POV: Jay
The blinding golden light swallowed everything. The ancient stone of the Vatican, the worried cries of Gabriel, the humming machinery of the Heaven System—it all dissolved into absolute nothingness.
When the light finally receded, I wasn't standing in the catacombs anymore.
I was standing in a void of pure, endless white. There was no sky, no ground, no horizon. It was a space completely devoid of concepts, yet it felt impossibly heavy, buzzing with an energy that dwarfed even the dimension I had used for my millennium of training.
I didn't panic. I kept my hands in my pockets, exhaling slowly.
"Well," I murmured, my voice failing to echo in the infinite expanse. "Wherebthe fuck am I."
"It is the blank page before the ink touches it."
The voice came from all directions at once. It was warm, ancient, and carried a weight that made my soul—the very essence that housed my conceptual authorities—vibrate in recognition.
Two figures manifested a few paces in front of me.
The first appeared as an elderly, dignified gentleman. He wore a crisp, dark suit, a bowler hat resting neatly on his head, and both of his hands rested gently on the handle of a black umbrella. He looked like an ordinary man you might pass on a rainy street, yet his presence was staggering.
The second figure stood beside him, entirely formless yet distinctly humanoid. It was made of shifting, brilliant golden light. In its hand, it held what appeared to be an elegant, stylized pen that dripped with starlight rather than ink.
I looked at them. The overwhelming, absolute nature of their existence washed over me.
Shit!
The Presence. And The One Above All.
Yet, as they looked at me, they didn't project the aura of two separate, competing gods. Their auras blended perfectly, creating a singular, unified intent.
"You found the little mechanism our projection left behind in that universe," the elderly man said, offering a warm, grandfatherly smile.
"It was sputtering," I replied calmly, my tone respectful but tired.
"I just ran a little maintenance on it. I didn't expect it to act as a direct hotline to the top of the cosmic management chain."
The glowing, golden figure chuckled, the sound like chiming bells.
"It was not the machine that brought you here. It was the resonance. When you touched it, the spark we placed within you recognized the lingering echo of our avatar."
"We are pleased to finally speak with you," the old man added, leaning slightly on his umbrella.
I tilted my head, studying them. "You keep saying 'we'."
"Because here, atleast in this reality, we are not divided by the narratives of different multiverses," the golden figure explained, raising its pen.
"We are the Collective Will of the Creator. We are the canvas, the brush, and the author. And you..."
"You are our son," the old man finished gently.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose beneath my mask.
"Look, I appreciate the compliment, and I appreciate the ridiculous abilities I woke up with. But usually, when higher entities pull someone out of reality for a chat, it means more work. So, what's the catch?"
The two entities shared a look, their unified presence shifting into something slightly more serious.
"You are perceptive," the Collective Will spoke, their voices overlapping in perfect harmony.
"We are profoundly satisfied with your progress. You carry our gifts perfectly."
The old man tipped his bowler hat slightly.
"However... 'They' are getting bored I guess?"
"They?" I asked, though a sinking feeling already settled in my stomach.
"The chaotic ones. The outer shadows," the golden figure elaborated.
"The ones who crafted your physical vessel. Outer gods. Unlike us, they do not find joy in perfect order. They find it boring."
A/N: yeah everyone take a paro everyone
I instantly recalled the crushing, incomprehensible madness of the Eldritch concepts I had assimilated.
"So, they wanted."
"They want entertainment," the old man said with a weary sigh.
"They watched you isolate yourself for a millennium. They know your physical and magical strength is absolute. Sending a strong monster to fight you would be pointless; you would simply erase it. So, they have decided to test your mind. Your patience."
"A test of patience," I repeated dryly.
"What are they going to do?"
"They are going to weaken the boundaries," the golden figure said.
"In your vast reality, there exist parallel dimensions. Worlds of fantasy where desperate kingdoms summon 'Heroes' from your Earth. Worlds of dark knights, massive labyrinths, and reincarnated souls."
My eyes widened slightly behind my mask. *Isekai summonings.*
"Normally, these occur sporadically and naturally," the old man continued.
"But the chaotic ones are fracturing the walls. Entire classrooms will be dragged into the abyss to fight demon lords. Teenagers will be dropped into lethal dungeons. Souls will be violently reincarnated as monsters. The rate of these 'summonings' will skyrocket exponentially in your universe."
My heart dropped.
I wasn't thinking about myself. My mind instantly raced to the people I cared about.
Mamako, who could be sitting at home while a spatial rift tore through Sainan. Lala, Mikan, and Rito.
"I can't just blast that away," I muttered, the sheer logistical nightmare dawning on me.
"Exactly," the golden figure nodded.
"If you destroy the fantasy worlds, you kill the innocent humans trapped within them. You cannot use Absolute Magic to just erase the problem without erasing the victims. You have to find the rifts. You have to travel to those worlds. You have to save the summoned heroes, fix whatever mess the fantasy kingdoms created, and bring them back."
I dragged a hand down my face, letting out a long, exhausted groan.
"You have got to be kidding me."
I didn't want to conquer the multiverse. I didn't want to be a god-king. I literally just wanted to secure a safe, comfortable life, protect my mother, marry the girls I loved, and be a decent family man.
And now? To handle this, I couldn't just do it alone. The scale was too massive. I would have to create an entire multiversal organization. I would need to set up divisions for tracking spatial anomalies, extraction teams, diplomatic envoys to handle aggressive fantasy kingdoms, and a whole department just to reintegrate traumatized teenagers back into Earth's society.
I'm going to have to do multiversal HR?,
I realized with absolute dread.
The old man chuckled sympathetically.
"It is a heavy burden. But they want to see chaos. They want to see you overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the mess."
"I already overwhelmed," I whispered.
I lowered my hand, my posture straightening.
The exhaustion was still there, but it was quickly being swallowed by a cold, calculating resolve. If those chaotic eldritch bastards wanted to ruin the peaceful life I was trying to build for Mamako, Elysia, and the others...
"Fine," I said, my voice eerily calm.
"What can i do it's already good enough for them to not interfere directly."
The white void seemed to hum in response to the suppressed, terrifying gravity of my words.
"We will convey your message," the golden figure said.
"Do not lose that fire, our child. Build your sanctuary. Protect your people."
"Return to your world," the old man said, gently tapping the ferrule of his umbrella against the invisible floor.
"And be ready."
The white void shattered like glass.
POV: 3rd Person
Heaven
The blinding golden pillar of light that had erupted from the Heaven System vanished as instantly as it had appeared.
Gabriel shielded her eyes, her massive wings wrapped protectively around her body, while Michael braced himself against the residual shockwave of holy energy.
When the light cleared, Jay stood exactly where he had been, his hand resting casually against the outer ring of the colossal, intricate sphere.
The Heaven System was completely transformed. The violent, grinding noise of overworked machinery was gone, replaced by a flawless, silent, and incredibly powerful hum of pure gold energy.
Jay slowly lowered his hand, turning to look at the Archangels.
To Michael and Gabriel, it felt as though only a fraction of a second had passed. But as they looked at the masked man standing before the restored core of their world, the lingering resonance they had felt earlier finally made sense.
They still don't know what happened
"The system is completely stabilized," Jay said, his voice breaking the stunned silence. He sounded perfectly calm, but there was a new, heavy weariness hidden just beneath his tone.
"It won't overload your mind anymore, Michael. And you can started the brave system"
Michael stared at the perfectly humming system, and then at Jay, completely overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of what had just occurred. The Archangel fell to one knee, bowing his head deeply.
"We... we cannot possibly repay this debt," Michael said, his voice trembling with profound reverence.
Gabriel followed her brother's lead, bowing respectfully.
"Just focus on guiding your people," Jay replied, turning away and sliding his hands into his coat pockets.
"And make sure Xenovia and Irina play nice with the Devils in Kuoh."
Jay waved his hand, casually slicing through the dense holy wards of the heaven back to catherdal and it open a swirling cosmic portal again back to the floating castle.
"Let's go, Asia, Kiba," Jay instructed.
Asia hurriedly stood up, bowing one last time to the Archangels before scurrying into the portal. Kiba sheathed his sword, offering a respectful nod before following her.
Jay stepped into the void, pausing just before the portal closed. He glanced over his shoulder at the kneeling angels.
"Keep your eyes open, Michael," Jay warned softly, thinking of the chaos the Outer Gods were about to unleash upon the multiverse.
"A storm is coming. And it isn't going to care about your peace treaties."
With that, the portal snapped shut, leaving the Archangels alone in the glowing, restored heart of Heaven.
The artificial breeze of the floating castle ruffled my coat as the spatial portal closed behind us. Asia and Kiba looked around, the tension of the Vatican still lingering in their shoulders.
I turned to them, waving a hand toward the massive doors leading to the training dimension.
"Kiba, get back in there. You missed a few hours, which means Ygnisia and Abygail are probably looking for a new punching bag. Asia, go with him, but stay in the observation area with Elysia and Serafall. It isn't safe for you on the actual field."
Kiba bowed deeply, his eyes burning with a renewed, unshakeable resolve.
"Yes, Jay-sensei. Thank you... for everything."
Asia smiled warmly, clutching her hands to her chest.
"Please take care, Jay-san!"
I watched them hurry off before pinching the bridge of my nose. The exhaustion of my meeting with the one above all and The Presence was creeping in. I didn't just have to worry about Kokabiel's petty war anymore. I had a multiversal bureaucratic nightmare looming on the horizon.
If I was going to handle an influx of erratic Isekai summonings, I need to go home fast after this maybe afte few dates dammit i want to ask elysia a date late night but fuck
It was time to speedrun the plot.
"Caelira," I muttered.
<< Yes, Partner. >>
"Pinpoint Valerie Tepes in Romania. And locate the magical signature of Ingvild Leviathan."
<< Signatures acquired. Locking spatial coordinates. >>
I didn't even bother creating a visible portal. I just folded space and stepped through.
Tepes Castle, Romania
The throne room of the Tepes vampire faction was dark, lit only by flickering candelabras. Marius Tepes stood at the center, surrounded by dozens of high-ranking aristocratic vampires. They were in the middle of a grand, villainous monologue, detailing their plans to use the Holy Grail—the Sephiroth Graal to overthrow the Carmilla faction and dominate the supernatural world.
Bound to a chair in the center of their magical array was Valerie Tepes, unconscious and pale, her life force being slowly siphoned.
I stepped out of the shadows, my boots clicking softly against the stone floor.
"Who goes there?!" Marius hissed, his eyes flashing crimson as the vampire lords turned toward me, drawing rapiers and gathering blood magic. "How did you bypass the wards?!"
I didn't answer. I didn't have the patience for a civil war that would otherwise take months to resolve. I looked at the Tepes faction, analyzing the conceptual data of their existence.
"You're in my way," I said flatly.
I raised a single finger. I didn't use an explosion. I didn't use a beam of destruction. I simply used existence ereasure.
"Erase."
There was no scream. There was no struggle. In the span of a single heartbeat, Marius Tepes and every aristocratic vampire in the room dissolved into nothing, and then into absolute nothingness. The grand rebellion ended before it even began.
The magical restraints holding Valerie vanished. She slumped forward, still trapped in a deep, magically induced sleep. I caught her gently before she hit the floor.
"One down," I muttered, holding the sleeping half-vampire.
"Caelira, pull the other one."
<< Executing spatial displacement. >>
A quiet *pop* echoed in the empty throne room.
Ingvild Leviathan, the descendant of the original Leviathan who had been hidden away in a deep, enchanted slumber due to her overwhelming demonic power and sleeping sickness, materialized directly in front of me. I caught her with my free arm. She was just as unconscious as Valerie, her breathing slow and steady.
Two done.
"Now," I sighed, adjusting my hold on the two sleeping girls.
"I need to pick up the stray crows."
A Hidden Bar, Human World
The dim, jazz-filled atmosphere of the Grigori-affiliated bar was quiet. The afternoon sun barely pierced through the heavy blinds.
Azazel, the Governor General of the Fallen Angels, sat at the counter, lazily swirling a glass of expensive bourbon. A few seats away sat Lavinia Reni, humming happily as she sipped a brightly colored, overly sweet cocktail. Behind the counter, cleaning a glass with quiet precision, was Tobio Ikuse—the Slash Dog. A massive black dog rested in the shadows near his feet, its ears twitching.
The bell above the door didn't ring, but the air pressure in the room shifted so violently that the glass in Tobio's hand shattered.
Azazel froze, his relaxed posture instantly vanishing as twelve wings of pitch-black darkness threatened to burst from his back. Tobio vaulted the counter, a scythe of shadow manifesting in his grip, while Lavinia's sweet smile dropped, the temperature in the bar plummeting as *Absolute Demise* prepared to freeze the block.
I stood in the center of the room, completely ignoring their killing intent. I was still wearing my mask, holding a sleeping Valerie Tepes under one arm and a slumbering Ingvild Leviathan under the other.
"Relax," I said, my voice cutting through the tension.
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd already dead."
Azazel narrowed his eyes, his gaze darting from me to the two girls I was carrying. As the Governor General, his knowledge of the supernatural was vast. He recognized them almost instantly.
"The Sephiroth Graal... and the descendant of Leviathan," Azazel muttered, his voice laced with disbelief.
"Both of them have been missing or heavily guarded for years. Who the hell are you?"
"A guy with too much on his plate," I replied, walking forward and gently depositing Valerie and Ingvild onto a plush leather sofa in the corner of the bar.
"Azazel. I'm here for you."
Tobio stepped in front of the Governor, his shadow blade humming.
"State your business."
"My business is that your subordinate, Kokabiel, has gone rogue. He stole the Excaliburs and is currently planning to drop them on Kuoh Town to force a war between the Three Factions," I said bluntly.
Azazel cursed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"That warmongering idiot... I knew he was dissatisfied with the peace treaty, but this is suicide."
"It gets worse," I continued.
"I just had a lovely chat with the Archangels, Michael and Gabriel. And I also happen to be hosting the Gremory and Sitri heiresses at my place. If Kokabiel attacks, he isn't just going to start a war. He's going to get himself erased."
Azazel let out a long sigh, downing the rest of his bourbon in one gulp.
"You're telling me this because you want me to stop him?"
"No. I'm telling you this because I want you to come with me," I corrected.
"The peace treaty is happening. A much bigger storm is coming to this multiverse, and I don't have the patience to watch you three factions bicker over old grudges when reality starts tearing at the seams. I'm gathering the competent players."
I turned my masked gaze toward the blonde witch sitting at the counter.
"Besides, I figured you would want to see her."
Lavinia blinked, tilting her head innocently.
"See who?"
"Valina," I said.
"She's currently at my castle. I unlocked the rest of her powers today, and she's currently sparring with the the Welsh and Vanishing Dragons."
Lavinia's eyes widened to comical proportions. She slammed her cocktail glass onto the counter, a brilliant, overjoyed smile lighting up her face.
"Valina-chan is there?! Oh, it's been so long since our last mission! I miss her so much!"
She immediately stood up, looking at Azazel with pleading eyes.
"Governor! We have to go!"
Azazel stared at me, trying to dissect the sheer absurdity of my statements.
The Heavenly Dragons? Wait dont tell they're free now aw hell no
Azazel thought massaging his temples
"You're insane," Azazel laughed, shaking his head.
"Or you're the most dangerous entity to ever walk into my bar. Either way... if Kokabiel is making a move, and Valina is involved, I can't just sit here." He stood up, throwing a wad of cash onto the counter.
"Tobio, you're coming too. If this guy wanted to kill us, he wouldn't be playing taxi for sleeping princesses."
Tobio dispersed his shadow blade, though his guard remained up. "Understood."
I nodded, satisfied. "Good. Grab a coat. The gravity where we're going is a bit heavy."
I snapped my fingers. Space tore open, revealing the vibrant, twilight-lit courtyards of the floating castle.
Jay's Floating Castle
Evening
By the time we stepped through the portal, the artificial sun of the dimension was setting, casting a beautiful orange and purple glow over the crystalline architecture.
I walked out first, carrying the still-sleeping forms of Valerie and Ingvild. Azazel, Tobio, and Lavinia followed closely behind, their eyes widening as they took in the sheer, impossible density of mana and the gravity that immediately forced them to reinforce their bodies.
From the direction of the training dimension, the massive, reinforced doors blew open.
Rias, Sona, and their peerages stumbled out, completely covered in bruises, scorch marks, and dirt. They looked like they had crawled out of the abyss itself. Kiba and Asia followed shortly after.
And walking behind them, looking entirely unbothered and thoroughly entertained, were Ygnisia, Abygail, and Valina.
"Valina-chan!" Lavinia shrieked with joy, completely ignoring the gravity as she bolted across the courtyard and threw herself at the Hakuryuukou.
Valina, who had just spent the last few hours throwing mini black holes and magical chains at the Heavenly Dragons, blinked in surprise before being tackled into a tight hug.
"L-Lavinia?" Valina stammered, a rare, genuine flush of embarrassment crossing her face as the older girl nuzzled her cheek.
"What are you doing here?"
"The masked man brought us!" Lavinia beamed, pointing back at me.
Azazel whistled lowly, his eyes darting between the exhausted Devils, the two legendary dragons in human form, and the masked anomaly who had orchestrated it all.
"Well, I'll be damned. You really weren't bluffing."
"Told ya."
I sighed, gently laying Valerie and Ingvild onto a conjured bed of soft crystal petals to let them finish resting.
Elysia and Serafall materialized next to me, both looking far too energized for the evening.
"Jay-kun! You're back!" Elysia smiled, her eyes darting to the new arrivals.
"Oh my, you brought even more guests? The castle is getting so lively!"
"Don't remind me," I grumbled, rubbing the back of my neck. I looked at the chaotic courtyard—the exhausted peerages, the reunited friends, the Heavenly Dragons, and the leadership of the Grigori.
The pieces were in place. The vanguard of this universe was gathering.
But as I looked up at the darkening artificial sky, the words of the Collective Will echoed in my mind. The chaotic outer entities were going to fracture the boundaries. The multiversal rifts were coming.
I just wanted to be a family man,
I thought again, watching Valina awkwardly try to pry Lavinia off her.