I descended from the sky, standing tall before her, my hands poised to deliver the final blow. But Trinity had one last trick up her sleeve. She began to chant in a divine language, a heavenly tongue that resonated with power, as if summoning aid from the very heavens. Suddenly, the skies erupted in blinding light, and two immense beings materialized in a flash of brilliance.

  Trinity had summoned the gods—male and female, they stood in their divine forms, surveying the battlefield with an air of authority. Facing the holy Church was one thing, but confronting the gods was an entirely different matter. As they arrived, I instinctively broke the seal on my forehead, unleashing an aura so potent that it made even the gods hesitate.

  But as my anger began to subside, a flicker of recognition ignited within me. I had seen these gods before; memories flooded my mind, vivid and clear. Yet, they could barely recognize me, obscured as I was by the intensity of my aura. I quickly resealed my power, allowing them to see me as I truly was. Understanding dawned on their faces as they recalled our past encounters. They knew me as the warrior and companion of Yoshi and Lyra, one of the regional travelers who had fought the storage demon in the city of Tsu, where the relic of will once resided.

  Our conversation was markedly different from our previous encounters; the gods were more diplomatic, their demeanor tempered by time. They explained that they had been unaware of the catastrophe their angels had wrought while aiding the Church, bound by their vow not to intervene in mortal affairs. Most of their angels had rebelled, and it became clear that the gods had taken no part in the chaos. Instead, they had long ago decided to retire from their divine roles, yearning to experience humanity in its fullness.

  They had not come to battle but to negotiate. To my astonishment, they offered to surrender their godhood to me, allowing me to ascend to a higher level of divinity. In return, they asked for my protection from the other supernatural beings that would inevitably seek to hunt them down.

  I agreed to our pact, and with that, the godly couple transferred their essence to me. I felt their power coursing through my veins, along with their memories—knowledge of how to operate as a god. As they relinquished their divinity, they transformed into humans, their celestial forms fading into the mortal realm.

  Trinity could hardly believe her eyes, witnessing the gods stripped of their powers before transferring their essence to me. The moment they descended, she had been rendered powerless, her confidence shattered. I had kept my end of the agreement, and now, with the weight of divine authority resting upon my shoulders, I prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

  After my ascension to godhood, I surveyed the desolate battlefield once more, a grim tableau filled with the bodies of both allies and adversaries. The weight of divine power coursed through me, and with it, I spoke life into my fallen companions. In an instant, they stirred, rising as if nothing had ever transpired.

  Turning my attention to my fallen adversaries—angels, archangels, and holy warriors—I raised my voice, calm yet commanding. “Arise!” I declared, and immediately their lifeless forms merged with their souls, standing before me as renewed beings. All the angels, archangels, principalities, and holy warriors knelt in reverence, acknowledging me as their new god, ready to serve.

  With a wave of my hand, I transformed many of the holy warriors into angels and demons under my command. Then, I turned to Trinity, still fused and unable to separate. I placed a hand gently on her head, merging her body with her soul, transforming her into a spirit that would serve me while retaining her name—Trinity.

  In the shadowed depths of the abyss, I summoned forth the twin higher arch demoness sisters, Beleviamoth and Beliamoth. As they emerged from the void, a surge of power coursed through them, awakening abilities beyond their previous comprehension. With a will of their own, they intertwined, their essences merging in a dazzling display of dark light, granting birth to a unique and ultimate skill known as the Ultimate Unique Skill.

  This extraordinary ability unlocked the arcane potential of "United Division," a force that amplified exponentially when the sisters fused into a singular entity—Leviathan-Behemoth. In this formidable form, they wielded a terrifying array of powers: the ability to command holy dark magic and cursed divine magic, to unleash absolute divine chaos, and to invoke Final Desolation—a cataclysmic attack capable of obliterating both good and evil, threatening the very fabric of the universe itself.

  Their transformation rendered them impervious to holy magic, chaos, and blood magic, as well as spiritual assaults, soul manipulation, and any attempts at magical or energy absorption. Even when separated from their fusion, they retained the uncanny ability to mimic any power they encountered, whether it be sacred or profane, while remaining immune to the replication of their own formidable magic.

  In their evolution, they ascended to the rank of principalities, effortlessly shifting between their angelic forms and their higher arch demon personas. With each transformation, they embodied the duality of creation and destruction, a testament to the intricate balance of power that coursed through their veins. The world trembled at the thought of their awakening, for the sisters were no longer mere demons; they had become harbingers of chaos and order, wielding the fate of realms in their hands.

  My six demon subordinates, too, underwent a transformation, but I had grander plans for them. First was Beelzebub, whom I proclaimed a goddess, her power elevated to divine status. Next was Buer, who I also ordained as a goddess, granting her the unique ability to switch freely between her divine and demonic forms.

  The third was Mammon, who had long desired to be an angel. His request was granted, yet he chose to retain his demonic heritage, able to shift between an angel and a demon, or even merge the two to become a demonic angel—a being of both realms.

  Malebolgia, the fourth, accepted my offer to become an angel, taking on the title of the head of all principalities. Astra, the fifth, embraced his newfound divinity, becoming a god as he had always desired. Finally, there was Heylel, along with his myriad personalities, each with their own aspirations.

  The first of Heylel's personalities, Samuel, was reborn as Samael, merging with Yaldabaoth to become the god of angels—or, as some might say, the angel god. The second, Satan, retained his demonic appearance while evolving into a higher archdemon, capable of switching between a true demon lord and an angel.

  The third, Heylel himself, fused with the Son of the Morning and Lucifer, adopting the name Lucifer and ascending to the status of an angel god, much like Yaldabaoth. In this transformation, Lucifer gained additional abilities and divine cursed blessings known as the Soul System, which he could activate at will.

  The Soul System enabled him to draw upon and merge the powers of both heaven and hell, becoming a being known as Heaven's—Hell. He could manipulate the souls of mortals and immortals alike, wielding dominion over the very fabric of the universe and multiverse.

  With my newfound power and the loyalty of my transformed companions, I stood at the precipice of a new era, ready to reshape the world in my image. The battlefield, once a site of death and despair, now pulsed with the promise of rebirth and divine authority. Together, we would forge a destiny that would echo through the ages.

  With all matters settled, the Islanders began to evolve according to their various desires, just as they always had. I took to the sky, unleashing my divine cosmic blessings that enveloped all regions.

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  In the Federation, Metatron had been defeated by Kokoro, who resurrected him to become her right-hand man. Like every other region allied with the Federation, they emerged victorious despite the grave losses they had suffered. My divine blessings restored all that had been lost, and the dead rose once more, hope rekindled among the living.

  Yet, my work was not complete. I still had a promise to fulfill to Lady Death. In an instant, I vanished to the realm of death, where I met her. She had already given birth to twins, a male and a female, and was aware of my ascension. It was time for me to honor my commitment to her.

  I separated Life and Death into distinct, independent entities, permanently stabilizing their roles while ensuring that the balance between them remained intact. The bond they once shared as conjoined entities was now severed. Lady Death took on a permanent feminine form, embodying her female twin, while the male twin became the essence of Life.

  Life, in its masculine form, could switch between masculine and feminine, even becoming an androgynous being known as Lady Life or simply Eternal Life, embodying both life and death. With their personalities and entities now separated, they possessed free will, becoming endless, unknown, and all-encompassing, revealing themselves to whomever they chose.

  After this monumental task, Lady Death, now human, asked me to give her a name. I named her Delilah, and the moment I did, she transformed into a vision of beauty. Who would have thought that naming could hold such power? She was breathtaking, taller than I, an albino with multicolored eyes and long, flowing blond hair. Her smile was radiant, and to my surprise, she hugged me tightly, and I embraced her warmly in return.

  Delilah smiled and said, “The gods are mysterious, complicated, and sophisticated, but you, Joseph Benjamin Carmen, are beyond categorization. You’re all and none at the same time. I’ve never seen anyone like you.”

  I smiled back, “I’ll take that as a compliment. Even the gods have their flaws, despite their power and the worship or fear they inspire.”

  Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “But what sets you apart, Joseph, is that you regard none as superior. Your ways are magnificent; you only acknowledge others when they acknowledge you.”

  She paused, collecting her thoughts. “Most gods show favoritism, which creates the hierarchy among them. But you, Joseph, have somehow balanced the equation of individuality and equality. You’re a true enigma.”

  With that, we vanished to Sado Island, where she would live with us. Upon our arrival, I found that everything had been put in order, but I had other matters to attend to. I needed to check on how everyone was holding up after the crisis had been resolved.

  Delilah chose to stay behind on Sado Island after everything had settled, allowing me to take off and visit our allied regions. I wanted to see how they were faring, and to my delight, they were thriving. Regions that embraced the use of magic tech had experienced remarkable evolution, a direct result of my ascension to godhood.

  After visiting all but the Federation, which I saved for last, I was astounded by the transformations I witnessed. The Federation, a place I once thought had reached the pinnacle of evolution, was now undergoing an unprecedented metamorphosis.

  My discussion with Kokoro was brief yet intriguing. We exchanged stories about our experiences and the changes in our respective regions. What fascinated me most was Kokoro herself. As a high priestess goddess, she had the power to evolve into a high priestess demon overlord, yet she had chosen to deny that path. Despite rejecting that ranking, her powers had grown to a level that could rival even the mightiest demon overlords.

  When we checked her stats for confirmation, I was astonished. Her EP—Existence Points or Energy Points—was off the charts. I had initially thought it was on par with or slightly greater than a demon overlord, but it was far beyond that, surpassing even the strength of a demon king.

  Kokoro's evolution system had automatically skipped two rankings, elevating her to a status akin to a God King, though she preferred to be addressed as God Queen, Queen Goddess, or the Queen of the Gods. Now, she stood on par with the highest supernaturals, her aura spanning the Omniversal and Godverse.

  Moreover, she commanded authority over the highest angelic ranks, ruling over Dominions, Virtues, and Powers.

  “Whoa! That’s immense!” I exclaimed, genuinely astonished. “I’ve just ascended to godhood, and you’ve surpassed my current stats for sure.”

  “C’mon, Joseph! We both know that your ranking status is nothing compared to your level of power and the hidden abilities within you,” Kokoro replied with a warm smile, her laughter ringing like music. “After all, it was you who made it possible for me to achieve this greater height of power.”

  Speaking of hidden abilities, I shared with Kokoro what she had once told me about my own latent powers—something she hadn’t fully grasped at the time but could now comprehend. After our discussion, she used her Divine God Queen abilities to scan me and my essence. What she revealed left me stunned: a fragment of my XPT was attached to my being, evolving and still in the process of transformation.

  Kokoro explained that the evolution experienced by our allied regions through the use of XPT’s magic tech was a direct result of my fragment. However, she cautioned that this fragment had evolved beyond both our current abilities and ranking statuses, awaiting a final evolution before it could fully reveal itself to me.

  Hearing this was both exhilarating and daunting. I had long suspected that a fragment of my XPT resided within me, but I had eventually set aside those thoughts. Kokoro also mentioned that my XPT had been assisting me in ways I had yet to comprehend.

  As our conversation shifted, Kokoro’s tone turned cryptic. She informed me that her time of ascension was at hand. A chill ran down my spine, and I found myself questioning her, “Are you saying you’re about to die?”

  Kokoro laughed, a melodic sound that eased the tension in my chest. “No, silly! I’m not dying; I’m transforming. It’s a part of our tradition, a way to become one with my ancestors.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued, “And as for Maria, she’s more than ready to take my place. She’s been trained in every possible way and understands the system, my ascension, and the responsibilities that come with it.”

  Her confidence in Maria was infectious, and I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me. Maria, with her formidable power and knowledge, was indeed ready to step into her mother’s shoes. Somewhere in the ancestral plane, I imagined Grandma Haruko looking down upon us, a proud smile gracing her face.

  After our conversation, I returned to Sado Island, where the days unfolded in a rhythm of growth and prosperity. Our people thrived alongside our allies, and Delilah remained steadfast by my side. Her bond with the Islanders was a marvel to behold, and amidst the camaraderie, a deeper connection blossomed between us. Once known as Lady Death, she had shed her former identity to embrace her humanity, navigating the complexities of human life with grace. Though she initially struggled with the mundane tasks of daily life, she had become an expert in her own right, her determination shining through.

  As time passed, I found myself visiting the supernatural realm, engaging with other high-ranking beings. Many regarded my presence with unease, aware that my ascension had shifted the balance of power. Those who dared to challenge me or pose a threat were met with stern warnings; I would not hesitate to defend my position. The supernaturals—gods and monsters alike—were powerful, but I was undeterred by their might.

  After my discussion with the assembly of supernaturals—gods and monsters alike—I left their presence, the weight of their stern warning echoing in my mind. I understood that for many, the meeting had been a harbinger of fear; the thought of challenging me was daunting, a prospect that would not be taken lightly.

  From their celestial realms, some supernaturals gazed down upon me, their eyes burning with jealousy. They were determined to halt my ascent, to put an end to what they perceived as a disruption of the natural order. My audacity in breaking the established hierarchy, in elevating individuals to higher ranks without the toil they believed was necessary, had ruffled feathers among the divine.

  I had ascended to godhood not through conquest, but by the willing surrender of divinity from a couple of gods. With that power, I had transformed demons into angels, and mortals into deities, reshaping the supernatural hierarchy in ways that had never been seen before.

  As the gods and goddesses murmured among themselves after the meeting, a palpable tension filled the air. Some chose to remain passive, having witnessed my true strength and the hidden abilities yet to be awakened within me. They understood that challenging me could lead to their own undoing.

  “Should we act against him and fail, he will only grow stronger,” warned an elder goddess, her voice steady but laced with concern. “He would gain more godly powers, evolving beyond the ranks of a mere god, becoming a complete deity whose status would surpass our own.”

  Another god nodded in agreement, the gravity of her words resonating with the assembly. Yet, a faction of gods, goddesses, demons, and monsters remained undeterred. They were willing to gamble their lives, their divinity, and their very ranks in a desperate bid to end my reign. With their resolve set, they concluded their clandestine meeting, plotting the next steps in a game that could alter the fabric of existence itself.