The moment Akiyama Ren unleashed the Void God's gravitational pull, the Flügel were left completely dumbfounded.
Their Father God—Artosh-sama, the War God—was being overwhelmed before their very eyes. An unfamiliar God Spirit Race, no less! How could such a thing happen? Was this even real?
Panic gripped their expressions, but none dared to intervene directly. The gravitational pull from Ren's black hole was too strong—even they would be devoured in an instant.
However, Azril, the leader of the Flügel and elder sister to Jibril, quickly regained her composure. Clenching her fists, she gave a sharp command. "Everyone! Lend your power to Artosh-sama! Focus it into his body—form a unified Divine Strike!"
All over Abante Heim, the rest of the Flügel received the signal. In that instant, countless beams of divine energy were transferred into Artosh's body. His muscles bulged with divine might, the golden glow of war burning in his eyes as he resisted the black hole's drag with a furious roar.
The struggle of two absolute powers was enough to tear Disboard apart.
Time fractured. Space cracked.
All laws of the world began collapsing, as if the entire realm were being overwritten by their clash.
Akiyama Ren—no, the Only God now—stood unshaken.
"Even now, you're impressive, Artosh-san," Ren murmured, a note of respect in his voice. "But it ends here."
He raised a finger and snapped.
Instantly, he invoked the Void God's spatio-temporal control. The warping, collapsing space stabilized. Then, with a casual wave of his hand, Ren expanded the black hole—one hundredfold, one thousandfold, ten thousandfold!
Its gravity surged.
Artosh's expression darkened. A bitter smile crossed his face.
"So... this is the strength of the new 'strongest.'"
With those final words, the War God stopped resisting. His form was swallowed whole by the singularity, vanishing into oblivion.
Even if he hadn't surrendered, the result would have been the same.
The surrounding Flügel screamed in anguish.
"F-Father God!!"
Their revered deity, the supreme God of War, was gone.
Ren, however, only scoffed. "Tch. I expected more. You couldn't even withstand one percent of Rimuru's power..."
Without hesitation, he waved his hand once more. "Infinite Prison."
Chains of light wrapped around the stunned Flügel, freezing them in place. Then, with a shimmer of teleportation magic, Ren brought them directly to Abante Heim.
The floating sky-city of Abante Heim shimmered in the skies like a beacon of knowledge and power.
Its architecture defied common sense—impossible geometry, drifting cubes, and a chaotic elegance that made it feel both divine and alien. At its center floated a giant ribbon-decorated Dragonewt skull—Jibril's trophy from her infamous solo kill. A record of the strength of the Flügel.
Or so it had been.
The remaining forces rallied. Hundreds, no—thousands of angels, each with glowing halos and radiant wings, took to the skies. But Ren didn't flinch.
"Infinite Prison."
Chains burst from the void, sealing every last Flügel into stasis.
Then, his divine presence extended across Abante Heim. A vast consciousness probe infiltrated its core.
"You will serve me now."
The artificial intelligence embedded in Abante Heim screamed in resistance, but was swiftly overwritten.
Within moments, the entire floating world trembled—its allegiance shifted. It became Ren's Shikigami.
With everything in place, Akiyama Ren sat cross-legged at the city's highest point.
"Time to analyze you, Artosh-san."
Ciel spun rapidly, processing the War God's essence.
The Fighting God god spirit within Ren evolved rapidly as Artosh's concept of War and Might was fully absorbed. Divine data and god spirit harmonics melded into perfection.
Ren dove into skill synthesis, focusing every last drop of remaining time granted by the Rimuru template. The skill fusion process was brutal and endless—thousands of magic types, jutsu, divine techniques, and world-specific spells merged.
At the end of it all, he successfully birthed two new Authorities.
Then he summoned his earlier clone.
It still retained the four Ultimate Skills he had embedded into it: King of Wisdom, King of Gluttony, King of Vows, and King of Storms.
"Come back."
Ren fused with the clone, and the four Ultimate Skills transferred into his main body without flaw.
Feeling the explosive rise in power, he smiled. "System, show my current status."
[Ding! Status generated successfully.]
Name: Akiyama Ren
Race: God Spirit Race
Divinity: Only God
God Spirit: Calamity Evil God, Fighting and Battle Saint God, Creation Dragon God
Strength: Star Destroyer-Class (In Disboard: Omniscient & Omnipotent / Single Universe Level)
Authorities: Lord of the Sky, Eastern God of War, Demon Path Dominator, Sixth Heaven Demon King
Talents: Divinity, Divine Eye, Thousand Languages, Artifact Contract, God's Protection, Infinite Regeneration, Immortality
Divine Arts: Word Become Law, Omnipotent Transformation, True Perception, Matter Conversion, Divine Creation, Spatial Mastery, Nature Control, Martial God Path, Aura of the Overgod
Ultimate Skills: King of Wisdom, King of Gluttony, King of Vows, King of Storms
Storage Items: Star Cup, Star Gate, Ring of Plunder, Rimuru Template x1
Looking at the panel, Ren let out a low chuckle.
"Much cleaner now… but definitely a lot scarier, huh."
The status display was far more concise than before, but only Akiyama Ren knew the terrifying depth behind each entry.
Each skill, each Authority—it wasn't just a name. It was a manifestation of countless integrated abilities, complex systems, and world-level mechanics.
Take the Authority [Eastern God of War], for example. It possessed Ten Incarnations, each representing a distinct combat ability refined to the peak of divine warfare.
And the Ultimate Skill [King of Wisdom]? It came with seven sub-skills: Thought Acceleration, Analysis and Appraisal, Parallel Processing, Chant Annulment, All of Creation, Integration and Separation, and Ability Modification—each of them honed from a myriad of worlds and mythologies.
But what truly made Ren's current self terrifying were the newly forged Authorities and Divine Arts created through the Godhead Core.
The Authority [Demon Path Dominator] was one of them. It was forged by assimilating every kind of magic, sorcery, jujutsu, and Onmyōdō he had ever encountered—centered around the innate technique [The Alpha-Omega Codex].
This Authority only had one ability: to wield all mystical arts Ren had witnessed.
It sounded deceptively simple. But it was absurdly powerful.
From the arcane laws of Disboard's magic to the Divine Words of the God Slayer world, the structured Magecraft of the Nasuverse, to the full range of Rimuru's arsenal—including modern-style Onmyōdō and intricate jujutsu techniques—Ren could now wield them all with perfect fluency.
And the most frightening part? [Demon Path Dominator] could still evolve.
With every new spell, ritual, curse, or formula he encountered in future worlds, the Authority would continue to grow, sharpening itself endlessly.
As for the second new Authority—[Sixth Heaven Demon King]—it was born from pure calamity.
Using the twisted power of the Calamity Evil God, fused with the cursed desires of Tathagata's Heaven of Self-Mastery, and laced with the dark sorcery of curse users and forbidden arts, it granted Ren absolute control over all negative forces.
Emotions, sins, urges—nothing escaped him. Through this Authority, he could invoke and manipulate the seven emotions and six desires, along with the seven deadly sins.
To make someone angry, despairing, lustful, or broken—was but a passing thought.
It was the Authority of absolute corruption, and Ren wielded it like a conductor directing a symphony of chaos.
Beyond the Authorities, his arsenal of Divine Arts had also evolved.
From [Spoken Words Follow the Law], born from all forms of incantation, to [Matter Conversion] and [Matter Creation] from alchemy and construction systems, to [Space Manipulation], refined from all teleportation and spatial techniques—Ren could now rewrite reality at will.
Even his vision had changed. By combining the Six Eyes, Witch's Sight, and spiritual perception, he had formed the Divine Art [God's Eye]—allowing him to see through truths that even gods would fear.
After confirming his new capabilities, Ren stood and stretched, letting his new divine body adapt to movement.
This body—an amalgamation of pure-blood Dragonewt, Heretic God, God Spirit Race, and Godslayer—was terrifying in every way. His defense was practically absolute. His raw physical strength alone could shatter a planet without divine energy.
Ren cracked his neck lightly and turned his gaze to the Tianyi Kind he had trapped earlier.
"The War God is no more. I'll offer you one path—submit, and become my weapons."
He didn't bother repeating himself.
As he finished speaking, Ren released a fraction of the conceptual authority from his [Fighting and Battle Saint God] god spirit.
It was the very essence of war and supremacy.
The instant it spread through the room, silence fell.
His divine soul space now resembled a newly born cosmos. At its center floated the [Star Cup], glowing like a brilliant sun. Orbiting it were his three god spirits—Calamity, Battle, and Creation—like planets spinning in divine harmony.
The Flügel stood frozen. Their father god—Artosh—had been everything to them. His death was a wound they couldn't ignore.
Azrael, their leader, clenched her jaw, ready to curse Ren. But the moment that warlike divine pressure flooded the air, even her voice died.
It was unmistakable.
The Concept of War. The Concept of the Strongest.
Was Ren… their new War God?
Conflict flared in their eyes. Loyalty battled reason.
It was Jibril who stepped forward first.
"I am willing to submit."
Her voice was calm, firm.
The moment she spoke, the other high-ranking Flügel turned toward her in disbelief.
"Jibril-chan, what nonsense are you saying?!" Azrael shouted, aghast.
Jibril, the genius of their race, had always been different.
Unlike the others who blindly worshiped Artosh, Jibril thought for herself. If Artosh made an error, she wouldn't ignore it. She didn't cling to divinity—she pursued strength and truth.
Now that Akiyama Ren had obtained the Star Cup and ascended as the Only God of Disboard, Jibril felt no hesitation in pledging her loyalty. For a proud member of the Flugel she had always believed in one principle: serve the strongest.
With the War God Artosh defeated and devoured, Ren stood alone at the pinnacle. Not only had he claimed the Star Cup and inherited the mantle of the Only God, but his god spirit concepts included both "war" and "the strongest." There was no longer a reason to look elsewhere.
"Jibril-chan, what are you saying?!" Azrael shouted, eyes wide in disbelief.
The other high-ranking Flugel stared at Jibril, stunned into silence.
Akiyama Ren turned his gaze toward her, and for a brief moment, even he was slightly captivated.
The Flugel were a race known for their angelic beauty, and Jibril embodied that to perfection. Her long, radiant hair shimmered in shades of violet and pink, cascading down like silk past her knees. When it swayed, it caught the light like a prism, reflecting rainbow hues. Her wings, extending not from her back but from her hips, marked her celestial nature.
Her unique eyes—lavender with golden irises—were mesmerizing. When her gaze focused, a glowing cross would appear in the pupils, as though marking her divine intellect. Her clothing, while elegant, left much of her fair, flawless skin exposed. A short top barely covered her chest, and a long slit skirt revealed her lithe, alluring legs. She wore a thigh-high stocking on one leg and a long glove on the opposite arm, creating a beautifully asymmetrical style. Her wing-shaped ears and floating geometric halo completed her ethereal presence.
In his previous life, Ren had loved watching No Game No Life, and among all its characters, Jibril had been his favorite—even after the movie showed her tragic battle against Schwi. Seeing her now, in the flesh, standing before him, he knew one thing for sure:
He had to make her his.
"I accept your loyalty," Ren said, a gentle smile playing at his lips.
With a snap of his fingers, the Infinite Prison sealing Jibril was dispelled.
She flew gracefully toward him and knelt on one knee. "Flügel Unique Individual Jibril, greets my Lord."
"Mm. Rise," Ren nodded.
"Yes!" she replied crisply, her tone both respectful and sweet.
The other Flugel around them looked on, their expressions dark and conflicted.
Jibril turned to face them. "The War God is gone. The strongest in this world is now Lord Only God. We, the Flügel, were born to serve the strongest. That is our truth!"
Her voice rang clear and powerful, shaking the silence.
Azril clenched her fists, clearly conflicted. But in the end, even she could not deny the truth.
After a long pause, she stepped forward and bowed deeply. "We, the Flügel, are willing to pledge our allegiance to Lord Only God."
With Azril's declaration, a wave of motion passed through the Flugel. One after another, they knelt.
Ren smiled with satisfaction. Over three hundred elite Flugel now his to command. It was the start of something grand.
With a wave of his hand, he dispelled the Infinite Prison, releasing the rest of the Flügel.
Turning to Raphael, one of the senior members of the race, he gave his first order. "My name is Akiyama Ren. From now on, I leave the management of the Flügel to you. Let your people rest and recover. Soon, we'll march together—into other worlds."
Gasps and murmurs of awe spread through the crowd.
"Other worlds..." someone whispered.
Even Azril, Jibril, and Raphael looked at him with newfound reverence. Not even Artosh, the War God, had possessed the ability to traverse worlds. But Akiyama Ren—this god among gods—could.
Their reverence shifted into anticipation.
Raphael stepped forward and bowed. "Yes, Lord Ren. We will prepare at once!"
Satisfied, Ren turned to Jibril and Azril. "From now on, the two of you will serve as my personal guards and remain by my side."
"Yes, Master!" both women answered in unison, their voices resolute.
And with that, the strongest angelic race of Disboard—the once-proud followers of the War God—became loyal wings beneath the Only God.