Suppressing the noise of his other self with dozens of chaotic wills, he endured a splitting headache and crawled outward, his newborn body spreading its wings. Trembling like an infant, he moved toward that dazzling Silver light, closer and closer.
It was within reach, weak, and seemingly unable to resist. Then his muddled mind caught a glimpse of another color. That Silver light was suddenly coated in an intensely brilliant golden Gold Rank daylight, with one large sun and one small sun appearing together, painfully bright.
A voice declared loudly.
"You stand right there and don't move. I'm coming to beat you up."
"Just based on how you look, I'm definitely beating you today. I'll twist off your other two heads and rip your tail clean off."
She wiped the cold sweat from her face and muttered that if this kept burning like this, she did not know whether her faith would still be enough. Fate had to reincarnate all day and had no time, and could not even gather faith, so beings like that only needed to sleep. Someone like her, who had to rush around putting out fires, had far more to worry about.
She complained that this guy was supposed to be a young god, yet burned resources at an absurd rate, and without getting Daylight back, her own reserves would never have been enough. Relying only on logging in as a substitute and remote control could not truly solve Fate. She needed to find a way to send him over directly.
She paced in circles while scanning below, searching for any method that could send someone there in one step. Time could not afford to be wasted, so she turned her head and clicked her tongue. With a sigh, she cursed that troublemaking old fellow and decided to rely on him, ordering him to hurry up and send the person over.
Seeing a usable tool, or rather a teammate, she cleared her throat to disguise her voice and began to deliver a divine oracle. She asked what was going on, and the answer came that no one knew, as this kind of phenomenon had never been seen before. The only thing that matched was the image data last seen inside Magic Staff.
Lilith was trying to pry open Bella's head to take a look, while Bella held her own head down in protest. Both froze when they saw Belial suddenly glowing all over. He was shouting and rolling around as if he had completely lost his mind.
The viewpoint shifted back again. Belial appeared as usual, wearing Ghidorah Armor, and stared for quite a while before growing uneasy. He did not know what to say first, since Lilith was different and had long experience, while this one felt unfamiliar, and he worried about making a bad impression.
People like him were like this, bold and unhinged with those he knew well, but overly cautious and polite with strangers. Before that could become a problem, he caught a glimpse from the other side. A massive claw made of pure darkness slammed down hard.
That left him no choice but to force a login, estimating how long his remaining resources could hold the connection. Mephist felt he could support it a bit longer, so the priority was to help win the fight in front of them first. More importantly, he would never forget that familiar aura, the same stench as those canteen ladies in that blood-red space, which meant an enemy that had to be hit hard.
He shouted for it to get lost. Outside, Sylvia's body paused as her hair dyed itself into golden Gold Rank, and golden Gold Rank dragon horns extended from her head. Her eyes shone like the sun as she turned around.
The dragon girl with red pupils and golden hair glanced once and gave a sharp cry. A rippling solar ring filled with Gold light manifested behind her, and an illusory dragon head opened its jaws and roared. The sound wave spread like Lightning Magic, forming expanding rings of golden light that tore apart the dark fog and unleashed a floodlike beam of golden Gold Rank Lightning Magic dozens of meters wide.
This was the heirloom of King Ghidorah, an equal to Godzilla's Spiral Heat Ray. Although the Thousand-Year Dragon King was considered the weakest within the King Ghidorah lineage, four full stat boosts pushed its power to an extreme level. With such bonuses, even a tiny one could strangle King Ghidorah's neck with a hoop.
The enormous black claw was shattered and the attack burned straight through the darkness, carving out an empty path. Faint screams echoed, but they did not stop the hidden horror behind from trying to reclaim what it wanted. Instead, the response only grew more violent.
Several massive roars followed, bringing crushing wind pressure as the ground warped. Mountains and rivers rose abruptly, then were suddenly torn apart into molten Rift and Canyon. Everything around twisted, past influences erupting into massive changes in the present of a chaotic timeline.
Sylvia, controlled by Belial, was unaffected and only thought the effects looked flashy but useless. He muttered that something felt wrong, and with his resources nearly spent, it was better to retreat to a safe zone. Protecting teammates mattered more than forcing a fight.
After all, anything that could still roar after taking a gravity beam was not something to finish under these conditions. He marked the location and planned to return later, convinced that if it could tank one gravity beam now, it could one day endure endless Heat Ray. Such an enemy could not be left alone.
Just as he was about to leave, someone called out for him to wait. The original account, the Lord, suddenly logged in and rushed over from the horizon, relaxing after seeing the situation. Quietly, it explained that the enemy had been obsessed with swallowing Sylvia, the very person he was possessing.
Until the main body arrived, the cost of holding the line would be covered, and arrangements had already been made to Teleportation the true body over. Belial blinked in surprise and was about to respond, but new movements stirred within the darkness and drew all attention away.
It was coming. Dawn saw Belial's eyes widen, then heard him shout in alarm as three long-necked heads emerged from the dark. The former Gold radiance had fallen into black filth, with dull purple patterns spreading like disease across the scales and blood-red light flickering at the edges.
The color was drained, yet the scales pulsed as if breathing, extending outward in jagged, sea-cucumber-like protrusions with rows of bony spikes. No body could be seen, only necks stretching as if from the end of time. The most striking was the head with branch-like horns, sharp and uneven, unmistakably that of a vicious dragon.
There were three heads in total, each different, bearing aspects of bronze, iron, gold, and silver fused together. They gazed in three directions and looked unreal, as they were not the true body but a manifested will. When the three-headed dragon extended from the darkness of Fate and saw Belial, it froze as well.
Something on the figure before it felt deeply familiar. Belial was the first to snap out of it and immediately roared in anger. Even without seeing the full body, that shape alone made his blood boil.
He cursed that even if it was not the original the Lord, anything with three heads, traces of gold mixed with purple, and the nerve to oppose him deserved to die. One look confirmed it, three heads, gold-tinged scales, purple mixed in, long necks without a visible body. This had to be the famous nemesis from the Godzilla series, the three-headed dragon King Ghidorah.
Though it did not resemble any known variant and looked like a drunken mix of Demon King and a star-eater, at least two panels inside him were already screaming to jump in and strangle those three necks. Planetary and dark aspects reacted most fiercely, having truly fought King Ghidorah before, while Thousand-Year Dragon King also raged at the fake.
As for Belial, he had no objections. One whiff told him this was another old enemy that had to die. A Godzilla that had never fought King Ghidorah was incomplete, since no other monster mattered as much.
Someone hurriedly stopped him and told him not to rush. She pulled his focus back and explained that dealing with Fate shards required more steps, describing the mechanism in detail. She suggested deploying the small translated space she had given him earlier to temporarily cut off the influence.
He nodded, saying it was just a mechanics-based enemy and manageable, especially with a guide provided. He added that he had an even better solution and confirmed that the resource cost would be covered. He planned to send Thousand-Year Dragon King in first to test the waters.
After this loud, face-to-face plotting, Bahamut reacted, or more accurately, the Abyssal Gods behind him did. That hated light and familiar aura revealed who the true the Lord was, the same Black Dragon that had smashed and looted before leaving without a word.
The priority now was Bahamut's true name. Fate had not fully revived, and the login process was stuck midway, requiring the true name to be recovered. Swallowing Sylvia and reclaiming the final Silver authority would allow control of the present and lead to the true name's location.