34 Dream, Resonance, The one who will not fall.

Narrator POV:

He was dreaming.

About a distant past.

One that he might not remember when he woke up.

It was at the dawn of creation, during the dawn of Little Garden.

A time full of chaos when the rules had not been created.

And several billion gods ran rampant across the colossal size of Little Garden.

A possibility at the center of Little Garden became aware of itself.

And unbeknownst to most of them, he fled from the creators, the 4 truths.

But along the way he separated into three different existences due to his instability.

But that was a story for another time, for now...

It all started with a handsome god lying in an endless meadow.

He had platinum-blonde blonde hair and sharp features but he also possessed supreme beauty.

And he, who seemed to be in an eternal sleep, opened his eyes.

And looking with his sky-blue eyes towards the endless starry sky.

He admired the first thing he saw in his existence, being fascinated by such beauty.

After all, he was an existence that had opened his eyes for the first time at that moment.

He didn't know anything, he was like a blank piece of paper, without any stain on that purity.

But that peace was destroyed by an individual who happened to pass by and saw the young man.

The unknown god looked at the individual with bewilderment, he did not understand who he was and what he was doing there.

But he instinctively knew that he had come with bad intentions, his almost bestial intuition had told him so.

And he defended himself, attacking that individual as best he could.

And looking at the corpse at his feet along with the blood on his hands.

The first stain was etched on that blank paper.

With an ink that would not be erased no matter what, a lesson was engraved in the soul of that unknown god.

There were two types of people.

Those who had fallen and those who were still standing.

And he didn't feel fear or guilt when he ended someone else's life.

But he felt emotion, the emotion of a fight to the death.

Where two wills fought to see who had the right to remain standing.

And he was standing in front of his fallen enemy.

Fascinated by that emotion, he took the spear of his enemy, the same one that had damaged him, causing his blood to flow in it.

And he began to travel, admiring the beauty of the world, and meeting all kinds of people.

And trapped in an endless fight.

Whether they were gods, Buddhas or the strongest species.

All kinds of people fell before him after trying to attack him.

In that time, when evil ran rampant, it was normal, most gods were arrogant beings who did not take the lives of others into the slightest consideration.

And those who had arrived in Little Garden or were born there, ran rampant, believing that they could do what they wanted and that they were the kings of the place.

All because the rules, that would be made and set by the 4 truths at the center of Little Garden, who would regulate everyone, had not yet been created.

But many of those powerful existences were unlucky enough to encounter an unknown spear-wielding god.

And when trying to fight him, they all suffered the same end.

It doesn't matter if was only one enemy.

One hundred enemies.

Thousand enemies.

Ten thousand enemies.

One hundred thousand enemies.

And even a million enemies.

In the end, he was the one standing.

Because he was the one who would never fall, that was a promise he made to himself.

For hundreds of years, the unknown god wandered the Little Garden, facing whatever challenge came his way.

And he refined his skills and techniques to the extreme as that blank paper was dyed with all kinds of colors.

The spear he took as a personal weapon in commemoration of his first battle was reforged into a much more powerful one as he grew with it.

And even his appearance changed, becoming a man with long hair who had the attractiveness of a warrior who went through countless battles and the seductive charm of a deadly rose.

In the midst of that, people noticed his existence and called with different names or titles.

"God-killer"

He was called like that by the gods, who learned of his battle history against their kind.

"The justice that shines in the darkness"

He was called like that by those people whom he inadvertently helped while getting rid of a large number of evil existences.

"Divine warrior"

The martial gods, who respected his combat skills, called him like that.

"The embodiment of karma"

He was called like that by those who sought revenge but were too weak to kill their hated enemies.

"The Vanquisher of Evil"

That is how the gods of the righteous side called him, when they saw his predisposition to confront the gods of the evil side.

"Problem child"

He was called like that by the four Truths as they saw the unknown god wandering around while conflict seemed to pursue him.

"The Golden Beast"

He was called like that by a certain lady luck, who began to observe his journey, fascinated by his brilliance.

That went on for a while, until a certain queen, another problem child.

She had the brilliant idea of making that problem child and another arrogant problem child meet each other.

So that they would fight and she could laugh at that arrogant problem child.

But her plans didn't go exactly as she expected...

"Fufufu, so you're that "God-killer" guy, huh?. You don't look like it...although you certainly look good, how about being my pet?"

A divinely beautiful woman said to the unknown god one day.

She was an elegant-looking lady with silvery white hair that reached her waist.

With kanzashi with bells in her hair, golden eyes, and two black horns.

She looked at him floating from the sky, while she had an arrogant smile that overflowed with wildness.

"State your name, woman, I will make sure to remember it after erasing you from existence."

The expressionless unknown god pointed his spear at the newcomer as his eyes turned golden.

He was not at all amused by that statement, a crazy woman chasing him was enough, now, one more appeared, one that wanted to make him to be her pet.

"Hmph, you are not worthy of knowing my name after rejecting my offer, however, you can call me "the lord of the white night."

At that moment, along with those words, they started a fight that would later be recorded in the Akashic records as one of the biggest incidents of the problem childrens.

At that moment, however...

The personification of geocentrism and the personification of the possibility of omnipotence...

They collided.

The earth and sky screamed.

The constellations began to fall towards the ground as if they were drops of rainwater.

And 24 "stars" impacted part of the surface of Little Garden.

While they transformed into gigantic dragons that had all kinds of powers.

Space and time were shaken by the expansive waves of the clashes between both existences.

And a glorious golden spear pierced creation several times.

The Four Truths had to jointly establish a barrier to isolate the consequences of the battle between them.

But even so, everyone could fully feel the intensity of the combat between the demon lord and the unknown god.

Those both who had ecstatic smiles after finding a rival at their same level.

They fought for 14 whole days without even stopping to take a breath until their hearts were satisfied.

In an undetermined amount of collisions.

The eternal sun that never sets fought against the undefeated heavenly light that would never fall.

And through combat, they managed to understand each other's essence and personality, forming the beginning of a friendship.

Therefore, amid the disbelief of a certain queen. The battle ended in a draw by the decision of both.

And they left the barrier leaning on each other to walk after such a battle.

"I apologize for earlier, that was a good fight, we should repeat this another time."

The woman had a happily satisfied smile.

And she apologized for the matter of wanting him to be her pet, recognizing him as her equal.

"You don't need to worry about that, it was my fault too." The unknown god had a slight smile, inwardly happy after finding another person standing.

"By the way, my name is Shiroyasha (White Demon), what is yours?"

"I don't have a name yet"

"Is that so? But it will be a bother if you don't have one, hmmm..." Bringing one of her "delicate" hands to her chin, Shiroyasha thought deeply for a few moments.

"Oh!, I know, How about Yahweh (I am that I am)?

And that day the unknown god took the name by which he would be known from then on.

***

In a bed in the basement of a certain abandoned church.

A young man with platinum blonde hair opened his eyes suddenly, sweat on his forehead and unknown to him, a golden glow briefly appearing in the depths of his eyes.

(That dream...no...who do those memories belong to?!) Mikhael massaged his forehead as he felt a headache as he tried to remember fragments of that dream.

And giving up trying to keep trying when seeing that it was useless, he sighed. As he realized that the matter behind his reincarnation was more complicated than he expected.

Diverting his attention from the matter and leaving it in the back of his mind for the moment. He raised an eyebrow when he felt the two bodies on top of his.

And he looked to his left side where Ryuu was sleeping resting her head on his arm.

Right after, he turned his head to the right, where Hestia was sleeping, resting her head on his chest.

(...) With the corners of his mouth twitching, Mikhael wondered how he ended up in that situation.

Recapitulating for a few seconds, he remembered what happened yesterday, while he managed to understand more or less what happened.

So, knowing it would be a long day, he got up, being careful not to wake either woman.

Who strangely didn't wake up even when they lost their pillow. And he went to make breakfast while he looked at the system and the new notices.

"Two Gacha tickets?" And he looked strangely at the extra ticket that was there.

Realizing after searching a little that the cause was a hidden mission that consisted of facing someone of a higher level than himself.

So he used a gacha ticket while he prepared breakfast.

[Ding]

[Supreme prank.

Type:Utility

Rank: (B)

Observation: throws a cake, which is impossible to dodge in normal cases, at a target's face]

(I came looking for copper but found gold.) Mikhael had a playful glint in his eyes as he thought of all the people who deserved to be the target of this ability.

All jokes aside, he used the second ticket.

[Ding]

[Resonance:

Type:Skill/Passive

Rank: (SS)

Observation:

-Connects the hearts and wills of people.

-It makes it easier to influence people's moods through words.

-The user's words become more convincing.]

Looking at that skill that basically greatly increased his ability to influence people.

Mikhael came up with a very interesting plan that he could use against Ishtar that same day. For now, he would wait for the two ladies to wake up. Then he would obtain the necessary information.

And if everything was as he expected, perhaps some unexpected benefits would come with it.

"...Mika?"

And that moment didn't take long to arrive, shortly after he ended making the breakfast. A confused Hestia, having just woken up, left the room.

"Good morning, Hestia."

Hestia looked at Mikhael who was wearing an apron and was looking at her with a kind smile on his face.

When her mind finished waking up she was almost blinded by the brilliance that the boy gave off (it was her imagination).

"Mika!"

Mikhael watched in bewilderment as the little goddess shook her head, breaking out of her reverie. And she threw herself against him, hugging his waist.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Mikhael gave her another kind smile that almost blinded her. Only to be even more disconcerted when she started crying. At that moment he did panic as he gently patted her back.

"Hestia? What's wrong?"

"We saw several memories of your life, Along with Kurma"

Averting his gaze from Hestia for a moment, Mikhael saw the elf leaning against the door to the room.

The same one that answered his question as she crossed her arms, she was upset with herself about something.

"Mikhael, why did you never tell me about the events of your past life?" Ryuu looked away as she remembered the "movie" they had seen.

They saw a summary of the young man's life, and through this, they were able to understand the young man more deeply.

But on the other hand, the elf regretted not knowing about it before, it seems that when she met him in the past she was still very immature, but now she would have liked to tell him...

"Oh, that was it..." Mikhael relaxed as he continued to gently pat the goddess's back. "It's not something I'm proud of, I've made a lot of mistakes in the past."

"Mikhael." Mikhael looked down from her to the goddess whose hair had changed. And the one who looked at him seriously, like a mother about to reproach her son.

"The things that happened to them are not your fault."

And the goddess told him what she wanted to tell him after seeing his life and understanding the boy's complexes.

"You don't need to blame yourself for things beyond your control and you don't need to try to carry everything on your own."

The elf approached and held the hand of the only man she could have physical contact with without feeling discomfort due to her education.

Looking at the two women who were clearly feeling sad but wanted to comfort him.

Mikhael had a happy smile as he suddenly hugged them both. Who were surprised but did not reject the hug.

"You know, indeed, I can't help but feel that a lot of what happened back then could have been avoided if I were more capable."

"But you don't need to worry, I already decided to move on, besides, it's not that I want to carry everything alone, after all, it's not just mine..."

The eyes of both women reflected the man's eyes that shone with affection and his sunny smile.

"This is our Family Myth"

***

"Everything is ready"

A few hours had passed, there was one hour until noon when the meeting between Families would be to discuss the matter of the criminal group.

Hestia and Ryuu had told him all the information they obtained yesterday. Leaving Mikhael completely shocked by his new mother who came out of nowhere.

That really wasn't in his plans. But it was not something harmful to him, on the other hand, the identity of the son of a hero would undoubtedly be useful.

And Mikhael had instead asked Ryuu a favor, a favor that was completed in a short time, lighting a small spark in a certain place.

***

"Hermes-sama"

"What's wrong, Asfi-chan?" Hermes looked strangely at the captain of his Familia who came running, while he maintained a playful smile.

"Gale of the Astraea familia gave me a letter for you, it is from that young man you are interested in."

"Oh? What an interesting matter, why would that boy contact me? Just when I was thinking about how to approach him and meet him..."

Hermes opened the letter and began to read it, while he lost his smile, leaving only seriousness behind.

So that when he reached the end of the letter, he held his face with one hand while his shoulders began to shake.

"Hermes-sama?..."

Ignoring his assistant, who looked at him strangely, Hermes could not resist and began to laugh out loud. Steadily for a couple of minutes, and when he stopped, he turned around, looking at Asfi with a different gleam in his eyes.

"Asfi, pass the order, there is a new urgent task that the Familia have to complete before noon."

"...And what is the content of that task if i may know?..."

"Is..."

***

Mikhael, meanwhile, had used PM (perfect mode), for a certain thing, anticipating a certain action from Ishtar.

And while they waited for the employee that the guild would send to arrive.

Mikhael took the grimoire that Riveria had given him.

While he thought that he should find a time to return the favor to the kind elf who fell into a misunderstanding.

And he opened it, going through the normal procedure like Bell Cranel went through to get Firebolt.

Until a face formed on the pages of the book, that face had its eyes closed.

< If you want it, then you just have to break it.>

That was his own face.

It was a representation of the hidden side of him. It was his other face that showed his unconsciousness, one that watches all his thoughts.

His other self spoke, as his golden eyes opened.

His eyes looked at him as if he were an open book. While more words came out of his mouth made up of letters.

(Magic is a miracle.)

(A fragile but beautiful desire to change reality.)

(Magic is destruction.)

(Magic is salvation.)

(Magic was both a craving and a bond.)

(Something which allows unreachable horizons to be reached.)

(Something that changes people's destiny.)

(A power to protect.)

(A power to harm.)

(Something that can make me never fall.)

(Magic is an eternal flame that illuminates people's lifes)

(Powerful, beautiful, and warm flames that never go out.)

(The reflection of one's nature.)

(Flames capable of burning everything. Flames capable of purifying everything. Hotter than hope and more dangerous than despair.)

(For her...)

(I want to turn into flames.)

(I wish for rebirth.)

(Burn my weak self that couldn't change anything.)

(And may that weak self be given the opportunity to be reborn from its ashes, stronger than ever.)

(I wish to be able to protect all the bonds I will form.)

(I wish I could keep every promise I make.)

(I wish I could destroy all tragedies, no matter how impossible it is.)

(I wish I could be a pillar that never falls, always firm and stable.)

The face looked at the young man with a playful look as he urged him to say the desire hidden deep in his heart.

(I...may not be worthy...)

(But if it is possible...)

(To make the woman who adopted me feel proud of her choice)

(To give the honor and glory that that goddess deserves, and for her to feel proud of the first member who joined her Familia)

(Not a perfect person gives all of himself to others, nor one who can forgive all the wicked without blinking)

(Not one that is pure and flawless)

(Only one who protects a few and keeps the smiles of his loved ones)

(One that would save the mother of a child crying in the rain for help)

(One that prevents tragedies from happening...)

(That alone is enough for me...)

(If possible...)

(I want to be a hero)

(Yes, but...)

<...but that's me>

Both faces smiled contentedly, at peace with themselves.

Mikhael felt as if his heart began to burn.

While his Falna in his back, was really starting to burn.

Representing the unconditional support of a certain goddess.

And somewhere in his soul, a child smiled happily as tears ran down his face.

And then, Mikhael lost consciousness, as a miracle manifested itself in his status.

***

"You really...never cease to amaze me, huh?"

Hestia looked with extremely warm eyes at Mikhael, who was scratching his nose in shame because she had seen through the essence of his new magic.

'cough'

"Well, let's finish getting ready, Eina will probably come looking for us," Mikhael said as he left the paper with his status to the goddess.

And he was going to get ready. Without seeing behind him how ablush spread across Hestia's face along with a happy smile.

***

And an Eina, who tried to act professionally while working, came to pick them up a little later to take them to the guild.

Not without first giving them a general report on the real situation of the group of criminals.

So...

"Ready for what?"

The group made up of Mikhael, Hestia, Ryuu, Eina, and the two extra guards, whom Mikhael had greeted and given a portion of breakfast, left for the guild.

"For a duel against the divine..."

Mikhael answered Ryuu's question as a serene but confident smile appeared on his face that was shining in the sunlight.

***

Status:

Mikhael

Lv. 1

Strenght: B 720

Resistance: A 800

Dexterity: A 810

Agility: A 815

Magic: E 401

Magic:

[Cocytus:...]

[ Aedes Vesta:

•Flames manipulation.

•Temperature manipulation.

•Extreme regeneration through flames.

•Enchantment/transformation:

incantation: "My body is your temple. My destiny is your destiny. Oh, my beloved goddess, guardian of the eternal flame, make your flame dwell in my body and make me a great spirit of fire. My burning blood, awaken...Aedes Vesta"]

(Author note: you can think about it like a boosted version of the Ariel of Aiz Wallenstein, but of fire instead of wind)

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Skills:

[???:...]

[Blessing of the Wanderer:...]

[Full Counter:...]

[Dragon slayer:...]

[Resonance:...]

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