thought at the same time.
The man hummed as he turned toward another portrait—this one of Lilith.
His eyes traced over it thoughtfully.
"I wonder why she fell for me…?" he mused, almost to himself.
Then, without missing a beat, he turned—
His gaze locked onto Zekram Bael.
His lips curved into a smile.
An unfriendly one.
"I hope she's not alive, right?"
Zekram Bael, one of the most powerful and respected figures of the Devil race, looked utterly mortified.
His face had lost all color.
His lips trembled.
For the first time in centuries—
It looked like he was about to cry like a kid.
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