Genius Regressor Makes Mythic Items

As if time itself had stopped. From the surviving beings to the smallest elements that composed this place.

Including the Constellations. Everything in existence here came to a halt. Their gazes turned towards the single beam of light that cut through all the debauchery, deceit, and fury of this place.

The sky where the beam of light shone. More precisely.

Flap.

They looked at the platinum figure fluttering within that light. Eight wings, each over twice the height of its bearer. Hair like platinum melted from the sun and skin whiter than the first snow.

Adding to this purity. Eyes of a unique blue hue, instilling a sense of both awe and intimidation.

The nobility and beauty of angels were well known, but.

Flap.

The figure descending along the beam of light embodied something transcendental.

『…』

“…”

But it was not merely the unforgettable appearance and presence.

That silenced everyone.

Vrtra, who had revealed her true form.

Quetzalcoatl, even though an avatar, wielding the power of a Primordial God.

Cyclops and the Dragon, turned into minions by his power.

And Shimun and the fallen angels who summoned the current being.

All understood.

‘Unfathomable…’

Just by witnessing.

An otherworldly presence that seemed to purify everything within.

As this unique being drew closer to the earth.

Boom!

An indescribable pressure overwhelmed even the Constellations.

That soothing yet chillingly paradoxical presence.

Only one being was free from its grip.

“I am truly honored to meet you.”

The summoner, Shimun, who had invoked the descent of the Divine King of the Heavenly Realm, was the sole exception.

Before such a Shimun.

“I have heard much about you.”

Flap.

The eight wings marked the end of the descent.

“And… I have watched over you too.”

Tap.

As his white feet touched the mirror placed on the altar.

“Ugh!”

“Ughh!”

Moans entirely out of place in this holy atmosphere echoed. From the fallen angels protecting Shimun during the battle between Vrtra and Quetzalcoatl.

One peculiar thing was.

Drip.

From their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears. Black blood flowed from the seven apertures of their faces.

“Ar-Archangel…”

“Paying respect…”

With faces indescribable whether in joy or sorrow. The fallen angels moved their faltering bodies to pay their respects. Such a valiant effort might seem commendable.

“…”

But Michael, looking over them silently without an expression.

“Next time, present yourselves in your true forms.”

Spoke words devoid of any emotion.

“So that I may completely obliterate you.”

As soon as he uttered these words.

Fwoosh!

Suddenly engulfed in platinum flames.

Sssh.

The fallen angels turned to ash in an instant. Perhaps because he was transformed into a fallen angel himself?

Shimun involuntarily flinched. From his left eye came a heated voice.

– Ha! That damn Michael is still the same!

Could they have been close once?

– Even if one has fallen from grace, essentially, an angel remains an angel! How can he act like this!!

Lucifer spat venomously.

What was more surprising.

For the first time, Michael showed an emotion.

“How dare you…”

He frowned.

Grab.

With one hand, he seized Shimun’s head.

And then.

“I distinctly remember telling you not to refer to me like that.”

Staring at Shimun’s left eye through his fingers.

“Can that foolish head of yours not comprehend anything?”

Michael’s words were dripping with emotion.

– Damn you! You’re the foolish one! Always going on about rules and regulations, stuck-up as ever!

Lucifer retorted non-stop.

– And who says you’re the firstborn of our Father? I am, Lucifer! You wretched little brother!

Though Lucifer’s voice rose in volume, it did nothing.

“… I made a mistake.”

Michael closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head slightly.

“I should not have conversed with such a lowly being. Let alone…”

He let go of Shimun’s face.

“To one who isn’t even in his true form… Well, neither were the other fallen ones.”

A small, dry sigh escaped him. Michael then looked directly at Shimun. And then.

“My apologies. I acted rudely.”

He bowed his head slightly. With everything happening so suddenly, Shimun blinked for a moment.

“Well, there’s no need to apologize. Though I was a bit surprised when you suddenly reached out.”

He allowed himself a slight chuckle. For some reason. Michael, looking at Shimun with a peculiar expression, asked.

“Are you not afraid of me?”

On the surface, it seemed like an odd question.

But.

‘Ah, is it because of Lucifer? Well, Michael’s personality was infamous even in my previous life…’

Understanding what Michael was getting at, Shimun responded.

“Not particularly.”

He shrugged and pointed to his left eye.

“After all, as you said yourself, the Lucifer here isn’t his true form, right?”

It was similar when other Divine King-level Constellations first realized Lucifer’s presence Especially Constellation Baal.

He had such a contentious relationship with Lucifer that he even placed a curse prohibiting Lucifer’s name from being mentioned.

Yet even though Baal knew Lucifer was hiding in Shimun’s Demonic Eye, he took no significant actions.

‘Although it might also be partly because of me…’

Even excluding the fact that they were interested in him, the lack of punishment towards Lucifer indicated that. As long as it wasn’t the true form, any actions taken would be futile.

Michael, being a Divine King-level Constellation, surely knew this.

Unsurprisingly.

“… Indeed, observing closely, you are quite peculiar.”

Michael nodded slightly.

‘Oh? Just now…’

Was it his imagination?

It seemed as if Michael’s usually austere lips had curled up, even if only slightly.

“You are correct. Unless the true form is obliterated, that fallen one will continue to proliferate endlessly.”

Speaking as if disgusted by a filthy insect, Michael’s expression turned icy once again.

At this.

-That damn Michael, who is he calling a bug! Hey, Michael! You really have no limits with your words to your elder brother?

Lucifer immediately lashed out, but it was futile.

“If you call me that again. True form or not, I will burn the Demonic Eye you are hiding in.”

-You crazy fool! Don’t you know what this is? It’s the Lemegeton! Ars Theurgia!

“And so?”

Even though the owner of Lemegeton, Constellation Baal, must be watching this situation.

“It’s just an artifact filled with filthy demonic knowledge, isn’t it?”

Michael unflinchingly disparaged the Lemegeton.

“Normally, I would purify it as soon as I descended.”

Even suggesting the destruction of the Lemegeton.

Nevertheless.

『The Constellation Baal smirks.』

The actual owner, Baal, merely smirked.

It seemed Michael could see it too.

“He’s still making those inscrutable noises. Well, I suppose that’s why he associates with the fallen.”

Glancing briefly at Baal’s reaction that appeared before Shimun,

Michael scoffed slightly.

Then.

“In any case, now that all the fallen here have been dealt with. I must proceed to purify them.”

Turning his back, he approached the two gigantic Constellations, who were tense and wary.

Then, from behind him.

“Aren’t I a fallen one too?”

Shimun’s voice rang out.

As Michael turned back,

Flap.

Shimun spread his black flaming wings, showing off his demonic aura.

And then.

“…”

Michael looked at him silently.

For some reason.

His azure blue eyes felt like piercing, frigid blades cutting through the skies.

They seemed to dissect Shimun down to his very soul.

Then.

“Even without that form, you are undoubtedly a being that harbors both demonic energy and a devil energy.”

His statue-like lips opened.

“But judging by your essence…”

Trailing off, Michael seemed to be pondering.

He gazed at Shimun with eyes filled with uncertainty.

“I have no reason to intervene.”

Saying this, he turned back again.

Adding.

“That is also something Father has… confirmed directly.”

Shimun could only hear Michael’s voice. Though he couldn’t see the slight twist in Michael’s mouth and eyes.

*

A presence so intense it made the air itself quiver.

『What is this…』

The owner of the massive form that towered toward the sky. Vrtra couldn’t hide her bewilderment.

It was only natural.

‘Michael?!’

Archangel Michael.

A Divine King-level Constellation, his uncompromising nature was renowned across dimensions.

And of all places, he descended here, at the pinnacle of indulgence?

Of course, Quetzalcoatl had descended first, turning all the hedonistic pleasures into realms of death.

‘That madman won’t just overlook this place…’

Any being of Constellation level. Especially a being as sensitive as Michael. Wouldn’t fail to sense the indulgences that had transpired here.

Even amidst all these thoughts. Vrtra couldn’t help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation. The first thought that crossed Vrtra’s mind was just one.

‘How did Michael descend here?’

The fact of Michael’s descent. Unless directly created and issued by her, no invitation could grant entry to the Cradle of Indulgence.

Thus, even Constellations could not have known the location of this dimension.

‘Could it be… that fallen angel?’

Vrtra’s eyes turned towards the fallen angel behind Michael. Adding credence to her suspicion. Despite having eradicated all other fallen angels.

Why did he leave that fallen angel alone?

Given Michael’s nature, such an action seemed impossible. Though she couldn’t fathom the exact circumstances, one thing was clear.

‘That fallen angel summoned Michael.’

And.

‘The cost likely involved the heavenly slaves Ravi had secretly acquired.’

The price being the heavenly slaves captured amidst the loosened Heavenly Realm security after the demise of the Seven Archdemons. Those slaves could provide enough causality to summon a Divine King-level Michael.

Flap.

Michael’s eight wings flapped as he drew closer.

‘Damn…’

Vrtra bit her lip tightly. The reason was simple.

‘If descended through heavenly slaves… he can nearly fully manifest his power…’

A Divine King-level Constellation. If he could exercise his full power without any constraints. Even in her domain and in her true form.

‘I cannot win.’

She couldn’t hope to match a Divine King-level Constellation. However, Vrtra did not flee.

‘I recall Ravi’s report mentioned only two heavenly slaves.’

The angels captured covertly, avoiding the gaze of the Heavenly Realm. Manager Ravi’s report had clearly mentioned “two”.

That means.

‘He can manifest his essence fully, but the quantity is limited.’

In simple terms, while the quality is high, the quantity is very low.

Therefore.

‘If I can evade his attacks a few times…’

If she could deplete the “amount” of causality granted to Michael, The advantage would eventually tip in her favor.

However, Vrtra didn’t have time to continue her calculations.

『… It’s been a while, Michael.』

Quetzalcoatl, whose body was half obliterated, Nevertheless stood with the dignity of a Constellation, greeting Michael.

Greeted by Quetzalcoatl.

Grrr…

Craaaw…

“…”

Michael silently watched his two minions tremble beside him.

Then.

“Since you were demoted in divinity, you’ve become even more sordid, Quetzalcoatl.”

With a blatant scorn in his voice.

Whoosh!

He incinerated Quetzalcoatl’s two minions, the cyclops and the Dragon, with platinum flames—holy fire.

At his sudden action.

『Fool! Do you not understand the situation? I am just like you…』

Quetzalcoatl couldn’t even finish his sentence.

“Be silent. Your words sully my ears.”

Flap.

Michael lightly fluttered his eight wings towards Quetzalcoatl.

Then,

Whoosh.

What remained of Quetzalcoatl’s half-body was instantly enveloped in the holy fire.

『This madness…』

Without leaving behind a complete sentence, Quetzalcoatl turned to ash, disappearing completely. Even the small pile of ashes was consumed by the holy fire.

“Now, only you remain.”

Michael’s gaze shifted towards Vrtra. If merely considering the size difference. Vrtra, whose stature reached the stratosphere, seemed to overpower Michael.

『… Do you truly intend to strike me?』

As if confronting a grave danger, She shifted her body slightly, like a wary beast.

『I am in my true form, Michael.』

She glared at Michael.

『You know what it means if you strike me here.』

She growled threateningly.

Sssss!

As if declaring her intent, A dark pink aura surged from her massive form, spreading like a wildfire.

Yet, With no emotion visible, Michael responded coldly, “Meaning?”

His icy blue eyes fixed on Vrtra.

“Should I be concerned?”

With those words,

Whoooosh!

The world seemed to ignite in flames.

TL’s Corner:
Michael’s arrogance. I don’t not like. Specially since it’s not haughty, and he shows preferential treatment to Shimun.