If Azril had known that Hestia mistook her for a mere Beast Person, she would've gone berserk on the spot. Even if the other party was a Kami, she would've charged without hesitation.
"They're not my Familia members, but my subordinates," Akiyama Ren stated matter-of-factly, not bothering to hide Azril and the others' true identities. After all, Ouranos was already aware that Ren was an otherworldly God, so there was no need to keep secrets from Hestia anymore.
"Subordinates...?" Hestia tilted her head, her twin drills bouncing with the motion. Her blue eyes squinted in puzzlement.
Gods typically had Divine Envoys, angels, or subordinate deities as followers. Yet the aura radiating from Azril, Jibril, and Schwi was different. While Azril and Jibril looked angelic, their wings grew from their hips rather than their backs—a clear sign that they weren't traditional angels.
"Mm... think of them like Familia members, but... special," Ren shrugged casually.
"Ohh, I see," Hestia nodded. Though seemingly carefree, she wasn't dense. She knew better than to pry into a fellow deity's secrets.
Ren proceeded to introduce Hestia to Azril and the others. Realizing the petite girl before them was also a Goddess, the three greeted her politely out of respect.
Hestia quickly took a liking to the trio, especially when she learned that none of them had joined any Familia. Her inner competitive streak flared up. If she could recruit them into her Familia, she might finally beat that smug Loki and her flat-chested crew!
She could feel the tremendous magic power in each of the three girls. Even the current top adventurer of Orario, Ottar at Level 7, was nothing in comparison.
Although she didn't know where Ren had picked up such monsters, she wasn't entirely surprised. Before the Gods descended, humanity's strength wasn't limited by Falna. Many warriors could easily surpass Lv10 by sheer will and training. It had been an era of true heroes.
Night fell, and Zenin Maki returned from the Dungeon, sweat on her brow and a look of satisfaction on her face. But the moment she saw Ren, she stopped in her tracks, blinking in disbelief.
"What the heck happened to you?! You look totally different!" she exclaimed.
Ren blinked, then chuckled awkwardly. He'd honestly forgotten.
Ah, right. Ever since he became part of the God Spirit Race in the Disboard World and acquired multiple god spirits, his Divine Body had undergone two massive transformations. Add to that the Rimuru template's fusion of Pureblood Dragon traits, Heretic God powers, and Divine Core essence, and well... this change was inevitable.
He waved a hand, summoning a full-length mirror in the room. His eyes widened slightly.
His once dark, messy hair was now a pure, snowy white. Even his eyebrows and lashes had changed, giving him a distinctly ethereal look reminiscent of Gojo Satoru.
But unlike Gojo's iconic blue Six Eyes, Ren's were mismatched: his right eye glowed a seductive crimson—a side effect of the Evil God's influence. Meanwhile, his left shimmered icy blue from the fused god spirits of War and Dragon.
When he activated his Divine Eyes, both turned golden, radiating sacred light.
He had grown taller too—now standing at 186 centimeters. His frame was lean yet powerful, his muscles no longer bulky but perfectly toned. His face was almost too flawless, like a marble sculpture.
Ren frowned slightly. "This isn't what I signed up for... I liked my old look better."
Maki, arms crossed, smirked. "You don't like it? I think it's great. You look like an idol, Ren-kun. Absolutely irresistible."
Ren sighed. "Not helping, Maki."
Back at the villa, Maki caught sight of Azril, Jibril, and Schwi. Her gaze sharpened. Combined with Ren's new look, it didn't take a genius to figure out he'd visited another world again.
"So... who are the new additions?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
Ren didn't hesitate. "Azril and Jibril are from the Flügel. Schwi is a Ex Machina unit. I consider them my sisters now."
Then, he added with a warm smile, "And this is Maki Zen'in—my girlfriend. Like you, she's not native to this world. She came here to train."
Initially, Azril and the others scoffed. After all, in their world, humans were no better than monkeys—weak, naive, and easily manipulated.
But when Ren said Maki was his girlfriend, everything changed. Their eyes widened, and their postures straightened.
Girlfriend?! Then she was the Mistress!
The trio immediately showed proper deference, nodding politely.
"Hello," Maki replied coolly, though her sharp intuition picked up their earlier scorn. Still, she let it slide—for now.
As a former outcast of the Zen'in Clan, Maki had experienced her fair share of judgmental stares. She could immediately tell that Azril, Jibril, and Schwi had looked down on her earlier. But rather than feel anger, she felt determination.
(One day, I'll earn their respect with my own power—not just because I'm Ren's girlfriend.)
Once the introductions were done and things settled, Ren suggested they all go out for a meal together.
"Let's go eat. I don't feel like cooking today," he said, stretching lazily. "And Hestia can't even cook cup noodles without burning them."
"Hey! I heard that, you baka!" Hestia pouted.
But she still tagged along with everyone as they headed out toward the tavern known across Orario—The Hostess of Fertility.
Ren was also secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain cute elf who worked there—Liliruca Arde.
When they reached the tavern, it was packed. The place was buzzing with energy, adventurers laughing, boasting, and drinking away the stress of a day's work in the Dungeon.
Ren looked at the crowd and was about to suggest finding another place when Anya the catgirl waitress spotted them.
"Welcomenya! We still have private rooms availablenya!"
"Private room it is, then," Ren replied casually.
"Right this way~nya!" Anya said, tail flicking with excitement as she led them inside.
Azril, Jibril, and Schwi glanced around curiously. The lively energy, the mix of races, and the relaxed atmosphere were so different from Disboard.
"Beastmen are demi-humans here? Huh... strange," Azril muttered.
"And the elves… they're not even in the top three ranked species? How odd," Jibril added, clearly confused by this world's setting.
Ren noticed their puzzled expressions but said nothing. Maki was already explaining.
"This world has its own structure. Demi-humans are common, and elves here use magic, but they're not all-powerful like the ones you know. You'll get used to it."
Although Maki's explanation was brief, it helped bridge some of the cultural confusion.
Once they reached the private room, Ren let everyone choose their food. But since the new girls weren't familiar with the menu, he ordered a spread of the best dishes for them.
Not long after, the food arrived, and the rich aroma filled the room.
"Mmm! This smells divine!" Azril exclaimed.
The girls began digging in with gusto. Even the elegant Jibril didn't hold back, while Schwi quietly scanned each dish with a curious expression before nibbling away.
During the meal, the girls gradually opened up more, chatting with Hestia and Maki. By the end, it felt like a gathering of old friends.
Later that night, Maki tugged on Ren's sleeve with a determined glint in her eyes.
"Time to update my Blessing. And then… maybe we can test out that divine body of yours, Ren-kun~" she teased.
Ren nearly choked.
"O-Oi, don't say it like that in front of everyone!"
The following days passed peacefully, with Ren enjoying a relaxed lifestyle. But Maki threw herself into training with fierce dedication.
She spent her days in the Dungeon hunting monsters, and her nights mastering techniques drawn from the legacy of legendary swordsmen and shinobi—Hiraishin no Kamae and the first six stances of the Celestial Blade Style, a sword art once said to split mountains.
A month later, Maki finally reached another breakthrough.
Status Update:
Strength: S999
Endurance: S999
Dexterity: S999
Agility: S999
Magic: SS1099
Her Magic had shattered the limit and ascended to SS rank. That was thanks to an esoteric ninjutsu technique known only to a few—Yami no Tengoku: Shinra Kekkai, a forbidden art that accelerated her magical growth by forcibly synchronizing mind, body, and mana flow under extreme conditions.
Fighting monsters and using magic in live combat also boosted her growth.
Upon leveling up to Lv3, she selected Abnormal Resistance as her development ability—a top-tier choice that provided resistance to poison, paralysis, curses, petrification, bleeding, and other debilitating effects.
"This is the best safety net an adventurer can get," Ren nodded in approval.
Still, to push her further, Ren wanted Maki to awaken her full potential—to become a true Heavenly Tyrant.
"Let me help you finish awakening your Heavenly Restriction," Ren said seriously.
Maki tilted her head. "How?"
"Simple. I'll use the Authority of Beelzebuth to remove the last trace of Cursed Energy from your body. Once that's done, your Restriction will fully activate."
Maki nodded without hesitation.
With a gentle touch from Ren, Beelzebuth stirred. The remaining Cursed Energy within Maki's body was devoured in seconds.
BOOM!
A powerful surge erupted from within her.
Her physical capabilities skyrocketed—strength, speed, agility, stamina, even reflexes reached absurd levels.
Maki clenched her fists and smirked. "Now I feel like I could fight a Level 5 with just my bare hands."
"That's because you probably can," Ren laughed.
A grin bloomed on her lips.
Now, she had no doubt—she would absolutely reach Level 4 in the next 40 days.
Fueled by this confidence, Maki decided to challenge a new expedition—an even deeper floor of the Dungeon.
Ren, of course, had no objections. The current Maki was no longer just strong—she was a walking calamity.
A true Heavenly Tyrant, her raw physique alone already rivaled high-tier Level 5 adventurers.
In the world of Jujutsu Sorcery, she would be recognized as a Special Grade without question.
However, delving into the deeper Dungeon floors meant carrying a mountain of supplies.
Food, potions, tools—especially potions. Healing potions, stamina potions, mental restoration potions, Magic recovery potions... the list went on.
But logistics were no problem for someone like Ren.
He simply conjured a divine-grade spatial storage ring—a neat 100 cubic meters of inventory space—and gifted it to Maki.
Her eyes sparkled like a child receiving a rare gacha pull.
That night, she repaid Ren's kindness in full.
And by full, it meant satisfying every single one of his shameless demands without holding anything back. They battled fiercely until sunrise, the walls of their bedroom trembling in defeat.
Maybe it was because she knew they'd be apart for at least a month. That night, Maki Zen'in gave it her all.
The next morning, she set off for her expedition without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Akiyama Ren resumed his usual life of leisure.
Sometimes he'd drop by The Hostess of Fertility to enjoy a good meal, and sometimes he strolled through the pleasure district just to admire the Amazonian beauties.
Not that he ever laid a hand on any of them.
"Those girls have kissed more frogs than an otome protagonist... no thanks," Ren muttered with a shudder.
He had standards.
Aside from that, he regularly returned to the world of Disboard.
There, he focused on creating more troops—specifically the Flügel and the Ex Machina.
The Flügel were divine war-beings forged by the War God Artosh, while the Ex Machina were mechanical lifeforms born from the logic and creativity of the God of Doubt, Fahlrow.
As the Only God of Disboard and a composite God Spirit, Ren had not only inherited their divine authority but had vastly surpassed their capabilities.
Creating more units was as simple as willing them into existence.
Now, the Flügel numbered over three thousand, and the Ex Machina exceeded fifty thousand.
With these forces, invading the Campione world would be a breeze. A full-scale conquest of the multiverse was well within reach.
Another month slipped by.
The 100-day mark loomed close.
And yet, there was still no sign of Maki Zen'in.
Ren wasn't worried—he'd embedded divine tracking runes onto her body. If anything went wrong, he would've known instantly.
Day 91—no return. Day 93—still gone. Day 95—no sign of her.
Finally, on the evening of the 99th day—
A figure staggered through the gate of the villa, her steps heavy but proud.
It was Maki Zen'in.
Her clothing was torn and stained with blood. Her body bore wounds upon wounds—some fresh, others just scabbed over.
But her eyes blazed with the light of victory.
Ren's heart clenched. Even for someone like her, this must have been hell.
With a silent gesture, he raised his hand.
A surge of divine power enveloped her.
In the next moment, every injury vanished. Her vitality, stamina, and mana refilled instantly.
Not even a scar remained.
Looking fresh and whole again, Maki grinned, tossed herself into Ren's arms, and said cheerfully:
"Dear~! Hurry up and update my Blessing~!"