A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

China, Mount Lu—

A waterfall cascaded from the heavens like the Milky Way, scattering crystalline droplets of water. Frogs croaked atop soaked stones. Amidst the exotic flora and fairy-tale landscape stood a small wooden hut. It evoked the poetic serenity of Tao Yuanming's Plucking Chrysanthemums by the Eastern Fence and Li Bai's When Shall I Enter Mount Shaoshi, Where the Queen Mother of the West Awaits Me?

A boy, about twelve or thirteen years old and dressed in Hanfu, moved as if flying through the air, gliding alongside birds. His toes lightly touched the ground, and with a few agile steps, he arrived before the wooden hut.

He paid no attention to the breathtaking scenery around him. His gaze remained lowered, hands at his sides, humble and composed. Stopping about thirty meters from the hut, he flicked his sleeves, knelt heavily to the ground, and shouted loudly:

"The wise and brave Saint Master's name shall endure as long as heaven and earth, shining as brightly as the sun and moon, forever immortal! Your martial prowess is boundless; your wisdom and compassion illuminate the world. I, your disciple Lu Yinghua, wish Master unparalleled virtue and martial excellence for ten thousand years!"

Lu Yinghua calmly recited those shamelessly sycophantic words that might make anyone else cringe to death. He then kowtowed hard, his forehead thudding loudly against the bluestone slabs.

"Flattering words like those of scheming eunuchs! How are you any different from a court sycophant?

"Ying'er, you are a man and should aspire to be a hero. How dare you utter such sycophantic nonsense? Are you not ashamed to disgrace your Master?"

A woman's low voice emerged from within the hut, as ethereal as the sound of a zither under the moon. The melody lingered like immortal music, stirring endless reverie. Anyone who heard it would imagine the speaker to be a celestial fairy untainted by the mortal world.

But the divine tone was quickly overshadowed by a tempest. The hut's door burst open with a resounding crash. A hurricane of force erupted, as ferocious as a dragon's roar or a tiger's cry. The kneeling boy was swept off his feet without time to react. After tumbling several times, the boy—possessing impressive martial skills—finally regained his balance.

Lu Yinghua kept his head lowered, letting out a wry smile. He had long since expected this.

His master was Luo Hao, the leader of the Five Mountains Holy Cult, an undefeated warrior who had ascended to the pinnacle of martial arts and slain gods.

Among Campiones, all were unrestrained and willful, but Cult Leader Luo Hao stood out as the most extreme example. To say she was mercurial would be an understatement.

If one spoke to her without sufficient respect, Cult Leader Luo Hao would see it as a lack of deference. Yet if one was overly reverent, she would accuse them of flattery. It was nearly impossible to please her.

Lu Yinghua was grateful that he was her disciple. If he irritated her even slightly, the worst he would face was a severe beating or harsh punishment. But anyone else would likely find themselves maimed—eyes gouged or nose cut off—at the hands of Cult Leader Luo Hao.

This was no exaggeration but cold fact. The history of the Five Mountains Holy Cult recorded instances of people having their ears sliced off for hearing her voice or their eyes gouged out for glimpsing her immortal visage.

This demon cult leader, born in the late Qianlong period, was someone who embodied the very essence of the word "demonic."

"Master's teachings shall forever be engraved in my heart!"

Lu Yinghua clasped his hands in salute, bowing deeply.

Only then did he dare to look up.

From the now-open door of the hut stepped a peerless beauty who appeared no more than seventeen or eighteen.

Her features were as flawless as jade, with a radiant glow that seemed to emanate from within. Her slender figure resembled a trembling mimosa, delicate yet resilient. Her long black hair, as smooth as silk, was tied up high, giving her the appearance of an otherworldly fairy. Her skin glowed faintly pink, her phoenix-like eyes sparkled, and her lips were like cherry blossoms.

Cult Leader Luo Hao wore a robe embroidered with gold and silver phoenixes and a pleated skirt resembling moonlit smoke. Her every step was measured and graceful, exuding the majesty of an empress ruling the world and the ethereal elegance of a fairy ascending Kunlun Mountain.

Such beauty and grace were rarely witnessed by others, as those who saw her face often chose to destroy their own eyes, unwilling to let her immortal visage remain in their sight.

Lu Yinghua was among the fortunate few allowed to gaze upon her true appearance without such dire consequences. Yet, he did not feel lucky. Instead, he silently lamented his predicament.

"Ying'er, what brings you to Mount Lu seeking your master?"

Cult Leader Luo Hao's tone softened, resembling that of a kind and patient teacher. Yet the aura of absolute supremacy on her face remained unchanged.

"It is a matter of great importance! I have written everything in this letter. I hope Master will bestow her grace and read it."

Lu Yinghua presented a letter in his hand.

Cult Leader Luo Hao beckoned with a slight gesture, and the letter flew into her jade-like hand. She unfolded it and scanned its contents, reading every detail of the recent events in the island nation to the east.

"Good! That tough, cunning old wolf has been slain by the new King. Roy Crowley? I will remember this name!"

Cult Leader Luo Hao's words startled Lu Yinghua. He knew that among the Campiones, the only names Luo Hao deemed worthy of knowing were those of Marquis Voban and Lady Aisha. As for the newer generation of Campiones, she disdained to even learn their names, so great was her vanity.

But now, she had remembered the name of this new king. This was not a good sign!

Lu Yinghua asked cautiously, "Master… you're not planning to go and challenge the new 'King,' are you?"

"Although the foreign King defeated my old rival, I am the greatest in the world. Why would I bother traveling across mountains and rivers for such a trifling matter? If the mood ever strikes me, perhaps I'll meet him. For now, Ying'er, leave!"

Cult Leader Luo Hao's tone brimmed with unparalleled arrogance, like a phoenix descending with regal majesty. Yet, her arrogance did not evoke distaste. On the contrary, it seemed entirely fitting—an intrinsic part of who she was. Without her self-assured pride, she would not be Luo Hao.

Lu Yinghua silently cursed himself. Of course, this matter might have been monumental to the world's mystical communities, but to his master, it was indeed just a minor event. Expecting her to personally intervene was entirely unrealistic.

"Yes, Master. I dare not disturb you further. I shall take my leave now!"

With another deep bow, Lu Yinghua swiftly departed.

Dealing with this master was always an overwhelming experience.

…

On the plane to Jerusalem, Roy was seated at his desk, writing and sketching symbols as he internalized and personalized the knowledge he had learned from Erica.

After completing the final symbol, he took a sip of the coffee beside him, savoring its flavor with a faint smile of satisfaction.

Erica had served him in an intimate way here earlier, and Roy's mind still lingered on the tender sensations of being wholly enveloped. Erica was only fourteen, barely above the age of legal culpability in Modern China.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment and self-consciousness. His first twenty years in the Modern China had made him a law-abiding young man, with values deeply ingrained from that time. During his fifteen years in the world of A Certain Magical Index, his life had been austere, and he had encountered few women. Apart from his sister Laura, the people he saw most were Puritan nuns.

Now, as a young man in his prime, it was natural for him to be drawn to beautiful girls. But the act of using power to compel anyone left him feeling uneasy. He was far from achieving the casual, guiltless demeanor of someone like Aleister.

"I still have much to learn," Roy muttered with a sigh.

He thought back to the moment when he gave Erica the holy liquid imbued with his authority. When she swallowed it, her body was instantly healed.

Perhaps no other Campione in history had used their authorities in such a manner.

The thought brought a tinge of pride to Roy's face.

Raising his right hand, he addressed the ethereal figure of Aiwass behind him, "…I've noticed something peculiar in my right hand. It feels like there's something new within it."

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(T/N: Here is the extra chapter as promised for going over 50 PS, next will be after 100 PS. Also, there is a funny thing that happened in the review section of this fanfic recently where a mentally deficient person gave this fanfic a review of 1 star while just because of this having a harem. This is so retarded that I can't even say anything, I mean what would you expect of a fanfic when it has a harem tag on it? I was in disbelief but another reader tore him a new one, so I just let it be. But that guy started to spam that 1 star review today, so I just deleted all of them. Moral of the story is: Don't be dumb like that guy.)