Chapter 754: Aleister's Death! The Descent of the Demon God!
Inside the Windowless Building.
For the first time since its construction, a guest arrived who was not within the General Superintendent, Aleister Crowley's, invitation range. The air in the sterile, sealed space, usually devoid of dust or disturbance, grew heavy with an intruder's presence.
"Do you like my little gift?"
Ren stood with a casual, almost bored interest before the massive cylindrical life-support container that dominated the room. His golden eyes reflected the crimson liquid swirling within, piercing through the glass to look directly at the entity floating upside down inside.
The inverted Aleister opened his eyes. Those eyes, which had observed the world through cameras and machines for decades, widened with a rare flicker of genuine confusion.
"You, where do you come from?"
Crack!
As soon as he finished speaking, reality seemed to fracture.
It wasn't a spell or a physical blow. It was simply the pressure of Ren's will. The reinforced glass, designed to withstand nuclear impacts and magical bombardments, suddenly groaned. Spiderweb fractures spread instantly across the surface, obscuring the figure within.
Crash!
The sound of shattering glass echoed like a gunshot in the silent room. The red antiseptic solution gushed out in a torrent, flooding the floor with a thick, chemical stench.
And Aleister himself—the man who had discarded his humanity to become a machine of logic—was literally pressed from the container to the ground. The liquid soaked his surgical gown as he was forced into a kneeling prostrate position, his forehead touching the cold metal floor.
Ren narrowed his eyes, looking down at the wet, shivering figure. His voice was cold, carrying an absolute authority that froze the air.
"I've told others I hate looking up."
"..."
Aleister's gaze was devoid of emotion, though he struggled to lift his head against the crushing gravity. He simply looked at the young man calmly, his mind racing through a million possibilities, a million plans, all of them crumbling in seconds.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed, cutting through the gloom of the windowless room.
Aiwass appeared. The entity descended from the conceptual sky, a being of pure physical laws, glowing with a platinum radiance that usually signaled the end of the world for anyone who gazed upon it.
However, the Secret Chief, the existence that Aleister had summoned and served, did not attack.
Instead, Aiwass obediently knelt on one knee.
A great existence. He was clearly an angel without emotions, a being defined by scientific law rather than human sentiment. Yet, when it came to Ren, he was even more sensible than Aleister. His instincts, written into the fabric of the universe, screamed at him to submit.
Ren nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the glowing entity. "An angel of physical laws, I'm not interested in you. Just behave and don't do anything."
"As you command."
The voice of Aiwass vibrated through the air, devoid of its usual mocking tone.
Aleister had never imagined Aiwass would be so... obedient. He couldn't think of a more fitting word to describe it. This was the entity that mocked his plans, that observed humanity with disdain. Now, it knelt like a common servant.
"Aleister, how about we have a talk?"
A chair materialized from thin air behind Ren—a throne of obsidian and gold that looked out of place in the sterile room. Ren slowly sat down, crossing his legs comfortably.
At the same time, Aiwass lowered its head even further, always maintaining a posture lower than Ren, as if the mere act of being physically higher would be a capital offense.
"Great Existence, what do you desire?"
Aleister showed no emotion, but he was not insensible. His rational mind had already calculated the power gap. It was infinite.
"Oh?"
Ren looked at him in surprise, a smirk playing on his lips. He retorted, "What do you think I can get from you?"
Snap!
He snapped his fingers. The sound was crisp, echoing with a power that rewrote reality.
Aleister and Aiwass felt everything around them changing. It wasn't a teleportation; it was a shift in perspective, a forced ascension to a vantage point only gods usually held.
A change in phase.
It was only for an instant of unmoving time. The walls of the Windowless Building dissolved into mist.
They saw countless universes beyond their phase...
Ren raised his hand. He pinched his fingers together, as if holding a grape.
But between his fingers, galaxies swirled. The universe flowed like water, bending and twisting to his touch. He compressed infinite space into a marble, then let it expand again.
"I can effortlessly grasp countless universes of different phases. The Hidden World, the phases of the Magic Gods... they are all marbles in my hand."
"..."
The vision ended. Reality snapped back into place.
Back in the windowless building, the red liquid was still spreading across the floor.
Ren smiled faintly, leaning forward. "Aleister, you seem to be trying to scheme against me?"
He was truly bold.
After seeing everything just now—the display of omnipotence that made the Magic Gods look like parlor magicians—he still tried to use him.
Aleister Crowley was calculating. Even now, kneeling in the fluid of his own life support, his mind was spinning. He was thinking of how to use this "Great Existence" to achieve his ultimate goal: to eliminate magic and create a world purely of science. To destroy the phases that distorted human history.
Aleister Crowley.
A completely stone-hearted rationalist, yet he could also rant like a fanatic. He cursed humanity while also marrying a woman. He denied human emotions as impurities, calling them sparks to be extinguished. Yet he also wrote his own diary, filling it with the sentimental regrets of a father who failed to save his daughter.
Although he was an expert who had reached the pinnacle of magic, standing at the summit of the Golden Dawn, he was also interested in the path of science.
He sought to find an answer that even God had not found, and to make the world a better place by destroying the current one.
Although he had sighed, shouted, been defeated, and felt despair throughout a century of failure.
Aleister Crowley still fought against the laws of God.
One could only say he was very idealistic. A tragic hero in his own mind, a monster in everyone else's.
It was a pity that his target was the wrong person.
Not everyone could be used by him. Not everyone was a pawn on his chessboard.
For example, Ren.
Ren saw all these thoughts. They floated in Aleister's mind like open books.
One could only say he indeed had some discernment, but not much. He still couldn't see the wall he had hit.
Ren couldn't stand someone like him, who couldn't change his ways. A man so obsessed he would burn the universe to ash just to prove a point.
"I hope you'll have better foresight in your next life."
Ren's voice was devoid of pity. He no longer wanted to talk to Aleister. The conversation was over.
He waved his hand. It was a casual gesture, like brushing away a fly.
"Farewell, General Superintendent."
Aleister's body began to disintegrate. It didn't burn; it simply unraveled. The skin, the muscles, the bones—they turned into fine, silver ash that drifted into the air.
He didn't even manage to utter a single word from beginning to end. His plans, his Main Plan, his backup plans—all evaporated along with his physical form.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, you might not have a next life."
Ren's belated reminder rang in the empty room. It had already failed to reach Aleister's ears, as his soul and spirit had been extinguished into nothingness, erased from the cycle of reincarnation entirely.
...
Aiwass watched this scene without much feeling. The golden angel remained kneeling, its expression unreadable.
In its eyes, Crowley was just Crowley. A tool. A summoner. An interesting specimen, perhaps, but ultimately finite.
He had no special characteristics compared to others in the face of true infinity.
"Do you have anything to say?"
Ren looked at Aiwass, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Since you haven't annoyed me, I can spare you. You are just a phenomenon, after all."
"Great Existence, you truly possess infinite power, and my existence seems useless to you," Aiwass replied, its voice a harmonious chord.
"You are Aleister's foundation for fighting against the Magic Gods and creating a world without magic," Ren mused, standing up from his chair. "But I neither care for a magic-less world nor can I effortlessly create a world without magic, or even Magic Gods."
"Magic Gods..."
Aiwass clearly showed a fluctuation. The energy composing its body trembled.
Ren pressed down his right hand.
"Come out."
The air in the Windowless Building shattered. The dimensions groaned as beings far too large for this reality were forcibly dragged into it.
Figures appeared all around.
It wasn't anyone else who appeared here.
They... were Magic Gods.
Life will certainly die, apples will certainly fall downwards, one plus one equals two... These are the absolute laws of the physical world that scientists believe will never change.
However, all of them can be destroyed, reorganized, and created using the magic recorded in the grimoires.
One plus one will become three, apples will fall upwards towards the sky, and dead lives will certainly resurrect.
Magicians refer to those who can do such things as Magic Gods (Majin).
Magic Gods do not refer to gods of the demon realm. Instead, they are magicians who have completely mastered magic, entered the realm of gods, and can freely distort all laws of the world. They are the ultimate form of a magician—humans who have ascended to become editors of reality.
They have complete mastery over magic. And through the effect of special rituals, they elevate themselves to the realm of gods.
Magic Gods dominate all laws. They can reverse the expansion of the cosmic galaxies, make 1+1 equal to 3, stretch a meter's length to a kilometer, increase or decrease a gram's weight to a ton, and so on.
Magic Gods can freely control human life and death, control all elements in the world, and manipulate time, space, dimensions, and so on at will.
Magic Gods create and destroy all things in a single thought.
By destroying the entire world and recreating it to suit their whim.
Making unwanted things not exist from the very beginning. Erasing colors from the spectrum. Removing the concept of 'cold'.
Such things are commonplace for Magic Gods.
Magic Gods can erase consciousness and reasons for fighting. This makes it difficult for them to encounter enemies, for who can fight a god that can rewrite your motivation to fight?
In other words.
The enemies of Magic Gods can probably only be other Magic Gods.
There is only one world.
Distorting this world, seizing these limited resources, only Magic Gods who can participate in such a struggle can become enemies of Magic Gods. It is a zero-sum game of omnipotence.
It can be said that Magic Gods possess infinite power in this world and can overturn all laws.
The world is fragile to them. It is like a piece of thin glass.
It can be said that their mere arrival is enough to cause phase chaos and explode the universe. Just their footsteps cracking the foundation of reality.
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