The Red Emperor Dragon Of Another World

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A deathly silence fell inside the submarine when the ball of light passed through the windows. It didn't matter if they were fallen angels or humans, they all began to whisper the words: God and Father. No one could deny that the presence belonged to that person; the biblical God. The one who reigned over the Heavens; that God who created the angels. Said being, who created Lilith, Adam and Eve. The one who hated dragons and loved humanity.





Jon felt that his presence was warm, but also a little oppressive. His voice was calm, but also heavy. He was supposed to be dead, but here he was, apparently still alive.





"How?!", Sahariel decided to ask as tears fell down her cheeks. "How are you alive?! Father!"





"..... Alive?", after a bit of silence, God answered. "Sadly, I'm already dead. What you see right now is just a small part of me that I left behind to guard this place. You kids shouldn't have come this far."





"You're not telling me where to go, you bastard!" Ddraig roared at that moment, causing Jon to sweat in fear. They were facing God! Not a normal God, but the one who created Sacred Gears and angels! An existence that would definitely be at the top of the most powerful list if he were still alive. He wasn't an opponent they could defeat right now!





"That voice... Is it you, Ddraig? If you're with that child, it must have been a while."





"Don't give me your greetings, Yahweh. I still hate you, you know?"





"Is that so? Even in this form, which is a mere echo, I can still feel emotions. To me, you seem quite at ease. Is it because of that child? He's a... Huh...? You, child, aren't you from Earth?"





"Uh... No?" Jon didn't really know how to behave.





"No wonder! You feel different."





"My partner is not for you to analyze, twinkles!"





"Haaa~ Calm down, Ddraig. I was just impressed to see a human from another place. I, as a God bound to humanity, can tell. I was just curious, you don't have to be so defensive."





"You destroyed my body!"





".... You were too destructive."





"No! What's with that silence at the beginning?! You definitely resented me!"





"Anyway, Sahariel," Yahweh decided to ignore Ddraig. "Why have you descended to this place?"





Sahariel looked at the ball of light longingly as she replied. "Investigations. Jon, as he is not from Earth, began to investigate ways to return home. Sirzechs, the current Demon King Lucifer contacted Azazel, who began to build a ship like a Vimana and a Skidbladnir as a base. However, we need Orichalcum to run the ship's core reactor."





Sighing to take a break from her father's presence, Sahariel continued shortly after. "I knew that a meteorite fell in Antarctica a while ago. We managed to take some a while back, but it was used for Azazel to create an artificial sacred gear. Now we were hoping to find more in the depths of the Antarctic ocean."





The ball of light that was Yahweh vibrated for a moment. "Current Demon King Lucifer? That's right, he died alongside me... What is the current one like?"





"Well?" Sahariel replied with some doubt. "I mean, the Underworld doesn't work like it used to. They left the business of suffering, domination, and soul-stealing in the past. Many humans have joined their ranks through a process of reincarnation. Of course, evildoers don't cease to exist, but even if the enmity between the three sides continues, a peace agreement is already being sought to form a full alliance."





"That... Haaa~ What a pity, I'd like to witness those kinds of changes. Well, it really can't be helped."





"Father..." Sahariel decided to ask an important question. "What did you seal in that place?"


Yahweh was silent for a long moment, until he moved softly until he came to the side of Sahariel, who could feel the presence of God much better. Once upon a time, when he and the rest of the fallen, could feel that warm presence above their heads. Sahariel, as an angel, was not a really powerful existence, but it is not like he committed heinous crimes either. His mistake was feeling love for a human woman, a love so great that it made him sleep with her. And all the fallen who descended from the Fifth Heaven, went through similar things, including Azazel.





"That...", Sahariel came out of his thoughts when he heard his father's voice. "It's not like I can stop them anyway, but proceed with caution. They may be able to pass through the seals, but they will definitely enter into a life or death struggle."





"EH!", Ddraig raised his voice. "It seems that you could not predict this."





"Not really," Yaweh easily acknowledged. "My predictions are tied to Earth's humanity. And that child is from outside, an inhabitant of another world. Unfortunately, or fortunately, however you want to look at it, that child is not tied to Earth. And you must be careful boy, your actions can bring about changes both good and bad."





"It doesn't matter if something bad appears! Jon will become the strongest Emperor Dragon of the past and the future. I know it. I can feel it in my scales."





"Then it's good, Ddraig. Because in this world, there exist two extremely dangerous things. This is the first, and the second, the one that bears the number of the beast, is sealed somewhere else."





"Trihexa?!" Sahariel exclaimed in shock.





"That very one. It was the true cause of my weakness in the Great War. I had to deploy thousands of forbidden seals on the Emperor Beast of the Apocalypse in order to properly seal it."





"The... Thing... that is sealed in front of you, does not come from this world. It is an alien thing. It is not human, it is not even made of flesh and bones. It is a machine from beyond the solar system."





"What?!", Sahariel shouted once more, while all the technicians of the submarine whispered in disbelief.





"If it were not for the fact that it can detect its appearance, then the Earth would have been finished millions of years ago."





"Can you tell us anything else, Father?", Sahariel asked worriedly. "How strong is it?"





"Fortunately, it cannot use magic. All of its attacks are based on advanced technology. When it was alive and I came to stop it, I was able to disconnect its communication systems and GPS, so the civilization that sent it does not know where the Earth is. They can fight with everything they have without problems. I will accompany them during the battle."





"It seems that you want us to face it. Even though you said that it was better not to enter," Jon commented for the first time.





"You're right, kid. Even though I'd rather they live, leaving that thing is too dangerous."





Jon frowned. "Do we have a chance?"





"I said it would be a life-or-death battle, but not that it's an unwinnable battle."





Sahariel frowned before starting to work on the holographic terminal. Soon, Azazel appeared on the video call.





"Sahariel?"





"Oh, isn't that Azazel? How nostalgic..."





Azazel froze upon hearing that voice. His smile trembled as his eyes trembled slightly. "Hey, that voice..."





"There's no time!" Sahariel interrupted him. "Azazel, we've discovered a dimension created and sealed by Father long ago. According to the echo it left behind, it's a mechanical life form from outside the solar system... We'll go in!"


"What?! Wait a minute, Sahariel! I'm confused right now. An echo of Father? Mechanical lifeform? Seals? Nothing makes sense!"





"Azazel!" Sahariel raised his voice as he looked down. "I... right now, I want to. Please, just once. Just once, let me make things right."





"I think my fallen comrades may feel the same way. No one here regrets loving. But... we regret walking away from his grace. So, please..."





Azazel had a look filled with pain as he looked at Sahariel.





"You... Fine... Just... make sure you come home! Jon!"





"Yes, Azazel?"





"Please take care of him."





"I can't promise anything, but I'll do what I can."





"That's enough..." Azazel nodded before falling silent for a few moments. "You're there, aren't you, old man? Listen, if my brothers don't come back, even if you're dead, I'll really hate you. This... this kind of thing isn't something you can just do. Appearing out of nowhere! Spouting this kind of crap and then asking them to go to war with something completely unknown to them!"





"You can't just think it's okay because of who you are!"





Yahweh gently moved until he was standing above Sahariel's head. And, for an instant, Azazel thought he was seeing his brother in the form of an angel. "I never intended to cause harm to my children. Although... I have to say, I never thought they would feel this way, as Sahariel showed. Perhaps... I was a little harsh in the past."





Looking at the ball that was his father's echo, Azazel frowned. "Why? This is something I always wanted to ask, but never could: Why did you push us away simply for loving human women? Would it have been fine if they were angels like we were back then?"





"I've never hated humanity, my child. Never. And it was never because those women were humans. Love is a universal thing, everyone has at least a little of it, even the most twisted people. But did you ever wonder why humans were born? Or, why did I get angry when Adam and Eve ate the fruit of knowledge? Humans have the greatest potential; they are born weak, but with enough, they can be the strongest. They can persevere in incredible ways, to the point that their desires serve as a method of propulsion in the sacred gear. However, they can also use their strengths for evil."





"If I didn't do anything with you, the others would think that what you did was right. At that point, wouldn't everyone have fallen?"





Azazel looked to the side, as if he was avoiding God's gaze. He clicked his tongue, "Tch," before sighing.





"I hope you don't die, Sahariel."





"I won't," the fallen angel declared with a confident smile. When the communication ended, he looked to the side. "Let's move forward. We're going to break through the seals."





"Aye!"





Sahariel walked quickly in front of everyone as the submarine sped forward. "Guys, I fully understand that I'm being selfish right now! Anyone who doesn't want to get out can stay safe in the submarine! I don't expect you to fight by my side, not with something like this coming out so suddenly."





"Oh, shut your mouth, you thigh-dead maniac. We'll fight with everything!" a human growled at that moment. "Anyway, we can't look like cowards with God here, right next to us."





Sahariel coughed at being called such a derogatory name.





"It's been a while since I fought by his side. Even if it's just an echo of his true self, I'll give my all in this battle."





"True. I agree."


"Even though we fell from your grace, I cannot regret the love I felt. Still, I want to fight by your side, would you let me?" a fallen asked with a slightly hesitant tone.





Yahweh trembled for a moment, feeling the determination, the love, and the voices of everyone.





"My children, I am proud of you all. Thank you for listening to this old man."





Jon, watching from the front, smiled at the determination in everyone's eyes. He turned his body and looked forward, watching as they slowly broke through the seals. He didn't know how it worked that way, perhaps because of the presence of God, but they were entering. And together with Sahariel, they were the first to see the mechanical life form inside the dimensional space.





There were mountains surrounding the place, right in a huge field torn apart on all sides. Craters, ditches, and rocks piled up everywhere. Right in the center, where there was a large crater, was what looked like a large animal, almost like a spider. Huge, long, sharp-pointed legs. A triangle-shaped head and what looked like an oval-shaped shell with lights flashing in a light blue color.





Yahweh came over to speak to them at that moment.





"After I confronted it, I was able to decipher the information in its database. Its name, or rather, its designation is: Stellar Harvesting and Predation Device. It is a machine sent to different planets to search for, target, and eliminate intelligent life for later harvesting."





"Why didn't you destroy it?" Jon asked doubtfully. The closer he got, the more doubtful he was about Yahweh's reason for not destroying that thing. It was too dangerous to even keep it sealed!





"I couldn't."





"Huh?"





"Fighting that thing, it might not wear me down enough, but I still spent some time on it. It's not that it's extremely strong, it's that it had no concept of death. It's literally a machine created for extermination. Its materials don't even come from this galaxy. And probably, the beings behind it, are existences that surpass normal Gods."





"The seals here aren't just to maintain it, but also to grant it a concept of death to be destroyed."





"How screwed," even Ddraig couldn't help but comment on such a thing. After all, for everyone present except for Yahweh, it was the first time they heard of something that had no concept of death. In the world, even stones had a concept of death; even if a lot of time passed, in the end, a rock would end up being eroded to the end. But that thing, the Star Harvesting and Predation Device, didn't have it.





It was too weird!





"I guess we'll just have to go all out from the start, huh, Ddraig?"





"We have to push our limits!"





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Star Harvesting and Predation Device. A star weapon created by an unknown star civilization, originating from an unknown galaxy. Yahweh, who had fought against it to grant it a concept of death, didn't even fully know what it was made of. Its body seemed to be a mix between a spider and a beetle, with ten thick, pointed legs it was simply too weird. The surface was a matte black color, but it shone with different colors, as if it were glass that emitted different colors. It was hard, soft, cold, and hot, all at the same time.





According to God, metal was harder, more flexible, more resistant to temperature, and sharper than any substance on Earth. And in this world, where everything had a concept of death, the Star Harvesting and Predation Device (SHPD) was simply an extermination machine. It was so much so, that if it weren't for Yahweh, then Great Red would be the only one who could stand up to it with his ability to turn dreams into reality and reality into dreams.





As they inched closer to the mechanical lifeform, Sahariel began giving out orders.





"I want everyone to fight at their full power! No holding back!"





"Danel! Use the transport circle to bring in the support weapon!"





"Agniel, I want you to begin brewing the potions!"





"Jon... Could you start? Out of everyone, you're the one who can steadily increase your power the most. We need an estimate of your true power before we really fight."





"Understood," Jon nodded before turning around to exit the submarine. Right now they were flying over the SHPD at high altitude, almost touching the seals of God. As he was climbing the stairs to reach the hatch, he noticed Yahweh following him.





"Are you coming too?"





"Even though I can't fight, I can offer you some help in the form of information."





Jon glanced at him out of the corner of his eye before nodding. "Thank you..."





As they stepped outside, Jon narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked down. "Ddraig. I think you already know what to do in case things go awry."





"I know. You just focus on fighting. Leave the rest to me, partner."





"Alright...." Jon began to rise with flight magic before slowly inhaling and closing his eyes. His aura began to grow as the Boosted Gear appeared on his left arm.





"Come on!" shouting loudly to give himself encouragement, scarlet light immediately surrounded him.





"[Red Dragon of Domination!!]"





Jon's power exploded at that moment, filling the surrounding area with an oppressive feeling. Yahweh, who was watching closely, was shocked by what he was seeing. "This… isn't something I've determined for the Boosted Gear. As expected, even if it's not a human from Earth, it still has that ability to surpass its limits. Wonderful."





"Mm?..." Yahweh looked towards the SHPD, who began to move, sensing Jon's aura. "Be careful boy, that thing has absorption capabilities! From the back, which looks like a shell, it can pull out tentacle-like things to absorb powers."





"Got it!" Jon said before his wings unfolded behind him. The Boosted Gear's green gem glowed on his chest, held in place by an armor plate. His eyes flashed as he moved forward at sonic speeds.





"[Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost]"


Jon watched as the SHPD began to make weird noises as it stood up. It was a mix of squeals, creaks, and weird static. He didn't know if it was its ability to speak in an unknown language or if it was just the sound created by the movements of its mechanical body. Regardless, he began to dodge as platinum-colored metallic tentacles shot out towards him. Each of these tentacles actually looked like thin strands with blue glows. If it weren't for the glow they emitted, it would really be hard to see them.





"Let's see how tough you really are first!" Jon said as he increased his speed and clenched his right fist. Then, when he reached one of its front legs, he noticed for the first time how huge it was. Perhaps over fifty meters tall, with legs thicker than ten elephants put together.





"[Penetrate]"





BOOOOOOOOM!





Jon's fist made contact with the limb, causing a loud bang. The wind roared and the paw trembled, but Jon's eyes only showed disbelief. On the surface, there was only a small crack that showed how little damage had been done. The ground had crumbled beneath him, causing the machine to move slightly, but little did the powerful blow do.





"You've got to be kidding me."





"Careful, Jon!" Ddraig shouted just in time for Jon to back away. Platinum-colored strands had almost caught him in that moment. But that wasn't all; with a painful noise to the ears, the SHPD moved forward for the first time. Its triangular head, almost like that of a mantis, rose to look down at Jon. Its legs walked, causing the ground beneath him to constantly tremble.





Jon moved, flying backwards, moving sideways and spinning as he wrapped his wings around his body. Those strands really were fast to the point where Jon felt sweat begin to run down his cheeks. He was nervous, and perhaps a little scared. It was the first time he felt a mortal danger in his life. Not even Roygun, with his powerful blows, caused that kind of sensation.





The wind roared in his ears, as did the sound of his heart beating as he looked at the mechanical, alien life form. That thing, which was standing on ten legs, was not human. Despite being a life form, it did not even have an aura or feeling that told him it was there, it was only by its figure that he could tell it existed.





How terrible was that? If something like that had fallen to Earth in this Age unseen or unforeseen, then no one would discover it. Its job was to prey on intelligent living beings and harvest the planet for the civilization that created it. And so it would have done if it weren't for God.





Jon gritted his teeth before he stopped dead in his tracks. Strands ran towards his body, but he opened his mouth before spitting out a powerful sea of flames. The fire spread out to the sides and surged through like a tidal wave as it tried to burn through the SHPD's absorption devices. Jon didn't stop and continued to constantly breathe out the flames that were the closest thing to the soul-incinerating attack that Ddraig had in life.





"Underneath!" Ddraig suddenly shouted, causing Jon to move two steps back and close his mouth. In front of his eyes, he could see more strands coming from the ground. And when he moved further away, he noticed that thing had sent them under the ground to trap him.





Yahweh appeared on the side of his head at that moment. "You must not use magic, boy!"





"Why?!" Jon asked as he backed up once more and advanced to the side, to try and flank the metal beast.





"His previous lack of a concept of death was a nuisance! However, those things can also absorb magic to regenerate the body. The result of a spell will hurt him, though..."





"So he can absorb magic, but not the result of a spell. Isn't it impossible to damage him with magic? Even if an explosion does some damage to him, the residue of magic will heal him."





"Yes... Regrettably," Yahweh sighed.


Jon gritted his teeth as he looked sideways at the SHPD. The beast began to move faster as it spun towards him. Its paws stomped, kicking up clouds of dust. Then, as its eyes glowed blue, a strange substance began to pour out of the tips of its paws. It fell and collapsed before turning into waves that began to devour the entire ground, leaving behind a platinum-colored landscape.





"What is that?!"





"Impossible… I shouldn't be able to use that!" Yahweh exclaimed in surprise. "I wasn't supposed to have the energy for that!"





"What?!" Jon looked at the ball of light off to the side as it began to walk away.





"That is its ability to prey. Anything that substance touches becomes something out of this world. If the strands are its ability to harvest, then the substance is its ability to prey. With one it harvests memories, information, knowledge, powers, and life, while with the other it preys on the world to extinction."





Jon gritted his teeth before looking at God. "Go to Sahariel! Tell her I will hold out as long as I can, but I better prepare other things! We need weapons powerful enough to attack without magic!"





"You..." Yahweh looked at Jon. And although he didn't have a face to express his emotions, the voice was enough to show his surprise.





"Please, sir! If we don't have enough equipment, we won't be able to win! This is a situation that went beyond everyone's expectations, even yours!"





".... Fine. Hang in there, boy!" Yahweh flew off at that moment, leaving Jon behind as he continued to dodge the SHPD's Harvest Strands.





"Hey, Ddraig. You think... ?"





"Is there another alternative, partner? We're going all out!" Ddraig asked before roaring loudly. "Even if we die here, I can say that you're my best host."





Jon smirked before nodding and raising his arm. His eyes closed for a moment before green orbs began to emerge from his body. His aura soared to unprecedented levels for him. Waves of scarlet power began to create shockwaves around him, repelling the Harvest Strands that tried to take everything from him.





When Jon opened his eyes, they glowed with an unearthly green color.





"I, the one who will awaken..."





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"The recorded data has surpassed Supreme Class!" one of the technicians shouted inside the submarine's cabin.




"The platinum-colored substance is something we can't record in our database! It doesn't exist within Planet Earth, not even on the Moon! Its main function seems to be to transform everything into a different environment. Sir, I think it's terraforming the planet into what your world should be!"




Sahariel gritted her teeth as she listened.




"Danel… ! How's the equipment transportation going?!"




"It's still missing, Sahariel!" Danel shouted as he was monitoring the magic and things being transported to the cargo hold. "We've been able to bring protective and attack equipment, but the resistance potions and phoenix tears are missing, as well as the equipment you asked Azazel-san to bring."




"What did you ask Azazel for?" Yahweh asked seriously.




"Weapons," Sahariel replied. "Over time, we've been able to collect some important weapons from history. Not too many, but enough for Jon, myself, and others to fight more closely."




"What happened to the strongest sword?"




"That..." Sahariel looked at her father in doubt for a moment, until she sighed and shook her head. "Sadly, it was broken in the past. Now there are only swords left that were created using the pieces."




Yahweh sighed heavily. "So many things have happened with the change of the ages. It's kind of sad."




"Can't you help with anything else, Father?" Sahariel asked respectfully.




"I am an Echo of the God that existed in the past, Sahariel. Even though I have his memories, I am not the same. Not exactly. I do not possess a great deal of power and abilities. I am just a remnant that keeps the seals working."




"I see. Then—" Sahariel had to stop abruptly as she felt goosebumps rising on her skin and her hair standing up. A crimson light and green dots flashed in the distance.




"That's it... !" Yahweh exclaimed in shock. "I can't believe that kid is doing that."




Sahariel's eyes widened as she looked at the light that was created by Jon's power. Then, everyone heard his voice.




"I, the one who is about to wake up..."




"Quick! We can't waste any more time, we have to go and help him!" Sahariel shouted as she turned around. She started running to the door before opening it. "I want everyone to get ready right now! The real battle has already begun!"




Everyone shouted before following him. No one was left behind, inside the cabin, except for Yahweh, who looked at Jon, who was about to surpass a point of no return.




"I… I wonder if…" vibrating slightly, Yahweh seemed to have doubts.




. . . .




"(It began)," a soft voice sounded near Jon's ears as the green spheres continued to flicker around him. Waves of scarlet power began to swirl throughout his body as beams of light began to explode.




"(It has begun)," voices came from all around. They were the consciousnesses of the previous Boosted Gear users. The seals that kept their negative emotions at bay were released as Jon began to activate the Juggernaut Drive.




As Jon chanted, he was not only releasing that sealed power, but also the hatred of everyone. His body began to transform once again, starting with his wings, which stopped having membranes, to become some sort of pointed, twisted limbs with green gems all over them.




"I am the Heavenly Dragon that stole God's principles of domination."




His body began to grow in size as his limbs forcefully changed. His hands and feet transformed into claws while his arms and legs into large, heavy dragon limbs.




"(It's always been like this)," a woman's voice rang out, with a slightly sad tone.




"(That's right. It's always been like this)," an old man muttered in a tired voice.




"I laugh at the infinite and pity the dream."




His head was beginning to become like a red dragon, similar to the Ddraig. Golden horns emerged from the side of his neck and head.




"(The world calls you)."




"(The world rejects you)."




"I will become the Red Dragon of Domination."




Red mist surrounded Jon, as if it were his own blood evaporating. His aura continued to grow non-stop, surrounded by a red and green glow as he grew larger and larger, until he stood on two legs and roared loudly.




"(... It's always been power.)"




"(... It's always been love.)"




"(No matter the time, you always choose the path to ruin!)"




"And I will sink you into the depths of crimson purgatory!"




With his final prayer for the chant, a shockwave and a blinding explosion were released. The ship above him began to be dragged away as the ground beneath him was destroyed. The substance that was turning the ground into an alien form, stopped at the power so dominant and destructive before it began to crack.




"Groooaaaaaahh!", a terrifying roar came from Jon's mouth, now transforming into his Juggernaut Drive form. Aura spheres were created around his mouth before he began firing them towards the SHPD. Explosions sparkled the battlefield as a high-pitched noise came from the mechanical lifeform as it was forced back.




Sahariel, who had already left with everyone else, watched worriedly as they saw Jon's transformation.




"Is it too late?", gritting his teeth, Sahariel found himself lost after a long time in his life. He knew perfectly well that this form made the users lose their minds from all the hatred and power that consumed them.




"No, not yet."




"Father?", Sahariel looked at Yahweh, who suddenly approached.




"Listen. I can help him. It's the only thing I can really do in this situation. However, after that, you'll have to hold out until he recovers a bit. Can you do that?"




"Of course! We're no longer those children you had to take care of so long ago," Sahariel replied confidently.




"The AL prototype is ready, Sahariel!"




"Perfect. Father, we now await your outcome... whatever you have in mind."




"Good... Then, I'm leaving now. This is probably our last talk. My children, despite what happened in the past, I never hated you. You might have been wrong, but I can fully understand that you're now united, seeking peace for your loved ones, brothers, and friends."




Yahweh trembled slightly before shooting off like a shooting star. His small figure began to widen in all directions as he left a trail behind him. He began to approach Jon, who was firing at the SHPD non-stop, creating pure destruction with each step. His roars echoed throughout the created dimensional space. Even though it looked like a beast without control or mind, it was firing only at its enemy.




It seemed like there was still some rationality left inside.




When Yahweh flew across the sky and reached Jon, he entered his body directly. Everything stopped at that moment. There were no sounds or roars; there were no explosions or blinding lights. Just Jon's figure that began to recede into that of a normal human before slowly falling.




"Now! Attack!" Sahariel shouted loudly as she flapped her wings vigorously. The entire group, a total of thirty, men and women, fallen angels and humans, flew together towards the enemy that wanted to devour the planet.




Each one had backpacks with cannons sticking out from their shoulders or hips. Some had swords, others had spears and halberds. A few even just had shields. Each weapon was created with the idea of being a sacred gear, but all resulted in failed attempts. Still, they had enough power to cause destruction.




Then, as one, they unleashed attacks that flew like lightning towards the SHPD.




. . . . .




In a white space, Jon gritted his teeth as he listened to the voices of the previous users. Shouts filled with hatred, envy, sadness, and rage. Each of those figures sitting around him, emanated a dark mist, as if representing all the negativity they emitted.




"You... Senseless fools!" Jon shouted angrily. "Even if you failed in the past, don't get in my way!"




"And what is that path?" Jon turned his head, seeing a woman walking towards him, showing a curious expression. She was blonde, with slightly wavy hair. Bright green eyes and a figure that any woman would envy. She was wearing a purple dress.




"You... Are you... Elsha?" Jon asked with a headache.




"Yes. I am Elsha, the most powerful woman to wield the Boosted Gear, and also the second strongest user." Elsha nodded as she came a little closer. "But, tell me, what path are you talking about?"




Jon didn't answer right away, but instead stared curiously.




"Everyone here has been on a certain path. They chose it themselves. A path ruled by lust, a path ruled by dominance, a path ruled by emotion... So many paths, but each one only found despair."




"What makes you think you can be different?"




"I... I'm just a human, Elsha," Jon growled before standing up straighter, facing the most powerful woman who used the Boosted Gear.




"For me, who had nothing, always being oppressed by the way I was born, there is only one path. The only way I can do things without anyone stopping me... And that is freedom."




"Freedom?" Elsha asked confused. "I think here, at least for a small moment, they achieved freedom."




"Really?" Jon asked before snorting. "Is it really freedom when you're obsessed with the power of the Boosted Gear?"




Looking back at all the figures of the previous users. "They all used Ddraig as a weapon, a method to get what they wanted. To me, that overly excited dragon is a friend, a brother. We fight together and die together. Even though he can't eat, he enjoys smelling food and watching me cook. He likes watching anime, but also arguing with people."




Jon glanced at her out of the corner of his eye at that moment. "From the moment I became the Red Dragon Emperor, we've enjoyed every moment. That's my... No, that's our freedom. We enjoy every moment we have, whether it's in battle or just cooking. And right now, that junk from outer space not only wants to take away my freedom, but also my dear friend."




Jon wanted freedom. He wanted the right to refuse or accept things. He dreamed of being able to become someone amazing, but he also wanted to refuse if someone imposed it on him. In short, to live life without others deciding for him. He wasn't a person who wished to commit crimes or do bad things. He looked forward to sitting on his couch watching anime with Ddraig when he was too tired of other things, he longed to be able to enjoy life without being pointed at for being a bastard.




He wanted to find a woman he could share his joys with. He wished to work if he wanted to or just fight fun battles.




This is why Jon had fallen in love with the planet called Earth - it was a place where he could do all those things. And also, it's why he appreciated Ddraig so much, who was the reason he could be strong so he wouldn't be stopped by others.




"There's no way I'm going to let these fools too blinded by their hatred stop me!"




".... I see...", Elsha closed her eyes before smiling. "You really do have a bond with Ddraig that we couldn't have. It's not because you carry his blood inside you, it's because you consider him as family."




"Well said, Jon!"




The golden light of God appeared above them, along with Yahweh's voice.




"That person managed to get in..." Elsha made a small face. "I wonder what will happen next."




"What are you doing in here, sir?" Jon asked in confusion.




"The ties that bind you and Ddraig, I could see them. The love you feel for each other, I could feel it. Even though I left behind the so-called [Error], known as [Balance Breaker], in case humans need to upset the balance of the world, Juggernaut Drive is different. It is not something left behind in case, it was left behind because I was unable to completely seal the entirety of certain untamable creatures."




"Wishes and imagination are an extremely powerful weapon," Yahweh commented softly.




"I will use my remaining power to change the balance of the battle."




"Wait! If you do that, then the seals holding the area back!"




"Yes... The seals will begin to fade."




"Then…"




"I will trust you and Ddraig, Jon Snow," Yahweh said confidently. "So, are you ready?"




Jon fell silent before nodding seriously.




"Come on. There's no way I'm giving up so easily. I still have to do a lot of things with Ddraig and show him my homeworld."




The golden light filled the white space, starting from above. Elsha, who was watching intently, smiled softly as she closed her eyes. "A path of freedom that even God approves of, huh? I didn't expect it, but it will certainly be interesting to watch."




"I hope you can do great things, Jon Snow."




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Sahariel was sweating as she cut through the harvest strands with her sword. Sweat covered her face as she flew around, using the cannons held by a backpack on her back and aimed from her hip. Huge spheres were fired as she backed away flapping her dark wings. Her thick glasses were cracked as she watched as SHPD relentlessly advanced, turning all of space into an alien land.

Her team fought in the skies, flying on dark wings or using flight magic to sustain themselves. The sky at that moment, was a cacophony of explosions and shockwaves. The darkness of space, was driven away by the brightness of all the unleashed attacks.

Some had died, being absorbed into the strands. It was a terrible sight, being impaled before they began to dry out like mummies. Their skin cracked and turned dark, while the hair on their heads fell out until nothing remained. Her eyes turned raisins as her life force was absorbed, along with knowledge, ideas, dreams, and everything else. In the end, only dust remained, swept away by the shockwaves.

Sahariel couldn't understand it. How could a machine absorb life force? Why would it need it, if it was a machine? Could its core, the thing that made it work, be supplied with different energy sources?

Gritting her teeth at how unfamiliar SHPD was even with the information provided by God, Sahariel began to charge as the sword she held, emitted a glow. A white light began to emanate, followed by a dark, almost dark purple light. This sword that Sahariel held, was not normal. It was a legendary sword that Grigori was able to take after a certain incident in the past. The sword belonged to one of the knights of the round table, in Camelot. It was a weapon that, at first, was supposed to be a holy weapon. But, with its owner's descent into madness, it ended up being a demonic sword.

In this way, it became a legendary sword with a dual Holy-Demonic nature. The main elements within it were not balanced, making it difficult to unleash its true power. However, Sahariel was someone who was thousands of years old, a fallen angel who saw and experienced many things. For someone like him, it was not that difficult to achieve a balance of that dual nature for a moment.

As he flew charging his attack, he looked for a place that was slightly damaged. Everyone was focused on the ten legs, to achieve the goal of breaking them and not letting SHPD advance any further. As he felt the wind touch his face, Sahariel narrowed his eyes slightly, until he saw a strange crack on one of the front legs. It seemed to be regenerating, but it was taking longer than usual, and from the dark lines that made up the crack, a kind of liquid was coming out.

"There!" Sahariel decided before turning to the left as she gripped Arondight's hilt with both hands. She inhaled sharply before holding her breath. The mass of energy that formed around the blade shot out to the side as Sahariel swung the sword.

"Go, Arondight!" she shouted loudly, brandishing the Holy-Demonic weapon with all her might. A thick beam of dark and white light shot out, creating a gigantic crescent. SHPD's leg withstood the blow for a moment, before a loud crack echoed out. The exo-skeleton shattered with the attack, revealing the inside, which seemed empty, except for a strange glowing liquid that spilled everywhere.

"Argh!" Sahariel shouted before charging once, stabbing Arondight into that spot and unleashing all of her power in a single point. She raised her arms as she growled, snapping the first of the ten legs. A strange sound came from the machine as it moved erratically for a moment.

"Dodge as much as you can!" Sahariel snapped. "Focus your attacks on a single leg until it's destroyed!!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Almost instantly, everyone flew around the legs as they unloaded their weapons at a single point. The harvest strands spun, twisted, and flew all around, attempting to grab someone to drain all of their existence.

Sahariel gasped as he began to rise, preparing his next attack. He tightened his grip on Arondight as he released all of his remaining aura.

"I don't have that much energy left anyway. Tch, how pathetic. Despite being thousands of years old, this damn thing made me expend almost all of it for a single leg," muttering to himself, Sahariel felt helpless at his weakness. He was a man of intelligence and research. He enjoyed spending time in a lab, studying and learning new things. He wasn't one to be on the front lines, not before or now.

Sighing, he promised himself that if he made it out alive, he would train more often.

"Huh?" Sahariel raised his head as his ears felt a noise. It was short, but it clearly came from the hundreds of seals placed by God. His eyes soon opened wide in pure disbelief. Those circles that created a wall around the dimensional space and held it up at the same time, cracked. As if they were glass, cracks appeared as they spread out like spider webs everywhere.

"No… So soon?" Sahariel frowned, moving out of the way as a gap appeared, causing water to begin to fall from the sky. The icy water of the Antarctic Ocean had begun to invade the battle space. And when he thought that he would need to maintain the seals with his own power, something else made him open his mouth, dumbfounded by what his eyes saw.

From the hole that let in the icy ocean water, a figure also appeared. It was large, wide, and tall, to the point that it seemed to be trapped between the seal and the gap that opened. But then, everything exploded.

"NO!!", Sahariel roared as all the magic circles exploded, creating a shower of light. Behind her, the ocean was crashing down with all its power.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!! You don't have to worry, Sahariel! Fool!! Did you really think I would let you fight a damn alien machine alone?!"

"A- A- Azazel?", Sahariel asked as she saw her friend with all his wings spread out behind his back. Right beside her, just a step behind, were Barakiel, Penemue, and Tamiel. Looking at her friends and brothers, Sahariel felt like crying.

"Y- You…", as she looked at Azazel, she also noticed several fallen angels raising their hands around the battlefield, forming seals to stop the ocean and enclose the place once more. They might not be as strong as the ones God created, but they would hold back enough to hold back the sea.

"Like I said: there's no way I'm letting you two fight that thing alone," Azazel frowned as he raised a finger and pointed at DCDE.

"So… what makes it special?" Penemue asked with her hands on her hips.

"It's… It's…" Sahariel gulped. "It's a ship from an unknown civilization. According to Father, it's called the Stellar Harvesting and Predation Device. It shoots out strands that are capable of swallowing the existence of intelligent living beings. And if that wasn't enough, it's capable of terraforming the ground it steps on, changing everything to what it should be on the planet it was built on."

"You can't use magic, guys! That thing feeds and regenerates!"

"Such a thing…" Barakiel frowned immediately.

"If it wasn't for Jon, who used Penetrate on one of its legs, then I couldn't have destroyed it with Arondight."

"Jon? Where is it?"

".... He entered Juggernaut Drive to give us time while he fought and we transported all the stuff. Right now, Father is helping him inside."

"I see...", Azazel looked where Sahariel pointed. Jon was on the ground, lying down with his eyes closed and blood dripping down various sides of his body.

"You heard Sahariel, boys! No magic! No touching strange things!"

"Understood," Penemue nodded.

"Can't we transport him somewhere else?", Barakiel asked.

"Where?" Sahariel replied. "Even if we send him into space, it could be worse. There's a chance he'll travel to another place on Earth and escape. At that point, he'll be impossible to kill. I already told you, he absorbs living beings to harvest knowledge and ideas, he uses life force to regenerate. I'm not even able to fully understand it!"

"Sahariel…" Azazel called. "Go to Jon. When he wakes up, give him phoenix tears and a stamina potion. Also, you have the sword, right?"

"Yes. He's with me. I was planning on giving it to him, but…"

"Fine. Go."

Sahariel didn't make himself begged and immediately flew towards Jon. She watched out of the corner of her eye as everyone continued to fight around SHPD, who continued their advance towards what was now Azazel's group.

"Is he able to determine the strongest person awake? It wouldn't be unusual for him to have that ability. He probably wants to devour Azazel." Sahariel shook her head. Her concern, right now, wasn't Azazel. She knew her friend was capable of taking care of himself.

When she reached Jon, she saw the blood covering his chest, arms, and legs. His hair was messy and he was pale. Sahariel carefully took his head before taking out a vial of phoenix tears. Carefully, she dropped the liquid into Jon's mouth. She moved his throat and jaw a little, so he could lower it.

Jon's body glowed slightly as his wounds were healed at an impressive speed. He still had blood stains, but they were nothing at the moment. All his blood, wounds, and exhaustion were healed. His eyelids trembled slightly for a couple of seconds before he opened his eyes.

"Sahariel?"

"Jon… it's good to see you safe. Can you continue fighting?"

"Of course," Jon growled as he stood up. "Right now… I feel stronger than ever."

The Boosted Gear appeared on his left arm before he entered his normal Balance Breaker state. Sahariel looked on curiously, watching as he raised his arm and began chanting once more.

"Wait, Jon! If you enter Juggernaut Drive once more, it will be too dangerous for others to fight!"

"Don't worry… this isn't Juggernaut Drive," Jon turned his head, showing that he now had a golden-colored eye. His power was released once more. The green spheres were nowhere to be seen, it was only his aura being released. A golden light was born from his chest as a crimson light surrounded him.

"I, the one who has awakened…"

"I am the Red Dragon Emperor who upholds the principle of God's domination."

"Enduring infinite hope and unbreakable dreams."

"I will become the True Crimson Emperor."

"And I will lead you down the path of freedom, which shines with a deep crimson light!"

"[True Crimson Emperor!]"

Sahariel watched as beams of crimson light shot out from all sides, before Jon appeared with a new appearance. He had armor that made him much taller. A deep red glowed, but the most surprising thing, were his wings. They weren't dragon wings like flesh, they were part of the armor, with the membrane transformed into a golden light. His tail was longer, while his armored head now had two pairs of golden horns. One pair on top of his head and another coming out near his jaw.

His entire body was also surrounded by a light golden glow, as if he had been blessed with God's grace.

"Jon... that form," Sahariel was shocked to see the appearance and power he felt. The aura was no less than when he was using Juggernaut Drive! No, it was even a bit superior.

"I have to thank God for this. If it weren't for his help, it would have been harder to get past those idiots..." Jon commented before turning around, facing Sahariel.

"Can you continue?"

"Of course," Sahariel smiled before he stood up and took out two things from his dimensional pocket. One was a sword with a white-colored blade, while the other looked like a small backpack.

"The sword is Galatine, a legendary holy sword. It can unleash what is said to be the power of the Sun. The backpack is the AL Prototype, an attempt to recreate Absorption Line, a Sacred Gear of Vritra. It can release small devices that grant fifty percent of your power to other people. It's like the [Transfer] ability you have, but less powerful."

"I understand…" Jon stepped forward, taking the sword. Ddraig's voice rang out saying "[Sword]" before it disappeared and was summoned back into his hand. "Can you place the Prototype?"

Sahariel nodded anchoring the small backpack to the center of Jon's back.

When it was ready, Jon shot off at terrifying speed, leaving thunderous sounds behind him. Sahariel had to take a couple steps back to keep from falling.

"I thought it would be the end at that moment, partner!" Ddraig commented. "There wasn't much I could do at that moment."

"Don't worry! Now we can really fight with everything we have!"

"That's right! When you were fighting those fools, I discovered something interesting. Deep inside the Boosted Gear, there was something else."

"What thing?!"

"My concept of domination!" Ddraig replied before laughing loudly. "Even God couldn't completely seal it! That's like my core, partner. It's what truly made me the Red Dragon of Domination. Right now, in this transformation, all of your attacks contain that concept."

"What does it actually do?" Jon asked curiously, dodging strands of harvest as he approached the SHPD. He was passing between its legs while creating explosions all around, and each one contained the [Penetrate] ability. Cracking sounds were heard all around as Jon left the entire team of fallen angels and humans behind.

"Simply put, you crush them into submission! No matter what comes at you, your attacks will dominate all!"

Jon narrowed his eyes before the boosts rang out.

"[Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost]"

"Then let's get started on what we've always wanted to do!" Jon punched one of the ten legs with all his might. His fist was surrounded by a flame-like red aura. Then...

"[Fist of Domination!]"

"[Penetrate!]

BOOOOOOOOM!

Glowing liquid exploded like rain everywhere. The leg broke directly at that moment, causing the DCDE to make a strange noise. Its huge body tilted diagonally downwards, as if it was about to fall.

"We still have more!" Jon spread his hands as the backpack on his back released what looked like tiny gliders that flew towards the fallen angels and humans.

"[Boost][Boost][Boost][Boost][Boost]"

"[Transfer!]

The empowered AL prototypes, even if they could only deal out fifty percent, could now do better with the augmentations. Everyone could feel the increase in their strength at this moment.

Azazel, who was not too far away, using a golden spear, smiled forcefully.

"That guy had too fast of a growth! Damn it, I can't believe it!"

"Guys, we can't fall behind the kid! Let's destroy a pair of legs!" Azazel shouted before charging in with all his power. The strands followed him as he flew, leaving blurry trails behind, along with a dark trail from his wings. His spear flew out of his hand, stabbing into another of the legs, before he used his foot to kick it off and impale it squarely.

"Ha, ha, ha! I'm not a Cadre for nothing!"

Jon, who could see him, smiled at Azazel's boisterous personality. He continued his own flight, extending his right hand to the side.

"[Galatine!]"

Shink!

Excalibur Galatine appeared in his hand as it glowed with warm sunlight.

"[Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost] [Boost]"

"Once again, brother!" Jon shouted excitedly as the sword in his hand spewed flames.

"Let's crush this pesky thing!" Ddraig roared loudly.

"[Longinus Galatine!]

Biuuuuuuuuuu—Boooooooooom!

A terrifying sound exploded as the legendary sword was swung with the power of the Red Dragon Emperor. Jon made sure to aim for a leg that was furthest away from the rest. At that spot, an orange line was drawn before it exploded into powerful flames. The air heated up and it seemed like space was being bent by the power of the slash. The fire began to burn and melt the top of the leg that was cleanly cut off.

Even the substance that now covered the ground melted from the strong heat produced by the flames.

"After all, even as an unknown mechanical life form, we still have the power needed!"

Boooom!

Baaaam!

Craaaa~aaack!"

Jon watched as all of the remaining legs were cut off and destroyed, causing the mechanical enemy to begin to fall towards the ground without being able to support itself.

"Groooooooouuuuuuuuaaaaaa!", a strange noise was emitted by DCDE as it fell. It almost seemed like it was out of power and was shutting down. Jon stayed flying as he watched what looked like the shell and head, crash into the ground. The ground sank and large pieces broke off, clouds of dust soon rising.

Azazel soon approached.

"Well done, Jon! That new armor looks great. You have to let me analyze it later."

"Hey...".

"Huh? What's wrong?", Azazel asked, confused by Jon's serious tone. His answer would be answered alone, as three glowing orbs appeared behind the cloud of dust.

"You've got to be kidding," Azazel muttered as he frowned.

A shriek echoed throughout space as what appeared to be a flying saucer rose at blinding speed. It looked like a shell with three orbs above and below it.

"T- That's… UFO?" Azazel blinked. His curious tone soon ceased as he froze as he sensed danger.

DCDE began to spin hard, creating a vortex of different colors.

"It's not over yet!!", Azazel shouted loudly to everyone.

Jon, looking at the enemy, gritted his teeth. He could feel that whatever SHPD was doing, caused the gravity to increase as they were slowly pulled towards it. There were no longer any harvest strands or predatory liquid, but this seemed more terrifying than before.

Lifting his head, Jon could see a bright spot appear above DCDE, almost like a star that was about to be born.

"We have to get him out of here right now!! THAT THING IS A SINGULARITY!!", Azazel bellowed with all his might.

Not knowing what a singularity was, Jon charged at full speed, turning a deaf ear to Azazel and Sahariel's screams. He used all his speed as Ddraig continued to increase his power to the absolute limit.

"Do you know what a singularity is?"

"Simply put, that bastard is creating a black hole. It will explode and swallow everything around it. Let's not talk about this place, the entire planet will be gone by then."

"I see…" Jon charged as he raised his hands. He crashed into SHPD before his golden wings expelled rays of light, increasing his speed. With everything he had, Jon began to lift him up and drag him upwards.

"Keep going, Ddraig! This thing is way heavier than I thought!"

"It must be because of the increased gravity!" Ddraig shouted as the [Boost]s echoed incessantly. Jon charged forward without stopping, passing by the Fallen Angels who maintained the protection. Then, with a shout from Azazel, the protection opened at that spot, allowing Jon to pass through. The pressure of the sea, thanks to its current state, wasn't too much of a problem. Furthermore, SHPD seemed to be distorting the substances around it, which made things surprisingly easier.

The bright point that was the singularity began to flicker above SHPD.

Booooom!

With a rumble created by the sea being lifted, they emerged from the Antarctic Ocean as they ascended into the sky. Anyone who could see from afar, could notice what looked like an unidentified flying object being propelled by a golden beam.

"Argh!!" Jon shouted as he felt his arms starting to feel numb and sore. "Come on damn it!"

Slamming his head against SHPD's body, Jon continued to push. He could feel the moisture of the clouds before he left the atmosphere. When he looked slightly to the side, he could see the darkness of outer space, while the planet Earth was slowly falling behind.

"Jon, if you continue, we won't be able to stop him in time! Since he no longer has any absorption methods, he can't regenerate energy! It's time to finish him off!"

"Alright!" Jon shouted before letting go of the body. He felt less tense at that moment, feeling the slowness of moving in outer space.

"Let it all go, partner!"

"The final attack!"

"The time to show the dominance of the True Crimson Emperor!"

A red ball was born from Jon's chest. At the same time, his wings glowed, charging the same attack. When Jon's figure was almost covered by the golden and red light, he shouted with all his might alongside Ddraig.

"[LONGINUS SMASHER!!!]" Wooooooooooooooooooooooom!!!

A pillar with a crimson core and golden body, ejected from Jon. The attack was even larger than the SHPD, swallowing his entire body. The glow of the singularity began to flicker faster before fading out completely, outmatched by the final and most powerful attack of Jon Snow, the Red Dragon Emperor.

As the final attack began to cease, Jon was panting heavily. His eyes saw the body of the SHPD completely burned, almost black and full of cracks. A small flame ignited at its center before it imploded with force, creating another explosion. Jon was sent spinning backwards as he watched the enemy being eliminated in an expanding sphere of fire.

"We did it, brother!"

"Yes..." Jon breathed more calmly as he began to fall towards Earth from the force of the propulsion. As he descended, he could see the dark space receding. The stars shining in the distance looked like tiny little dots. It was the light of the past that he was seeing at that moment. It made him feel a little sad, thinking that one of those stars was the one that could give warmth to his home planet.

"We don't know yet, partner. Maybe it wasn't that long ago."

"I wish..." Jon smiled calmly as outer space slowly turned into the usual blue sky.

As he fell, doing nothing, just feeling the wind roaring around him, Jon could see a small magic circle appearing near his right eye.

"Jon! Jon, you're there! That explosion was huge! Tell me you're okay, kid!"

"Azazel?"

"Oh... Ohhhh! You survived! Where are you now?"

"I'm falling..."

"Can't you fly!?"

"Easy, old man. I still have enough energy to land properly. I'm just... enjoying the feeling of victory against an opponent that seemed invincible."

"Don't be silly, Jon! That can wait. The explosion must have changed your trajectory. Better tell me what you see from up there so I can know where you are!"

"Um..." Jon turned his body as he extended his arms, passing through the clouds. His armor got wet at that moment, because of the humidity. When he finally passed that point, he blinked when he saw land that was not Antarctica.

"Uhhh... I see land, but not Antarctica. I think it's more north."

"Argentina? Chile? One is to the right, another to the left."

"Okay... I'm going to the left. It seems closer to Antarctica. See you there?"

"Yeah..." Azazel sighed. "I'll go see you while I leave a team to investigate all that shit that was left behind. At least, I hope it's useful after all that happened."

"I understand. When we can, I'll make you a nice plate of food, old man. Sake and other things to drink."

"I'll be waiting for you, brat."

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Sahariel walked with a tray that had food and also a glass of water. He passed through a hallway with the floor and walls made of wood. Right at the end, there was a window that let in the sunlight. After finishing the battle against the Star Harvesting and Predation Device, the vast majority returned to Grigori, to create the tombs and funerals for those who lost their lives. Nothing remained of them, only the memory in the hearts of those closest to them.



After he decided to fall into the Patagonia of Chile, Jon met Azazel and Sahariel, who accompanied him to the nearest city so he could rest. They were now in that place, called Puerto Williams. They had rented a cabin for Jon to rest as much as he wanted.



Sahariel knocked on the door of the room that Jon decided to use, but no one answered. When he opened the door, Sahariel found Jon sleeping with the duvet ruffled over his body. One of his legs was sticking out of the bed as he stood with his mouth agape, completely out of touch with reality.



Helplessly, Sahariel shook his head before heading back the way he came. He walked to the living room and set the tray down on the coffee table, where he knelt down to eat. He wouldn't waste the food he prepared, let alone give it to the guy sitting on the couch right next to him.



"Is he still sleeping?" Azazel asked as he had a small keyboard on his lap. Right in front of him on the coffee table was a small cube that cast light to create a holographic display.



"He does. How are things going in Grigori?"



"The funerals have been held yesterday, while the body left behind from the SHPD is still being analyzed..." Azazel pinched the bridge of his nose before cracking his neck. He had been there day and night, traveling between Grigori and the bottom of the Antarctic Ocean, to conduct the necessary investigations. And when he left the rest to someone else, he would come to the cabin to take a little break from all the moving around, but he would follow the analyses closely with his portable holographic computer.



"Did you find anything that caught your attention?" Sahariel asked as she took a sip from the glass of water.



"According to the small pieces we were able to collect from the UFO in space, the exo-skeleton is not the main body, but that flying body. I guess that's also the way it traveled. Anyway, the body is disposable, almost like nails that are made of keratin. If it had escaped instead of starting to form that singularity, then it could grow a new exo-skeleton."



Azazel ran his hand through his hair a few times before looking at the screen. "The good thing about all this, is that those parts that were left, can be used as a coating for what we want to do with the Vimana. They are quite useful, even though we still can't figure out their molecular composition."



"What about the liquid inside? Is it really blood?" Sahariel asked another question, recalling that bright blue liquid. At the same time, she brought some spaghetti to her mouth.



"Actually, that's the most interesting thing and what we were able to fully decipher."



"Really?"



"Yes." Azazel smiled as he explained. "That liquid contains nanomachines that allow for regeneration. The energy absorbed by the harvest strands feeds them, thus maintaining constant regeneration."



"Researchers have been experimenting. It seems that they are not harmful. They do not possess attack capabilities or invasive properties towards intelligent life beings or nature. As long as it is supplied with a compatible energy, it can function properly."



"Interesting…" Sahariel licked her thumb which ended up stained with tomato sauce. "These nanomachines, they might actually be the most useful thing of all. If they're powered by the energy from the Vimana's core, then we can create the closest thing to a perpetual energy machine, right? The only thing missing, would be the Orichalcum."



"About that... We found it."



"Huh?"



"Yes. There was one in that place. While we were searching the dimensional space, we found some sort of helmet. It seems that the SHPD travels covered in this so as not to be damaged in interstellar travel. It's like a huge pyramid with several layers... all made of Orichalcum!"



Sahariel's eyes imagined the magnitude of what Azazel was saying. If it was as big as a real pyramid, then... he gulped hard, thinking of all that they could do. Despite all the damage and deaths, it seems that it wasn't all in vain. In fact, they managed to get a lot of benefits from the battle!



"Wait, Father mentioned a database. Did they find such a thing?"



"Sadly, no. I think that must have been in the main body that Jon ended up destroying."



"It's a pity..."



"Hey, don't be like that. We already took out enough. And we're not even done with the exo-skeleton. If we can figure out the molecular composition of that thing, then we won't have hit the jackpot."



"Can we really do that?" Sahariel frowned. "Remember that we had to ask Heaven for Galatine. They know that Father manifested in front of us. Although... now that I think about it... Ha, ha, ha, ha! Those guys must be jealous of us! The ones who encountered Father's Echo were us, the fallen ones! Not them, us!"



"Hey, hey..." Azazel sweat dropped slightly at his friend's slightly crazy behavior. But he couldn't blame him either, that was a huge event. Something unprecedented. Everyone thought that the Biblical God was completely dead, with not a single speck of his being left behind.



"By the way, speaking of us Fallen. I heard that Tamiel lost an arm."



"You heard right. He was hit by a harvest strand, so he cut it off. Don't worry, he already has a new one."



Sahariel nodded more relieved. Even though he too almost lost his life while they were fighting, it felt great to hear that their advancements in technology made having a robotic implant feel like a normal arm, they could even make artificial skin. Along with that, they could include a wide variety of weapons, such as a cannon, knives, screwdrivers, drills, and more. It was like a Swiss Army knife in the form of an arm.



They both stood in silence for a moment, before Sahariel looked towards the window and said, "Hey, Azazel, what do you think of what father did? He released the seal on the Boosted Gear, even when he hated dragons."



"Mmm... I guess... that's something he would do, don't you think? Despite his hatred for dragons, he didn't kill the two Celestials. It could have been worse, like what happened with Samael."



"Uhh... You're right."



"I think there might still be something left of him?"



"Huh?" Azazel looked at him in bewilderment. "Why? That Echo was keeping the seals. And they were disappearing when we arrived. Therefore, he must have disappeared."



"Yes, but... when Jon woke up and began the chant for his new transformation, his right eye changed. It was golden. I... I think something was left inside the Boosted Gear, or in Jon himself."



Azazel frowned for a moment, before he leaned back more comfortably on the couch. He let his head fall back and stared at the roof.



"I haven't had the time to analyze Jon's body or the Boosted Gear, so I couldn't say. But if there's something left of the old man in either of the two, things might change in the future. Obviously, he couldn't wield his powers and abilities anymore, but he had his consciousness and memories."



"Maybe... Maybe, we, the three Judeo-Christian factions, can find peace."



Sahariel smiled a little. "That would be great. I'm no longer in the mood for battles that threaten our races, or the world, for that matter."



"Ha! Well said, brother! I mean, who among the leaders wants such a thing? Uh oh, wait a minute..."



"It's not that important, but I remembered that Vali will be a pain in the ass when he finds out about everything that happened. And especially for not being invited."



"You're too soft on the boy," Sahariel snorted.



"I can't help it..."



"Why don't you call Lavinia to keep him calm?"



"That... is a great idea!" Azazel looked at Sahariel with a big smile. "That girl is one of the few people who can keep him calm."



As the two of them talked quietly for a few minutes, they would be interrupted by a yellow magic circle that appeared in the center of the living room. But, in Jon's room, he was having a talk with a certain someone while resting. Only he knew how right Sahariel was, when she said that there was some of Yahweh left inside the Boosted Gear.



He was surrounded by that white space, with the previous users looking on, now with normal gazes. No signs of hatred, rage, sadness or jealousy could be seen or felt coming from them. Elsha was also there, along with the so-called most powerful user: Belzard.



Yahweh was floating in front of everyone, right in the center.



"So... you'll be staying here?" Jon asked as he scratched his head, a little uncomfortable having God there.



"No way! Don't be stupid, Yahweh! This is our place, ours! Not only did you destroy my body long ago, now you're staying here too? I won't accept it!" Ddraig roared angrily. His figure wasn't in that place, but his voice was clearer than ever.



"Oh, come on, Ddraig. It's not like I'm a bother, right? I'll be resting here, quietly. And also watching Jon's path."



"You're a bother! Aren't you, partner?!"



"Um..."



"Partner...? It can't be, you...."



Jon sighed a little. "I'm sorry, Ddraig. But he did help us, right? Giving him some space as thanks isn't too much. Plus, like he just said, he'll be completely silent for a while to regain what little stamina he has left."



"Actually... He might suddenly talk. It's not a bad thing, right? It's not like I have much else to do here anyway."



"You can go!" Ddraig growled angrily.



"But then disappear. This place is the only one that can support me. I'm really curious about the current times. I'd like to see the rest of my children and know what they do. Or what they did while I was gone."



"Ha... Ha... Ha... ! Hahahahahaha!!"



"Ddraig?" Jon asked at his friend's sudden laughter. He didn't notice until Elsha touched his shoulder, but she too had an expression as if she was worried, but also holding back her laughter. Right next to him, the stoic Belzard crossed his arms before snorting.



"Why are you laughing, Ddraig? I'd like to know the reason."



"You want to know what your children did?! Damn it, Yahweh, there's no need to make Jon look for information! I can tell you!!"



"How about we start with that poor girl who was burned to death because of Michael? Or better yet, the Church's constant wars to conquer and eliminate other religions! Wait, wait, no. Let's start from the beginning, when anything that was outside the Church's worldview was taken as heresy. When people were burned at the stake or hanged in front of the public!"



Jon began to sweat profusely as he felt Ddraig's pure glee. He was enjoying it. He was enjoying it more than the battles and feeling the food prepared by Jon! And meanwhile, Yahweh, who was a ball of light, was trembling slightly and non-stop. He didn't know if he was sad or angry.



"Jon...", God spoke slowly. "Is what you say true? Did Michael really have a girl burned?"



"That... I don't know at all, sir," Jon frowned. "I know the story of Jeanne D'Arc, but not what truly happened. It is said that she received the words of the angels when the country of France was at war. She stood up to fight, but was eventually burned because they called her a liar, that she was a witch lying about her revelations and miracles."



"Such a thing..." Yahweh sighed heavily.



"Hey, don't feel bad. Even though that moment might seem cruel, next to many things the church has done, not everything is so bad."



"Jon..." Ddraig snorted.



"Then let's talk about Saint Margaret, who was tortured for believing in this guy here," Ddraig said, while Jon imagined Ddraig pointing one of his claws at the small ball of light that was Yahweh. "Saint Margaret's father didn't just disown her when he found out she was a Christian. When she was young, a Roman prefect was struck by her beauty. They tried to get her to deny God, but she, in turn, could never do so. She was whipped accordingly, her body cut, nails driven into her, and she was lacerated with hooks."



Jon shivered at Ddraig's crude description. That was simply horrifying.



"Just like her, there are several Holy Martyrs. Your religion, despite bringing peace to many people, also made several go through unimaginable torture. I wonder what they thought when the angels took all those people to Heaven. And when they found out you were dead? They probably hid it from them until today."



"That's enough, Ddraig. I think you've gotten enough revenge, don't you think?" Jon frowned and said seriously.



"Tch... Fine. I'll stop, just because you tell me to, brother."



Jon nodded before focusing his gaze on God.



"Those kinds of things don't happen anymore. The turbulent times are long gone. Now, I think everyone wants peace and quiet. I heard from Azazel that even Olympus and Asgard are thinking of creating peace agreements between different pantheons."



"That lightning rapist?" Yahweh muttered doubtfully.



"Erm... Yeah, I heard about what he's done. Maybe they changed? I heard that years ago, he was beaten by several Gods of Japan."



"Oh, Amaterasu? She's a bit of a temperamental girl, but her mind is in the right place."



"Though... I still feel worried. Would you let me talk to my children in case you meet them?"



"The angels? Sure, I don't mind. It's small considering what you did to help me."



"Thanks, Jon. You're a kind person."



"Eh. I... I don't know," Jon scratched his head. "I just want to live doing the things I love."



"And that's why these guys in the back calmed down. Despite the seals and my curse, if it wasn't for your determination and the path you want to show them, it would still have been a bit tricky to release so much hatred."



"He's right," Elsha commented with a smile. "I'm looking forward to it, Jon Snow."



"Mm... Me too," Belzard said.



"Oh, come on, guys. I have a weird weight on my shoulders now."



"This was your choice. Now take the consequences." Elsha patted him on the back.



Groaning under his breath, Jon could only nod before deciding to leave. He'd had enough of the rage Ddraig unleashed on God, and he wanted to rest. His body might be sleeping, but being there, inside the Boosted Gear, his mind won't be able to rest properly.



When he came out, he opened his eyes in the real world, his mind on sleeping once more. But, expecting to see walls or a wooden roof, he was met with the face of a blonde woman. She had blue eyes and a curious but innocent expression.



"Ahhhhh!!" Jon cried out in surprise that a woman had suddenly appeared in front of his face.



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Jon jumped as he moved his body, backing up until he collided with the headboard of the bed and the wall it was almost attached to. His chest rose and fell from the shock. He had never been so surprised in his life. But he blamed Ddraig and God! If it weren't for those two who seemed to be arguing, one more passive than the other, then he wouldn't be so clueless with things. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but who knew that a beautiful woman would appear almost touching his nose with hers.

"Wha- Who are you?!" Jon asked with a frown. "Miss, in case you didn't know, this is my room!"

The woman tilted her head as she smiled. Her slightly wavy blonde hair fell in locks as she moved her head. She was wearing a simple white robe (habit).

"Oh, I knew this was your room... You are Jon Snow, the Red Dragon Emperor."

".... Yes. You still haven't answered my question: Who are you? Also, why did you come in without permission? You should know that that is a lack of manners and a disregard for people's privacy."

"Wow, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just wanted to see the Red Dragon Emperor. Ah, sorry, I've once again avoided the question," the woman smiled shyly before she introduced herself, "My name is Gabriel, one of the Seraphim of Heaven."

Jon blinked before moving, getting out of bed. He could no longer sleep knowing that Gabriel, one of Yahweh's daughters, was here. He didn't know her purpose in traveling to where he was, but he didn't want his days of rest to turn into days of annoyance.

"Why are you here, young lady? I'm resting. No. It's better to say that I want to rest, and I won't let anyone interrupt that." Jon chatted calmly as he pulled out clothes from his dimensional pocket. A simple red t-shirt with gold letters that read: Dragon Emperor with Ddraig's head. For some reason, Rias thought it would be funny and sent it to him while he was training at Grigori.

"Ah, you're right. After having fought against an alien life form, you must be feeling tired," Gabriel nodded, but he had a slightly sad expression, as if he knew he did something that wasn't good.

Jon, for some strange reason, felt a little upset at the sight of Gabriel's face. He didn't understand why, but he simply wanted to stay as far away from her as possible. He knew that Yahweh didn't do anything to influence him, and it wasn't Ddraig's doing either. It was something that was born from his own being.

"How strange...", he thought before putting on a pair of black pants and leaving the room. If he couldn't sleep, then he would fill his stomach.

He passed through the hallway before reaching the living room, but he ran into not only Azazel and Sahariel, but also a blonde man who was wearing armor. Jon glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he followed the scent of food he could smell.

"What's with that armor? It's so... bulky. Don't your shoulders bother you?"

The man simply smiled as he looked at him, while Azazel laughed loudly.

"It seems that Gabriel woke you up, Jon. How are you feeling?" Sahariel asked.

"If it were up to me, I'd still be sleeping. Ddraig started arguing with Yahweh about the Church and stuff. When I woke up, I wanted to go back to sleep," Jon pointed at Gabriel as he opened the lid of a pot. His eyes sparkled at the sight of food. "Unfortunately, the young lady was on my face."

Unable to see him due to being focused on the food, Gabriel and the man shivered slightly.

"Sorry to bother. My name is Michael, a seraph of Heaven," the man introduced himself with a smile, receiving a glare from Jon, who was stuffing his mouth with food. He gulped before wiping his mouth.

"Sorry for my manners, but I'm very hungry. The battle has left me tired."

"Please don't worry. I understand what it's like to feel tired after a long battle," Michael raised his hand while still smiling. For Jon, it was a little creepy.

"So, it's true," Gabriel commented. "Father helped you in the battle. Is he there right now? Can he hear us?"

"He should..." Jon replied. "I think he can talk like Ddraig, through a gem in the Boosted Gear. But if he doesn't, he must have his reasons."

At that moment, the green gem appeared on the back of his hand. It was Ddraig: "I beat him."

"What do you say now?"

"I beat him. He's sulking. Ha, ha, ha!"

"Partner..." Jon gaped at his dragon friend's childishness.

"Oh? What's this? I sense little doves around." And the dragon kept going. "I'm sorry, but the Holy Father doesn't want to talk... Puff~ Kahaha. He's too wrapped up in his thoughts of what the Church has done all this time!"

"For the love of dragons, Ddraig!"

"And you don't laugh, Azazel!"

Old Azazel simply couldn't stop laughing.

"Please don't tell lies to our Father, Dragon," Michael dropped his smile at that instant.

"Lies? But I haven't told a single lie. Only truths come out of this dragon's mouth! We talked about the Holy Martyrs, the wars, the executions... a lot of interesting things they've done during the changing of the times."

Michael frowned, looking at the gem in Jon's hand intently.

Gabriel, either out of innocence or intelligence, intervened at that moment. He approached Jon and gently took his left hand while looking at the gem. "Would you please let me talk to my father?"

"Huh...... Tch, fine. But stay away, woman. My partner feels weird around you."

Jon rolled his eyes before looking curiously at the gem as it turned golden.

"Gabriel..."

"Father!" she exclaimed in joy. She was shaking with pure glee. She, who thought she would never be able to talk to her father once again, was doing so at that moment. She almost thought it was a dream. Her father's voice was the same one she remembered from thousands of years ago.

"You're still the same beautiful girl as always. But you've gotten stronger too. It's good, very good."

"Hiik..." Gabriel began to cry as she rubbed her forehead against Jon's hand, who moved her head away as he pulled her hand slightly. That was creepy! She didn't want a seraph to do that kind of thing to her body!

Suddenly, Gabriel grabbed onto his entire arm. Jon froze as he felt two huge soft things crushed against his left limb.

"Bastard!" Azazel screamed as he pointed a finger at him.

"What?"

"You... You... Sinner!"

"No! I don't even know why you're like this!"

Jon groaned at all the trouble he was having just a few minutes after waking up. He groaned as he walked, trying to push Gabriel away from him, but there was no way. In the end he had to walk to the couch with her in tow. When he sat down, he let out a sigh as he looked at Michael, who had a smile on his face again.

"What do you really want?"

"I just wanted to meet you, and tell you that you can keep the sword."

"Sword? Ah, Excalibur Galatine. I thought it was Grigori's."

"No," Michael shook his head. "Azazel contacted us, reporting the situation and asking for the sword."

"Eh, so it was like that. Thanks, old man."

"Humph," Azazel crossed his arms as he looked away. "I see you still know how to say thank you."

"Why are you mad at me? I don't understand," Jon gave him a bored, but also slightly bewildered look.

"Michael, even though I would like to talk about many things with you, I can't. That would be a bother to Jon, who lends me his body to inhabit without problems. For now, why don't you tell me the state of Heaven?"

"I understand," Michael nodded, but his eyes showed some sadness as he talked about Heaven. His brothers lost in the Great War, the state the Heaven System was left in after he couldn't activate it at full power, among many other things. Jon simply sat there as he listened with some curiosity. Every few moments, two things would make him jump slightly.

It was a strange feeling... feeling some excitement, nerves, and the desire to get away from the woman at his side.

After what seemed like hours, the now golden gem blinked. "I understand the situation. But for now we will do nothing."

"But, Father..."

"No. I know what you had in mind, Michael. You want to take Jon to Seventh Heaven, right? That way, you think the System will activate at its full power."

"Take me? He hasn't even asked me if I want to go," Jon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Michael.

"I was planning on asking you."

Yahweh interjected, "While it would work because I can activate what's left, it's better not to."

"Why? If it could be done, then we could be better defended."

"Michael... The Devil race now, is it better?"

"That… Yes," Michael replied, but looked confused by his father's question.

"What about the fallen?"

"Well, they're fine. I don't hate them or anything."

"True," Yahweh said seriously. "However, by fully activating the Heaven System, you'd be putting the other two factions on alert. Even if they achieve peace, leaving aside Grigori, the Devils would be wary. I know the first ones who emerged after Lucifer and the rest well."

"Also, watching Jon made me realize something. This child might not be from this planet, but he's still a human. And the current era doesn't belong to the Gods, not to the angels in heaven or the devils in the underworld. This era belongs to the humans. Let them grow, let them learn, and you'll be amazed."

Michael shivered as he heard his father's last words. For a moment, he remembered when he watched the first humans creating their civilizations. In the past, they were different. More cruel, offensive, and less intelligent. But, those words he heard at the end, were the same ones his father told him at that time.

"Even if we didn't exist... If the era of the supernatural had begun to fade, humans would have found a way to overcome the problems that afflict them. For better or worse, the planet is mostly inhabited by humans."

"Ddraig himself thinks that way. And that's surprising."

"Grrr... Don't get me involved in your business."

Michael stared at the golden gem for a long time before nodding. "Thank you for your words, father. I think it's time for us to go. I hope we can talk about other things anytime."

"As long as it's not too long, of course. I also have to rest or I'll completely fade away, even being here, in the Boosted Gear."

Smiling, Michael stood up. "Gabriel, it's time to go. And Jon Snow, I thank you for this wonderful opportunity. If you need help with anything, you can contact me," he said as he handed over a small letter of introduction.

"Gabriel..."

"Brother, please, I want to stay close to father."

"Dear sister, I think you're bothering Jon." Michael said with a small grimace. She looked at Jon, who moved his head back, because of how close she was.

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Jon."

"...", without saying anything, Jon turned his head with a frown. Gabriel felt a little sad seeing that, so he slowly walked away, then carefully stood up.

"Then, we'll see each other another time," Gabriel smiled slightly before standing beside his brother. Both of them disappeared with the light generated by the teleportation magic circle.

The remaining three fell silent before Azazel looked at Jon with armagura.

"How did they feel?"

"What thing?" Jon looked at him expressionlessly.

"The breasts! I mean Gabriel's breasts, you bastard!" Azazel stood up with his hands slightly spread out and his fingers pointing at the roof.

"Tch... You old pervert. I should have thought it was something like that."

"You might not know, but Gabriel is the most powerful and beautiful woman in Heaven!"

"Relax, I don't think she's my type. I didn't even focus too much on the feeling of my arm."

"You... are you gay?"

Jon rolled his eyes. "It's just that the type of woman I like is different."

"Oh?"

"I'd better go eat. We can talk about other things in the meantime."

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To get away from Azazel's incessant chatter about trying to figure out what kind of girls he liked, Jon decided it was best to go out. However, he didn't do so without asking Sahariel if she had some sort of ship. Surprisingly, she had one in her dimensional pocket. At first, Jon thought he was lucky and that Sahariel kept strange things, but on second thought, she should have a lot of things for the years she's lived.

The dimensional pocket might not have too big of a space, but magic still allowed you to shrink or enlarge certain items. So, it wasn't at all strange that she had a lot of things in there.

After that, Jon flew above the clouds before descending into the sea to rest while fishing. Buying a simple rod wasn't that difficult.

"Why did you decide to fish?" Ddraig asked curiously.

"I heard it could be relaxing, so I thought I'd give it a try," Jon commented as he looked at the expanse of sea in front of him.

"It's amazing how humans improve the instruments they have to make their daily lives easier. In the past, only simple wooden reeds were used. Plus some nets." Yahweh commented happily.

"Speaking of instruments. God, I've been wondering for a while, but how did you create the Sacred Gears? And more importantly, how did you bind them to people's souls?"

"Oh, that. Do you really want to hear it? It's not that simple."

"Would you tell me? I thought it was a secret and I asked simply to try and gain an answer," Jon tilted his head slightly. "I didn't think you'd tell me so easily."

"Ah, you don't have to worry, Jon. Anyway, even if a new Sacred Gear was created, it won't be as strong as the originals. After all, they would have to be anchored to the Heaven System for that."

"And so, you first have to understand the System first. I'll explain it to you in an easy way: that system is what causes damage to devils that come into contact with blessed items, provides miracles, and determines who can be saved. Certain concepts are tied to the system I created, so that they will always work as long as those concepts exist in the world. As long as there are devils, then they will receive damage from blessed items and light."

"Hmmm… it almost looks like computer code. The concepts would work like programming codes and the system would work like the computer that runs it."

"I don't know what a computer is, but that code thing is a good way to look at it. There are a lot of codes intertwined up there. The concept of [Human] and [Soul] are there too, which makes it possible for humans to be born with the artifacts I created."

"What about the spaces inside?" Jon asked. "The Boosted Gear has a good amount of space inside. How did you achieve that?"

"It has to do with the materials and magic I use. You know that Orichalcum is spatial in order to hold the magic that is imbued into it. It uses magic that is a step beyond the simple spatial magic you use for the dimensional pocket."

"You may not know this, but the soul is an existence higher than the body made of flesh. It is an existence of a higher order in the concept of the astral plane, acting as a record of the body that contains the memories, mind, and magic. The body itself can be called a terminal for the soul to move through, and the soul itself can be considered an invincible command structure."

"Do you know why the Gods can do what they do? Their actual bodies, not the shells you could see, are actually their own souls manifested on this plane. That is why it is so easy for them to use their authorities in the form of divine magic."

"But then..." Jon frowned at that moment. "How can the Longinus kill gods? If their bodies are actually souls manifested on this plane, shouldn't it be impossible to kill them?"

"Kuhum... it may not sound right for me to follow it myself, but that's the genius of my inventions. Souls are part of the astral plane. And the astral plane, even though it sounds like a distant place, is in constant contact with the real world. You can't see it or perceive it, but it's there. Through a magic I used, I was able to connect the plane with the sacred gear. When you see the Boosted Gear disappear, it is sent to the astral plane, to the same place where your soul is standing. I know it can be complicated to understand, but you can take the interior spaces of the sacred gear, as holes inside it. The body you see inside is not the real one, but your soul."

"You say... that I entered the astral plane earlier?"

"That's right."

"Ugh... I still don't quite understand. Is it really possible to send something physical to a plane that doesn't seem to be one?"

"The sacred gear is part of your soul, Jon. That's why when someone dies and that soul fades away into the astral plane, the sacred gear travels to another soul around. Sometimes it takes longer to reach people, but that's how it works."

"Are there more things like that? I mean the planes."

"Indeed," Yahweh said seriously. "Between the astral plane and the mortal plane, there is a space that contains all possibilities because it is unobservable, though for that very reason nothing really exists within it. Time does not flow there."

"It's a really magical place if you think about it. Because it is unobservable, nothing exists, but it contains all possibilities. The moment it is observed, it can give you many answers, but at the same time it can drive you crazy because of all the things you would see."

"Hey...", Ddraig chimed in with a slightly grumpy voice.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"Can't we use that?"

"You mean that plane...", Yahweh muttered. "It's certainly possible if I tell you how. But I don't understand. Why would you want to do something so dangerous."

"Fool! Remember that my partner wants to see his homeland! If that place contains all the possibilities, wouldn't it be possible to use it for that?"

Jon fell silent, because he didn't know the answer. Despite hearing some information, he didn't understand if it was possible. God's explanations were complicated for him. If he used references and analogies, then perhaps. Unfortunately, God didn't know about many of the things that existed in the present.

Yahweh was silent for a long time. Jon didn't interrupt him, first because he didn't want to, and second because he felt a fish take the bait. Pulling hard as he turned the wheel to drag the rope, Jon began to pull the fish out at high speed. With his strength, it wasn't even child's play. So soon he saw a fish jump out of the water with a small smile.

"The first one!"

"You have to cook it later! I haven't smelled sashimi in a while!"

"You're right. Plus, with some sake... Kuuughk... That'll be good!" Jon had to wipe away the saliva that fell from his mouth. It really didn't take that long, but that battle against SHPD seemed to last forever. He missed eating Japanese food.

"Jon, do you have any good memories of your homeworld?"

"Huh?" Jon blurted out upon hearing Yahweh's question.

"Not really. Not really. Why?"

"Ddraig's idea... it might actually work. Sure, it would require a proper form of travel, but it's possible to do so. However, to emerge from within the imaginary sea, then you would need some sort of anchor, a thing to pull you out. A rope to guide you along the way."

Jon looked at the fish inside the boat before sighing. "Honestly, my memories of Winterfell aren't the best. Sure, I lived fairly well, but I didn't have that many happy moments either... Ah... ! But I have my younger half-sister. She... always followed me around, even when her mother punished her for it from time to time. She was a little fighter, Arya."

"Do you miss her?"

"Of course."

"She might be dead though? The distances between planets aren't the smallest, you know?"

"I understand that perfectly, but I'd still like to go back even once."

"I understand... then I'll calculate the things necessary to make the trip possible. We'll also have to ask Azazel for help, so he can build the ship the right way."

"R-Really? Will I be able to go back?" Jon stood up excitedly. Arya's image appeared in his mind. Even if she was dead, he still wanted to know what happened to her.

"It's possible!"

".... Good."

Jon didn't know it at the time, but when he would talk about the idea to Azazel, something new would emerge. It wasn't just the construction of the closest thing to a sacred gear for thousands of years, but also the true possibility of interstellar travel. Thanks to Yahweh's information about the space that existed between the astral plane and the mortal plane, the project would be named as a journey.

Journey through the sea of imaginary numbers.

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Interstellar Travel Project: Journey Through the Sea of Imaginary Numbers.




What exactly were the two words: imaginary numbers? If the astral plane was a higher order world in which souls existed, and it was also connected to the normal world, then the world that existed between the two was a so-called imaginary world. It was the existence of all possibilities when not observed, but also a place where something could exist when you looked at it.




Yahweh mentioned that it was dangerous to see that place, that you could go crazy. But why did it work that way? Normally it wasn't like that, and if just one person were to observe that place, nothing bad would happen. The question has to do with the real world, which could be called the world of real numbers, as a counterpart to the world of imaginary numbers. The former was a place where all possibilities could exist, while the latter was a place where not all possibilities were possible, but those that were, could be made real and sustainable by human hands.




What would happen when all observable possibilities were seen by billions of people? That was madness. Chaos could only be expected to happen. Therefore, great care had to be taken when moving forward with the project, so that no catastrophe could happen. So, while the ship was a project that was part of the main thing, it was visible to everyone, while the part of the project focused on the immersion in the world of imaginary numbers was carried only by three living people and a God who no longer had powers: Azazel, Sahariel, Jon Snow and Yahweh.




As the days passed, progress was made little by little, with Jon at the center as the one who would make the trip and record all the things that happened along the way. He was not only studying, he was also constantly training with Barakiel.




For the ship, several things were being used: a Vimana, a Skidbladnir with which Jon made a contract, Orichalcum and also the nanomachines that were obtained from the SHPD. Of course, these weren't the only things, but they were the main things.




All the main parts were important, but if you had to pick the most important of all, it would be the Skidbladnir, a ship created by dwarves of the Norse pantheon, the same dwarves who created the hammer of the God Thor, Mjolnir. This ship was very important because of its ability to grow and evolve through the level of aura and imagination of its owner. As long as Jon has the necessary imagination, knowledge, and aura, even a vimana would be unnecessary. But no one leaves things to imagination alone, so everything possible was used.




While the Skidbladnir would be the main part, the core of the vimana would be the main core of everything. The shell of the ship created by the gods, would be enlarged by the Orichalcum taken from the ship DCDE was traveling on, the multi-layered pyramid. Some of that extraterrestrial metal would also be used to repair and improve the Vimana's own existing core.




However, despite all this, the most important thing about the project as a whole, was the way of travel. An immersion never before seen or tested. Even Yahweh, who knew the world of imaginary numbers best, was having trouble finding a way to physically enter. That was the main problem. As long as they could find a way, all that was left was to determine the method of travel, from which they could create the security methods needed for the trip.




Jon felt a little annoyed that it had already been weeks without anyone having an idea. Of course, he couldn't blame anyone, but as someone who was studying, hammering all kinds of knowledge into his head, it was frustrating not to find the solution to a problem. And it was affecting his training, to the point where Barakiel was able to give him a powerful blow to the chest and send him flying, only to be forced to rest afterwards.




Sitting in his room inside Grigori, Jon was a little grumpy as he used the computer with a large holographic screen. There was a ton of information as he continued to write down any kind of idea that came to his head, but nothing seemed to be really useful.




But suddenly, that information disappeared from his view as a call window popped up. Accepting that it was Sahariel, Jon expected anything but Sahariel's true words.




"Jon, you have to get here fast! That crazy bastard Azazel could have pulled this off!"




Without saying anything else, Jon closed all the windows before shutting down the computer and running at full speed. He went through hallways, entered doors, waited for the necessary fingerprint and eye checks until he reached one last door that opened when lights scanned his body. As he entered, he noticed a huge black hole in the center of the room. It wasn't a black hole like the one DCDE tried to create to exterminate everything. What he was seeing was literally a black hole that seemed to be something that shouldn't exist. It was like an empty point within reality. And on the edges, lines formed boxes of different colors, as if they were layers of the same reality broken down into boxes.




"I... see it and I don't believe it," Yahweh muttered. "I knew Azazel was exceptional, but this..."




"Ha, ha, ha, ha! That's it! Praise me a little more, you half-intellectual mongrels!" Azazel began to laugh while fanning himself with his hand.




"Azazel, how did you do it?" Jon asked as he walked, hearing the doors close behind him.




"It wasn't as easy as you might assume," now much more serious, Azazel began his explanation. "We've tried many things, even old-fashioned teleportation methods through decay, but nothing really turned out the way we wanted."




"What I did was think outside the box," Azazel pulled a coin out of his pocket and tossed it to Jon, who looked at the object with a confused expression.




"A coin?"




"Yes, a coin. I came up with the idea while I was going to get a can of coffee from the vending machine. If our world called real numbers is the face, then the astral world is another part. The world of imaginary numbers, which father said was a place between the two, then it's what lies in the center of the coin and expands out towards the edges."




Jon made a strange expression as he looked at the coin in his right hand. "You... you tore a hole in reality all the way through the core of our world? Now I fully understand why Sahariel calls you a crazy bastard."




"Do you realize how dangerous that is?" Yahweh asked without shouting, but his tone was clearly reproachful. The gem in Jon's hand flickered as if indicating how upset he was.




"But it worked, didn't it?"




"We now have a method of entry. All that's left is to get in safely without evaporating."




Sahariel sighed a little before shaking her head. "It's still complicated, Azazel. For that, we need to anchor ourselves to the reality of this world and separate ourselves afterwards. I don't know how to travel in there, but I suppose we should also create a method to mitigate the decompression through space-time friction. Ugh, so annoying."




"I already did..."




".... "




".... "




"..... "




"..... "




"..... "




Everyone was completely silent when Azazel blurted out such absurd words. When? How? Doing that kind of thing while creating an input method to the world of imaginary numbers was simply absurd. But looking at the old fallen angel's face, they realized how monstrous he was about researching and creating things. Jon was sure that if he had been given a little more time and not focused on the current topic, he would have created his own artificial sacred gear.




"Is it weird that I feel like hitting you on the head?" Yahweh asked.




"No! And I'll do it right now!" Sahariel immediately rolled up a sleeve.




"Wait, wait!" Azazel raised his hands with a grimace. "If you think about it, it's actually not that big of a problem. The separation to enter is actually easy to fix. We just need to verify our existences in this world of reality before entering. And for that we have our own souls, right?"




"This imaginary world contains all possibilities, so we wouldn't really be moving right here, right? The position of our souls wouldn't move in the astral plane, and while making the journey, that position would change once we reach the destination, wouldn't it?"




"You can really think of it like teleportation. If you put a point A on a sheet of paper and a point B on the other side of the sheet, when you fold it… you know, the thing about distance and all that. Father said that an anchor was needed to come out on the other side. So that necessary anchor means that it would change the position of our soul, so nothing bad would happen."




"You know you're not explaining yourself well, right?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.




"Okay, I understand. I'll explain further," Azazel sighed a little as he lowered his arms.




"Let's take point A as our current position and that of our souls in the astral plane. When we perform the existence test on the real numbers, our position will stay here as we travel through the imaginary numbers. Do you follow me?" Azazel looked at everyone, who immediately nodded.




"So... Jon's anchor, the existence that pulls him towards his goal (Point B), will cause the soul's position to change, causing the new position on the real numbers to become the final destination of the journey."




Sahariel frowned thoughtfully. "Wouldn't that leave us with another problem? The ship wouldn't have an anchor, since it's not truly conscious."




Azazel pointed a finger at his brother. "You forget that since Skidbladnir is used as a core for everything, it is tied to Jon's soul. Remember, a contract was created with the object."




Sahariel's eyes widened as her nostrils flared.




"Wonderful... It's good, very good!"




"But wait, I haven't told you the best news of all yet," the old fool looked at Jon with a smile, a gesture that showed kindness and joy on his face.




"Jon, you will be able to return to any point you want in your world."




Jon's eyebrows rose as his eyes seemed to shine. "Y-You speak of..."




"According to father, time doesn't really exist in that place. Or at least, not in a well-defined way. By anchoring yourself to an existence you remember as a young girl, you will reach that point. In short, you will be able to travel and appear a few seconds after you have been transported."




Jon closed his eyes tightly as he placed his hands on his knees. "That's great... so great..." his words came out shakily as he tried not to cry. He wouldn't have to see his brothers' graves. He wouldn't have to deal with years in the future of his world.




"That's great, bro," Ddraig said softly.




"Yeah... it is."




"Azazel..." Yahweh said. "I'm truly proud. Putting aside the danger that creating that hole may have caused, everything else is impressive."




"Huh," Azazel turned around while rubbing a finger under his nose. "Your words don't make me happy, you old fool."




Everyone could tell that every word he said at that moment was a big lie. Azazel was incredibly happy to receive his father's praise.




"Now all that's left is to finish the ship and create the necessary security methods. I don't think it's a real problem though," Sahariel smiled brightly as she adjusted her thick glasses.




"And as for that... Jon."




"What's wrong?" Jon looked at Sahariel.




"You can go take a break for now. The ship can be handled by us. You should already understand how it works with all the studying you did. As well as what it takes to keep you from dying in there. I think you should go see your friends, right? For them it might be a moment, but I think you'll at least spend some time there, on Planetos."




"You... are right," Jon smiled. "I think I should visit Sirzechs and his family. Maybe play some chess with Sona."




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Serafall Sitri, the Demon King Leviathan, also known as Miracle Levia-tan, a magical girl, was peering through the gap between the door of her sister's room. Her hands were tightly gripping the door as she watched her dear, cute sister smiling while playing with a boy she knew only from certain conversations. She couldn't believe that her almost stoic little sister was smiling so much in front of a boy.




She was so jealous!




Even though she had certain important jobs as a Demon King, she had been watching Sona for the past few days. She always played with that boy, every day. And Rias would also join them from time to time.




Serafall bit her lips before she couldn't hold it in anymore.




"Ahhhh! I can't take it anymore!" she screamed as she kicked the door, ripping it off and sending it flying away.




"O- Onee-chan!" Sona exclaimed in surprise at seeing her sister entering so aggressively. Jon looked at her curiously before smiling. He stood up from his chair before walking over and taking out a notebook from his magic pocket.




"You're Serafall, right? I've watched your show with Ddraig. You can consider me a fan. Could I have your autograph?"




"O- Oh…", Serafall froze, her momentum lost really fast. She stood with her arms raised as she looked at Jon's notebook.




"Sure. I can always give a… Not that!", she shouted before slamming the notebook down. "You evil dragon! I won't let you take my precious So-tan!"




"Take?", Jon asked bewildered. "Though I never had that intention? We like to play board games. She's a dear friend, who I can talk to about many things."




Jon wasn't lying. Both Rias and Sona were close friends. After the problem of immersion in imaginary numbers was solved, she has spent weeks in Japan, Kuoh. He visited Rias and Sona to chat about all sorts of things. With one he could easily talk about food and anime, while with the other he could talk about more intellectual things and desserts. Little by little, they got quite close, to the point where they told each other more personal things.




"That's true, Onee-chan! Please don't compare Jon to other lecherous men."




"Ah! Ahh! I knew it, now you're defending him! He's clearly poisoned you!" Serafall shouted while pulling on her pigtails.




Jon frowned a little. He felt offended by those words.




"Please don't say such things when you don't know me. I have no bad intentions with Sona."




"Humph!" a cute snort came from Serafall as she crossed her arms. "Then I ask you, is my little sister beautiful?"




"Onee-chan!!", Sona shouted embarrassed. Her cheeks were hot as she looked at her sister, but she also looked at Jon's back for a moment, as if waiting for the answer.




Jon nodded immediately. "Sona is one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met." He had no problem admitting that. It wasn't a bad thing, right?




The Demon King narrowed her eyes. "Ohohoho~ Good, good. Now, answer this: what's the best thing about my cute little sister?"




Tilting his head, Jon didn't take long to answer either, but he didn't know why he was being questioned like that. Wasn't it just Serafall trying to get her evil goals that she made up in her mind out of him?"




"The best thing about Sona is her intelligence and her beautiful eyes. Ah, I like them too... No, wait."




"Ha! I knew it! You were about to say her thighs, weren't you!"




"How did you know that?! No, ah, I..."




Looking at the flustered Jon, Serafall raised her head arrogantly. "Gotcha, you evil dragon. I knew you wanted to take her."




"Please don't say that kind of thing, Miss Serafall," Jon sighed. "Is it really bad that you think your sister is beautiful? I have no bad intentions."




"Sister, I think that's enough, don't you think?" Sona frowned, but inside her heart was pounding. To her, Jon was the only boy she could truly talk to at ease about many topics that interested her. Be it academic subjects, dessert recipes, chess, board games, and more. She truly enjoyed spending time with him, to the point where, for the first time in her life, she didn't care if she lost in a game of chess, and such a thing was a lot to say.




"Declare your true intentions!" Serafall declared seriously. "My sister is the most precious thing in life. I won't let you take her."




Jon moved his lips, a little dissatisfied. Her intentions weren't really bad. Just... Sona, to him it was...




"If she said it, shall we stop arguing?"




"Jon?" Sona asked surprised.




"I'll think about it," was what Leviathan said.




Sighing, Jon frowned slightly as he thought about the words he would say. He was silent for a few moments before nodding to himself. "You're also Sirzechs' friend, right? Then you should already know where I come from."




"You're an alien, from another planet."




"Huh?" Sona tilted her head.




"True."




"Ah?"




"That world, my homeland, is in what was once the medieval age here. Kingdoms, Houses and their Lords, wars, etc."




"What does that have to do with this?"




"Please wait. "I'm trying to get there..." Jon said seriously. "I was born out of wedlock by my father. That made me a bastard. And in the eyes of the vast majority, I was a child born of lust, a human being who would betray everyone, an evil that shouldn't exist. My father, the lord of Winterfell, raised me well enough. I was able to learn knowledge, sword fighting, and archery, I lacked nothing. But, even so, I still felt like I didn't quite belong there."




"That's silly."




"Isn't it? Being despised just for being born. I didn't even ask for that, but it happened," Jon shrugged.




"But then, something or someone transported me here, to Earth. In this place I could be truly free. I learned new and wonderful things, made a brother in the form of Ddraig, fought without having the need to lose my life in the form of a ranking game, and also fought in a battle where I could have died, against an unknown life form that did not belong to this world."




"SHPD, right? I heard you," Serafall frowned slightly.




"The truly important point here..." Jon said seriously. "The important point is that I will not pass up the opportunity to live doing whatever I want. I became friends with Sona because she is interesting, impressive, and wonderful. She is a good person, Miss Serafall. If Ddraig is the way I found a true brother who supports me in everything, Sona is a friendship I always wanted in my life. And also..."




"Also?" Serafall clenched her fists as she narrowed her eyes.




Jon glanced at Sona, who looked at him in surprise at hearing all the new information. She knew that Jon fought alongside Grigori in an important battle, but she didn't know that there was an alien life form involved. Nor that he was a person from another planet.




He sighed a little before looking into Serafall Leviathan's eyes.




"I like her."




At that moment, Serafall's aura exploded around her. A blue aura appeared like a flame surrounding her body as the temperature dropped and the ground froze.




"You..."




"Is it that bad?" Jon asked. "I'm not suddenly saying that I want to marry her. That kind of thing is too early to even think about it," he wasn't afraid of Serafall. The freezing wind didn't seem to hurt him as he stood in front of Sona.




"Before I came to this planet, I never imagined that I could fall in love. I thought that no one would want to have anything to do with me. And I myself thought that it would be a disgrace to father a baby because of my position in the world. It was after living like a normal person that I only just started thinking about things like tastes and types."




Looking at Sona, he smiled a little embarrassedly. "I'm sorry, this is really sudden. However, I really like you. Your dark hair is cute. Your eyes look like wells that I can sink into without fear. I like talking to you about math, history, and physics. I enjoy playing chess and cyvasse. Even that clumsy side of yours when you make baking, I find adorable."




Jon knew perfectly well that it was all sudden, that it came too fast. But could he really help it? He never had that kind of chance, and when Sona came along, he found the first woman he enjoyed doing everything with. Perhaps it was because he never had that chance that made him think that way, but even if it was, he didn't wish to pass up the opportunity. Even if he was rejected, even if he was scorned.




This was not a world where almost all marriages were decided by parents. Even if in the underworld it happened just like in a few parts of the world, it was to a lesser extent than in Planetos. Here, where love could be born in sudden ways, Jon found an opportunity he never expected.




So, wasn't it good to admit it and accept it?




Yes, even if he was rejected, as he thought would happen. Even if he was scorned, as seemed to be happening with Serafall.




And as he said earlier, it's not like he was looking to marry Sona. That kind of thing could only be thought of if the other party accepted his intentions. And probably, it would be years before such a thing. Right now, Jon just wanted to try to connect better with Sona; he hoped she would reach out her hand and say something like, "we can start small, maybe with a date."




"I'll ask you another question," Serafall declared deadly. Her eyes no longer had the usual lively light. Sona, who was staring at Jon with her mouth agape, snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her sister.




"I'll answer as honestly as possible."




"Well, well, well... at least you have guts."




"I am the Red Dragon Emperor," Jon declared proudly. "Grits is the least of my shortcomings."




"Heh, quite well said, dragon. So tell me, would you be willing to fight for her if other men suddenly appeared seeking her hand?"




"That..." Jon blinked with a strange expression. "Is that really necessary?"




"What?"




"I mean, Sona is capable of holding her own. And from what I heard, no one her age can beat her at chess, so no one could possibly engage with her," Jon said calmly, but suddenly narrowed his eyes which turned green for a moment.




"However, in case someone tries to force her... Well, I hope her family can arrange a proper burial."




"Would you really kill them?"




"Killing is an understatement. I already said that he appreciated Sona. So seeing her happy is important, right? My brother tells me that annihilation is the best option. It's better that there's nothing left."




Serafall blinked as she began to lower her aura level. "Then what if he doesn't choose you? If he chooses another man or woman."




"In that case, there's not much she could do. It would be her decision. Even though I have a brother who likes to annihilate the enemy, I know a man who has taught me things... a little different. He says that letting go is also a form of love."




Frowning, Serafall approached Jon as her aura completely dropped back to normal. Then, she kicked his calf.




"Hiik... Hiik..."




"Onee-chan?" Sona asked as she heard sobs coming from her sister. Then, he saw her fall to her knees as she raised her head, letting out rivers of tears.




"It's not fair! So-tan, it's not fair! How can she be angry at this evil dragon?! His words are too aggressive, but also gentle... Hiik... Guaaaa! So-tan is being taken away from me!"




"Uhhh... ", Jon didn't know what to do in such a situation. He never thought that the Demon King Leviathan would start crying like that. Sona, right next to him, sighed before kneeling in front of her sister, wiping away her tears.




"Why are you always like this, sister? So exaggerated with everything. Even if I had a boyfriend, it doesn't mean I would go away..."




"But you won't be spending time with me anymore! Who will I dress up as a magical girl for funny photos?! I won't be able to see your funny expressions so often either!"




"Is that what's bothering you?!" Sona growled.




"Um… There's something that—"




"Your silence," Sona cut him off immediately. "By Lucifer, this is all so sudden that I don't even know what to think. What do you think I am?"




"Sona Sitri?"




Jon recoiled at the cold gaze as he lowered his gaze. "Ugh. I'm sorry. Honestly, I never thought I had a chance. That's why I didn't say anything."




"Humph. How long have we been friends?"




"Huh?"




"Answer the question, Jon Snow!"




"Months. And more specifically, four months if we round it up."




Sona looked to the side upon hearing the answer. "…. Other people have done it in less time…"




"Sona?"




"Why me? It could have been Rias, right? She's also quite close to you. She clearly shows it best with the kisses on the cheek she gives you whenever she sees you or when she leaves."




"It's true that Rias is beautiful, but I like you more. The peace of mind you give me is comforting," Jon's gaze softened as he looked into Sona's violet eyes. "No matter what things we do together, be it a game of chess or a chat, even just drinking tea in silence. I feel at peace around you."




"Don't say anymore!" Serafall yelled at him before squeezing Jon's right leg. "How are you able to say such soft and cute things without embarrassing yourself?!"




"Do you think I don't feel embarrassed? I'm dying inside!" Jon shouted, proving that he was telling the truth. "This is my first time making a confession! I'm simply saying what I feel and have felt all this time!"




"That makes it worse for me, you idiot! Every time you open your mouth, I feel like you're pushing my So-tan further and further away!"




Sona Sitri sighed aggressively at that moment. It was clear that being between a man who had honestly confessed to her and her boisterous sister, wasn't the best thing for her heart. However, she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel flattered and appreciated upon hearing Jon's words. She didn't hate him, and if she had to decide, then she'd say she likes him.




How many people hadn't made fun of her dream? Only her family, her friends, and her best friend Rias' family. How many people had described to her how beautiful she was? Only her family and Rias. The rest of the men who tried a commitment, only wanted her for being Leviathan's sister. She heard many, both in the Underworld and in the human world, declare that she was too cold and stoic.




Glancing sideways at Jon, who for the first time saw him blush, she smiled slightly.




"I guess after saying so much, you'd take me on a date?" She didn't lose anything by trying, right? Right? It was her first time feeling like going on a date would be a good idea.




"I will! If that's what you want, I will!"




"I'll kill you!" Serafall declared, but received a slap on her forehead. "Auchi~!"




"Do you want your little sister to be discouraged?"




"Uh... No, but..."




"It's not like anything bad is happening, Onee-chan. I'm a girl too, you know? Even though I don't show it, I've also wished for this kind of declaration and situation at some point."




"Well... If So-tan says it like that, I can't help it... But if he does something bad to you, you have to tell me! Your big sister will shine brightly at that moment!"




"Please don't shine too brightly, you might destroy a country or two," Sona sighed wearily.




"Erm... I could just shine so that doesn't happen."




"Jon, don't you imitate her!"




"Sorry, I couldn't help it."




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"I can't believe you're doing all that," Ddraig sighed a little, looking out from inside the Boosted Gear as Jon was making use of the computer in his Grigori room. His fingers moved all over the keyboard, pressing the keys as he looked at the screen, lowering his eyes every now and then to see the right keys.




"I... isn't this something you do?" Jon asked, not knowing too much about the topic at hand.




"Partner... I don't know. I'm a Celestial Dragon. Even if I had been interested in females, I don't think we'd date. Or, at least, not when I was alive," Ddraig commented calmly.




After him, Yahweh decided to give his own opinion. "It's true that things have changed, but I feel like it's a nice gesture, Jon. Just don't worry too much, keep doing your thing."




".....Thanks," Jon replied after a small silence. Truth be told, he was a little nervous about what happened at Sona's house two days ago. It wasn't just because of Serafall, who has a rare personality, but because he was actually going on a date with Sona Sitri. He never did that kind of thing, so he had to start researching everything he could, and even go as far as asking people like Penemue and Azazel.




Jon's eyebrows moved a little as he frowned. He stopped moving his hands and ran one of them through his hair. "Do you think I was too sudden?"




"A little," Ddraig commented. "But what does it matter? I've seen more sudden things, brother."




"True," Yahweh said softly. "The important thing here, is if you're sincere about what you said."




"Of course... !" Jon sighed a little. "One of the few things my father taught me personally, was to have a modicum of honor. I wouldn't lie about this kind of thing."




"Honor is nice and all, but it only works for the strong," Ddraig stated, but Yahweh soon cut him off.




"You really tell him that right now? What's next?"




"Forgiveness is for the weak who don't have enough power for revenge."




"...."




"I'm leaving. I don't want to talk to you for the whole day. And Jon, you don't have to fear. Go with your naturalness. You're a good young man. Everything will be fine."




"Fine! You better go!" Ddraig growled. "After all, you're still a space invader."




Rolling his eyes, Jon decided to continue with what he was doing. He needed to print out a bunch of things before preparing his outfit, which he didn't even know where to start. He always wore black or grey things. Simple and comfortable clothes. He never went shopping, because he had everything he needed since he came to Earth.




"This is much harder than expected."




"Don't be like that!" Ddraig said a little annoyed. "Stop hesitating and just do it. As long as you don't do anything wrong, she won't feel bad, right?"




"That's the problem, I don't know what's good or bad."




"Huh... You're right. You're a virgin entering uncharted territory."




"Don't say it like that!"




. . . . .




Sona Sitri was waiting inside a restaurant. It wasn't an overly expensive and famous place, but not such a simple place either. Just like Jon, she was a little nervous as she played with her fingers under the table. She had to go through what she thought was torture from her family to get dressed. Her mother was quite picky about clothes, while her sister was between a rock and a hard place: she wanted her younger sister to look pretty, but she didn't want to either, because it would draw more attention from Jon.




Being an older sister was complicated!




As for Sona's father... Well, it was best to leave aside the man who was dragged into a corner in his own home.




In the end, Sona was wearing a light burgundy dress, with low-heeled shoes of the same color. On top, she wore a white short-sleeved blouse, under a black vest. On her neck, a ribbon of the same color as her dress. Her glasses now had a different frame, a thinner one that only surrounded the lower part of them, leaving more spaces for her eyes to be seen.




Though all that was fine, Sona felt uneasy about her hair. For the first time since she was little, it was long. For some strange reason, her sister almost forced her to grow her hair. She, who didn't know what to do with her clothes because of her mixed feelings, was relentless about the hair issue.




As she thought about a lot of things, she saw out of the corner of her eyes how a person approached to take a seat in front of her. For a moment, she thought it was one of those typical guys who stopped women on the street or invaded their personal space. That kind of thing was almost a cliché in Japan. However, she soon realized who it was: it was her date, Jon, who was smiling shyly at her.




"You look beautiful, Sona. I didn't think you would grow your hair."




"Yeah... Well... it's my sister's fault," Sona coughed a little into her fist, trying to cool down her face. She looked at Jon a little better, before blinking and smiling in amusement. "It's weird to see you in something that isn't dark."




"I think so too," Jon pulled his sweater forward with his index finger and thumb, looking at the clothing. "Does it look bad?"




"No. Surprisingly, it looks really good on you."




"... Thank you," Jon nodded with a smile. Mentally, he thanked Penemue for that. Currently, he was wearing a white shirt under a light blue sweater and brown dress pants. His shoes were almost the same color as his pants, just a little darker. Jon had a rather refreshing appearance at the moment.




"Before we start, I'll tell you that I don't know anything about dating," Sona explained slowly, less nervous now.




Jon simply shrugged. "I'm the same. All I could do was research. I think working with Grigori so much, some of his stuff rubbed off on me."




"Research is fine," Sona said, but also thought, "I did that too, though."




"Right..." Jon caught Sona's attention as he looked around before moving his hand under the table, then pulling out five books tied with a thin ribbon. "I thought it would be a good idea to bring you a gift."




"You didn't have to... Besides, I don't have anything," Sona put on a strange expression as she looked at the books. She was curious.




"Don't worry. I thought you'd like them. I know you can be very curious about books."




"..." Sona sighed before receiving the books. "What are they about?"




"Four of them, they're actually from where I come from."




"Really?!" She raised her voice slightly. Even if they were simple books that told stories and whatnot, these were from another world. With those books, Sona could learn things from another world. That was interesting and impressive if you thought about it. After all, besides a few Grigori members, who else could have knowledge of another planet?




"The other book is one of the many in the Grigori database."




"Is that okay? I mean, it should be secret."




Jon shrugged immediately. "Azazel didn't make it a problem."




"Then… I'll accept this gratefully, Jon."




Nodding, Jon felt more relieved that his gift was useful. He thought about what to talk about next, but a waitress came to save him at that moment, so they ordered food to continue the date.




Just like that, the date of two nervous boys continued surprisingly smoothly. After finishing with lunch, they didn't go to things like the cinema or playing at game centers. Jon knew full well that while Sona might be interested in some movies, it wasn't the best course of action. He had a different thing prepared, something that would also serve to reinforce his previous statement from days ago.




It was in a park, surrounded by some people with their children. There was a part, right next to sakura trees. Tables were set up right under the treetops with chess tables. There were old men playing and chatting quietly. Both of them started a game at that moment.




"I didn't know this place was here, in Kuoh," Sona muttered in surprise as she looked around.




"I think you're focusing too much on your work in the student council. Going out once in a while isn't a bad thing. You have Tsubaki-san to accompany you, right?"




"Yes... but I don't want to bother her too much either. My Queen also makes a great effort to support me. I prefer that on her days off she does what she enjoys the most."




"I see..." Jon muttered as he moved his first piece. "You underestimate yourself too much. What makes you think that spending leisure time with you isn't enjoyable for her?"




"That..." Sona frowned as she made her own move. She didn't really have an answer that could satisfy her. Even though they've spent years together, she didn't know the full extent of her friend and queen's tastes either. From that point of view, she felt a little bad.




"Don't worry. You have time at your disposal."




"Perhaps..." Sona smiled a little before countering Jon's next move. "I have a question for you."




"Of course."




"Why does peace seem to be so important to you?" the question made Jon stand with his hand raised, just about to place his next piece on the board.




"You mean my confession."




"Yes. You told me that you could find tranquility and peace with me by your side. I thought that was important, but I couldn't figure it out for myself."




"Ah... that's a very good question, Sona."




"Is it? Although it doesn't seem like it."




"We were born into different environments. In Winterfell... or rather, in all of Westeros, things like honor, chivalry, beauty, and political power are important. In southern Westeros, women are raised to marry sons of other houses, or even the lords themselves. Seeing engagements between girls and elders is not uncommon."




"Disgusting," Sona wrinkled her nose as she looked at Jon.




"I completely understand," Jon closed his eyes as he sighed a little, then continued. "I, who was born out of wedlock by my father, could never inherit anything. Not even the sword I entered with was mine. And simply put, the only thing that belonged to me, was my body, my dreams, desires, and ideas. As I grew up, I knew I would be sent away, perhaps to become a servant to another house, perhaps to guard a massive wall of wild lands, or even being thrown out with nothing but my own body."




"So..." Sona tilted her head. "Peace and quiet in your life, is important because..."




"I didn't have those things in my life before I came here," Jon moved another piece as he smiled, but now happier. "There's no way I'm letting it go now that I can have them. To me, peace and quiet, are freedom. They began to form part of a life where I can do the things I wish to do, no matter how small."




"I hope... I hope that's an adequate answer."




Sona stared into his eyes before nodding. "It was, thank you. Now I feel like I know you a little better."




After that, the two of them fell silent as they continued the game. As more time passed, they took a longer time to think about each move, trying to anticipate the next ones. Occasionally, some elders who finished their own games would pass by, looking around curiously and commenting on funny things.




Piece by piece they were discarded to the sides, to the point where Sona was frowning. Jon simply looked at her in amusement. He struggled, really struggled with the current chess game. During the days before the date, he not only wrote those books for Sona, but also played thousands of games with an AI to gain the necessary experience. He knew how important the game was to Sona, and he wanted to give her the best game of her life right now.




Finally, as the sun began to descend and dyed the sky an orange color, Sona made her last move. Her eyebrows twitched a little as she watched Jon finish the game by capturing her King. Violet eyes remained fixed on the board, but mostly on Jon's hand that wouldn't let go of his piece.




"Checkmate..."




"You..." Sona was about to say something, but when she raised her head, she saw Jon's expression and closed her mouth. Her black hair that fell slightly on the sides, framed her face and her bright grey eyes as she showed him a loving smile.




"With this, I can tell you once again: I like you," Jon declared warmly. "If you don't mind, from now to the next two months, I will be trying to chase you."




Sona immediately turned her head, hiding a large part of her face with her forearm. "I... that...", without realizing it, her ears were flushed.




"It doesn't bother you, does it?"




"No... I... it doesn't bother me."




"Then, I would like us to go to other places before we return."




Sona could simply nod, still affected by Jon's new statement.




. . . .




"Why here, Jon?" Sona asked, looking at the photo booth inside a mall. She was a bit confused that she didn't even take Jon's hand out of hers. And it wasn't that big of a deal, it was just their hands.




"As you know, I'll be back after two months. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll be staying forever. I'll be back. But... for me, it'll be longer than for you."




"How so?"




"The dive will send me to the same point I left home. And when I come back, the same thing will happen. That means it's, in a nutshell..."




"Time travel..." Sona whispered in awe.




"True. And I'd like to have memories of you. Would you allow me a photo?"




"Y- If you ask it that way, it can't be helped. Let's take the photo," Sona nodded before entering. Jon followed her to take the photo, but they ended up taking more. Unable to be heard by the people walking outside, Sona struggled a bit when Jon asked her to put her hair in two pigtails.




"No... I... Wait, Jon."




"Does that bother you?"




"I- It's not that... Tell me, my sister asked you, right?"




"Erm... No! Of course not!"




"I knew it. You're a terrible liar, Jon Snow."




"Ugh... But I want to see you wearing pigtails too! It's not just for Serafall."




"Oh, you... you really don't know what you're getting into, do you? My sister will continue to make requests. You don't know anything, Jon Snow."




"I do know. I can know a lot of things. I work with Grigori, you know!"




"Why are you angry?"




"... Sorry, I don't know. But those words... well... they went through me in a strange way."




"Haa~.... Fine, let's get this over with. I want to end my older sister's games," Sona combed her hair with her fingers before taking the two ribbons Jon had bought for her. Probably before she arrived for the date. Or perhaps given to her by Serafall herself.




"Wooaah~ Stunning. You're incredibly beautiful. If Gabriel is the most beautiful woman in Heaven, then you're the most beautiful in the Underworld. No, it's better to include the human world as well."




"You... Stop embarrassing me!"




"Fine. But we're going to have dinner afterwards."




"More? Jon, I think you're..."




"I want to spend more time with you."




"Ugh... you're... you're a..."




"What thing?"




"A fool!"




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Inside the student council room, Sona watched Rias enter through the door with a slightly annoyed expression. She walked up to her desk before slamming her hands on it, staring with bright yet sharp eyes.




"Why didn't you tell me?!"




"Rias…?", Sona asked confused.




"Don't act like it! I know everything, Sona!", Rias stood up straight as she crossed her arms beneath her large breasts. She narrowed her eyes before reaching into her pocket. She pulled out her smartphone; the screen showed a video of Sona cooking with Jon behind her, quite close as she followed his every step.




"Th- That…," Sona immediately adjusted her glasses to calm her mood. However, she had to turn her head as she heard a giggle; it was Tsubaki, who covered her mouth before transforming her expression back to her normal, almost emotionless face.




"Tsubaki!"




"Wait, Sona. I promise I didn't do anything."




"Then why are you laughing?"




"I... is it funny? Sorry, Sona. But you haven't been able to hide it well. I think everyone here already knows that."




"Eh?" Sona looked at her peerage, all of whom had smiles on their faces, except for a single person, who looked confused. It was a blonde-haired boy wearing the Kuoh school uniform.




"You two..."




"Don't worry, kaichou. You two make a good couple."




"Right. And anyway, we could tell something was up after seeing your long hair."




"Indeed. You always keep it short."




"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" the boy, Saji, asked confused.




"Sona-kaichou has a boyfriend~." Ruruko Nimura, a slim girl with brown hair sneered a little. Causing her King and student council president to blush hard.




"Eh?" Saji blurted out, now with a pale face. He looked in shock at Sona, who was trying not to look at anyone.




"Why didn't you tell me anything?" Rias asked before huffing. "I thought we were best friends."




"I-It's none of your business, right? Yes, we are best friends. But, still, it's too personal."




Rias puffed out her cheeks before crossing her arms again. "I asked Serafall-sama. I heard that not only do you go on dates every weekend, you also record videos for DevilTube. Not only that, but has she also talked to your parents? That's big, Sona! I feel a little hurt!"




Frowning a little, Sona looked at Rias as she stood up from her chair. "Why? I thought you were busy keeping an eye on Hyoudou Issei. You should focus on your work."




"... You're still mad that I decided to try it first."




"It's not that," Sona sighed. "I just don't mind you trying it. I'm cool with the members accompanying me."




Rias narrowed her eyes before smiling and pointing with her finger. "Of course. You have the Red Dragon Emperor as a boyfriend now. I can only imagine what would happen if they touch you. Or your precious companions, for that matter. It's not just Serafall-sama anymore! Jon might as well shine!"




"AH! Don't say it like that! If those two shine, then this country would go to hell!" Sona screamed before her mouth dropped open. She immediately crouched down while covering her face with her hands.




"Hahahaha! I knew it! I knew it!" Rias began to celebrate, much to the amusement of most of Sona's group.




"Ugh. Why do you have to do all this? If you wanted an answer, you could have just asked me in private. As always, you can turn into a very annoying girl," Sona looked at her from her crouching position. Her thin eyebrows were slightly furrowed as she clenched her thin, small hands into fists.




"I know. But it's more fun this way," Rias bared her teeth in an extremely annoying smile. "However, I also have to say that it was a bit sudden. How did it happen?"




"I'm not telling you anything else," sighing as she stood up, Sona kept looking at her with some resentment for what she did. Honestly, she didn't care if her group knew about that kind of thing. Well, except for Saji, the last one who was reincarnated into a devil. Sona knew that he had a crush on her.




The reason for wanting to keep it a secret, is because it was a new part of her life that she wanted to enjoy in private. Just her and Jon. Since they started dating after the fifth date, a little more than two months passed. She did things that she normally wouldn't do before, she enjoyed the presence of another person in her own house or in other places. Best of all, they didn't need extravagant or weird things to spend quality time interesting or fun. Sometimes, a moment cooking was enough. That's how Sona understood Jon when he said that the freedom to enjoy the small moments of peace and quiet were wonderful.




"I heard you'd be back soon," Rias commented, her tone now much calmer.




"Okay, enough. Let's go talk somewhere else," Sona frowned, taking her friend's hand before leaving the student council room.




"And that?", Momo, a grey-haired girl asked curiously.




"Don't worry," Tsubaki looked at her with a small smile. "It's information you shouldn't know, not right now."




"That's not fair, Tsubaki-senpai."




"It is what it is."




. . . . .




"Why the rooftop?", Rias asked as she walked to the edge, looking down at where some students were walking around. It was already past final period, so many were heading home while others decided to stay for their club activities.




"It's more private," Sona shifted her glasses. Rias glanced at her from the side before smiling, noticing her friend's long hair.




"You really look good with long hair."




"... Thank you."




"So... he's leaving, huh? I can't believe he's going on a space trip."




"It's different, Rias."




"How?" she asked curiously.




"I don't know all the details, because the way it is could cause problems if it's disclosed in any way. But... it has to do with a different plane than the real world. Jon will dive for a few moments before coming out on his planet, almost a few seconds after he was transported here. It's not just interplanetary travel, it's also time travel."




"Woaaah~ That's impressive. Grigori really knows how to do things."




"Definitely. I've often wondered what would happen if he and Beelzebub-sama joined together to create something."




"It would definitely be something crazy," Rias grimaced. "By the way, why don't you tell me the real reason for not telling me about the relationship you two have?"




".... "




"Oh, come on!" Rias pouted, dissatisfied with her best friend's silence.




Sighing slowly, Sona crossed her arms. "You think I haven't noticed your slight interest in Jon?"




"Eh?"




"Don't play dumb now, Rias. I know you perfectly well. You don't give kisses on the cheek to just anyone, not even your brother."




Keeping silent as she looked earnestly at Sona, Rias had to shake her head after a moment. Scratching her head lightly. She honestly didn't know how to respond to Sona's words.




"Maybe it's not something like love, but it's certainly an interest beyond friendship. I'm sorry, but I don't intend to share it, not now that I've discovered what it feels like to love and be loved like this."




"You know, in the Underworld…"




"No," Sona interrupted Rias immediately, causing the latter to grimace. "I know what you were about to say. I won't. I won't let Jon do it. You can call me a selfish person, but I will completely monopolize Jon's love."




"You… really… ended up being this kind of girl. How unexpected," Rias muttered with a slightly sad look. It was true that she had an interest in Jon. He was the boy who was able to solve the problem with her engagement in a good way. He was the one who opened the doors for her to walk a more mature path and in a less lazy way. Along with this, he could also talk to her about many of his hobbies: Japanese cooking, anime and manga, even things like making tea. Rias didn't intend to start something so soon; she hoped that little by little, her interest could turn into love. However, right now, as a result, she had lost her chance.




She never thought that Sona Sitri, her best friend, was that kind of girl.




But… she didn't intend to give up! She would respect Sona and Jon, but she would also keep trying without crossing the line too much.




"No way!" Sona yelled at him at that moment, causing the redhead to jump.




"What?"




"I can clearly see your gaze, you little pest! I know you. I know you well enough to know what you want to do."




Unable to help herself, Rias Gremory blushed.




"We'll see. In the end, can you resist it?" Sona narrowed her eyes at her. "Remember, Jon may be a human, but he's also the Red Dragon Emperor and carries the true blood of Ddraig Goch. Can you resist it?"




Sona opened her mouth as her face heated up, trying to say something; she wanted to yell at Rias that she was wrong. Sadly, for all the embarrassment she was feeling, she could only stare at the ground as she clenched her small fists.




"N-No way…" Rias trembled as she pointed a finger. She even took a step back. "You guys…! You guys already did it!"




"You have to tell me how it was! Did it feel good?! Did it hurt like many people say?!", Rias asked question after question, causing Sona to turn into a fish with her mouth being opened and then closed. "It... it feels... erm... weird...? That thing... I mean... how long did they last..."




"Shut your mouth!"




"No! You have to tell me! I want to know!"




"I refuse!"




"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Serafall-sama everything!"




"It's not fair, Rias! It's really not fair! You know perfectly well that Onee-sama... !"




"Tell me... right... now..."




Biting her lip hard, Sona moved her fingers, playing with them. She understood that if she didn't say anything, Rias was perfectly capable of spilling everything to her sister. She knew her! That little redhead could be relentless in her quest to get the information she wants.




"N- N- No...."




"No?", Rias tilted her head.




"W- We use... I mean... the use..."




Rias blinked before tilting her head. "Why?", she already knew what the black-haired girl meant.




"It's dangerous, fool!"




"No, no, no, no. You're from the devil race!"




"But she has dragon blood! Ddraig told her that... if her first time... if she is... I would definitely have a baby!" Sona covered her face before gasping out at the hell she was living through. It was unfair for her to always be surrounded by people who made her feel that way. And she had no way to fix that! Rias, her sister, her father, her mother, even Jon. Even though she appreciated each of them, it could be very stressful.




"What a waste..."




A terrifying silence filled the rooftop at that moment, until Rias gasped, realizing what came out of her mouth.




"No! Sona, I promise, it's not what you think. I don't... I don't have that... kind... of..." Rias began to stop as she saw how the temperature was rapidly dropping. A blue aura began to come out from Sona's body as it froze the ground.




"Since when can she do that kind of thing?!" Rias thought a little scared. "It's supposed to be Serafall-sama's job to freeze things!"




Fortunately, Sona managed to come to her senses and began to calm down. Her face relaxed evidently before she let out a long, tired sigh.




"Anyway, it doesn't matter. You won't be able to do anything."




"H- Humph. You underestimate me," Rias acted strong, but her snort came out shakily.




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Jon was staring at his laptop screen seriously. He was in the living room of his apartment in New York. His work time was interrupted by a blue magic circle. He immediately realized it was Sona, who appeared before walking towards him.




"Good afternoon, Sona. How was your—?", Jon was interrupted when Sona put her hands on Jon's shoulders, squeezing tightly as she stared intensely into her boyfriend's own eyes.




"Jon..."




"Y- Yes?", Jon gulped as he saw Sona's violet eyes. It was the first time he had seen them so dull and furious at the same time. It was a bit of a scary thing to see. For a moment he thought something serious had happened in Kuoh, Japan. But that thought was erased from his mind when he received a big kiss.




For a long time, they kissed without separating.




When the kiss ended, Jon gasped a little at how sudden it all was.




"Sona?"




"Jon... You... have no interest in other women... do you?"




Frowning, Jon answered truthfully. "Of course not. What happened to make you act like this?"




Lowering her head, Sona's eyes hid behind her long black hair. "This is all your fault."




"Wait, I really can't understand you."




"Ever since we started dating, I feel more angry, but also happy. I never thought that this kind of thing would make me feel so bad, so angry, so unhappy."




Jon decided not to say anything at that moment. He thought it was better for his girlfriend to say everything she had to say. And so it was, Sona continued speaking, "I knew that, but I didn't think Rias would actually think of trying something with you. I feel quite... jealous."




".... I think I can understand now," Jon snorted before hugging Sona.




"Why are you snorting? This is very important, fool. Rias has enough weapons to tempt you."




"That's true. You're right about that. Rias is beautiful," Jon said seriously, causing Sona to grit her teeth hard, enough for Jon to hear it with her resting her chin on his shoulder.




"However, I'm not so weak that I forget who my woman is. You should know that."




"... I don't like this, Jon. It feels weird."




"You mean jealousy?"




"Um..." she nodded as she muttered.




"To be honest, I don't know how to fix that. Just like you're a newbie to all this, so am I. In fact, I didn't tell you, but I didn't like the way that boy looked at you when I visited you in Kuoh."




"Who?"




"The blonde boy, Saji."




"Ah..."




"Yeah... I felt jealous too," Jon put on a weird expression. He never said it, because he didn't think it was that important. He trusted and knew Sona well enough to know that she wasn't the type of girl to do things with other guys when she was in a relationship.




"I see... so it wasn't just me."




"Jon... can we go to the bedroom?"




Without responding verbally, Jon lifted her into his arms as he walked to his room.




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