(A/N: Almost forgot to update ngl)
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{3rd Pov}
It was the next day in Rimpleton City.
The atmosphere of the city had returned to normal on the surface, but for certain individuals, the events of the previous day were still lingering heavily in their minds.
Emilia, in particular, was struggling internally.
She kept her emotions hidden from others, acting as she normally would, but deep down she was secretly feeling jealous and deeply confused about her own feelings.
She could not understand why recalling the image of Priscilla kissing Zero caused such a crushing pain in her chest.
Every time the memory surfaced, her heart tightened painfully, and she found herself unable to think clearly.
No matter how much she tried to dismiss it as something trivial, the discomfort refused to go away.
Meanwhile, Aldebaran had not slept properly at all.
His love story had ended before it had even truly begun, and he had spent the entire night thinking about everything that had happened.
He lay awake for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene over and over in his head.
By the time morning arrived, he had come to a reluctant but firm decision.
He would bless the relationship between Subaru and Priscilla.
It was not as though he had never tried to confess his feelings before.
On multiple occasions, he had gathered the courage to do so.
However, every attempt had ended the same way...with him dying and then returning back in time.
After experiencing that repeated cycle more times than he cared to count, he eventually stopped trying altogether.
Over time, he also came to realize something else.
Perhaps he and Priscilla were simply not meant for each other.
No matter how much he wished otherwise, their paths never aligned properly.
Zero, on the other hand, was undeniably a better match for her and that realization, painful as it was, finally allowed him to let go.
Because a blazing sun required fuel to keep burning, and in this case, that fuel just happened to be Zero.
Ahem.
Putting that aside, Aldebaran's loyalty to Priscilla remained completely firm despite everything that had happened.
His feelings might have shifted, but his role had not.
He would continue serving her faithfully as her knight and attendant.
However, he had now resolved that he would seek happiness elsewhere.
If fate was kind to him, he would try to find a wife of his own or perhaps even several wives if luck favored him, outside of his servant-master relationship with Priscilla.
He had finally accepted that whatever he once hoped for with her was never meant to be.
Subaru was fully aware of what had happened with Aldebaran.
He understood the internal struggle the man had gone through, and he was genuinely glad that Aldebaran had managed to come to terms with it rather than letting it consume him.
It reminded Subaru of something from his past life, back when he was Ayan.
There had once been a woman he loved deeply.
However, their social circles were completely different, and the gap between them was something he could never properly bridge, it wasn't money but rather expectations and what he expected from her.
Over time, he realized that staying by her side was only hurting himself.
The relationship was unbalanced, and her feelings toward him felt more like a temporary cover than something genuine.
Rather than allowing himself to be dragged further into something shallow and uncertain, he chose to let her go.
He refused to be hurt in the future by emotions that lacked depth.
That decision had not been easy, but it had been necessary.
Because sometimes, walking away was the only logical choice.
After that, he went on many dates.
However, almost all of them ended the same way.
The women he met often presented a carefully crafted outer persona which was polite, charming, attractive but beneath that surface, their core personalities were completely different.
The more he observed, the more he realized that this pattern was not unique to them.
Most people functioned that way, showing the world what was convenient while hiding who they truly were.
Getting angry about it would have been pointless.
It was simply how society worked.
Because of that, he never allowed himself to form any serious relationships with them.
After going on a few dates and confirming his doubts, he would politely decline and distance himself without creating unnecessary drama.
Unfortunately, that approach earned him an unwanted reputation.
People began calling him a playboy, assuming he was casually discarding women for his own amusement.
The irony was that he had never seriously committed to any of them in the first place.
He just refused to force something he knew would not last.
Then came the moment that changed everything.
While he was buying mutton one day, something inexplicable happened.
He found himself to be Subaru, or perhaps Subaru found himself to be Ayan.
Even now, he could not fully understand which way it truly occurred.
At first, he believed he was simply Ayan carrying Subaru's memories.
That explanation seemed logical and easier to accept.
However, as time passed and his thoughts and instincts blended in ways he could not separate, he began to realize that things were far more complicated.
Eventually, he stopped trying to overanalyze it.
Instead of choosing one identity over the other, he accepted a simpler conclusion that he was both of them at the same time, existing as one person shaped by two lives.
Back to his love life.
He was not blind.
Subaru clearly noticed that Emilia had developed a crush on him.
The signs were obvious to anyone paying attention, and he was more than capable of reading emotions when he chose to.
However, he deliberately chose not to address it directly.
A part of him wanted her to gather the courage and confess on her own rather than being guided or pushed into it.
Subaru was aware that this mindset of his was selfish.
He wanted the women by his side to be strong, not just emotionally attached to him, but capable of standing on their own feet.
He did not want someone who would collapse the moment he was gone or lose direction without his presence.
At the same time, he expected loyalty and refused to tolerate betrayal.
He understood that these expectations were demanding and perhaps unfair.
Even so, he refused to form a relationship with any woman who stopped growing or chose comfort over improvement.
To him, stagnation was unacceptable.
If someone intended to walk beside him, they had to continue becoming stronger in their own right.
Reina was the perfect example of what he meant.
By every otaku standard, she was the ideal wife who was strong, devoted, beautiful, and unwavering.
But beyond that superficial image, she continued to grow stronger.
She did not remain fragile or dependent on him.
She was not someone who would simply break apart because of distance or separation.
By "break," he meant emotional vulnerability to the point of self-destruction.
Of course, he also acknowledged the darker side of that strength.
In another timeline, she had gone insane, even going so far as to start a cult.
He accepted that as well.
It did not change the fact that she had grown powerful in her own way.
Strength, even when flawed, was still strength.
But the most important thing was that she was growing.
She had forgiven Wilhelm a long time ago.
That chapter of resentment and anger had already ended in her heart.
However, forgiveness did not automatically mean reconciliation.
She had clearly stated that she no longer wanted anything to do with him or with the Astrea family as a whole.
Because of that decision, she stopped involving herself in their affairs entirely.
Instead of lingering around unresolved family ties, she chose to devote her focus, loyalty, and love entirely to Zero.
She no longer allowed herself to be dragged back into old wounds.
She simply stopped caring about them.
Was Wilhelm hurt by that? Yes, obviously he was.
Was what she did perfect? No, it wasn't.
But she chose herself over people who had hurt her countless times in the past.
And that decision, whether right or wrong, was hers to make.
No matter how idealistic someone tries to sound, people do not change easily.
Sometimes they claim they have changed, but deep down, they remain the same.
And sometimes, they never change at all.
That does not mean everyone is like that.
People are constantly evolving throughout their lives, shaped by experiences, pain, and growth.
However, at some point, their core personality such as their fundamental nature remains with them until death.
It usually takes something truly significant, something life-altering, to shift that core in a meaningful way.
And such events do not happen often.
Now, because of his aura, Subaru was able to sense and understand the feelings that others held toward him with far greater clarity than before.
Reina's emotions were overwhelming and intense.
What he felt from her was boundless love, deep affection, unwavering adoration, fierce devotion, and an extreme level of desire directed entirely at him.
There was no confusion in her heart that he was the center of her world, and everything she did revolved around him.
Gloria's emotions, while similar in strength, carried a slightly different nuance.
From her, he sensed boundless love, strong affection, longing, deep respect, and a significant amount of desire as well.
The intensity was comparable to Reina's, but the structure of those emotions felt different in nature.
Reina was human, and because he had become the most important existence in her life, she expressed every emotion that a human woman could possibly feel toward the man she loved.
Her attachment carried all the warmth, vulnerability, and possessiveness that came naturally with human affection.
Gloria, however, was a spirit.
While her feelings toward him were just as intense, her perspective was shaped by her spiritual nature.
She cared for him with the same depth of loyalty and attachment, but alongside romantic feelings, there was also something that resembled fraternal closeness and profound reverence.
She respected him deeply while still desiring a more intimate bond with him.
At first, her emotions had changed gradually, evolving little by little.
Subaru assumed that she was simply maturing and allowed her the time to grow before making any firm decisions regarding her feelings.
However, as time passed, he could clearly sense that her emotions were not stabilizing but instead they were deepening.
The longing and desire she felt for him were becoming stronger rather than fading, and that gradual increase made it impossible for him to ignore the direction in which her heart was moving.
Meanwhile, Priscilla who had openly declared her love for him also carried genuine feelings toward him.
However, her emotions were structured differently compared to the others.
Her love was not obsessive in a yandere-like way, nor was it rooted in dependency.
Instead, it was composed of admiration, strong respect, personal desire, and firm determination.
She respected him greatly, desired him openly, and had made up her mind that she would stand beside him as his wife.
At the same time, Priscilla possessed immense self-respect.
That aspect of her personality was unshakable.
If she chose a man, then the outcome was simple either she would marry him, or she would remain unmarried for the rest of her life.
There was no middle ground, no hesitation, and no fallback option.
That was simply who she was.
A blazing sun that lived exactly as she wished.
She would not entertain the idea of loving someone else while her heart was set on him.
Letting go was not part of her nature.
Even if holding onto him caused her difficulties or even led to her own destruction, she would still pursue what she wanted.
Because in the end, that was how she lived which was according to her own will, without compromise.
In her own way, she was just as extreme as the others.
Meanwhile, Echidna's feelings toward him were different from the others in their own way.
What he sensed from her was genuine love and sincere fondness.
There was no deception in those emotions, no artificial layer masking something darker beneath.
At least, not anymore.
However, even if her feelings were real, Subaru could not simply ignore the pain he had experienced because of her in the past.
The memories of betrayal, manipulation, and emotional damage were not things that could be erased just because she now claimed affection.
Those experiences had shaped him, and they were not insignificant.
He had already forgiven her internally.
In his own mind, he had let go of resentment.
But that did not mean she was entitled to hear those words from him.
Forgiveness, especially when spoken aloud, was something that had to be earned.
If she wanted that acknowledgment, she would have to prove herself through actions rather than relying on feelings alone.
Then there were the other women's emotions such as Emilia, in particular.
From her, he sensed love, affection, admiration, and a deep craving for closeness.
However, mixed within those emotions was something that unsettled him slightly.
Alongside romantic feelings, there was also a desire for a kind of fraternal love, an emotional dependency that blurred the line between admiration, comfort, and romantic attachment.
It honestly weirded Subaru out a little.
That was part of the reason he had chosen to remain silent about her feelings.
It was not just about wanting her to become stronger and braver on her own.
It was also because he wanted clarity both from her and from himself.
He did not want to encourage emotions that were not fully understood.
Letting out a slow sigh, Subaru decided to stop thinking about the complicated feelings of the women around him for the time being.
Overanalyzing it would only waste his focus.
Right now, he had something far more immediate to deal with.
The Marquis Harris of Rimpleton City.
…
Subaru teleported calmly to the site where the slaves were held captive.
Reina stood right beside him, while his six spirits remained concealed within his spiritual space, ready for whatever might come next.
As they peered inside, the scene that unfolded before them was utterly gruesome and horrifying.
Numerous demi-humans and human females were shackled in heavy chains, crammed into tiny, filthy cages that barely allowed them room to move.
The air reeked of decay and despair, with foul-smelling food trays shoved into the corners—spoiled scraps that no one would feed to animals, let alone people.
It was clear beyond any doubt that these individuals were not treated as humans at all; they were nothing more than merchandise, objects to be bought, sold, and abused without mercy.
And if that wasn't the absolute worst of it, right there in the midst of the horror, a burly man was in the act of raping an eleven-year-old demi-human boy and yes, a boy, not a girl, his small frame twisted in agony as the assault continued.
A wave of extreme disgust flashed across Subaru's eyes, his face hardening into a mask of cold fury.
Without a second thought, he ended the man's life in an instant, his body crumpling lifeless to the ground.
But that quick death was not the end of it for him; Subaru had far more elaborate plans in store, not only for this vile perpetrator but for every single person involved in this nightmare of exploitation and cruelty.
"Reina, Gloria please kill the rest of them," Subaru said without even the slightest hesitation in his voice.
The command was given calmly.
Gloria immediately manifested outside, appearing beside Reina, who was already standing with her weapon in hand.
Neither of them questioned the order.
They stepped forward together and entered the compound.
Within seconds, the sound of chaos erupted from inside.
Screams filled the air, some sharp and short, others long and drawn out.
The cries of people being burned alive mixed with the sickening sound of flesh being sliced apart.
The smell of blood and scorched bodies quickly spread throughout the area.
Subaru did not rush.
He walked forward at a steady pace and calmly entered the building after them, stepping over debris and fallen bodies without any visible reaction.
Inside, he saw rows of cages.
Demi-humans, both male and female were locked behind rusted bars.
Among them were several human women as well, their expressions twisted in various ways.
Some of the captives stared at the massacre unfolding before them with wide, terrified eyes, unsure of what was happening or whether they would survive it.
Others, however, were grinning and some were even laughing hysterically.
Their tormentors were being slaughtered right in front of them, and the joy of seeing their oppressors die was evident on their faces.
The sight was brutal, but it was also understandable.
Even so, Subaru narrowed his eyes slightly.
It still wasn't enough.
He raised a hand and rubbed his temples slowly, as if trying to suppress an oncoming headache.
The anger beneath his calm exterior had not faded.
Not yet.
He did not want to cross that particular line.
Killing them and sending them to God was already more than enough punishment by normal standards.
A clean death, no matter how brutal the method appeared, was still a quick end.
However, a part of him quietly questioned whether they truly deserved something that simple.
Did he really want them to die so easily?
As always, another part of him reminded him that it was not his job to personally punish every sinner for every crime they had committed.
The world had its own systems.
Fate had its own balance.
But then he remembered his past world.
He remembered how criminals often walked free.
Or when they were caught, they were given light sentences or painless deaths.
They never truly experienced the fear, torture, pain, and suffering they had inflicted on others.
Justice had always felt incomplete.
That thought stirred something darker inside him.
After a brief moment of internal debate, he made a small change to his plan.
Without hesitation, he activated the Authority of Gluttony.
An unseen force spread through the area, devouring the souls of every wicked man present.
Their spiritual essence was torn apart and absorbed, stripped of identity and will, converted into pure energy under his control.
Normally, those souls would have flowed naturally into Od Laguna, where they would eventually be cleansed and reborn as blank slates, beginning new lives without memory of their sins.
But this time was different.
Subaru directed the process deliberately.
The energy extracted from them was still sent to Od Laguna, which had already begun absorbing it.
However, instead of allowing the souls to be recycled into ordinary reincarnations, he altered the outcome.
There would be no rebirth for them as they were.
Instead, entirely new beings would be formed from that energy, creations without the remnants of the men who had once existed.
Their existence would end completely.
And something else would take their place.
If the soul could be compared to hardware and memories to software, then what Subaru had just done went far beyond ordinary destruction.
He had not merely erased the "software" or wiped the surface-level data.
He had dismantled the very "hardware" itself.
Every fragment of their spiritual structure, every fundamental unit that made up their existence was broken down completely.
In simple terms, he destroyed every conceptual atom and quark of that spiritual hardware and converted it into pure, neutral energy through his Authority.
From that destroyed framework, an equal amount of new information was generated in existence in the form of raw energy.
It was not the same being recycled.
It was not the same soul being cleansed and returned.
It was something entirely new, created from the remains but no longer connected to the original identity in any meaningful way.
This could easily be considered a far more terrifying form of death than simple physical destruction.
Physical death left the soul intact.
Spiritual destruction erased even that.
There was no continuity, no rebirth of the same entity, no lingering trace of the original self.
It was absolute.
Even so, Subaru did not absorb or keep that energy for himself.
He had no intention of becoming some depraved soul-consuming tyrant who harvested others for personal gain.
That was a line he refused to cross.
Everything he did needed a reason.
He could not casually devour souls under the excuse of a "greater good."
If his life or the lives of those he cared about were directly threatened, then using such power was acceptable in his mind.
But if there was no immediate necessity, he would not harm the fundamental balance of the world.
He would not become someone who damaged the world just because he had the power to do so.
Subaru shifted his gaze toward the remaining captives and slowly walked toward one of the cages near the corner of the room.
Inside, a naked and semi-conscious boy lay collapsed on the cold floor, his body covered in bruises and clear signs of rape.
The sight was enough to make Subaru's expression darken slightly.
He let out a quiet sigh as he assessed the boy's condition.
Without wasting time, he summoned Aqua outside and ordered her to heal him immediately.
A soft light enveloped the child's body as her magic began repairing the physical damage, mending torn flesh and stabilizing his weakened state.
Meanwhile, Reina and Gloria moved efficiently through the room.
With little effort, they tore apart chains, shattered locks, and destroyed every restraint that bound the captives.
Metal snapped and fell to the ground as cages were forced open one after another.
"Rejoice!" Gloria declared loudly, her voice filled with authority.
"All of you are free, mongrels! Taste the freedom and justice bestowed upon you by my Divine Father!"
The captives stared at her in disbelief, many of them still struggling to process what was happening.
For so long, hope had been nothing more than a distant dream.
"W-We are free?" one of them asked, his voice trembling as he slowly stepped out of his broken cage, fear and disbelief mixing in his expression.
"Of course," Reina answered firmly, her tone steady and reassuring.
"I am the Sword Saint and the most devoted knight of Lord Zero—the hero and savior who destroyed the Witch Cult and slew the White Whale and the Great Rabbits."
Her words carried weight, and the captives instinctively turned their attention toward Subaru.
They saw him kneeling on the ground, gently cradling the boy who had just been healed.
His expression was calm, but his presence alone radiated quiet authority and reassurance.
The boy suddenly clutched Subaru's clothes tightly, gripping the fabric with desperate strength as if he believed that letting go would drag him straight back into the nightmare he had just escaped.
His fingers trembled, his breathing uneven and shallow.
"F-Father… is that you?" the boy muttered weakly, his voice shaking uncontrollably.
"Save me… save me, please… I'm in pain… I can't endure—"
His words broke apart as his mind struggled to process reality.
Subaru's expression did not change outwardly, but his eyes softened slightly.
He gently placed a hand on the boy's head and delivered a precise psychic touch, carefully sending him into unconsciousness.
The boy's grip slowly loosened as his body relaxed, finally freed from the immediate panic.
Subaru closed his eyes for a brief moment.
Then he made another decision.
Using his mental authority, he carefully reached into the boy's mind.
He did not erase everything as he knew that wiping out all memories would damage the child's sense of self and identity.
But the memories of torture, especially the ones involving sexual abuse, were far too heavy for someone that young to carry.
He removed those specific memories with careful precision.
No child should have to bear something like that in their mind.
Expecting a child to simply "overcome it" through strength or willpower was naïve at best and cruel at worst.
Trauma like that did not just disappear.
It twisted people, reshaped them, and sometimes led them down dark paths they never would have chosen otherwise.
Subaru refused to let that happen here.
If he had the power to prevent that burden from defining the boy's future, then he would use it.
"'He is alright. Reina, get us some clothes for everyone,'" Subaru said calmly.
By the time he finished speaking, Reina was already standing in front of him holding dozens of neatly folded outfits in both of her hands.
"This is my Divine Protection of Clothes Conjuring," Reina replied smoothly, as if what she had just done was completely normal.
Subaru's eyebrows twitched slightly.
He knew.
Yes, he absolutely knew that she was a walking cheat code.
Being constantly blessed by Od Laguna was practically the same as having administrator-level access to reality itself.
And yet, it still managed to surprise him every single time.
Ridiculous divine protections? Fine.
Walking in the air? Sure, that was already absurd enough.
But now she could conjure fully tailored clothes out of thin air?
Like it was nothing?
He looked at the pile of outfits again, then back at her.
What next?
Was she going to develop a Divine Protection that let her duplicate herself?
Or something even more outrageous just to make sure she could stay physically closer to him their passionate times, making it even more passionate?
Subaru rubbed his temples lightly.
There were people who were strong.
And then there was whatever Reina was.
Ahem.
Subaru quickly dismissed that ridiculous line of thought.
He knew very well that it was a flag that would never come true.
Knowing Reina's personality, she would be far too jealous to even consider sharing him or let alone sharing him with another version of herself.
The mere idea was absurd.
Shaking off the distraction, Subaru returned his focus to the matter at hand.
Together with Aqua, he began systematically healing every demi-human present in the facility.
Aqua handled large-scale restorative magic, sending waves of healing light across the room, while Subaru used his own abilities to treat more delicate or severe cases individually.
They could not instantly fix everything.
Many of the captives suffered from long-term malnutrition and nutrient deficiencies.
Their bodies were weak from prolonged starvation, dehydration, and abuse.
Healing magic could repair wounds, mend broken bones, and restore damaged organs, but it could not magically replace months of lost nourishment.
Even so, the treatment ensured something crucial as none of them would die from their injuries.
Their immediate conditions were stabilized.
The infections were cleansed, the bleeding stopped, and the internal damage repaired.
What they needed now was time, proper food, and long-term care to fully recover.
After some time, every captive had been healed to the extent possible and given clothes from Reina's absurdly convenient divine protection.
The atmosphere in the building had shifted from despair to cautious disbelief.
However, their actions had not gone unnoticed.
By the time Subaru finished overseeing the last patient, the city knights had finally been alerted.
The sound of armored boots echoed outside as a squad arrived at the scene, clearly alarmed by the reports of destruction and slaughter within the area.
"Everyone, surrender! You are suspected of illegal demi-human trafficking!" one of the knights barked loudly as he stepped forward, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Subaru's eyes narrowed slightly the moment he heard the accusation.
It took him only a second to understand that their tone carried no genuine concern for justice.
Their attention was not focused on rescuing the victims or investigating the truth.
Instead, their gazes lingered on the demi-humans in a way that made his suspicions rise immediately.
He had seen this kind of thing before.
Perhaps they intended to twist the situation such as turning illegal trafficking into "lawful custody."
All it would take was a few fabricated charges, some paperwork, and suddenly the victims would be branded as criminals.
In this world, even failing to pay debts could result in enslavement for humans.
For demi-humans, who were already targets of racial hatred and prejudice, the threshold was even lower.
Subaru did not need further proof.
"Shut up!" Reina barked sharply as she stepped forward, placing herself between the knights and the freed captives.
"Do you even know in whose presence you are?!"
The knights hesitated at her voice.
Some of them squinted as if trying to place her face, a faint sense of familiarity flashing across their expressions.
Before they could process it further, Subaru spoke in a calm, tired tone.
"Kill them."
There was no anger in his voice.
No raised volume.
Just a simple order.
In the next instant, before the knights could even fully react, their bodies were torn apart.
Steel never had the chance to leave its sheath.
They were reduced to splashed meat and scattered gore across the ground in a matter of seconds.
Reina did not hesitate.
She did not question what crime they had committed.
She did not ask why Subaru had ordered their execution without warning.
None of that mattered to her.
She was his knight.
And her duty was to carry out his will without doubt.
Gloria smirked as she observed the aftermath.
"Not bad. This concubine is impressed by your chivalry," she said.
Although her tone carried a hint of mockery, the compliment itself was genuine.
Subaru let out a slow breath as he looked at the bloodstained ground.
He understood that the decision he had just made was not something he could undo.
There was no going back from it.
Deep down, he was fully aware that not every one of those knights necessarily deserved death.
Some of them might have simply been following orders without fully understanding the situation.
But they were still soldiers.
They were loyal to Marquis Harris.
They carried out his commands without hesitation.
They were doing what they believed was their duty.
And Subaru was doing his.
He did not see himself as righteous for it, nor did he attempt to justify it with empty words.
In his mind, the situation was simple.
They had chosen their side, and he had chosen his.
Subaru had no intention of becoming a hero.
He had no desire to play the role of a villain either.
And he certainly had no interest in becoming some self-proclaimed God who dictated morality to the world.
If anything, the idea of omniscience and constant responsibility sounded exhausting.
Even Rimuru-sama struggled with the endless burden of management and paperwork despite having near-absolute awareness.
Ahem.
Subaru wanted none of that.
What he wanted was far simpler.
He only wanted to be himself.
And that self, the identity he had settled on, was "The Great Sage."
That was enough for him.
While he and his group were dealing with the liberated slaves and stabilizing the situation inside the compound, other teams were already moving elsewhere.
The remaining camps had shifted their focus toward the real root of the problem.
Marquis Harris.
The man responsible for everything that had happened in Rimpleton City.
To be continued...
(A/N: We dive deeper into the moral dilemma the Great Sage faces everyday! Some say heroes do not need a reason to save others, Villains do not need a reason to hurt others. And There our Sage Baru will need no reason to do what he simply wants with peace of mind.
Also I am kinda disappointed with the PS we got, I promised bonus chap but sadly you guys didn't even get in top 30, usually I give bonus chaps from top 20 or top 10. But I lowered knowing how difficult it will be for you. Hmmm, I guess these are the pain of long running fanfics. People want some new protagonist, some new story everyweek while not understanding depth of it.
World Building is where I usually feel good, I do not agree with every Power wanker who somehow scale a serial to Outerversal by logic or 'Wording'. But I do feel good in writing constant stuff for power levels.
Everything makes sense if you look from a Omniversal perspective, though some people just want their favourite verse to be Omniverse Omega level bullshit.
Just to make sure, how many readers still read this? Because if not many people read here I will shift my updates solely to some other website. Scribblehub or perhaps Ao3, where such fanfics with delayed updates usually shine.
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