Isekai world destiny

In the celestial realm of Omni God Hizade, Hizade sat on his throne, surrounded by a gathering of gods and high-ranking beings. The celestial being addressed the assembly, his voice echoing with authority, as he proclaimed, "I hereby decree that the Naein Clan shall no longer be recognized as our adversary."

At that moment, an impish smirk played on Hizade's face as he unveiled a new addition to the divine assembly. With a dramatic flair, he announced, "May I introduce the newest god among us — the God of Martial Arts, Kyuren..." He paused for emphasis, then added, "Naein."

Hearing this revelation, the other gods and high-ranking beings exchanged glances, intrigued and perhaps curious about the identity of the new deity. Some whispered among themselves, speculating on the significance of Kyuren's affiliation with the Naein Clan, known for its legendary martial arts prowess.

As Kyuren's identity as the current head of the Naein Clan was divulged, there were murmurs of recognition amongst some of the deities present. They knew of Kyuren's lineage and position as the older sibling of Kanji Naein, a figure associated with the clan as both an enemy and a powerful warrior. This revelation added an extra layer of complexity to the already intriguing situation.

Kyuren, approaching Hizade with an air of confidence, stated his intention. "I have ascended to divinity solely for the purpose of executing Kanji," he declared. His words were spoken with a mixture of determination and a hint of finality.

The God of Knowledge attempted to protest, but his objections were abruptly cut short as one of Kyuren's summoned dragons unleashed a lethal attack, ending his life. The other gods witnessed the scene in stunned shock, their eyes widening at the sight of the Septillion summoned beings, referred to as pets by Kyuren. Each one of these creatures possessed power equivalent to a low-level god, a revelation that sent whispers of astonishment and dread rippling through the assembly.

Kyuren, with an intense look in his eyes, addressed the other gods, his voice filled with a hint of defiance. "Remember this," he asserted. "I am of the Naein Clan, a group of mortals who possess the power to pose a threat to even the divine." His words carried a mixture of pride and a warning, reminding the gods of the potential power his clan held, despite their mortal origins.

Angela, watching from a distance, recognized the threat level posed by both Kyuren and Kanji. As she observed the scene unfolding before her, the knowledge of their shared heritage as sons of the heads of the Naein Clan weighed on her mind. She understood that both Kyuren and Kanji were formidable adversaries, each capable of great power and potential danger.

Angela whispered to herself, recognizing the potential advantage of Kyuren being on their side. "Perhaps it is a positive aspect that Kyuren has allied himself with us," she mused, her voice barely audible. Despite the uncertainty that Kyuren's addition to their side may bring, she saw the potential benefits his power could provide in the ongoing conflicts and challenges they faced.

Amidst the gathering of gods and beings, the Master of the Lightborn Heroes, known as Kagiroi, approached, his presence commanding attention. A sense of anticipation filled the air as he stepped forward, drawing the eyes of all those present, including Angela and Hizade.

Kagiroi's smirk widened as he turned his gaze towards Kyuren, whose height matched his own. With a tone laced with challenge, he addressed Kyuren. "It'll be a pleasure to take down Kanji Naein, accompanied by the self-proclaimed Dragon Emperor, Kyuren Naein," he stated, his words carrying a hint of confidence and a hint of mockery.

The exchange between Kagiroi and Kyuren hung in the air, the air crackling with tension. The other gods and beings watched with baited breath, anticipating the potential outcome of this unexpected encounter between the Master of the Lightborn Heroes and the newly ascended God of martial arts.

Sitting on his throne, Omni King Hizade addressed the assembly, bringing an end to the gathering. "Everyone may now leave," he declared, his voice echoing through the celestial realm. As the statement was heard, the gods, beings, and master heroes began to disperse, leaving the celestial surroundings with a sense of anticipation and lingering questions about the events that had just unfolded.

Zyqnax, having surpassed her own limits and ascended to a new level, stared with unwavering focus. Her gaze was fixed upon the fabled Black Soul, a mythical treasure of the Zelda Kingdom, renowned for its association with magicians and wizards. Her complexion had grown pale, reflecting the intense determination fueling her quest.

Zyqnax stood against a force of hundred's wizards, with none able to lay a hand on her. Amidst the conflict, the Wizard Queen, Harley, stepped forward, approaching Zyqnax and observing her incredible strength.

Harley, the ruler of the wizards, stood before Zyqnax, her eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and caution. She understood the power and determination that radiated from the powerful being before her, and the realization that simply attacking her would be futile.

Harley, addressing Zyqnax, broke the silence with her words. "I recognize your extraordinary power and your unwavering determination," she stated, her voice showing a hint of respect. "But I must ask what is your purpose here?"

Her question hung in the air, a mix of curiosity and wariness in her tone. The wizards behind her stood ready, their gazes fixed on both Harley and Zyqnax, waiting in anticipation for the response.

Zyqnax responded with a voice devoid of emotion, her words filled with a sense of emptiness. "My sole purpose is to acquire the Black Soul," she stated, her voice flat and lacking any sentiment. "It is my only goal, and I will not be deterred."

The seriousness in Zyqnax's tone sent shivers down the spines of the wizards, including Harley. They could sense the determination and single-minded focus fueling her quest. The tension in the air thickened as the Wizard Queen weighed the situation carefully.

Harley, her suspicions roused, studied Zyqnax intently. The Black Soul was no ordinary treasure; it was an artifact, a powerful object of immense importance. Harley's voice held a mix of caution and skepticism as she questioned, "The Black Soul is not an ordinary treasure, you know. It is an artifact with deep significance in our kingdom. Why do you seek it so desperately?"

The other wizards listened intently, their eyes darting between Harley and Zyqnax, awaiting the answer. They knew the value and history of the Black Soul and were wary of its potential misuse or consequences if it fell into the wrong hands. Harley's concern was evident as she probed deeper into the motives behind Zyqnax's relentless pursuit.

Zyqnax's smile grew more ominous, an aura of cruelty surrounding her. She posed a provocative question to Harley, her voice laced with a sadistic tone: "Are you afraid of the consequences?" she asked. "If I take the Black Soul, will your kingdom crumble?"

Harley felt a shiver run down her spine at the audacity of Zyqnax's words. The implication that the stability of the kingdom depended on the possession of the Black Soul was a thought that had never crossed her mind. Fear and anger mingled in her expression as she looked at Zyqnax with a mix of defiance and uncertainty.

Harley responded with a firm tone, her convictions clear. "The strength and resilience of our kingdom are not defined by a single artifact," she asserted, her eyes locking with Zyqnax's. "Our history and the spirit of our people are what truly shape us. While the Black Soul holds significance, it does not dictate our kingdom's fate or identity."

As Zyqnax seized the Black Soul with a mocking tone, the very foundations of the kingdom trembled beneath their feet. Harley watched in horror as the ground shook, the reality of the situation sinking in. She silently questioned if the stability of the kingdom, which she had just passionately defended, was indeed fragile in the face of this single artifact.

Her voice filled with an air of condescension and satisfaction, Zyqnax proclaimed, "You see? The fall of your once mighty kingdom rests on this single artifact. Your words about its insignificance hold no truth. The Black Soul is the foundation upon which your power derives. Without it, your kingdom is as weak and brittle as glass."

Harley, her teeth gritting in determination, unleashed her Ultimate Magic: Enormous Chaos. She invoked the power of the void itself, causing a swirling vortex of chaos to form around her. With a mix of desperation and ferocity, she prepared to counteract Zyqnax's gloating confidence.

Zyqnax stood unmoving, her cold smile never wavering as the entire wizard force of the kingdom launched a barrage of spells at her. Amidst the chaos and magic unleashed, she remained unflinching, a display of sheer power and resilience.

As spell after spell struck her, it became increasingly clear that whatever force protected her was virtually impregnable. The Wizards of the kingdom, in their desperation, continued their assault, each hoping that their spell would be the one to break through her impenetrable defense.

As Harley's Enormous Choas spell hit Zyqnax, she swiftly retaliated, effortlessly absorbing and redirecting the magic. To Harley's surprise and dismay, Zyqnax seamlessly mirrored the spell, turning it into a shield that consumed and deflected the incoming attacks. The wizards witnessed the unexpected turn of events, their hope and determination wavering in the face of this unexpected reversal.

The entire wizard force watched in disbelief as Zyqnax effortlessly adapted and repurposed the powerful Enormous Chaos spell. The once-mighty Kingdom's magic, which had been their strongest weapon, was now being manipulated against them. The tide of the battle shifted further in Zyqnax's favor, casting a shadow of despair over the wizards.

With a chilling tone, Zyqnax spoke, mocking the wizards' once-held confidence. "Your supposed ultimate magic, your only hope, is now merely a tool in my hands," she sneered. "This battle is a mere charade, and your kingdom's magic is nothing but an insignificant toy to me."

With a powerful flap of her black wings, Zyqnax took to the sky, rising higher and higher above the wizard force. From her vantage point, she observed the hopeless expressions on the wizards' faces, reveling in their realization of her superiority.

Drawing upon her repertoire of copied ultimate skills, Zyqnax unleashed "Havoc Vortex." This was a skill replicated from Lysede, the goddess of archery, and it sent a barrage of energy arrows spiraling towards the wizards and Harley, creating havoc in their midst. The arrows tore through the air, each one imbued with incredible power and precision.

As the "Havoc Vortex" spell obliterated the kingdom, leaving devastation in its wake, Zyqnax observed the aftermath with a chilling gaze. Her focus shifted to the Black Soul, the artifact that had been the center of her quest. She held it in her hands, feeling the power it emitted.

With a cold smirk, she spoke, her voice ringing with a mix of triumph and satisfaction. "Your kingdom has crumbled at my feet, all because of this small artifact."

As Zyqnax focused her attention on the Black Soul, delving into its hidden depths, her eyes widened with a mix of awe and excitement. Within the artifact, she discovered a mythical grade Spirit. Its presence was profound, signifying a power beyond comparison. The sight of the Spirit further fueled Zyqnax's ambition and curiosity.

With renewed determination, she withdrew from the Black Soul's confines, contemplating the implications of this newfound discovery.

Next chapter "A truth"