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Roy shook his head with an amused smile, imagining that the expressions of those Jewish magicians must have been as constipated as could be when they saw the Disobedient God they summoned was Michael.

"That mysterious space truly fulfilled my wish, sending me to a world where I could grow stronger quickly... but Campione, this world does have the fastest method to gain power—it's just that the difficulty of that method..."

Roy smiled bitterly. Slaying a god and seizing their Authority was indeed a shortcut to heaven, but the prerequisite was slaying a god!

For an ordinary person to kill a Disobedient God was an impossible miracle. To achieve it, neither strength nor wisdom mattered much, because no matter how powerful or wise a mortal became, they were still insignificant and humble before a god. That was why Campione were called miracles incarnate.

In Roy's view, the main method to kill a god relied on—luck!!

In this world, if you had that luck, you could naturally become a Campione. If you didn't, even possessing the strongest magic or knightly power, you could never accomplish this feat.

And whether it was fate or luck, these things couldn't be measured or changed—at least, not by Roy now.

"I can see that these Jewish magicians also had ambition. They wanted to slay a god and become Campione, but judging by the results, they failed. They were likely killed in an instant by those two angels."

Roy picked up one of the items among the tools—a metallic shard. The color stained on this small piece of metal was identical to the Shroud of Turin, and it carried an extremely powerful aura of mystery and magical reaction. Roy suspected this shard was one of the fragments of the legendary Spear of Longinus.

Those Jewish magicians had probably tried to use the Spear of Longinus fragments, combined with some Great Magic rituals, to slay a god, but ultimately failed.

"Still, I don't know if I have the luck to become a Campione. But if it's you, Aiwass, you should be more than capable of changing a person's luck!"

Roy set down the Spear of Longinus fragment and suddenly turned to look at Aiwass.

Becoming a Campione didn't rely on strength or wisdom. Whether using external tools or accepting others' help, the process didn't matter. What mattered was that Roy personally completed the act of slaying a god.

The Holy Guardian Angel Aiwass was his 'luck'!

Aiwass met Roy's questioning gaze and nodded lightly. "...The tools here can complete an Angelic Art—'Angel Fall'."

Chapter 5: The Feat of Slaying a God Rests on This One Move!

"Angelic Art, 'Angel Fall'?"

Roy murmured, deeply familiar with this spell from the Index world.

"In the theory of the Kabbalah Tree of Life, the number of humans and angels is predetermined. Under normal circumstances, humans can never Ascend To become angels. This art's function is to cause an angel to descend to the level of 'human' when the ritual is activated."

"...However, this world has certain informational and rule-based differences from my own. Combined with the short time and inability to set up a large ritual field, precise calibration isn't possible. I can guarantee the art will work, but its duration will likely be only a single instant."

"Moreover, proactively using an Angelic Art as a human is very dangerous. It will bring too much 'poison' to you, stirring your original sin. A single instant of activation is the best time frame to avoid affecting your body and soul."

Aiwass was normally a free-spirited angel who rarely interfered with reality, but Roy's uniqueness brought her too much unknown and novel exploration—a miracle enough to make even a Magician envious and pursue it. That was why she worked so hard to ensure Roy's survival.

If Aiwass weren't just a 'spirit' unable to interfere much with reality, this Holy Guardian Angel would have stepped in herself.

By Roy's side, she truly lived up to her title of Holy Guardian Angel.

"So I have to settle the fight in an instant? Ha, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't take a gamble with such a low Win Rate. But these aren't normal circumstances. I have a feeling that if I miss this chance, I'll lose all my courage, and my life will end up as failed as Aleister's."

Roy licked his dry lips and said fiercely, "...Come on, tell me how to set up the ritual field, Aiwass!"

"As you wish... Place the wand symbolizing fire at the lowest point of the Kabbalah. Since the external angels can be confirmed as Michael and Metatron, set Their symbols in Malkuth, the position to turn angels into humans... The silver knife goes at Netzach, with magical numbers 93, 70... The center of Tiferet is Michael, and Kether is Metatron..."

"Heretic, you who steal my authority, who peer at God's face like a cunning demon—today, I will judge you!"

In the raging desert, an archangel with long red hair and an incomparably handsome face spread his fire-like, light-like wings. Wielding a crimson cross-sword, he fought against the heretical angel Metatron.

In truth, 'Metatron' was merely a title for an angel, meaning 'the most beloved angel of God,' not representing any specific angel. In Christianity, Michael was undoubtedly Metatron, but in the apocryphal Book of Enoch, Metatron became Enoch.

"Michael, you should bow to me here, or else you defy the Lord's majesty. Treating a righteous man as the Messiah and equating him with the Lord—that is the greatest blasphemy!"

The angel bearing thirty-six pairs of wings replied righteously. Unlike Michael's fearless, warrior-like voice, Metatron's tone was gentle. According to the Book of Enoch, though Metatron was the most exalted angel, his duty was 'Heavenly Scribe'—a civil official.

"Enough talk, you many-faced, deceiving serpent who tricks the Lord! I will cut you down like the Red Dragon and cast you into eternal hell to pay for your deception of the Lord!"

Michael's expression was righteous and spirited. In the Bible, Michael represented 'absolute justice'—all his actions were righteous deeds.

"Boom------"

The two angels clashed again. The earth was split, the sky torn apart, as if a scene of the Day of Judgment unfolded before Roy, reflected across this desert.

The violent sea of sand formed once more. Winds howled, tornadoes raged, and the scorching holy solar flames blazed under the sun, turning the desert into a massive furnace.

It was a battle beyond mortal imagination, an apocalyptic scene that would drive even the strongest magician to despair and flee. These were the Disobedient Gods who had descended from myth onto the earth—moving calamities, cursed misfortunes. Even the kindest gods in myth, when they became Disobedient Gods, brought death and weeping to humanity with every action.

Or rather, to humans, gods were synonymous with disaster. Whether benevolent or malevolent, mortals could not bear a god's grace or punishment. That was why these gods were woven into myths, no longer able to harm the world.

"Be slain by me, Enoch! I will never acknowledge your title of 'Metatron'! After killing you, I will wander the earth, seeking the 'Demon King' below. Either I slay the Demon King and save the people, or the Demon King slays me and I return to heaven, serving once more at the Lord's right hand! Whether in life or death, for me, it is victory!"

Michael shouted loudly, his handsome face blazing with fierce fighting spirit.

"Fake, fake! You are not the Michael I know, who guided me to Ascend To heaven. You are merely a fake twisted by myth!"

Metatron roared back at Michael, and the two angels once again ravaged the earth and sky.

"This is getting a bit bad..."

The violent sand and wind tore at Roy's skin, leaving trails of Bloodstains. The temperature around him soared under the flames, nearly melting him.

But Roy forced himself to walk through the sandstorm, gritting his teeth against the pain and pressing forward.

In his hand was only the Spear of Longinus fragment. To kill Michael or Metatron, he had to get close. But the range of the two angels' battle was enormous, and the residual force alone could devastate everything. To accomplish the feat of slaying a god, Roy had to endure this apocalyptic environment and get as close as possible.

Fortunately, the two angels had no interest in Roy, an Ordinary Person. They only fought each other, giving Roy the chance, as a mortal, to approach on their battlefield.

"I recall that a Disobedient God's strength mainly depends on their self-affirmation. Whether Michael or Metatron, both are extremely firm in their identity. Though they are Disobedient Gods, they are infinitely close to their original forms in myth."

"...When two angels possess equally powerful cognition, the descriptions in mythology play a decisive role."

The scene before him caught Roy somewhat off guard. He had assumed that with Metatron and Michael's authorities overlapping in many ways and their statuses nearly equal, their battle would end in mutual destruction.

But reality showed Michael was dominating Metatron.

It wasn't a one-sided slaughter—Metatron's counterattacks did wound Michael—but even Roy could see the vast gap in combat power between the two angels. This was absolutely not a draw; Michael's victory was inevitable.

"This is bad. The only text describing Metatron is The Book of Enoch. Aside from walking with God for three hundred years, there's hardly any record of His deeds... But Michael is different. Almost every 'war' and 'battle' in the Bible is orchestrated by Michael. Even Satan was cast into hell by Him. He is fundamentally the angel of 'war' and 'victory.'"

If he couldn't make the two angels cripple each other, whether it meant ambushing a wounded Metatron right under Michael's nose or directly taking down the victor Michael, both were nearly impossible for a mere mortal like Roy.

"No good—Metatron is actually choosing to flee!!"

Having finally closed in on the two angels, the sight before him made Roy's face twist in shock. He never imagined Metatron would opt to run after being injured.

The Earth was vast, and these two angels moved at speeds beyond imagination. If Metatron fled and Michael gave chase, Roy would absolutely lose track of them. Finding the two angels again anywhere on Earth afterward would be nothing short of a fool's dream.

Moreover, witnessing a battle between two Disobedient Gods was already rare. Though Roy's memories of the Campione world were hazy, he clearly recalled that many first-time god-slayers succeeded by picking off the remnants after two Disobedient Gods fought each other.

In other words—

"No more hesitation. Success or failure hinges on this moment!"

At that instant, Roy abandoned all the reasoning of a wise man and became a complete fool. He pulled The Book of Law from his chest—the only thing he had brought from the world of A Certain Magical Index.

"MICHAEL!!!!"

Charging forward against the blade-like sandstorm, he screamed hoarsely at Michael, who was about to pursue Metatron.

The great feat of slaying a god rested on this single moment!

Chapter 6: The Birth of a Demon King

(Today is my birthday, going to celebrate...)

To act as a fool is what no wise man would do.

Prometheus represents 'human wisdom'—foresight.

Epimetheus represents 'human folly'—hindsight.

Fear is humanity's greatest wisdom. It is through fear that one recognizes an opponent's strength, through fear that one understands the true meaning of flight. Precisely because fear exists, humans can find a path to survival in dangerous environments, allowing them to multiply and ultimately become the victors.

When Roy saw Michael, boundless terror surged from the depths of his heart, from his Sea of Consciousness. That terror warned him to flee, cautioned him of the danger posed by the being before him.

If he were a wise man, he would have turned and run without hesitation. A wise man does not choose to smash an egg against a rock.

Only a fool would charge in stupidly, blazing brilliantly for an instant like summer flowers, only to be annihilated by the object of his fear.

It is absolutely impossible to defeat Him. A mortal can never defeat a god—this is truth.

But only a fool can find the sole miracle within that truth!

"The Book of Law, Chapter 1, Verse 11: 'Men praise the fool, and they and their gods are all fools!'"

"...The final word that ends all is—Abrahadabra!"

"..."

Roy recited the contents of The Book of Law and activated the spell within.

"Ugh—"

As the spell initiated, Roy tasted sweetness in his throat and coughed up blood.

The Demonic Path Canon inherently carried lethal poison—not a material poison, but a will that contaminated one's spirit. If one could not comprehend the knowledge and content within the Demonic Path Canon, merely observing it was enough to cause death.

And The Book of Law was the essence of Aiwass's knowledge, containing wisdom not meant for the mortal world. Its countless erroneous interpretations were less about concealing the true knowledge and more a defense mechanism, preventing fools from misreading it and losing their lives.

Now, Roy was acting as a fool, correctly interpreting a portion of The Book of Law's knowledge. That single fragment was like a deadly poison, bringing him agony close to death.

"Fool! This is not a mode of thought worthy of humanity. Let me show you just how foolish your actions are!"

If all human thinking turned to folly, the human race would have long perished. Only the wise can guide humanity forward.

Michael, about to chase after Metatron, was drawn by Roy's folly. Seeing Roy abandon fear and Summon Courage to run toward Him, Michael understood his intent.

Michael was the victor in the battle with Metatron, not a defeated, dying Disobedient God. There was no possibility of being slain by a mortal.

No—even a dying Disobedient God could not be killed by a mortal. Slaying a god was an impossible miracle.

"Since you refuse to heed my warning, then meet your end like all fools!"

Michael waved a hand casually. The Archangel of 'Fire' unleashed heavenly flames that could burn everything to ash.

It was merely a casual strike from a Disobedient God, but to an Ordinary Person like Roy, it represented the despair of the apocalypse.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH——"

Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain—his skin felt scorched, turning to charcoal like a snake shedding its hide, exposing the flesh beneath. The agony from his peripheral nerves shot straight to his brain, forcing Roy to let out a pained scream to vent the unbearable torment wracking his body.

His brain tried to activate its defense mechanism and knock him unconscious, but Roy fought it with sheer willpower. Amid that tragic, near-fainting intensity, he clung to the last shred of clarity and reason.

The flames should have reduced Roy to ashes, but under the protection of The Book of Law, they only inflicted unimaginable burning pain, allowing Roy to burst through the sea of fire with his skin nearly completely charred.

He knew this was the closest he had ever been to 'victory.'

The distance was less than ten meters now.

"Oh?"

The righteous and just angel hadn't expected Roy to still be alive. A flicker of surprise crossed His handsome, peerless face.

"Fool, I must admire your courage and fearlessness, but this is where it ends!"

The great archangel Michael raised the cross-shaped red long sword in His hand.

With this sword, He had slain the 150,000-strong Assyrian Army.

With this sword, He had fought against the Beast at the end of days.

With this sword, He had imprisoned the ancient dragon Satan for a thousand years.

He was the most dazzling, most renowned archangel in Christianity—Michael!

That unremarkable thrust of the sword surged with authority and magic power enough to tear any human apart.

Michael paid no heed to the fragment of the 'Spear of Longinus' clenched in Roy's right hand. It was indeed a divine artifact capable of slaying a Disobedient God, but that required the god to abandon resistance for it to work.

Even if an infant picked up a blade, they were still an infant, unable to overcome an adult. Even if a mortal grasped a god-slaying divine artifact, they could not pierce the god's self-protection.

With His combat power intact, even if Michael stood still without moving, as long as He did not abandon His own will to live, no mortal could assassinate Him with a divine artifact.

This would be yet another victory for 'Certain Victory' Michael. For the great archangel of endless triumphs, it was but a trivial addition to His lifetime of victories.

—That was how it should have been, but miracles are born from the impossible.

"Activate, Great Magic—'Angel Fall'!"

In the instant before Michael's long sword would have slain Roy, he activated the Angelic Art he had set up in the ritual ground earlier.

As the ritual triggered, Michael's rank plummeted from the Kabbalah Tree of Life, landing on 'Kingdom'—the rank belonging to humanity.

This art could only affect Michael for barely a single second, but that one second was enough to decide the outcome!