Lucretia froze, her face flushed ever so slightly under Akiyama Ren's intense gaze. Though flustered, she quickly regained her composure and gave a sweet, almost teasing smile.
"Akiyama-san, you're joking again. That kind of Magic is far beyond what someone like me could handle... I wouldn't even know where to begin."
Her words were graceful, but they carried a subtle message of surrender—she'd chosen to back down from her earlier desire to learn Space Magic.
Ren simply smiled. He wasn't in any hurry. Meat already caught doesn't run away, after all. Whether it was today, tomorrow, or next week—it would still be his eventually.
After finishing dinner, he didn't retreat to his room like usual. Instead, his mind burned with anticipation. With so many newly integrated Authorities and innate abilities, he needed a space vast enough to test their limits.
Testing them on Earth? Baka! That would risk blowing up a continent… or worse. And while that would be flashy, it wasn't exactly low-profile.
So, with a calm breath, Ren soared into the skies, shooting upward like a comet as he left Earth's atmosphere and headed into deep space.
"Ah, Master is moving again," Jibril said with a wide grin, her wings fluttering excitedly.
"Shall we follow?" Azril tilted her head, already preparing for pursuit.
Schwi gave a small nod and activated her propulsion system. "Confirmed. Mission: Support Master."
The three girls flew after Ren at full speed. Upon sensing them tailing him, Ren didn't mind at all. Instead, he slowed down just slightly, letting them catch up, and together they traveled across the stars.
Eventually, the group landed on the surface of a massive asteroid located at the edge of the solar system—its size roughly equivalent to Earth's moon.
Jibril looked around in awe, her voice relayed via mana vibrations, "Master-sama~! What are we doing here?"
"Test firing some new tricks," Ren replied coolly. With a casual wave of his hand, he activated the Authority [Divine Familiars], and summoned a colossal Divine Beast—Boar Type.
A rumble echoed across the silent void. The massive creature charged at a nearby asteroid.
BOOM!
With a deafening, invisible explosion, the asteroid shattered into a field of cosmic dust and scattered debris. The destructive force was immediate and absolute.
Azril and Jibril's jaws dropped—figuratively speaking. Even for them, beings of tremendous strength, this was next level.
"He just summoned a beast that shattered a whole planetoid..." Jibril muttered. "Even I'd need to go full power several times over to pull that off."
"Correction: Flügel's maximum output insufficient for single-strike planetary demolition," Schwi added, still trying to process and analyze the move.
But she hit a wall—literally. The Authority system worked on divine laws and cosmic rules beyond logical deconstruction. Even Schwi's hyper-advanced computation couldn't replicate what she saw.
Ren observed his summoned beast fade into particles and nodded. "Mm. Not bad. The real key to an Authority's power isn't the Authority itself—it's the user's strength."
Unlike conventional magi or even Godslayers, who hit a power ceiling and had to find convoluted ways to boost their abilities, Ren's system broke the mold. Godslayers had a fixed mana capacity—even Luo Hao only managed a hack to refill it instantly. But it could never be permanently increased.
Ren? He was different.
"Now, let's try this…" he said with a grin, pulling out the 5-star greatsword Skyward Pride from his [Genshin Treasure Trove].
Spreading his divine power and pouring all his Authorities into the blade, he soared away from the solar system and into a distant galaxy.
Then he unleashed it—
Sword of Beginning and End!
The heavens themselves trembled. A circular wave of divine slashes exploded outward from Ren's body. The slash was pure, condensed destruction, a manifestation of the cycle of creation and annihilation.
Within seconds, the energy radiated across the entire galaxy, and then—
Gone.
The entire star system was erased from existence. No remains, no fragments—just void.
Back on the edge of the solar system, the girls stood frozen.
"What... what kind of power is this?" Azril murmured, eyes wide.
"Master-sama... is terrifying..." Jibril added, both awed and thrilled.
Even Schwi, who prided herself on her logic and processing speed, was speechless. There was no algorithm that could compute that scale of destruction.
Ren was drained after using such a strike. But with [Gluttony King] active, he immediately began absorbing dark matter and cosmic energy from the universe around him. In minutes, his divine power was restored.
He spent the next few hours casually testing other Authorities and innate talents, confirming their effects and combinations. With each test, his grin grew wider.
Eventually, satisfied, he returned to Earth with the girls.
Back in Sardinia, Lucretia greeted him at the entrance, hands on her hips.
"Oi, Akiyama-san, where did you run off to? You disappeared without a word!"
"Ah, nothing much," Ren replied with a cheeky smile. "Just went out and destroyed a galaxy or two."
She rolled her eyes. "Baka. If you're going to joke, at least make it believable."
He chuckled. But the irony? He wasn't joking. He was telling the truth.
People always believed lies—yet refused to believe the truth when it stood in front of them.
—
Midnight.
Ren lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
He sighed.
No Maki Zen'in by his side tonight. No Yukinoshita Haruno either. Not even a teasing onee-san to cuddle with.
A part of him felt a twinge of envy towards Lucretia. She was beautiful, refined, and had been incredibly kind to him. But no matter how much he teased or flirted, the woman had yet to fall for his charms. A real tsundere, huh?
Still, forcing affection wasn't his style—not anymore.
"The last time I got pushy with Pandora… tsk." He clicked his tongue in self-disgust.
That time, he'd let his lust control him—his 'small head' had overruled the 'big head,' as they say. But he was in a rush. The Dark Christmas Festival loomed over him like a ticking time bomb, and he had to awaken as a Godslayer before his Rimuru template expired.
That was when he'd just awakened the System. With divine power at his fingertips, he felt like a god himself—untouchable, arrogant, above morality.
It was like a loser winning the lottery overnight. He'd gorged himself on every indulgence, fueled by years of repression. But after experiencing everything, it all felt… hollow.
Ren's heart had matured since then. With great power came not only responsibility—but also perspective.
"Forget it. I'll go find Pandora," he mumbled, throwing on his clothes.
In the next second, he tore open space with his Authority and stepped into the Gap of the World, the Astral Realm between worlds.
Pandora, sensing his arrival, immediately brightened. Her lavender eyes sparkled as she leapt into his arms.
"Ren-kun~! I missed you!"
Ren smiled faintly, catching her easily. "Save the sugar for later."
Ren's smile faded, replaced by a heated gaze as he pressed Pandora against the wall. "I want you now."
He claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her. She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he grinded against her, his hard length pressing against her core.
He tore at her clothes, shredding the fabric until she was bare before him. She gasped, her hands fumbling with his belt, pushing down his pants and underwear until he was free.
He lifted her up, positioning himself at her entrance. She gazed into his eyes, seeing the raw desire burning within. "Ren-kun... please..."
He slammed into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her body arching as he set a punishing pace, pounding into her again and again. Their bodies slapped together, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing through the room.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He switched to her other breast, his teeth grazing against her nipple, making her gasp.
She could feel the wetness between her legs, their combined fluids dripping down her thighs. She moaned, her body tensing as her first orgasm crashed over her. He groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he continued to pound into her, drawing out her pleasure.
But he didn't stop. He kept going, his pace relentless, his thrusts deep and hard. She cried out, her body writhing as a second orgasm hit her, followed by a third. She was a sobbing, dripping mess in his arms, her body hypersensitive, her nerves on fire.
He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her, his own orgasm finally overtaking him. He filled her completely, his hot seed spilling into her, mixing with her own fluids until they dripped down her thighs.
But even as they came down from their high, Ren didn't stop. He pulled out, only to push back into her, starting the cycle all over again. Pandora cried out, her body already sensitized, her muscles clamping down on him as he filled her again and again.
Hours passed, their bodies slick with sweat and fluids, their breaths ragged, their limbs trembling with exhaustion. But Ren still didn't stop. He couldn't. He needed to mark her, to claim her, to fill her with so much of himself that she would never forget who she belonged to.
Finally, as the first light of dawn began to creep in through the window, Pandora pushed weakly at his chest. "Ren-kun... please... no more..."
He looked down at her, seeing the exhaustion etched into every line of her body. He nodded, finally relenting. "Alright, Pandora. We'll rest now."
He pulled out one last time, his seed spilling out of her, dripping down her thighs. He scooped some up, rubbing it into her skin, marking her as his. She whimpered, her body too sensitive, too exhausted to protest.
As they collapsed together, their bodies entwined, Ren whispered in her ear, "Next time, Pandora. We'll go even longer."
....
The next morning, just past dawn, Ren returned from the Gap of the World with a refreshed look on his face. His steps were lighter, his expression calm. He tossed his clothes aside and fell into bed, letting sleep claim him after a night of... "spiritual training."
Unfortunately, peace didn't last.
At exactly 9:40 a.m., the door burst open without so much as a knock.
"Ren-sama! Are you—AHHH!"
Erica and her childhood friend Liliana had barged in like a pair of squirrels.
Ren bolted upright, groggy. "Oi, have you two never heard of knocking?!"
Liliana gasped and instantly turned her back, her cheeks crimson. "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to—!"
Erica's cheeks turned pink as well. "Ren-sama! Forgive us—we didn't know!" she stammered, eyes darting to the floor as she grabbed Liliana and fled like a pair of startled cats.
Still groggy, Ren blinked. "What's wrong with them?"
Then, realization dawned.
He glanced down.
Ah. Right. After returning from the Gap of the World, he'd stripped completely and fallen asleep stark naked.
When he sat up just now... yep, the blanket had definitely slipped off.
"…Baka," he muttered, cheeks tinged with pink. "No wonder they were flustered."
....
After putting on fresh clothes, Ren made his way to the villa's main hall—only to find it filled with people. Powerful auras saturated the room. He raised an eyebrow.
Among those gathered were the top brass of Europe's magical society:
Paolo Blandelli, leader of the Red Copper Black Cross
Clarisse, the iron-willed Knight Leader
Diana Militou, the Naples branch head of the Bronze Black Cross
Kranjčar, the mysterious commander of the Bronze Black Cross
High-ranking sorcerers from the She-Wolf of Rome, the Eagle of the Azure Sky, the Old Lady of Turin, the City of Lilies of Florence, and the Shield of Parma.
Together, these organizations formed the Seven Sisters—the dominant magical faction in Southern Europe.
Normally, they answered to a Campione. In the past, the south was protected by the King of Swords, Sir Salvatore Doni, while the north was ruled by the fearsome Marquis Voban. But with both slain, Europe now turned to its new sovereign—Ren, the Seventh Godslayer.
Though often called Maou (Demon Lords), the truth was… humanity needed them. Without Campiones to slay rogue gods, Heretic Deities would run rampant.
As Ren entered, conversations stopped. Heads turned. Whispers echoed.
"He's… so young."
"He doesn't even look eighteen."
"…And he's ridiculously handsome. That's not fair."
Ren sat lazily on the grand leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other. His golden eyes shimmered like twin suns.
Erica and Liliana stood by his side, one on each flank like trusted knights.
All at once, the assembled magi knelt.
"Hail, Divine King!" they chorused in unison.
Ren raised an eyebrow. "Divine King? Since when did I get that title?"
A gentle, melodic voice drifted forward. "It was I who proposed it, Your Highness."
The crowd parted, revealing a girl bathed in white.
She was beautiful—no, ethereal. Long golden hair cascaded like sunlight, and her skin had the pale glow of porcelain. There was a fragile elegance about her, like a sakura blossom in the snow.
Ren studied her. "You are?"
At that moment, Erica, who stood gracefully beside Akiyama Ren, leaned in close and whispered softly into his ear, "Ren-sama, that young woman is Princess Alice. Her full name is Alice Louise of Navarre. She's the daughter of Duke Gaudain, the former Chairman of the Greenwich Council of Sages. Though he has stepped down, he remains an advisor. Princess Alice herself is widely revered as the 'White Miko-hime'."
"So it's her," Ren murmured, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.
Despite being in her twenties, Princess Alice possessed the ethereal appearance of a delicate teenager. Her long, flowing golden hair shimmered like sunlight, and her composed demeanor exuded the elegant aura of nobility. Dressed in a pristine white coat paired with thigh-high black boots, her knitted one-piece dress and leggings subtly highlighted her graceful figure.
In terms of beauty, she stood toe-to-toe with Erica and Liliana.
The Sage Council that Princess Alice oversaw was no mere academic body. It was an elite organization comprising influential leaders, scholars, and magic society authorities across Europe. They were particularly fond of assigning titles to Campione, the Godslayers.
Luo Hao was known as the King of Martial Arts or the White Lotus King. Salvatore Doni bore the title King of Swords. Marquis Voban was called the Wolf King. John Pluto Smith had earned the title Pluto, and Alexander Gascoigne was famously the Black Prince.
"So then... why did you choose to call me the God King?" Ren asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
Alice met his gaze without wavering. "Because your strength is unmatched. You've already defeated the King of Swords and the Wolf King. I dare say you may even surpass the Martial Arts King, Luo Hao-sama. In my eyes, you are the true king among Godslayers."
"Fufu, not a bad title at all. I like it," Ren said with a small nod, visibly pleased.
His expression turned sharper as he tilted his head toward her. "So, Princess, have you come here today to swear your loyalty to me as well?"
Without hesitation, Alice lowered herself onto one knee, her voice firm and clear. "Yes, on behalf of the Sage Council, I pledge our loyalty to the great God King, Akiyama Ren-sama."
As though on cue, all the high-ranking magi and delegates from various European magical societies dropped to one knee.
"We swear our allegiance to the God King!"
"Excellent," Ren declared as he rose from the sofa, his commanding presence sending a ripple through the air. "I accept your loyalty."
In that instant, smiles blossomed on the faces of everyone present.
And so, with a single proclamation, the fragmented magical factions of Europe had united under one banner—the reign of the God King had truly begun.
Later, Ren tasked Erica with organizing a grand banquet at the finest hotel on the island of Sardinia to celebrate this monumental occasion. Yet he himself chose not to attend, opting instead for a quieter evening.
Back at Lucretia's home, Arianna prepared a simple but delicious meal.
Ren's absence meant that his loyal companions—Schwi, Azril and Jibril—also skipped the banquet. Surprisingly, even Erica, Liliana, Lucrezia, and Princess Alice chose to stay.
Thus, what should have been a grand political banquet turned into a warm, casual dinner among a group of dazzling beauties.
During the meal, however, Princess Alice never touched her chopsticks. Ren, noticing this, raised an eyebrow.
"Are you not feeling well?"
Erica explained softly, "Alice-sama's physical health is delicate. When traveling, she usually sends out her spiritual body. What you see now is a projected form—something akin to a spirit avatar."
Ren's eyes narrowed with understanding. In essence, it was a high-level application of psychic power—much like the spirit forms summoned in the world of Servants.
Without a moment's delay, Ren teleported to the hidden sanctuary where Alice's real body was resting. With a casual flick of his hand, he activated a divine healing technique—his own variant of [4.5 Heavenly Restoration]—and fully healed her real body. Then, using spatial teleportation, he brought her true form back to Lucretias estate.
All this took less than a minute.
Everyone present, including the usually composed Jibril and Azril was once again floored by Ren's overwhelming power.
Alice blinked, now in her true body, her complexion radiant and full of life. "Thank you, God King-sama!"
Ren waved it off nonchalantly. "Think of it as a token of goodwill. You've pledged yourself to me—this is your reward."
Alice smiled beautifully. "Understood, and I'm grateful."
Now able to enjoy the meal in full, she joined the others with visible joy.
Ren looked around the room, his eyes sweeping across the stunning group of women—each unique in presence, elegance, and strength. A slow, satisfied smile crept across his face.
His harem had grown once again.
After the meal, Ren turned to Erica. "Let's prepare for our trip to Japan. Book several tickets for us."
He hadn't forgotten. Two Heretic Gods were still residing there—one of them being the Last King.
The Last King's abilities, especially the Covenant Law and his Savior-class Divine Sword, were desirable trophies Ren intended to claim.
This time, however, he opted for leisure over convenience. No teleportation. Instead, they'd take a private jet, enjoying the journey with the girls.
He also instructed the European Union's Magical Affairs Office to notify the Japanese government of his arrival, so proper reception could be arranged.
At precisely 3:30 PM, Ren and his entourage boarded a private aircraft.
It wasn't just any jet—this one was a top-class vessel provided by the Bronze Black Cross. Its size rivaled that of a passenger liner, and the interior resembled the royal halls of a fantasy kingdom.
Sumptuous, elegant, and extravagant.
Ren gazed out the window at the passing clouds for a while, before eventually getting bored. Stretching a little, he made his way to the massage chair at the rear of the cabin.
"Time for a little nap..."
The life of the God King was nothing if not luxurious.