Just Another Normal Day for the King

The sound of metal clashing against another metal resounds throughout the surrounding area. Two men, ney, one man, and one male in his late teen are fighting for their lives, one trying to murder the other.

They were clashing for over 5 hours, and the sun is starting to rise now. Neither of them has the upper hand over the other as they were equally in the match.

The man was carrying a bow in his hand and sometimes snipes the teen from afar. He was against time. He knew about the teen in front of him, so he tried his best to shoot him. But from the look of it, the teen was very proficient in dodging and kept dodging the arrows skillfully while deflecting the one he could not evade with a sword in his hand.

Said man has a fur coat on his back, with unkempt short black hair. He cuts through the magic shot toward him by the teen with the dagger from his waist. The two of them are fighting from a distance. The teen tries to get close between them but fails because the man is an expert at gaining distance from his prey.

"Analyzing complete," suddenly, the teen muttered while stabbing his sword into the ground. Even though he muttered, his voice boomed in the surrounding.

"Tsk," the man clicked his tongue in annoyance. He knew he was going to die if he didn't act quick. He turned himself into a giant to smash the teen, but it was no use.

"You are the son of the giantess Rindr, and thus the blood of giants is in your blood," the teen announced. Then multiple magic circles appeared around him, many in Latin and rune. "With my magic, I seal your Authority of Gigantification," he shouted, making the man's body return to its normal size.

"Damn you! You fucking son of whore!" The man shouted as one of his Authorities was sealed by the teen. Without missing a beat, he shot many arrows toward the teen. But to his surprise, even his arrows didn't work on him.

"Szélatya!" the teen shouted the name of the god, whose Authority he had stolen. The Authority to manipulate the winds. With the help of the Authority, the teen was able to successfully deflect the arrows coming his way.

Usually, he would need to chant the whole incantation to use the Authority. But, instead of saying it out loud, he found another way to make it work. He just needs to say the most important part of the incantation while he chants the full one in his mind.

"Curse you! Curse you! How dare you make fun of me, son of Pandora!" Seeing none of his attacks work, the man cursed him, knowing that the teen was just playing with him instead of using his full prowess.

"You are the God of Revenge. Thus, I will seal your ability of Retribution. You won't be able to deflect my attacks back to me," the teen shouted as another set of magic circles appeared around him. With the help of his magic circles, he sealed another one of the man's Authorities.

The man felt as if his strength flowed out of his body. He gritted his teeth, clenched his bow tightly.

There is no use. The man knew he was already lost as soon as the teen finished analyzing him. He was just trying to stall time, looking for the way out. But alas, it was futile. The two of them were enclosed inside the different dimensions created by the teen.

"You are the son of Óðin (Odin), the God of Earth. With his blood in you, I seal your Authority of Hunting Intuition," the teen shouted another time, summoning more magic circles around him.

Even with another one of his Authorities sealed, the man did not panic. He had accepted his death. But, he will not go down without going all out.

With bow and arrows in his hand, he moved from place to place, shooting torrents of arrows toward the teen. Knowing the man's intention, he stopped using his magic for a while and started to deflect the arrows coming toward him. The arrows are stronger and pack more punches than the ones from before. Even then, the teen dodged and deflected those without any difficulties.

"You are strong, Son of Pandora," the man gruffed. The teen just adjusted his glasses and said nothing.

"God of Vengeance, Váli," after staring at each other for a while, the teen started. "Son of Óðin and Rindr. The kinslayer, the survivor, and the taboo bearer. From here on, I will seal your Authority: The Miracle Survivor," the teen announced his degree. With that, many more magic circles appeared around him, and the numbers exceeded 50 circles.

It took one-fourth of his mana reserves, but it doesn't matter. He can still beat the Heretic God in front of him.

As for the Heretic God named Váli, he just sighed and smiled. For him to be defeated as soon as he descended on the living world after getting his Authorities being sealed one by one, he would have never thought about that.

"Haaa…," the teen lowered his body a little and readied his sword. Holding it with both hands, his eyes are staring straight toward the Heretic God. He pushes his magical energies through the blade, making it glow golden in color.

The teen rushed toward the Heretic God, the sword in his hand blazing with the heat. Looking at the incoming slayer of his, Váli didn't become discouraged. In fact, he pulled out his daggers and prepared to fight back with all his might.

"Galatine!" the teen shouted and slashed his sword toward the Heretic God. Váli looked at the sword coming from his right. He tried to look for a way to dodge but with the heat coming from the blade, he could not find any way to do so.

*Clang!*

He doesn't want to die without doing anything. He was going to die anyway. So, he would at least try to wound Campione in front of him. Instead of dodging or blocking the incoming strike, he moved forward and slashed his daggers toward his enemy.

"Szélatya!" But too bad, Campione used another Authority of his to make the dagger stop at where it is. The slash from the teen hit the mark, cutting through the body of the Heretic God without any obstacles.

Without the Authority, "The Miracle Survivor," to help him, the survival rate of the Heretic God is less than 14%, with his body being cut in half. Runic magic he knew won't help him in this situation.

"Ah…," the heretic god sighed. "So, this is my end," he lamented. There was no regret in his voice as he had got his fill of battle. Seeing the shining sword coming at this face, he just smiled and let go of all of the tensions.

*Slash!*

His body was cleanly slashed in half. The teen who cut him has no emotions on his face. It was as if he was used to doing it.

And just like that, another Heretic God was slain by the god slayer, Campione. The teen got a new Authority from killing the Heretic God, but he did not care about such things. As long as he has his magic and Galatine, he does not need any Authorities.

After cutting the Heretic God in half, the teen turned around and walked away as if he had lost his interest. Taking out a pack of wet towels from his pocket, he wiped his hands with the towel. He then burned both the towel and the empty pack with his magic, leaving none of the remaining trash behind.

Looking around the damage done by the fight between the two, the teen raised his eyebrow. He did not think that the damage would be this big. The buildings around them are all either damaged or completely blown up.

"We didn't even use explosive objects and spells," he muttered after seeing the ashes of buildings and trees.

The Campione sighed and snapped his finger. As soon as he did that, the area around him broke like a mirror, and everything returned to normal. The buildings, the trees, roads, heck, even the stones returned to normal as if the battle didn't occur in the area.

Right after he took down the subspace, he was greeted by 4 people, 3 men and a woman, neatly dressed in black suits.

"Congratulations on eliminating another Heretic God, your majesty," they bowed and spoke respectfully. All of them respect the teen in front of them. They have to admit that they are lucky compared to the other countries as the Campione in their country is kind and merciful.

"En," the adoptive son of Pandora nodded. "Please tell Amakusa-san to deal with the damage caused by the Heretic God," he told the four to minimize the damage dealt by Váli before he arrived at the scene.

"We will do that immediately, your majesty," they nodded, and one of them left the scene. There is another fact making the four feel lucky compared to the other Countries. That is their King is very polite and easy to get along with.

"That is all. The four of you can have a day off or two," the Campione said and walked toward his motorbike. The custom-made "MV Agusta F4CC" was given to him by the History Compilation Committee (HCC for short) as a gift for goodwill after hearing him muttering he needed to save money to buy a bicycle.

Putting on the helmet, he drove back home. But not before getting some groceries for breakfast. He needs to cook breakfast for his sisters. He arrived home at 6 A.M. in the morning.

Diving into the bed, he screamed internally. "I don't want to keep a stone face in front of everyone!"

Yes, this dude was just acting to be a professional by leaving no emotions on his face. In fact, he is just an average teen who wants to act like one. But the burden on his shoulder was too big, making him act like a King with the heart of ice.

"I need to cook breakfast before they wake up," he muttered as pulling himself out of bed.

Putting on the apron, he hummed a song while cooking breakfast for 6 people. While he was cooking, a transparent window appeared in front of him.

*Ding!*

[You have been invited to a Group Chat!]

[Do you wish to accept?]

[Yes/Yes]

Looking at the screen in front of him, the teen was dumbfounded. "So… is this my second golden finger?" he thought.

He pressed "Yes" mentally, not bothered to think anymore. Since there is a no "No" option, he has no other choices.

[Congratulation, "God Slaying Devil King" for becoming the admin of Dimensional Chat Group]

[Do you want to send out invitations?]

[Yes/Yes]

Looking deadpan at the transparent window before him, he again pressed "Yes" mentally.

[Sending out invitations.]

[Death Seeker Song has joined the Dimensional Group Chat!]

[Number #1 Cutest in the World Teriri has joined the Dimensional Group Chat!]

[Tsundere Brocon has joined the Dimensional Group Chat!]

[Hikikomori Spider has joined the Dimensional Group Chat!]

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A Campione—a godslayer—is a supreme ruler.

Since he can kill a celestial being, he can therefore call on the sacrosanct, divine powers wielded by the gods.

A Campione—a godslayer—is a lord.

Since the power to kill a deity is in his hands, he, therefore, looms over all mortals on Earth.

A Campione—a godslayer—is a devil.

Since of all mortals who live in the world, none can assume a power to match his!

Excerpt from the Italian mage Alberto Ricardo's Book, Demon King, 19th Century

This story is about a Campione,

*Scene change*

"Onii! Is breakfast ready?" A girl called out from behind.

"Almost! Go and wake up your sisters, Nino," he smiled and replied to the girl.

A caring big brother,

*Scene change*

"Sit down, class. Homeroom is starting," the teen announced while walking into the class.

A strict teacher and,

*Scene change*

"Nakano-sensei! Your manuscript for this volume is amazing!" the woman from the other end of the phone laughed in joy.

A famous light novel author.

Will he be able to live peacefully with his sisters? Well, find out in the coming chapters of "My Mother Once Said."

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Author's Note;

I've always wanted to write a chat group fanfic with many anime worlds mixed in it. And this is my attempt at writing one.

Campione... Yeah, I dug my grave here. Welp, time for me to learn the myths of gods then.

Will this be different from other generic chat group type fanfictions? I don't know. We will need to find out about it in the future.

As I said in the Synopsis, there will be Toku elements in this fic. So, proceed with caution.