The Divine Right of a Certain Composite Anime

After giving the orders, Roy quickly set up some more warning magic. These spells weren't for strong defense; they were simply to tell people, 'Do not disturb.'

Having completed all this, Roy began to issue commands as the "King," ordering the Seven Sisters Alliance of Italy to send over the various materials and tools needed for the magic ritual. In less than a day, Roy had finished all the preparations.

Before a simple testing platform, Roy was meticulously manipulating the Lunar Magic he had learned from Solomon, carving runes and incantations onto the eyeball on the platform with the precision of a scalpel.

This eyeball was Roy's left eye. Now, there was an empty bloody socket where his left eye used to be, and Roy was controlling his Magic Power, preventing the powerful Magic Power of a Campione from self-repairing the eye.

Injuries like severed limbs or lost organs were within the self-healing capabilities of a Campione.

Roy had never imagined that one day he would be so ruthless as to personally remove his own eyeball. Such a horrifying act was something he would never have dared to think of in the past.

It had to be said that after learning a great deal of magical knowledge, he could now hold himself to the standards of a magician.

The magic in the world of Campione was primarily offensive, making it unsuitable for such delicate experiments. Most of the magic in the Lunar world was designed for research, making it perfect for the creation of Magic Eyes.

"Done!"

As Roy completed the nanoscale operation with his steady hands, even he was impressed with himself. The control over bodily details that Campiones possessed was truly terrifying.

He placed the eyeball, on which the Magic Eye had been carved, into the liquid beside it. After soaking for a while, he took it out, then surgically reimplanted it into the eye socket, reconnecting the optic nerve. The Magic Eye immediately connected with the brain, and then a certain organ in the brain connected to the soul, allowing Roy to gain complete mastery over this Magic Eye.

If this were in the Lunar world, it would undoubtedly be a top-tier 'Rainbow' grade Magic Eye. Empowered by Roy's Authority, it possessed the 'Sodom's Eye,' as powerful as Medusa's 'Petrifying Magic Eye,' and also a clairvoyance that could see into the past. Its versatility was beyond imagination.

As the Magic Eye was successfully implanted, Roy felt for the first time the wonder of 'Clairvoyance' piercing through the past.

"'Plutarch's Hall'?! So Yomi actually has such a place, a mysterious annex that records all past information like the Akashic Records. The place that witches gaze upon during Spiritual Vision is actually 'Plutarch's Hall'!"

"...So that's how it is. So that's it. This is the truth of the world. The origins of the Disobedient Gods and Campiones, the identity and abilities of the Last King, the place where he hides, the root of the destiny between Campiones and Disobedient Gods, and the true mastermind behind the scenes!"

At this moment, Roy had a sudden realization. It was as if he had read the text of this world; this world held no more secrets before him, everything was exposed to the sunlight.

In the past, Roy had only watched anime about Campiones, not read the original novels. Following Aiwass's advice, he had resisted the urge to look up the original works, as it would create a powerful butterfly effect.

But now, having obtained all the information through 'Clairvoyance,' a magical means, he had completely avoided the butterfly effect, allowing him to make all necessary preparations.

Chapter Seventy: The Promotion of "Jacob's Ladder"

One year later, at Duke Godding's mansion in London, England--

The warm sunlight outside streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the dreamlike princess's boudoir. The gauze curtains around the princess's bed rippled in the gentle breeze from outside. Roy opened his eyes, pushed aside the golden-white strands of hair by his lips, and gently nudged the soft, smooth, delicate body in his arms aside before getting out of bed and leaning against the headboard.

"Mmm... you're awake, Roy," Princess Alice mumbled, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

After a year, Princess Alice no longer called him "King" but affectionately called him by his name. Her slightly hoarse voice still carried a lazy ambiguity.

"What time is it?"

The princess rolled over, her snow-white arm wrapping around Roy as she asked with her eyes closed.

"A little past seven in the morning..."

Roy glanced at the clock on the wall and replied.

"It's only seven in the morning? Then I'm going to sleep a little longer."

Princess Alice pouted. She had only slept for three hours. Compared to the stamina of a Campione, she, as a witch, had a body that was too frail.

If Roy hadn't been injecting her body with essence filled with Authority every few days over the past year, gradually healing the chronic ailments left by her prolonged excessive spiritual power, Princess Alice would likely have died long ago.

"Okay, then you keep sleeping."

Before Roy could finish speaking, he heard Princess Alice's even breathing; she had already fallen asleep.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Roy put on his pajamas and walked out of the bedroom. The head maid of Duke Godding's household, a middle-aged woman in her forties whom Roy had almost killed before, was already waiting outside.

"Your Majesty, a maid is waiting in the washroom. Please proceed for your ablutions!"

The head maid bowed respectfully.

She held no resentment towards Roy, nor dared to. In fact, she was grateful to Roy for curing Princess Alice's chronic illness and saving her future lifespan. Although it was a bit regrettable that even with Princess Alice's status, she could only be the "King's" lover, the head maid knew that this was not something she should worry about.

"I know. Alice was very tired last night, so don't disturb her. Let her keep sleeping. Wake her up at lunchtime."

"Yes!"

The head maid responded and did not leave, continuing to stand by Princess Alice's bedroom door, awaiting orders, as she had always done.

A year ago, Roy had 'slain' King Solomon in Jerusalem and obtained his Authority. Aiwass had also improved the 'Pandora's Dark Offering.' They had tested it on Roy.

Aiwass's modified Dark Offering had some minor flaws. After merging King Solomon's Spirit Base with Roy, the overlapping parts between Roy and King Solomon were indeed strengthened, primarily manifesting in the 'Jacob's Ladder' Authority.

Although the previous Roy claimed his 'Jacob's Ladder' had seven forms, he had actually only created five. The last two forms, in Roy's deductions, exceeded the limits of this Authority, so he had not created them.

This time, with the completion of King Solomon's Spirit Base, Roy finally created all seven forms of 'Jacob's Ladder.' Most importantly, during this completion, Roy further upgraded the 'Jacob's Ladder' Authority, bestowing special power upon these seven forms.

For example, his first form, 'Saint Martha Subdues the Dragon,' gave Roy the power of a dragon when he unleashed that punch, but it had no other special properties. Now, with the completion and promotion of Roy's 'Jacob's Ladder' merging with King Solomon's inherited 'Jacob's Ladder,' Roy's 'Saint Martha Subdues the Dragon' now possessed the characteristic of 'Dragon Slayer,' dealing greater damage when used against dragons.

In this regard, Aiwass's modified 'Pandora's Dark Offering' was considered successful. The reason it was said to have flaws was mainly that this Spirit Base fusion did not significantly increase Roy's Magic Power.

Although Roy's Magic Power was stronger than before, the increase was too small, which did not align with Aiwass's theories when improving this ritual. Therefore, for both Roy and Aiwass, this ritual was deemed unsatisfactory and still required further improvement.

Over the past year, Aiwass had been continuing to improve the 'Pandora's Dark Offering.' As the most fundamental and complex 'Campione Reincarnation Ritual' in the world of Campione, improving it was extremely difficult, even for Aiwass, who claimed to possess 'Knowledge Inheritance' as the 'Holy Guardian Angel.'

During this past year, Roy had mainly traveled between England and Italy. Every day, besides continuing to read books offered by various magic societies, he lived a life of indulgence, using this method to avoid entanglements with Salvatore Doni.

When the King of Swords was in Italy, Roy went to England. When he left Italy, Roy returned. It wasn't that Roy was afraid of the King of Swords, but that the brainless man was simply too annoying. All he knew was how to fight, and his mind was filled with nothing but muscle. It greatly interfered with Roy's studies. As someone who loved learning, Roy decided to avoid contact with such a poor student as much as possible.

And during this year, he was also quietly waiting for the descent of the Disobedient Gods.

There weren't as many Disobedient Gods as one might imagine. Otherwise, in three hundred years, only seven Campiones would have been born. This was already the era with the most Campiones in human history. In the span of a year, Roy had barely heard any news about the descent of Disobedient Gods.

His demonic eye, Roy's 'Thousand-Mile Eye', allowed him to know all the secrets that had ever happened in this world. Because of this, Roy even knew where the 'Last King' was currently slumbering. However, with Roy's current strength, he was no match for the 'Last King'. If he were to wake him up, it would be a disaster for the Campiones.

Roy was now quietly waiting for more Disobedient Gods to descend, then he would kill them and seize their Spirit Bases. Under Aiwass's further improved 'Pandora's Dark Offering', he would become stronger, just like the protagonist in an RPG game, who first needs to raise their skills and level to a certain extent before facing the final boss.

"Ding-a-ling----"

Roy, having just finished washing up, heard his phone ring. He didn't even look at the caller ID. Only a few people in this world knew his phone number. Anyone calling his mobile must have something important to discuss.

"Lord Roy, the Seven Sisters Alliance has increased their efforts in excavating ancient ruins as you requested, and we have made a discovery: a Divine Artifact of an ancient Mediterranean Queen!"

At this moment, Roy knew that what he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

Chapter 71: I Prefer Goddesses

Italy, Rome, "She-wolf" Headquarters--

"On behalf of King Roy, I thank you all for your efforts. King sees all your hard work over this past year!"

Erica Blünhart, with her golden hair like a golden crown, stood at the head of the conference with great spirit. She surveyed the entire venue and spoke in her clear, beautiful, and resonant voice, delivering her address to all the representatives of the Seven Sisters Alliance present.

At the age of fifteen, to be able to face the influential figures of the Seven Sisters Alliance as an almost 'master' was an unprecedented feat in the Italian supernatural world.

However, the Seven Sisters Magus Alliance members present did not find anything amiss. This was because Erica did not represent her own magical society, the "Bronze Black Cross," but rather the Alliance Leader of all of Italy and the Vatican, the one who had defeated Marquis Voban, slain multiple gods, and now held the highest position among the remaining six Campiones: King Roy!

Accompanying Erica was Liliana, Erica's close friend, her confidante in daily life and even her partner in bed. Liliana watched her with great admiration.

Although Liliana's strength was not inferior to Erica's, in such a situation, Erica was indeed more adept and better able to represent the King's majesty. Therefore, Liliana never competed with Erica in public.

"Erica, we have excavated the ruins of an ancient goddess. As long as the item King seeks is within those ruins, we will present the Divine Artifact to King within a few days!"

A representative of the "She-wolf" stood up and said to Erica.

The representatives of the Seven Sisters Alliance present were all high-ranking members of their respective societies, not their supreme commanders. If Roy himself were presiding over the meeting, the seven supreme commanders would undoubtedly be in attendance. However, Erica alone was not qualified to make the seven supreme commanders grovel; they were the pride of the entire Italian supernatural world.

Erica was well aware of this. She also knew that her authority came from Roy, so she dared not be too arrogant. Instead, she had to maintain a proper balance. Moreover, one of the supreme commanders of the Seven Sisters Alliance was her respected uncle, so she would certainly not put on a displeased face in front of him.

"King possesses the demonic eye that can see through the past and has already confirmed that the Divine Artifact is in the newly excavated ruins. I hope you will not doubt King's words."

Erica glared and said in a clear, high-pitched tone.

The high-ranking member of the "She-wolf" quickly lowered his head, fearfully stating that he had overstepped.

After killing Solomon in Jerusalem, the world believed that the Authority Roy had obtained was part of 'Solomon's Wisdom', that is, the demonic eye that could see through the past.

More than a year was enough for Roy to fully master his subordinates and display his true kingly demeanor. Now, the Italian and Vatican supernatural worlds were strictly hierarchical, and not a single person dared to disrespect Roy, their 'Alliance Leader'.

"Excavate the 'Gorgon Stone' and present it before King. Remember, this is the possession of the most ancient goddess, a symbol of the ancient Earth Mother, and a beacon guiding many goddesses towards the path of disobedience. If you do not wish to attract the attention of the Disobedient Gods and trigger a natural disaster, do not keep this item in your possession for too long. Hand it over to King for safekeeping as soon as possible!"

Erica warned those present. Italy was her homeland, and Erica did not want Italy to attract the attention of powerful Disobedient Gods.

In their more than a year of interaction, she had come to understand Roy's personality and methods. He was not a tyrant who completely disregarded ordinary people. As long as he was given time, he was willing to go to desolate places to fight Disobedient Gods. As for the incident in Tokyo, it was an unavoidable circumstance. When necessary, King would not hesitate to act among innocent civilians. He truly possessed both brutality and benevolence.

Therefore, they had to give King more ample time, and then he would bestow his mercy.

"We understand, 'Crimson Devil'! However, there is one more thing, 'King of Swords' Salvatore Doni, he..."

A high-ranking member of the "Bronze Black Cross" addressed Erica with a title she was proud of. However, when he mentioned the 'King of Swords', his face showed hesitation.

"Lord Salvatore's matter will be handled personally by King. You need not worry! Unlike Lord Salvatore, King Roy is more mature. We must believe that King will resolve this perfectly."

Erica had absolute confidence in Roy. Even if he only treated her as a lover, a partner in bed, Erica had already regarded him as her beloved.

Because she could feel that when they were in bed, Roy had feelings for her and respected her, rather than treating her as a mere outlet for his desires. This alone was enough for Erica to give him her entire heart and soul.

"Ah ha, my friend! Although we haven't met, I've missed you dearly!"

On the road to the Vatican, a Maybach sedan stopped by the roadside. A handsome and carefree young Italian man was blocking the road.

Beside the young man was a knight, about thirty years old, who stood like a butler, his head slightly bowed, not daring to look directly into the rear seat of the car ahead.

Roy, wearing a red cardinal's robe and sitting with his eyes closed in the rear seat, opened his eyes and lifted the sun visor in front of him, sighing with a hint of helplessness.

This time, he had come to Italy for the 'Gorgon Stone', and he had finally been caught by Salvatore Doni.

However, since he had been caught, Roy had no intention of escaping. He ordered the driver and attendants, who were sweating profusely, to open the car door and said in a calm, gentle tone: "...Lord Salvatore, since you're here, please get in the car. Don't block the road and prevent pedestrians from passing."

Roy was not a battle maniac. He did not seek out Disobedient Gods to vent his desire for combat, but to become stronger to face future crises. Therefore, he did not particularly like people like Salvatore Doni, who were always looking for a fight.

Compared to fighting by instinct, Roy placed more faith in his wisdom and knowledge. In his opinion, human wisdom and knowledge were the keys to human evolution and the key to the flourishing of human civilization. To some extent, he was not a good match for a Campione.

"My friend! You've finally agreed to see me. I thought I had done something wrong and made you dislike me!"

The blonde, cheerful young man swaggered over and, ignoring everyone else, got into the car. The knight following him sighed helplessly and sat next to Salvatore in the capacity of an attendant.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly. Compared to you, I prefer chasing after goddesses."

Roy got straight to the point, although he had already guessed Salvatore's purpose in seeking him out.

Chapter 72: The Deceived King of Swords

Roy made a gesture, signaling the driver to continue driving.

"My friend, come on! Let's have a good fight! You must have been waiting here for me, eager to battle me yourself!"

The King of Swords shouted excitedly.

"Lord Salvatore, this is the city of Rome. Please retract your previous statement. That is an extremely dangerous thing to say."

The one who spoke was not Roy, but the Great Knight accompanying Salvatore. This knight, around thirty years old, had a stern expression and reprimanded the King of Swords almost as if questioning him.

Salvatore didn't get angry at this; instead, he responded as if accustomed to it, "...Ah, ah, I got it, I got it. Andre, you're really troublesome."

Salvatore Doni was the sixth Campione to achieve his feat two years before Roy became one. He was already very famous throughout Italy before his deicide, not because of his power, but quite the opposite, his fame stemmed from his weakness.

He was a pure sword fanatic, born for the sword. However, while possessing sword skill talent that was almost despair-inducing to others, he had absolutely no talent for magic.

Although the strong in the world of Campiones were called Great Knights, their strength primarily relied on magic, with swordsmanship being secondary. True human power came from magic, not swordsmanship. One could imagine how weak Salvatore Doni, without any magical talent, was, and how much he was ridiculed.

This man once searched with unimaginable perseverance for Italy's only Paladin, 'Saint Raphael,' and became her disciple. However, still lacking any magical talent, he made no progress.

After leaving Saint Raphael's tutelage, Salvatore continued to wander. Later, by chance, he was possessed by a god. Thus, using the god's power, he slew another god and became a Campione.

It could be said that among the current seven Campiones, except for Roy, who succeeded in deicide through his own wisdom, Aiwass's power, and a bit of luck, the other six Campiones succeeded due to 'fortune.'

"I wasn't waiting for you here; you found me yourself."

Roy retorted to Salvatore.

"My friend, don't be so distant! I just felt like coming out on a whim and then I ran into you. See? Isn't this fate!"

This man seemed completely oblivious to social cues. He casually sat down next to Roy and put an arm around Roy's shoulder, causing Roy to subtly lean to the left on the car seat.

"Why are you looking for a fight with me? Did I perhaps take away your position as the leader of Italy?"

"Ahaha, I don't care about things like that at all. If you want it, I'll give it to you, my friend! Although Andre told me this would make me lose face as the 'King,' so what? I've been losing face for many years, I don't care about these things at all. I only got excited to come challenge you after hearing you defeated that old man from Eastern Europe. That old man seemed very strong; even after a great battle with him, we couldn't determine a winner."