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Akira wakes up in a pond of water that was localized in the void. He gets up slowly and looks at his reflection.
His appearance. It shockingly reverted back to when he was still human. Short Blue hair, and eyes, a fit body. He felt human once again.
None of his powers currently worked.
"Hahahaha!! Look who's back!! The mortal who proved the "Three Isekai Cliché Deaths" to be possible all at once! Hahaha I still remember it to this very day!" This figure was the ROB, aka the one responsible for reincarnation Akira in Tensura when he had died.
"R–Rob...?" Akira says.
"IT IS I !" ROB says as he appears before Akira. An unknown god with no face or body. Just a presence and a voice for communication... as well as an irritating personality.
"It's been a long time hasn't it..." Akira asks.
ROB's voice shifted, a strange resonance in the empty space. "It indeed has been. 3 years exactly!"
Akira's heart pounded, his thoughts swirling. The journey he'd taken in those three years—the people he'd met, the power he'd gained, the sacrifices—flashed in his mind, but hearing ROB's voice again brought a strange sense of finality.
"A lot has happened after you granted me a second chance at life... After consuming Veldanava's corpse and ascending to Godhood, I climbed the ladder high enough to become an Outer God. Azathoth nominated me... I got married, had a kid. And now, I'm back at my origins."
Akira's voice had an edge to it, a mix of pride and bitterness. His reflection in the water seemed so distant now, the man who had once been human a far-off memory. The path he'd walked from being an ordinary person to the towering being he was now had been filled with triumphs and tribulations. But now, in this strange space, it felt like none of that mattered.
ROB didn't respond immediately, and for a moment, the void was silent. But the presence of the entity loomed heavily, and Akira could feel the weight of its gaze on him. Finally, the voice spoke again, soft but heavy with a strange amusement.
"So, you think you've reached your peak?" ROB asked, his tone amused but laced with something else—an underlying challenge.
Akira grinned, despite the unsettling atmosphere. "Maybe. But I think I've earned a moment to remember who I was... and who I am now."
Akira's eyes flickered with a hint of annoyance as ROB's voice hummed through the void. "Howard, huh? Yeah, that bastard's always been good at taking advantage of weaknesses. Turning Nihilia into a cube… a cube, of all things."
ROB's tone darkened, his presence growing more intense. "Exactly. And now, he's got power that rivals you and Azathoth combined. The Eldritch Progenitor, reduced to a trivial shape. It's almost laughable."
Akira clenched his fists, his reflection rippling in the water. "I know. The audacity. But what's even more infuriating is how he does it all with a smug grin. You'd think someone with that much power would have more restraint. But no, he plays like a goddamn puppet master."
ROB's voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. "The thing is, Akira, Howard didn't just get strong. He got smart. And that's what you're up against now. Not just raw power... but strategy. The game's changed."
Akira narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as ROB conjured up the illusions of those closest to him. The figures of Roxanne, Alice, Azathoth, and the entire harem flickered into existence around him, each of them standing still as if frozen in time. The air crackled with tension.
"Why are you doing this, ROB?" Akira asked, his voice laced with both curiosity and disdain. "What's your game this time?"
ROB chuckled, the sound reverberating through the void. "Oh, it's simple really. Howard's mistake was thinking that he could break you. But he forgot one thing—people like you don't break that easily. They just need the right... encouragement."
Akira's gaze shifted over to the illusion of Roxanne, then Alice, his eyes darkening. He could feel the weight of the emotions surging within him. "You think showing me my family will make me break? You know me better than that."
ROB's laugh grew louder, more menacing. "It's not about breaking you, Akira. It's about reminding you. Reminding you of what you stand to lose."
Akira's fists clenched as his mind raced. "Nice try, Diddy. But I'm not falling for it." He stared coldly at the illusions, the bond between him and his family stronger than any trickery.
The voice of Azathoth suddenly rang out, his tone almost mocking. "You've always had a choice, Akira. What will you do now?"
Akira's eyes flickered with a cold resolve. "I'll do what I always do. I'll take control." He turned his gaze back to ROB, his voice becoming steely. "And I'll make sure no one stands in my way."
Suddenly, the illusions of his loved ones began to swirl.
Suddenly, Akira's body transforms back to his godly appearance after eating up Achilles and Noxinyargan. His hair long and white, his eyes crimson red and his expression sleepy.
"There you go! That's the Akira I'm proud to call my son!" ROB says jokingly.
Akira raises a brow. "Your wha–"
"Tell you what, when you died for the first time, how many wishes did i promise you?"
"Umm... Three if I remember correctly." He replied.
"And how much did I give you?" He asked.
"...One counted for two... but you still accepted. So a total of four I guess..." Akira says.
"That's right! So you owe me a wish! You'll just have to do it for me." ROB says.
"You want me... to make YOUR wish reality...?" Akira asks.
"Yeah boy!" ROB responds.
"...Can I even do that...?" Akira asks.
"My wish is... for you to destroy the threats that get closely on par with you in terms of power!"
"...You want me... to be some sort of good willed God? But you've seen me destroy countless creations!" Akira responds.
"No silly! I want you TO DESTROY what's perturbing the Nexus right now... Howard!"
Akira stood in silence for a moment, staring at the endless void around him. The weight of ROB's words hung heavy in the air. "I'll do it," he said finally, his voice steady but laced with a quiet determination. "I'll end him. I'll end Howard and whatever chaos he's bringing to the Nexus."
ROB's formless presence seemed to brighten, a warmth spreading through the void. "That's what I like to hear!" he said with excitement. "When you return to the dimensional gap, you should find something crucial to defeating him. Consider it a little gift from me."
Akira nodded but didn't move immediately. His gaze lingered on ROB. "I'll do what you ask, but I still have questions. About you. About all of this. There's too much I don't understand."
ROB's voice softened, his tone almost fatherly. "I promise we'll meet again, Akira. Next time, over a nice cup of tea. I'll tell you everything you want to know. But for now…" He paused. "You've got a destiny to fulfill."
Akira exhaled and gave a faint smirk. "You better keep that promise."
With a flash of light, Akira's form vanished, leaving the void eerily quiet. ROB's presence lingered, a faint chuckle echoing through the emptiness. "Good luck, my child. You're a pride to behold. Show them the strength of what I created."
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Back in the dimensional gap, Howard's figure loomed ominously as the chaos around him twisted and warped under his control. Space itself bent unnaturally, folding in on itself as he exerted his will. The vibrant hues of the dimensional void dimmed, overtaken by a suffocating blackness that pulsed with his energy.
Howard moved with purpose, his steps calculated and deliberate. Every flick of his hand brought devastation—entire fragments of reality crumbled like fragile glass. He was cutting a path straight to the heart of the plane. His goal was clear: the Nexus. The singularity. The absolute center of all creation within the Nexus Plane.
"Just a little further," Howard murmured, his voice dripping with malice. "Once I reach it, everything will bow before me. Even Azathoth and his foolish 'allies.'"
Behind him, the space he'd left behind remained in disarray—a shattered ruin of what once was, a testament to his unchecked power. But Howard's focus was unyielding. He could feel the pull of the Nexus now, the core calling to him like a heartbeat, its immense energy promising unparalleled power.
"Soon," he whispered with a grin, his eyes narrowing. "Soon, the Nexus will be mine."
A sharp, radiant beam of light sliced through the suffocating darkness, grazing Howard's form. He froze mid-step, the twisted smile on his face faltering as he slowly turned to look behind him.
There stood Akira, his figure illuminated by a soft glow that defied the corrupted chaos around him. His long white hair swayed gently, and his crimson eyes burned with determination, though his expression remained as calm and sleepy as ever.
Howard's grin returned, more twisted than before. "Oh? Akira. I must admit, I didn't expect you to return so soon from ROB's clutches. But no matter. I'll just ask him myself after I've dealt with you."
With a flick of his hand, the entire dimensional gap warped. Reality itself folded and twisted toward Akira, as though Howard was bending not only space but Akira's very existence.
Yet Akira remained untouched. The bending failed to distort him. His form stood resolute, as though the laws of reality had no claim over him anymore.
Howard's smirk faded into a frown. "Interesting. It seems ROB did more than just send you back."
Akira finally spoke, his tone unwavering yet laced with subtle defiance. "You could say I've outgrown your little tricks, Howard. Let's not waste time. You and I both know where this is going."
The void around them crackled with tension as the two forces prepared to clash, the weight of their power threatening to tear the dimensional gap apart.