It had been a short while since I'd awakened from the Goddess's divine gift, and already the world felt different—lighter in my chest, stronger in my veins. Infinite mana had always made me untouchable, but now it thrummed with a divine resonance that was impossible to mistake. Even Igami noticed it; she walked at my side like a guardian angel, though her eyes betrayed something softer—devotion, love.
We walked along the winding road that stretched toward the Demon Castle, the ominous spires of its fortress visible in the distance. The air grew heavier the closer we came, the sky painted in gray clouds that bled faint shades of red across the horizon.
And yet, even in this foreboding landscape, Igami found a way to brighten the moment. She held a small bundle of candies, each wrapped in glimmering paper that caught the dim light in strange, otherworldly ways. She placed one gently into my palm, her fingers brushing mine as though she were offering me a treasure rather than simple sweets.
I popped it into my mouth, and instantly the flavor exploded—sweet, smooth, perfect in every way. There wasn't a trace of bitterness or imbalance. These weren't the clumsy confections of this dimension. No, these were crafted elsewhere, touched by divine hands. I was almost certain of it.
"Tell me, Master" Igami asked softly, her sapphire eyes watching me with that almost overwhelming warmth of hers. "Are the candies pleasurable?"
Her question wasn't casual. The way she asked it… it was as if she were testing me, seeking not only my approval but also a piece of my heart.
I smiled faintly, returning her gaze with the affection of a man speaking not to a servant but to a wife. "Yeah" I said. "They're more than good. They're perfect."
Her lips curved into a tender smile, her cheeks touched with the faintest blush. I reached for another candy, already anticipating its sweetness.
And then it happened.
A dagger tore through the air with a shrill whistle, fast, precise. It was aimed directly at Igami's hand, the one holding the candies. At the last instant, she flicked her wrist, dodging it with effortless grace. The blade sliced past, embedding itself into the ground at her feet with a dull thunk.
The joy of the moment shattered instantly.
My jaw tightened as I stared at the dagger, fury boiling up from within me. Someone had dared—dared—to disrupt this simple peace, this small, perfect fragment of happiness.
"That's not pleasing at all" I said, my voice low and cold, but my anger sharp enough to cut stone. I turned my gaze toward the direction the weapon had come from, my eyes narrowing into something dangerous.
Igami noticed immediately. She always noticed.
Her own aura shifted violently, her calm composure unraveling into something darker. She could accept countless insults, countless dangers—but when harm threatened me, when anyone dared disturb the fragile perfection of my life, something inside her snapped.
Her eyes, once full of affection, now burned with a feral intensity. A terrible smile curled on her lips.
For Igami, the line had been crossed. And when that line was crossed, she became something even demons feared.
"Good, good! At least you know how to dodge!" a mocking voice rang out from the treeline, smooth yet dripping with malice. "I heard the rumors—that you two slaughtered partners. But that can't be true, can it? A maid and a mage, killing them? Don't make me laugh."
From the shadows of the forest, two figures emerged, their presence immediately bending the air with tension.
The first was an assassin, her form draped in tight black leather that clung like a second skin. Around her floated six daggers, orbiting lazily yet with the deadly promise of striking at any second. Each one shimmered faintly with enchantments—poison, shadow, wind.
The second was her opposite in every sense. Adorned in shining armor traced with golden filigree, she wore a pair of gauntlets that glowed with raw mana, the kind that rippled across the surface of her skin in crackling waves. Every punch would strike like a cannonball. The crest emblazoned on her chestplate was unmistakable.
"...Sacred Knights" I muttered grimly.
Igami, standing tall at my side, nodded once, her posture melting into razor focus. Her body shifted smoothly into a combat stance, and I could feel the atmosphere tighten as mana began to swirl around her hands, condensing until it hummed with lethal intensity.
"Shall we make this fair?" I called out, my voice deliberately loud, carrying across the field. I raised my fists, the crackle of divine magic running down my arms. "One on one! Just strength against strength."
The two women exchanged glances before smirking, their eyes glinting with mockery. "Oh, we can do that" the assassin purred, though her voice made it sound like a cruel joke.
I steadied myself, feeling the familiar weight of combat settling into my bones. Part of me almost relished it. It had been too long since I tested my own fists, and now—with divine magic coursing through me—I was eager to know what I was truly capable of.
The forest seemed to hold its breath.
And then they moved.
The gauntleted knight charged straight toward me, every step pounding the earth like a war drum. At the same moment, the assassin blurred into nothingness, vanishing mid-sprint into invisibility.
But Igami was ready.
I barely had time to glance before I saw her hand flicker, deflecting unseen blades with effortless precision. Sparks of mana burst against her skin as invisible daggers met her counterstrikes, her fists flying like thunderbolts. Even when the assassin reappeared only for a blink, Igami was already there—punching her back into the shadows, forcing her into a losing game of hide-and-seek.
Meanwhile, the knight reached me.
Her gauntlet swung forward, colliding with my crossed arms in an earth-shaking blow. The impact forced me back, my boots dragging lines into the dirt as I absorbed the weight of her strike. The gauntlets were more than weapons—they amplified her strength severalfold. Every punch was like being hit by a battering ram.
"Not bad" I muttered, my lips curling into a grin.
Before she could press the attack, I shot forward with my own strike, driving my fist deep into her stomach. The breath whooshed out of her lungs in a harsh gasp as her body doubled over instinctively. I didn't give her the chance to recover.
I followed up immediately, channeling mana into both hands and slamming them upward in a brutal strike under her chin. The upward blow lifted her off her feet for a brief, shocking moment, the sound of impact echoing like a gunshot across the battlefield.
As the knight's body was sent reeling upward from my strike, I seized the moment. My hand shot out and clamped around her ankle mid-air. Without hesitation, I yanked her down with brutal force, slamming her against the ground so hard the impact shook the dirt beneath us. Dust and pebbles jumped into the air as if the earth itself recoiled from the blow.
Before she could even gasp for breath, I swung her body aside like discarded refuse, tossing her across the battlefield. She landed with a rough skid, her armored gauntlets scraping against the soil.
"Get up!" I barked, a grin spreading across my face, half mocking, half exhilarated. "Fight me like you mean it!"
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Igami in her element. She was a blur of movement—her fists a storm, her strikes relentless. The assassin, who once danced untouchable in the safety of invisibility, now stumbled with each blow. Her stealth couldn't hold up under the pressure. Every swing of Igami's arm forced her into view, until her invisible trick was shattered by sheer, unyielding aggression.
"Good work, Igami!" I called out, my voice cutting through the chaos.
But the gauntlet knight wasn't finished. With surprising speed, she lunged at me, her armored leg arcing toward my head in a vicious kick. Instinct surged—I crouched low just as her heel sliced through the air above me. The wind of her strike brushed the top of my hair.
"Too slow" I muttered.
My fist shot upward, timed perfectly, slamming straight into her face. The crunch of impact rang out sharp and ugly. Her head snapped back, and her entire body staggered, knees wobbling as if her consciousness was on the brink of shattering. For a moment, she swayed like a drunkard, her eyes rolling unfocused.
I didn't waste the advantage.
I stepped back, creating distance, my hand open and concentrating mana and then applying wind mana to it—something reckless, something experimental. Mana swirled violently around my palm, the air itself vibrating as it coalesced into a spinning storm of destructive energy. The shape solidified into a razor-edged sphere, shrieking as it tore at reality itself.
"Let's test this out" I muttered, smirking.
With a powerful thrust, I hurled the seething mass toward her. The knight's instincts screamed, and she barely rolled aside, the orb grazing past her armor by mere inches.
Then it hit.
The Rasenshuriken I just made to test the true level of my multiversal level spells list met the side of a distant mountain, and the world shook. The explosion was cataclysmic—an ear-splitting roar as a shockwave ripped through the forest. Stone and dirt vaporized in an instant, and a massive section of the mountain was obliterated as though some god had torn it apart with a single swipe. The ground trembled beneath our feet, birds erupted from the treeline, and the air grew thick with the smell of smoke and ozone.
Silence followed for a heartbeat.
The gauntlet knight, still on her knees, looked at me wide-eyed, sweat trickling down her brow. For the first time since she appeared, there was no smugness on her face—only the dawning realization of what she was truly up against.
A wicked thought crossed my mind, and I decided to let it bloom. Slowly, deliberately, I clasped my hands behind my back like some arrogant villain savoring the moment. The air around me thickened, humming with power. Then, from my skin, mana began to writhe outward—tendrils of pure, condensed energy, glowing faintly with my own essence. They weren't summoned or conjured. Literal pure attacking like weapons.
The first tentacle lashed forward with a crack like a whip, gouging the ground as it missed the gauntlet knight by a hair. She rolled across the dirt, armor clattering, before springing back to her feet. With a roar, she slammed her gauntleted fist into one of the tendrils. The impact rippled through the battlefield, dispersing part of the mana like smoke. For a moment, the tentacle flickered, almost dissolving. But then it solidified again, stubborn, unyielding—my endless supply of mana feeding it back into form.
Her eyes widened. That brief moment of hope she had—snuffed out.
Another tendril struck, curling around her ankle with frightening speed. She gasped, struggling as her body was hoisted into the air. Her arms flailed as the other tentacles swarmed, hammering against her, striking from every direction like relentless serpents. Each impact rattled her armor, denting it, shaking her body violently. She fought, screaming, swinging her gauntlets desperately—but the storm was too much.
I stood there, calm, watching. My tentacles moved with my will, no wasted effort, no mercy. For a moment I glanced at Igami. She wasn't intervening—she only observed me quietly, her sapphire eyes locked on mine. There was pride in her gaze, yes, but also… fascination. It was clear she absolutely loved watching me fight.
Her opponent, the assassin, was already dealt with. Lifeless on the ground, she had fallen without even leaving behind a trace of struggle. Igami had erased her existence with terrifying efficiency.
My tentacles finished their grim work soon after. The gauntlet knight stopped moving, her body broken, spirit crushed. Like all before her, she vanished into nothingness, absorbed into the system as though her existence had been nothing more than a temporary piece in a game.
A soft chime echoed in my head.
[Notification: Target Demon Queen is close by]
I smirked, flexing my fingers as the tendrils slowly disappeared, releasing the mana to the area.
"That's… pretty damn cool" I muttered to myself, still half in disbelief. "I can use raw mana as weapons now. Probably because of the ridiculous amount I've got stored up…"
My eyes flicked back to Igami. Her lips curled into the faintest smile, a mixture of approval and adoration. I couldn't help but smile back before glancing at where the knight's body had once been—already gone, as per usual.
"Master" Igami said softly, her voice calm but tinged with disappointment, "those two were not worth your strength. You could have ordered me to deal with both of them."
Her blue eyes locked on mine—those endless, ocean-like eyes filled with unwavering loyalty. I knew for a fact she wasn't boasting. She truly could've dismantled both Sacred Knights with ease, without even breaking a sweat. And yet, there was something else behind her words. A quiet plea. She wanted me to conserve myself, to avoid unnecessary risks.
She turned her gaze outward, scanning the battlefield, her posture rigid and sharp. Her body language told me she had noticed something subtle, something I hadn't caught. It was almost as if she, too, had heard the system whisper its warning in my mind.
"Well" Igami muttered with a faint growl "she was here… but now she is gone."
The "she" needed no name. The Demon Queen. The faint trace of her presence lingered like smoke in the air, now vanished. Igami's frustration was plain— even though she didn't want me to get in danger, she knew I enjoyed fighting, knew it lit something inside me, and she wanted me to have that joy again. The fact that the Queen had slipped away robbed me of that moment, and Igami did not take kindly to anything that deprived her master of satisfaction.
She turned back to me, kneeling at my side, her hands glowing with soft light as she pressed them gently against my arm. "Your stamina… you must restore it." Warmth washed over me, seeping into my veins, driving out the weight of fatigue.
"I shall gather food for you, Master" she said, her tone steady, but her eyes softened with something that felt dangerously close to love. "Please, allow me just a moment."
She extended her hands, mana swirling around her fingertips in crystalline waves. From the ice that bloomed before us, a statue began to take shape—at first translucent, a perfect likeness of Igami carved in frozen glass. Then, before my eyes, the illusion deepened. The ice bled into color ! her porcelain skin, her long sapphire hair, even the soft shimmer of her maid attire. The figure blinked once, its expression identical to hers.
And then—it moved. It knelt on one knee before me like the original Igami would, then rose smoothly, scanning the surroundings with the same precision as the real one. It was not merely a copy—it was an extension of her will, her essence given flesh.
For a brief second, I thought it was a clone. But the system quickly corrected me.
[Notification: Spell Unlocked – Duplicate Summon: Sentinel Guardian]
I exhaled, staring at the duplicate as it paced the perimeter with calculated grace. It wasn't a copy. It was a guardian forged directly from her magic, loyal as the real thing, and just as protective.
Igami—my Igami—looked at me once more before fading, her form slipping into nothingness as she vanished to carry out her task. The Sentinel remained, an eternal shadow watching over me.
After a short while, Igami returned. The moment she appeared, the Sentinel Guardian spell dissolved into mist, She walked over to me with that ever-graceful composure, then sat neatly by my side, her movements calm and deliberate.
Without a word, she reached into her dimensional pocket, the air shimmering faintly as her hand slipped through space itself. From it, she pulled out a polished plate already arranged with food—clearly made with care and intention.
She set it before me, perfectly grilled cuts of meat, steaming rice seasoned just enough to tease the senses, and a vibrant mix of vegetables that looked fresh as if plucked only moments ago. Resting on an small plate, almost hidden, was a slice of cake clearly meant as dessert.
I blinked at the sight, warmth spreading in my chest. "Thanks… I was really craving some." My voice softened as I added, almost sheepishly "Can I have a drink too?"
Igami's lips curved faintly. She gave a single, graceful nod before slipping her hand once more into the dimensional pocket. This time, she withdrew an elegant wine bottle and poured into a glass as though she had practiced a thousand times. She placed it in front of me with quiet reverence, then conjured a second plate for herself.
Unlike me, she ate delicately—small bites, perfect posture, every movement composed. It was exactly what I expected of her, and yet… there was something endearing in how much effort she put into even this mundane act, as though even eating was a ritual of service for me.
I took my first bite, and my eyes widened immediately. "This is amazing!" I said, my voice louder than intended.
Igami's composure cracked—just slightly. A faint blush colored her cheeks. "I… I am the one who cooked it" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, as if embarrassed to claim ownership.
I paused mid-bite, staring at her. Then, without hesitation, I tore off another piece of meat and devoured it with genuine enthusiasm. "You would be an amazing wife! Good thing I am your master I wonder if I should make a harem" The words slipped out before I had the chance to consider them.
Her fork froze halfway to her lips. Slowly, Igami lowered it, her eyes widening just a fraction. The blush deepened into a brilliant red that reached her ears. "W-wife…" she repeated softly, her voice trembling. She turned her gaze back to me, those ocean-blue eyes shimmering with something far deeper than loyalty.
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3K words minimum chapter ? Pog
Also SHOULD the mc use the demon queen as a permanent summon?
There's 2 types of summon, permanent and temporary.
Temporary : they are summoned with their original power, no alterations at all and they will appear less than permanent summons
Example : Hinata would be fairly weak and her Byakugan would behave as normal, limited and with an blind spot on the back, small chakra amount and limited list of 'spells' (jutsus)
Permanent : they are summoned with the maximum possible power, alterations are applied to their power list and literally anything else to make them better for the mc.
Example : Hinata would be absurdly strong, her Byakugan would not have a limit and no blind spots, her chakra pool would be insane and her jutsu list would be insanely huge.
Also the mc can freely edit an summon, adding spells, removing spells, altering the body or mind, anything at all.