This chapter contains explicit content, be warned!!
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The battlefield was still trembling from the aftermath of the divine clash. Wind howled like the cries of fallen deities, and arcs of lightning danced across the sky.
Hovering midair above the shattered earth, Akiyama Ren narrowed his eyes at the crumbling forms of Veleslana and Mekal, the two Heretic Gods he had just overwhelmed.
"Enough talk," Ren muttered coldly. He extended his palm, and the void behind him began to ripple like disturbed water.
Innate Technique: Alpha-Omega Codex – Gluttonous King Beelzebub activated.
A swirling abyss tore open, its suction unfathomably strong. A gale surged out of nothingness, pulling at everything in the immediate area like a cosmic predator awakened.
"Come in. All of you."
The devouring force was instantaneous.
"What… what is this?! Impossible!" Mekal roared in disbelief as his titanic form was dragged toward the void, helpless against the overwhelming pull.
"Hahaha!" Veleslana laughed wildly, even as his divine body was being unraveled. "At last… I know the taste of defeat. Human—inherit my Authority, and remember: I will return."
In the next moment, both Heretic Gods were consumed by the Gluttonous King's Imaginary Space, their spiritual essence beginning to unravel as they were absorbed and digested.
Simultaneously, Ren's Raphael, Lord of Wisdom flared into motion, beginning the process of analyzing the divine constructs and powers embedded within them.
And then—Ren felt it.
A tug. A force that grasped not his body, but his very soul.
A mysterious pull from the void—Netherworld, the underworld domain of myth where divine essences and Godslayers were eternally entwined.
Instead of resisting, Ren smirked.
He didn't run from the unknown. He hunted it.
Tracing the source of the pull, he tore open the fabric of space with both hands. With a single step, he entered Netherworld—with his physical body intact.
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A burst of divine wind announced his arrival.
Inside the spectral dimension, an ancient, beautiful woman with childlike features turned her head. Pandora, the chaotic mother of all Godslayers, floated midair, her deep amethyst eyes wide with surprise.
How… how is he physically here? she thought. Even before slaying a god, the power in his body… it rivals the Void itself. Is he still human? No… something else. Something… older?
Pandora's thoughts spiraled, her composed expression beginning to crack. Never had she seen someone step into Netherworld uninvited. Never had a soul come physically.
Yet the boy before her stood firm—calm, confident, and completely unfazed.
"You're Pandora, right?" Ren asked casually, walking toward her like a storm wearing human skin. "Let's start the ritual."
Pandora pouted childishly, masking her unease with theatrical annoyance. "Tsk. You're quite rude for a Godslayer candidate! You're supposed to call me Mommy. Once I grant you your ritual, I become your divine mother. Show some respect, boy."
Ren stopped a breath away from her, tilting his head as his eyes glinted with mischief.
"Mommy, huh?"
In a flash, he grabbed her by the chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. "You sure you want me to call you that?"
Pandora flinched at his touch—his presence was suffocating. Despite her status, she felt like a rabbit staring down a panther. Still, she stood her ground, forcing herself to meet his eyes.
Ren's eyes locked onto Pandora's, his grip on her chin tightening. The mischief in his gaze transformed into a predatory hunger, a promise of what was to come. He could sense her fear, her unease, and it only fueled his desire.
His free hand trailed down her body, his fingers brushing against her chest, teasing her nipples through her thin garment. Pandora sucked in a sharp breath, her chest heaving.
With a sudden force, Ren pressed her against an invisible wall, the cold surface biting into her back. His hand found its way under her skirt, his fingers searching for her entrance.
Pandora's eyes widened, her heart racing. The dominance in Ren's actions was overwhelming, but it also stirred something deep within her. A burning desire, a need she never knew she had.
Ren's fingers slipped between her folds, the sudden intrusion causing her to gasp. She clenched her eyes shut, her body tensing in anticipation.
He found her core, slick and ready. He rubbed her in slow, deliberate circles, watching her reactions. Her breath hitched, her head tossing back as he applied pressure to her most sensitive spots.
Pandora's body trembled, her nails digging into the wall as she tried to maintain her composure. Her mind raced, the combination of fear and lust consuming her.
Ren pulled away, his eyes never leaving hers. He unfastened his pants, his erection springing free. He positioned himself between her legs, her eyes widening at the sight of his size.
He pushed her skirt up, revealing her bare, virgin entrance. Pandora's eyes filled with panic, her body trembling in anticipation. Ren's gaze was unyielding, his hand guiding his length to her opening.
In a swift, brutal motion, he thrust inside her, the sudden penetration stealing her breath. Pain pierced through her, a sharp reminder of her inexperience.
But Ren showed no mercy. He began to move, his thrusts deep and demanding. Pandora cried out, her body bucking against each forceful impact. Her innocence, so pure and delicate, was being claimed with a roughness she couldn't have imagined.
Her screams of both pain and pleasure echoed through the room, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body adjusted to the invasion. Ren's grip on her chin never faltered, his eyes never leaving hers, a dominating presence that left her breathless.
He pulled out, only to slam back into her with a force that left her gasping. The rhythm of their coupling increased, the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Pandora's body responded, her clenching around Ren with each thrust, her moans growing louder.
Ren's hand found its way to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation drove her wild, her eyes glazing over with a haze of pleasure and pain.
Sweat dripped down their bodies, their movements becoming more frantic. Ren's hips moved in perfect synchronization with her body, his eyes locked on hers, a feral intensity in his gaze.
The moment of release arrived, a powerful climax that left them both shuddering and gasping. Ren's final thrust was brutal and forceful, his seed filling her in a primal claim.
Several hours had passed. Pandora, the whimsical goddess who once wielded control over the birth of Godslayers, now sat slouched to one side, her expression a mixture of awe, confusion, and a trace of something deeper.
As they sat together, Ren's breath ragged, he whispered into her ear.
"You're mine now, Mommy. Do you understand?"
Pandora lay there, her body spent, her mind reeling from the intense, rough, and utterly dominating experience.
"…Fine. You may be strong, but I'm still your Mommy now. You'd better act accordingly."
Ren chuckled darkly.
He'd died once. Left behind a past life shackled by rules and morals. But now? He lived by his own code. Power, freedom, and chaos flowed in his veins.
"Then, Mommy… don't keep your son waiting."
Pandora huffed in frustration, cheeks red with embarrassment and something close to admiration. She turned away, gathering divine energy with a wave of her hand.
A massive Usurpation Circle materialized before them—an intricate disk resembling an ancient shield, with a draconic totem at its center and eight divine swords engraved around its circumference.
"Now," she muttered, "receive your baptism. Let the Dark Christmas Sacrifice begin."
The ritual flared to life.
Ren's body shuddered as an immense amount of divine energy surged into him. It wasn't pain—it was rebirth.
He closed his eyes as Raphael, Lord of Wisdom began analyzing the ritual in real time. Layer after layer of divine essence wrapped around his soul, reforging his mortal frame into something far more powerful.
Time passed slowly, each second stretching out as his body evolved.
His transformation was not merely physical; it was metaphysical. The first innate abilities to awaken were 「Thousand Languages」—granting him fluency in all tongues—and 「Night Vision」—allowing him to see through even the deepest darkness. Then came the true evolution of his physique. His bones grew denser, harder than any known alloy. His muscle fibers became hyper-elastic and nearly impossible to tear. Pain dulled, bleeding stopped instantly, and adrenaline was rendered obsolete by his sheer biological perfection.
His energy reserves ballooned to hundreds of times the capacity of an average high-grade mage. Wide-range spells would collapse against the fortress of his aura, and direct magic bounced off him like pebbles thrown at a mountain—unless introduced by specialized means such as potions or… more intimate routes.In combat, his body would shift into an optimal state, as if guided by an invisible law of survival.
These were only the basics.
The true power lay in the Authorities—the divine gifts from the slain gods.
From Veleslana, he inherited the Ten Incarnations of the Eastern God of War, each a form of divine might—from storm-wielding avatars to radiant destruction.
From Mekal, he absorbed the Lord of the Sky, granting him dominion over air, lightning, seasons, and celestial phenomena.
The ritual reached its zenith.
Just as Pandora prepared to retract the Usurpation Circle, Ren moved again.
"No need to waste such a useful artifact."
With a casual swipe of his hand, he devoured the Usurpation Circle itself, feeding it into the void of the Gluttonous King Beelzebub, letting his core analyze and integrate its structure.
Pandora's eyes widened in horror. "What are you doing?! You can't just swallow that! That Circle governs the cycle of Godslayer births! Without it, the covenant will shatter, and even the Goddess of Destiny may unravel!"
Ren gave a nonchalant wave. "Relax. I'm just borrowing it—for analysis. I'll return it shortly."
"Y-You promise?" Pandora's voice wavered, unusually vulnerable. "You're not deceiving... Mom?"
Ren offered a faint nod. "Mm."
Seeing his calm expression, Pandora let out a soft sigh and chose to believe him—for now.
Ren, however, wasn't in a hurry to leave the Netherworld. Sitting cross-legged beneath the hovering starlight of the void realm, he drew a deep breath and activated the full analytical might of Raphael, Lord of Wisdom.
The body of a Godslayer was already an apex existence among mortals. But Ren had no intention of remaining within the boundaries of humanity. As he saw it—he was still too... fragile.
With the data absorbed from Veleslana and Mekal, and the cursed energy stolen from countless devoured spirits in the Jujutsu World, the Raphael, Lord of Wisdom initiated a second ritual: the evolution of his lifeform.
This was no simple power-up.
This was a rebirth.
Blinding light enveloped his body, transforming him into an energy cocoon—a divine egg that pulsed with a steady, thunderous heartbeat. Inside, his body was broken down, cell by cell, and reforged anew. Divinity saturated every fiber of his being.
Time blurred.
Then—a crack.
The shell fractured, releasing arcs of pure energy.
From within, Akiyama Ren stepped out.
No longer merely human. No longer just a Godslayer. He was something else. Something higher.
The shattered eggshell dissolved into streams of light, which flowed into his skin like celestial water. He opened and closed his fists, admiring their precision and power.
"Just in time," he muttered with a satisfied smirk. "Evolution complete... before the template vanished."
Then, as though finishing a checklist, he called out, "System—status panel."
[Ding! Request confirmed. Displaying current stats.]
A translucent screen appeared before his eyes, detailing his name, race, attributes, skills, Authorities, and more.
And as he scanned the list, Ren's smile deepened.