(A/N: Before you read further ahead, I would like to say no, he couldn't ever do this in the real world, and it's only possible because of his absurd amount of spirituality pathways and the fact he's immune to corruption.
Along with very many, many things, he might seem overpowered, but he's not. He's just not dumb enough to not take advantage of his situation and claim his own Sefirot.)
The air, once thick with the weight of an act that would commence the end of a world, however much of a farce that it may have been, made way for a silence that hummed with anticipation. As Heaven's Will sat upon nothing but an endless river of darkness, holding up the head of Hei An on "her" lap.
Hei An, now positioned in "her" lap, felt a profound shift. Within himself, a snap, if you would, that made him feel as if he was just one piece away from completing something intrinsic to himself, like he was one piece away from finishing a 100-hour-long Lego set.
A grin appeared on Hei An's face at the feeling as he quickly calmed himself down and thought, 'Now, once this is completed, I will have accomplished a feat that no fellow traverser could ever think of doing in LOTM.' After such thoughts, he rose, his movements fluid and deliberate, and extended a hand to The Blessings for The Earth From Heaven Who Is Worthy.
"It's time," he declared, his voice a low hum that resonated within the pitch-dark world, with not but illusory grayish-black slugs and tentacles that seemed to have keyholes, as if they were living doors, "to perform a dance to attract the gods and to establish my territory."
Without a moment's hesitation, Heaven's Will's slender fingers curled around his, a perfect fit. "Her" touch was not just a physical connection, of course, though "she" wouldn't mind if that was the case, but to complete Hei An's digestion and to dominate the world.
As "she" rose, the silent, expectant nothingness watched. The first steps were taken, not in a grand ballroom, but in a space that defied all dimensions—a dance floor forged from the simple slow dance of a couple in yonder days. But now it was so ancient that it might as well have been enough for any sequence 9 to digest their potion in an instant if they truly knew where it originated and performed it, especially with a being such as Heaven's Will.
It wasn't a fast dance, but a slow, deliberate waltz. Each step was a statement, a gentle assertion of their combined will. Hei An's hand rested on the small of "her" back, his touch both respectful and possessive.
"She" leaned into him, "her" hand on his shoulder, "her" movements a mirror of his. With every turn, every dip, starlight shimmered out from Hei An, who was using some simple magic tricks to get used to being a sequence 9, and coalesced around them, forming constellations in their wake.
The slow, graceful dance couldn't be called anything but graceful, thanks to the precognition that came from being a sequence 9 monster and a sequence 9 spectator, along with a sequence 9 dancer.
With each movement, they swayed, not to music, but to the deep, resonant rhythm of the utter nothing around them. Heaven's Will's flowing robes became a soft Daoist robe, swirling with "her" every step, while Hei An's form seemed to absorb and reflect the light around him, a dark, powerful silhouette against "her" radiance.
They moved as one, a singular entity of immense power and breathtaking grace. Their dance wasn't about love or romance; it was a fundamental act of setting in stone the deaths of millions, if not billions—a slow, mesmerizing ballet that was rewriting the control of this world from a certain Almighty, one perfect step at a time.
And finally, reaching the end of their dance, everything around Hei An started crumbling as Heaven's Will broke apart, causing him surprise. But "she" didn't seem bothered, as "she" informed him once again,
"I cannot exist within this world for long, no matter how high of a sequence of a body I'm in. Such is because it was granted to me by 'him' and dictated within the script of 'him.' No need to worry; as long as you walk while having your dancer ability active, you can contact me, or even if you astral project."
After "she" said so, Hei An was "pulled" back into the world, back into the front of his house. As he looked up, he said, "Huh, so is this how Klein felt whenever inside his castle? Safe and secure, almost as if everything is within his grasp—an almost absolute feeling, as if on top of the world.
This I can get used to, but would you be a dear and open me a door to my rightful throne? Bring them along too." After saying so, Hei An dusted himself off as he walked to a door that was "always" at the side of his house and walked inside.
He was greeted with panic; however, he just "opened" up himself and polluted everyone in the room with all of his knowledge, killing every last person there, even the "kind of angels." As to put it simply, from the very instant Hei An decided to use a loophole with Heaven's Will, he had already won.
Not even glancing at the old ruler, he grabbed the crown from his head and threw his body to the side as he put it upon his head and sat onto his rightful throne. Of course, he did all of this just to aura farm, and he was pissing himself inside, but that was semantics.
Letting out a brief sigh upon realizing he would never get the chance to aura farm like this till the 5th epoch and end of the 4th and fulfill his middle school chuunibyou dreams, he astral projected, then asked for Heaven's Will to float beside him.
After "she" did so, with a curious glint in "her" eyes, Hei An projected his face all over the planet and started speaking.
"Good afternoon, filthy mongrels. It's a pleasure for you to hear this, so perk up your loathsome ears! I am now your emperor. I killed every single person who can even think of opposing me, so don't bother.
But I'm not here to ramble to you all. I'm here to reveal a simple plot and the truth of the world and the reason I killed so many. Every last one of us were nothing but sacrifices in the games of gods. In truth, not even some gods might have known.
This world is nothing but a farce to create something that could let someone become the new Original Creator, but less mad. Anyway, that doesn't matter. What truly does is that you accept this as the truth. So gather 10 milliliters of Lavos Squid's Crystallized Blood, 50 grams of Stellar Aqua Crystal.
Supplementary ingredients: 13 drops of Night Vanilla Liquids, 7 Gold Mint Leaves, 3 drops of Poison Hemlock, and 9 grams of Dragon Blood Grass Powder. After mixing them together, you will become seers of the Fool pathway. After doing so, merely activate spirit vision and look around. By then, you'll realize everything you've known and loved is a lie."
And after doing so, he cut off his broadcast and thought, 'Alright, I'll give it a week, and after that, I'll use the fake 0-08 in the hand of Heaven's Will, then have her graft everyone into seers and force them to see the forbidden knowledge within me. After doing so, I, of course, will commence this world's turning into a Sefirot.'
( A/N: Yeah that's right he's leaving soon but I would like to say even when he returns to Amon the first 60 chapters I plan for his character development won't end as he'll have time to think about his life while making plans.
Fun Fact | This could only be done since Heavens Will stole the fake 0-08 made him have nearly angel level spirituality then after grated upon him an ''endless'' amount of spirituality if not for these it would take him years and yes the Lord Of Mysteries pathway truly is broken enough to do so. )