Multiverse's Holy Right

The cavern housed an astonishingly chaotic array of objects—bizarre clay figurines, scattered talismans, ancient-looking parchment scrolls. To an untrained eye, it might resemble a flea market stall hawking worthless trinkets.

But Roy, armed with mystical knowledge, recognized these peculiar artifacts. Though their individual magical energies might be faint, each held profound symbolic significance within occult traditions.

"Judging by the styles of these items, the original owner of this cavern wasn't a follower of Christianity, but rather Judaism—and likely affiliated with one of its secretive sects."

Roy refrained from touching anything recklessly. This sand-encased chamber functioned like a mage's workshop—a place of extreme danger where even the most innocuous-looking object could conceal torturous traps.

"Aiwass, is there any danger here?"

Roy didn't act hastily, instead consulting Aiwass first.

As the "Holy Guardian Angel" who imparts knowledge to others, few in the occult world could surpass Aiwass's expertise.

"The magical wards here have dissipated."

Though this was neither the world of A Certain Magical Index nor Roy's original reality, through some inexplicable influence, esoteric knowledge often transcended worlds—like the universally recognized Kabbalistic Tree of Life theory.

After a single glance, Aiwass provided her assessment, then turned her attention to examining this new world with curiosity. For beings like her, raw power held little interest—it was the unknown information and fundamental rules of each new realm that truly captivated her.

"Right. If this mage's workshop still had defensive mechanisms, I'd have been attacked the moment I entered."

Assured by Aiwass, Roy began carefully examining the various occult artifacts lining the chamber.

"Judging by this parchment... could this be an original copy of the Book of Enoch?"

Roy picked up a tattered piece of parchment and glanced at its contents.

"Hmm, this is..."

Beside the parchment was a strip of linen cloth stained with red marks, resembling dried blood. "...The Shroud of Jesus? This is the Holy Shroud!"

Upon discovering these items of immense value in both Judaism and Christianity, Roy immediately began flipping through nearby books.

Roy quickly ascertained the world he was in—

"This is the world of Campione!"

"...The owner of this workshop is a Jewish magician—no, in this world, they should be called a mage. This guy used numerous precious magical artifacts and divine tools to conduct a large-scale ritual, attempting to summon a Heretic God!"

"Judging from these artifacts, this mage had quite the audacity. He actually tried to summon two Heretic Gods at once—one of them was likely Metatron, while the other was probably Christ the Savior!"

Drawing upon his knowledge of the occult and guidance from Aiwass, Roy swiftly pieced together the whole story.

The magical artifacts and divine tools in this cave were all exceedingly rare—it would have taken at least a century to gather so many. Moreover, the ritual to summon a Heretic God was so grand that it would have required decades of preparation. Everything in this cavern represented the culmination of centuries of effort by a Jewish mystical sect, the labor of multiple generations.

As for why this Jewish mage sought to summon Metatron and Christ, Roy could understand the reasoning. It stemmed from the fundamental conflict between the two faiths. Though both worshipped God, Judaism did not recognize Christ's divinity—they saw him not as the Messiah or Savior, but merely as a righteous saint.

Conversely, Christianity denied the existence of Metatron. Thus, this mage likely intended to summon Judaism's supreme angel to slay Christianity's holy savior, thereby desecrating the Christian faith.

"They succeeded—but also failed. They did summon Heretic Gods, but what emerged wasn't Christ the Savior at all. Instead, it was the Archangel Michael, who in Christian mythology is God's mightiest warrior!"

"...Some passages in the Bible describing Michael don't sound like they're about an angel at all—they read more like descriptions of the Son of God. Such blasphemy is unacceptable in Christianity, yet the Bible records it anyway. Some scholars even argue that Christ and Michael are one and the same, which is why the Bible applies phrases meant for the Son of God to Michael!"

Roy shook his head in amusement. He imagined the constipated expressions on those Jewish mages' faces when they summoned the rebellious angel Michael.

"That mysterious space truly fulfilled my wish, sending me to a world where I can grow stronger quickly... But as for becoming a Campione—yes, this world offers the fastest path to power, though the method itself is..."

Roy let out a bitter laugh. Slaying a god and stealing their divine authority—what a perfect shortcut to the top. But the prerequisite was, of course, actually killing a god!

For mortals to slay a rebellious deity was nothing short of a miracle. Strength and wisdom alone were nearly useless—no matter how much power or intellect a human could amass, it would always be insignificant before a god. That was why Campiones were called "miracles" incarnate.

In Roy's view, the key factor in killing a god was—luck!!

In this world, if you had that luck, you would naturally become a Campione. But without it, no matter how formidable your magecraft or knightly prowess, such a feat would remain impossible.

Yet things like fate and fortune could neither be measured nor altered—at least, not by Roy in his current state.

"Seems these Jewish mages had ambitions too. They wanted to slay a god and become Campiones. But judging by the outcome, they failed—likely wiped out in an instant by those two angels."

Roy picked up what appeared to be a small metal fragment among the artifacts. Its hue matched that of the Shroud of Turin, and it radiated immense mystery and magical energy. Roy suspected this fragment was one of the legendary "Spear of Longinus."

Those Jewish mages must have attempted to slay a god using this fragment, combined with some grand ritual magecraft. Yet in the end, they still failed.

"Still, I don't know if I have the luck to become a Campione. But if it's you, Aiwass—you should be capable of altering a person's fortune, right?"

Roy set down the fragment and suddenly turned to Aiwass.

Becoming a Campione didn't rely on strength or wisdom. Whether through external tools or another's aid, the process didn't matter—only the result of personally slaying a god did.

The "Holy Guardian Angel" Aiwass—she was his "luck"!

Meeting Roy's questioning gaze, Aiwass nodded lightly. "...The artifacts here can complete an angelic ritual—『The Fallen Angel』."

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