Chapter 12: The Battle Ends, An Incomprehensible Power!
"Bang—"
"Clang—"
"Boom—"
A fierce battle was unfolding before their eyes. Everyone present was gripped by a sense of pure awe.
In particular, many of the devils who had initially looked down on Sairaorg were now wearing expressions of utter shock. Even though the Bael main bloodline had not granted him the Power of Destruction, he had tempered his physical body to such a supreme level, even obtaining a living Sacred Gear. His strength was no longer something that could be underestimated.
Looking at it from a broader perspective, such monstrous physical prowess couldn't be achieved through mere ordinary training. In this regard, Sairaorg truly deserved to be called a genius.
"An unbelievable level of power, Lord Akira..."
Sairaorg spoke between heavy, ragged breaths. It was clear that both the high-intensity combat and the massive consumption required by his Longinus were taking a toll on him.
In stark contrast, despite being his opponent in this clash, Akira hadn't even broken a single drop of sweat.
Thinking of this, Sairaorg felt a flicker of bitterness. His opponent was clearly helping him, allowing him to showcase his strength as much as possible. This had been his goal from the start, yet the reality of the gap between them was becoming painful.
"Sairaorg, it looks like you've reached your limit."
"Yes... Thank you very much for your generosity."
"In that case, show me your strongest technique."
"As you wish."
"Boom—"
At that moment, Sairaorg began to gather every last drop of his remaining mana.
Golden light began to flicker violently as 『Regulus Nemea』 responded to his will. A terrifying pressure began to rise, and behind him, the silhouette of a giant golden lion manifested slowly.
"Regulus Nemea!"
Sairaorg unleashed his final strike, an attack that condensed everything he was into a single point.
"Counter Vanish!"
"Swooosh—"
The full-force attack, which easily reached the level of a Maou-Class being, and the terrifying mana that seemed to set the very air ablaze, simply vanished without a trace the moment it reached Akira.
Counter Vanish—the technique Akira had inherited from Meliodas. It was a skill that completely nullified all offensive mana directed at the user.
Against an opponent of equal level, this technique wouldn't hold much significance, but the gap between Sairaorg and Shin Akira was so vast that it was the perfect choice for the moment.
"This... how is this... possible..."
As the one who launched the attack, Sairaorg's eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
If Akira had blocked it easily, or used stronger mana to crush it, he could have understood. After all, their difference in power was already obvious.
But for his full-power strike to just disappear... it meant that from the very beginning, his attack was destined to be meaningless. The disparity was too great.
It wasn't just Sairaorg; the entire battlefield fell into a deafening silence. Sairaorg's strength had already exceeded their expectations.
However, they never imagined in their wildest dreams that Akira's power had moved beyond their comprehension.
The majority of those present were High-Class Devils, with a few Ultimate-Class Devils among them. If Sairaorg's previous attack had been directed at them, they would have died without any chance of survival. Yet, an attack like that had just vanished.
Coming here today had taught them two things. First was the true strength of Sairaorg, and second was the terrifying power of Akira.
One was considered a failure of the Bael family, and the other was just a 'human'—both were characters dismissed by the devil higher-ups. But after today, those authorities would have to re-evaluate everything.
"Truly incomprehensible power, Lord Akira."
Sairaorg managed a bitter smile, one filled with self-deprecation.
"You have to understand one thing: even Sirzechs is not my opponent right now. As for you, you haven't even reached the Maou-Class level yet. What more did you expect?"
"Even His Excellency the Maou is not your match? It's hard to believe... just how strong are you, Lord Akira?"
"To put it simply, it means surpassing the transcendent."
"Simple, he says?"
With that, the 'battle' came to an end. Shortly after, news of this confrontation began to spread like wildfire through the Underworld.
Just as Sairaorg had planned, his authority increased drastically. But conversely, Akira's reputation soared like a rocket.
Behind the scenes, Sirzechs also gave things a little push. After all, Akira was now the son-in-law of the Gremory family and the husband of his beloved younger sister. Helping one's own family was only natural.
However, none of that mattered to Akira anymore. Once the fight with Sairaorg concluded, he took his group of beautiful women and left the Underworld to return to Kuoh Town.
As for the public opinion in the Underworld, Akira didn't care. He had no plans to be a famous star, so it was all fine.
After returning to Kuoh Town, Akira's life regained its tranquility. Surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women, a stunning mother, and a younger sister, his life was one of extreme luxury and enjoyment.
As time passed, summer vacation came to an end, and a new semester began in Kuoh. For most adults who had entered the working world, school life was the period they missed the most.
Back then, there wasn't much pressure; they just needed to have fun without worrying about trivial things like houses, cars, or money.
"Is it finally finished?"
On this day, Akira's mood was particularly vibrant. Tiamat and Kingu were by his side.
The reason for his excitement was that today, the initial form of the first world had finally finished its development. A true 'Primordial World Embryo' had been born.
Now, as the World Lord, Akira began to plan for this world, cultivating rules and laws, and completing the actual 'Creation.' Creating a world was no simple feat.
"My child, I have given you the specific methods. From here on, it depends on what kind of world you wish to create."
Tiamat looked at Akira with deep affection. She was gifting this achievement of creation to her son. Even if it was only a Primordial World Embryo, and would only be a low-level small world upon birth, it was still a feat of creation.
In time, this world would grow larger, and Akira's status would continue to rise. If it could one day become a true world with complete laws and rules, then Akira's standing would naturally transcend everything.
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