The room was silent, only the sound of Aki Hayakawa's calm breathing could be heard. Makima was lounging in her chair, her fingers gently tapping on the armrest. A cold and mysterious smile played on her lips, her eyes as unreadable as ever—as if a veil of endless secrets lay behind them.
Aki gritted his teeth. "An immature idiot... I don't understand why you care so much about someone like that."
Makima tilted her head slightly, as if listening to a child's joke. "Hmm... Denji is a unique person." Her smile deepened, as if she had a plan in mind that even Aki couldn't comprehend. The Control Devil was always several steps ahead—using even her little dogs as chess pieces.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room grew heavy. Makima, with her usual tone but a sharper gaze, said: "I called you here today for something important... Satoru Gojo is coming to Japan."
Aki froze. The name Gojo hit his brain like a cold arrow. "Damn it... Why is such a troublesome being coming to Japan?!" Cold sweat formed on his forehead. Even breathing now felt difficult.
Makima wasn't surprised by his fear. After all, Satoru Gojo was a legend—not an ordinary Devil Hunter. ["The strongest Devil Hunter in the world"] ["Invincible"] ["The strongest living human"]. These were just a few titles from his endless list. Even devils trembled at his name. A man who, without any contracts with devils, was stronger than all of them. A pure anomaly.
"His threat level is equal to the Gun Devil... maybe even more." A spark of excitement lit up Makima's eyes. "A walking nuclear warhead that brings chaos wherever it goes." And now this storm was heading for Japan.
Makima, her expression unchanged, said: "I've decided you'll be his guide."
Aki knew what that meant: trouble, bloodshed, and probably death. "I already have two bratty troublemakers... how am I supposed to handle a nuclear bomb too?!"
His heart clenched. A future full of nightmares paraded before his eyes. But resistance was futile—when Makima made a decision, no one could change it. He sighed with resignation: "...Fine. I'll be his guide. Damn him."
Makima stood and approached the window. The city under the moonlight looked peaceful, but she knew that peace was temporary. "I'm looking forward to meeting you, Satoru Gojo... I hope you don't disappoint me."
Her smile widened now. Instead of fear, she felt excitement. Their meeting wasn't a threat—it was the beginning of a new game—and Makima loved intricate games.
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The reward for this reincarnation even surpassed that of Gojo. Now, Samael's dimension was the size of a medium-sized island—an immensity that brought his power to an unimaginable level. Yet this unmatched power didn't bring even a hint of pride. For Samael, it still wasn't enough.
With his will, the inner dimension began to transform. Every particle, every law of physics, shifted to match Samael's imagination. The space around him now resembled a miniature version of Heaven—golden light and celestial calm spread everywhere.
When the Demon King intervened, Samael changed his mind. The idea of "gradually becoming stronger" was abandoned. Now he wanted to reincarnate even characters from powerless worlds. Although the reward for this was minimal, he didn't care. Instead of doing it personally, he decided to create subordinates.
Samael slowly raised his hand. From the thin air, golden eggs appeared—Reincarnation Angels. They were instruments of his will, beings that would act in weak worlds on his behalf. Normally, it would take thousands of years for them to hatch, but Samael accelerated time within this dimension. Cracks began appearing on the shells of the eggs one after another.
Why a copy of Heaven?
In many worlds, Christianity was a dominant religion. This design made accepting reincarnation easier for beings. With a loud sound, the eggs broke and the angels were born. Androgynous beings with beautiful, flawless faces—their gender was unclear, maybe they had none. Each had three pairs of white wings shining from their backs.
"Father!!!" An angel with blue hair—most resembling Samael—spoke these words like an innocent child. The language they used was beyond human comprehension; a sound no physical throat could imitate.
The angels stared at Samael with innocent, curious eyes. Despite their adult bodies, their souls were like children. Samael looked at them and transferred comprehensive knowledge into their minds. For beings of higher dimensions, digesting this information took only moments.
"Well… now let me choose names for you."
Samael calmly spoke the names:
"Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Metatron, Uriel, Haniel, Zadkiel."
All the names were taken from the Holy Scriptures. The angels were excited to hear their names—the first gift from their father.
"Dear Father, thank you for granting us names."
Lucifer spoke with grace, his wings trembling with joy. Among the seraphim, he resembled Samael the most—almost like a reflection of himself.
The angels now understood why they were created. Samael didn't need to explain. Among them all, Lucifer was his most beloved. Unlike the God of the Bible, he had no intention of sacrificing his beloved child for lowly creatures.
Golden light once again spread in the small Heaven, and countless more eggs appeared—this time cherubim, lower-rank angels subordinate to the seraphim. The seraphim were directly linked to Samael and could borrow parts of his power—abilities like executing reincarnation or traveling between worlds.
"Lucifer... I give you a special task."
Samael continued gently "Teach your new brothers and sisters, and look after them."
Lucifer was delighted by this trust. His cheeks blushed and his wings quivered with excitement.
"I won't disappoint you, Father!"
Samael looked at the rest: "The rest of you, follow my commands. Go to weak worlds and reincarnate the characters."
Then, he turned into golden light and vanished.
Lucifer confirmed that their father was gone. Then he turned to the seraphim with determined eyes.
"Brothers and sisters... we must not disappoint our Father."
Michael's eyes gleamed with zeal—he was ready to carry out the command.
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Samael sat upon the high seat of the grand cathedral, his fingers gently tapping the carved armrests. Colored light from stained glass windows danced across his white robe. The writer had told him he could make three requests from the gods. Now he was weighing his first wish.
"Resistance to the corruption of higher-dimensional beings..." this thought spun in his mind. If the multiverse were imagined like a book, these beings were like elite authors—narrators beyond all levels of existence. They had absolute control over the narrative, the power to alter anything on the lower levels... and they brought with them a terrifying corruption. Even a simple encounter could melt away one's will, identity, and existence—turning the victim into a puppet.
Lost in these thoughts, a gray book with strange spiral patterns on its cover suddenly appeared in the air. Samael took it cautiously and opened it. As his eyes fell on the pages, the blood in his veins froze.
[Samael was wondering what this book was?]
[Upon seeing this sentence, he realized the book was reading his thoughts!]
After some tests, he realized this was a storybook about himself—a book partially written, and the rest had to be filled in by his own hand to survive and be freed. A black pencil appeared in his hand, and he began writing his wish.
Suddenly, the space trembled. Three giant eyes appeared in the air, staring at him. Even with all his power, the gaze of these beings made him tremble. Worse yet, he knew these were only weakened avatars—shadows of their true power.
The first eye was like a shining star: a bright blue iris with a purple ring that created a magical aura. White glowing veins sparkled inside, and its deep black pupil looked like a bottomless pit.
The second eye had an orange-brown iris with a warm glow. The reflection of light in its rotating black pupil gave it a strange sense of life.
The third eye was different—it looked like a black hole, sucking in all light. Absolute darkness, with not even a trace of reflection.
At the same time, text appeared in the book:
[God ?????? Daotianshen is staring at you]
[God ?????? Oliver_Nokesen is staring at you]
[God ?????? Havesam is staring at you]
Samael's breathing became heavy. These higher beings were now responding to his request. What answer awaited him? Acceptance? A trial? Or something far more terrifying...