Word Count: 2600+
(1st POV)
"Infinite Void."
With that command, reality twisted, and the world changed.
The domain was an endless void, like outer space. A massive black hole churned at the center, surrounded by distant galaxies and countless white specks scattered like broken glass in the dark.
I held Yana close, shielding her from what was happening. She was unconscious, which was probably for the best. No one should have to feel this.
My eyes fixed on the woman who made me do this.
The one who pushed me this far.
Her.
The fallen angel who killed an innocent woman and almost ended our lives. Now, she was trapped in my domain with no way out.
"W-what is this? I can see and feel everything, but—" She choked on her words, her voice trembling. The Infinite Void was already working its magic.
"The irony, huh?" I muttered. "Being given infinite knowledge and information and still being unable to do anything with it."
But this wasn't enough. Not yet.
"Every action you've taken, every scream, every innocent life you've taken, every moment of pain in your worthless existence—it's all playing on loop now."
Her eyes widened in horror.
"And this is just the beginning."
I didn't plan on killing her right away. Not until I got what I needed.
Her memories. I had to understand more about this world—the supernatural structure, Grigori, and who she really was. And that SOS spell she invoked? I needed to figure out how to stop it from activating.
"Overload."
With that command, her mind snapped. The information flooding her senses became too much, even for a supernatural being. She couldn't handle it. Overload was not something Gojo could command as the domain already had such effects. I said it for dramatics.
THUD.
The domain collapsed. She hit the ground hard, unconscious.
I gently set Yana down, leaning her against the wall so she could rest comfortably. I patted her head, brushing some hair from her forehead.
"You're safe now, just rest."
I turned back to the angel, walking toward her still body.
It was time to end this charade.
I knelt beside her and released the Gojo Satoru template. The invincibility, the overwhelming perception of Six Eyes, and the comfort of Infinity faded in an instant.
Now I was vulnerable again.
I needed someone else. Someone with precise, overwhelming mental skills. Someone who could bypass even supernatural mental defenses like hers with ease.
I paused.
Then I smirked.
Perfect.
Charles Xavier.
Or more famously, Professor X.
I invoked his Tier 1 version, and suddenly, everything went quiet.
My mind cleared. The background noise of the world, the chaotic emotions, and the tension—all vanished.
It felt like I had tuned out noise itself.
Without wasting any time, I used telepathy on the angel. Charles Xavier's abilities made it easy; her mental walls were practically tissue paper now.
I slipped into her head and started sifting through her memories. Carefully. I filtered out the useless stuff—her personal drama, fragmented thoughts, the unimportant details. My mind wasn't infinite. I focused only on the valuable information.
And I found it.
Her name? It doesn't matter. She wasn't anyone special. But it turns out she was an 8-Winged Fallen Angel. In Devil hierarchy terms, that puts her at Ultimate-Class, just one step below a Cadre. So yes, she was dangerous.
Apparently, she had a solid reputation in Grigori. Ran black ops missions. Took out harmful sacred gear users. Handled traitors and loose enemies. She was one of Azazel's go-to clean-up agents. Honestly, it was a little crazy that I took her down this fast. Guess that's the difference when you use the template of monsters like Gojo Satoru. Respect.
More importantly, her memories gave me a full overview of how this world works.
The Three Factions—Angels, Fallen, Devils—have been in a cold war since the Great War. There's a treaty now, but it's thin and fragile. No one truly trusts each other. It's just enough to keep the nukes off the table.
And the pantheons? Yes, they're real. Hindu, Greek, Norse, Egyptian—all of them exist. Some are active; others just watch. The Hindu Pantheon apparently holds the top spot in terms of power. Shiva is no joke, known as the strongest God in the world, besides the Dragon Gods. The Biblical God? Still the most worshipped across the world, even now.
…Even though He's dead.
Yeah. Dead. Killed during the Great War. That part wasn't in her memory. She didn't know. Honestly, that shocked me. For someone this high up in Grigori, you'd think she'd be informed.
Guess Azazel keeps his cards close. Really close.
And Kuoh City? Apparently, it's been marked as "devil territory." Controlled by two devil heiresses—Rias Gremory and Sona Shitori. Both from noble Devil clans. Two Pillars, even.
No sign of Issei or the Red Dragon Emperor yet. This means the canon hasn't officially started.
It could be days away. Maybe less.
That's good. It gives me room to move.
To get stronger.
Now about that spell.
It really pisses me off.
I was just a normal human a few hours ago. Can the world give me a break?
Sigh
The SOS spell she triggered wasn't just an alarm. It was a last-resort measure, a failsafe used only by high-ranking members of Grigori. If their life is in danger, they send out a signal, an encoded beacon that records their location and captures a piece of their final memories. It only activates under one condition: death.
And that's exactly how she set it up. There wasn't enough time for anything more complex, so she tied the activation trigger to her death. If I killed her now, it would go off.
Then what? Grigori would trace her last moments, pinpoint the location, and send a team to check it out. Best case? I'd have a few hours. Worst case? I wake up to Azazel himself knocking on my front door.
Could I take him? Sure.
Did I want to risk it right now? Hell no.
I barely understand this world. I haven't even finished catching my breath since getting here. I only get one hour of power a day, and I've already used up a good part of it. Until I strengthened my base, I can't afford to draw that kind of attention.
Just as I was wrapped up in my thoughts, something shifted.
No, snapped.
It wasn't physical. It felt deeper—like a metaphysical chain wwrapped around my very soul had just broken.
I froze. What was that?
Something had changed inside me.
Without thinking, I activated a skill the Goddess had given me. It showed my current status, like a digital HUD or status screen. It wasn't just for looks. It gave me diagnostic-level insight into my soul, body, and abilities.
"Properties," I muttered.
A translucent red notification blinked in front of me.
ALERT
Conditions for activation of "Blessing of the Great Will" have been met.
Subject: Rein Leonidas
Status: Soul Ownership Compromised
Proceed to reclaim ownership of soul?
[Y/N]
My eyes widened.
This was actually happening again?
The Blessing of the Great Will. The one I didn't even know was real until now.
What the hell?
What is this blessing? Who is this Great Will? And why? So many questions clouded my mind, and I had no answers to clear them away.
Does the Goddess know about this? She seems powerful enough to reincarnate me here and stop time. No, that doesn't make sense.
If she knew about this, she wouldn't make a contract. This blessing is asking for my permission to reclaim my soul.
But the contract clearly states it cannot be broken. Did the Goddess lie, or am I seeing things?
I press my temples with my right hand and close my eyes. This situation got even weirder.
Wait, does Properties tell me about that blessing? I didn't waste time.
"Properties"
—-
Name: Aleks Constantine (Rein Leonidas)
Age: 20 (Biological) / 23 (Mental)
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Attributes:
Body: Level 1
Magic: Level 0
Authority:
-Path of the Human God (+)
Abilities:
-Properties (+)
-Magic Core (Dormant) (+)
Unknown:
-Blessing of the Great Will (+)
—-
My eyes narrowed.
That last part. Unknown.
So even this skill didn't fully recognize what it was?
I focused on the "+" icon next to the blessing and willed it to expand.
Words filled the screen like flickering code.
Blessing of the Great Will:
Granted by the Great Will, the [REDACTED], it guarantees existential freedom. No being, entity, contract, or force may bind your soul against your will. Any abilities, gifts, or authorities given to you become your permanent property once accepted. They cannot be taken back, changed, or reclaimed without your conscious permission. All previous contracts affecting your soul have been forcefully nullified. Further data is restricted. Level insufficient.
I blinked once.
Twice.
This…
This was insane.
No—this was unreal.
I wasn't just getting my soul back. I was keeping the power too? The one the Goddess gave me?
That sounded like some overpowered, wish fulfilment bullshit.
I stood there stunned, the gravity of it all slowly crashing down on me like a quiet tsunami.
Me. Of all people.
All my life, luck was the one thing I never had. I wasn't born into power or wealth. I wasn't chosen. I wasn't blessed. If anything, I was cursed to always be the guy stuck in the worst possible situations with no way out.
Hell, I was grocery shopping. A normal-ass day in a medium-sized store downtown. Then those masked idiots with guns burst in like a low-budget heist movie. I was the only customer inside. One of them pointed his weapon at me, to prevent me from calling the cops. They kept shouting threats while the others emptied the registers.
That's when I remembered. That's when it all clicked.
The contract. The blessing. The power. My soul.
I tilted my head to the sky, voice hoarse but rising.
"FUCK YOU, GODDESS! I WAS ALWAYS A STEP AHEAD OF YOU, BITCH!"
It came out raw. Unfiltered.
Then it hit me. The feeling of euphoria.
Not just the relief—
The irony.
I started laughing without realizing.
Quiet at first. A small chuckle under my breath.
Then louder. Sharper. Uncontrolled.
"Hahahahahaha… HAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
It turned into a full blown maniacal laughter like I had been holding it in for years.
In this moment, I had won.
And for once…It felt like nobody can take it away from me.
That was embarrassing. I cleared my throat, trying to forget that I just screamed at the sky like a crazy person.
I willed the blessing to activate, to take my soul back.
And I felt it. That strange, quiet shift inside me. Like something finally clicked into place. Like I was finally me again.
It's hard to explain. But I knew—I knew—my soul was mine now. No leash. No chains. No one holding it over my head.
Back then, when the Goddess made me that deal, I had no choice. Death or servitude? Not really a choice. I chose what I had to. I didn't want to die.
But now?
Now it doesn't matter.
I'm free.
The only thing that bothers me now is her. That damn Goddess.
She has to know. The contract's broken. She'll feel it. Someone like her probably sensed it the moment it happened.
She said getting into this world wasn't easy. That she wouldn't come back anytime soon.
But one day—she will.
And when that day comes?
I'm screwed.
No use panicking again. I've got time. From what I saw, she can't even use her full power here without consequences. That gives me something to work with.
I clenched my fist and looked at Yelena. My stepmother in this life. Dead on the floor.
Then I glanced at Yana. Asleep against the wall, breathing steadily.
These two are my only family now.
I was an only child before. I miss my parents, of course. But they're gone. That life is over.
This one is mine now. And Yana… she's part of that.
She's got a Sacred Gear—still dormant—but I could feel the magic radiating off her in waves. She's close to awakening. That's probably what triggered all this.
That fallen angel showed up to kill her. She came here with blood in her eyes, and for what?
To stop a girl from unlocking her power? To ruin our lives just because she could?
Grigori sent her. That's all I need to know.
And one day?
I'll erase them from existence.
But not yet. Not until I'm strong enough.
(3rd POV)
(A/N: From now on I will use Aleks as MC's name. Rein is his previous life name.)
Now it was time to finally confront the fallen angel.
Aleks had thought about keeping her alive, maybe even using her. A disposable pawn. A possible source of inside information.
But that idea didn't last long.
He didn't have the means to control her, to ensure her loyalty—not yet. And even if he did, it wasn't worth the risk. It was too high. Her kind didn't submit. They waited, plotted, and struck when your back was turned.
And her personality? Terrible.
Arrogant. Sadistic. She killed for fun.
Aleks despised people like that.
He activated Path of the Human God. His eyes changed as if he had seen enough suffering in this world.
He didn't kill her in the house. He wouldn't risk the slightest chance of the spell activating near Yana.
So he took her—unconscious—to a place far from Tokyo. Deep woods. No cameras. No witnesses. Just silence and the chill of nature.
He laid her down on the cold ground. For a moment, she looked like any other person. Just a woman sleeping in the woods.
But Aleks knew better.
He knelt beside her and placed a hand on her forehead. He altered her memories. Every trace of him, Yana, the house, and the fight—it all vanished from her mind. He cleaned her out.
Even if the SOS spell somehow activated, it would have nothing left to send.
She would die… knowing nothing.
Aleks stood. His hands trembled.
This would be the first time.
The first life he would take.
Not by accident. Not in self-defense. But with his conscious will and decision.
"I know this is for revenge, and I know she deserves worse." His voice was low, barely a whisper. "But it still affects me. Guess I'm still soft-hearted after all."
He laughed.
It felt empty.
"Hope you rot in whatever hell you came from, bitch."
He raised his hand and focused his will—activated the ability. Dark, undying flames danced in his palms before reaching the soon-to-be-dead angel.
Her body was consumed in seconds. No screams. No resistance.
When it was over, only charred earth remained.
Aleks turned away and vanished from the forest, teleporting back home. His expression was unreadable. His mind was quiet.
But far away, someone was watching.
***
In a hidden space deep within Mount Fuji, where no mortal had set foot for centuries, cherry blossoms bloomed under a twilight sky that never changed. The air shimmered with divine energy.
Here lived the Shinto goddess of volcanoes, beauty, and cherry blossoms.
Sakura-hime.
Her eyes widened as she observed the forest through her divine mirror. The scene replayed—the boy and the fallen angel.
Since Mt. Fuji and the forest surrounding it were essentially her territory, she could sense the presence of every living being entering her domain. Aleks was no exception.
"A human?" she murmured. "No Sacred Gear, yet he burned an Ultimate-Class to ash?"
She stared at his face as it appeared in the mirror.
"Could it be?" she whispered.
"Is he truly… the one?"
*****
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