Multiverse's Holy Right

To act the fool is unwise for the wise.

Prometheus, representing 'human wisdom', embodies foresight.

Epimetheus, representing 'human folly', embodies 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 retreat. Precisely because of fear's existence can humans find paths to survival amidst dangerous environments, ultimately thriving to become the final victors.

When Roy beheld Michael, boundless terror welled up from the depths of his soul—a primal fear warning him to flee, cautioning him about the existential threat before him.

A wise man would undoubtedly choose to turn and run at this moment, for dashing eggs against stones is not the way of the prudent.

Only a fool would foolishly charge forward, blooming briefly like summer flowers before being annihilated by the very object of their fear.

There exists no possibility of victory—mortals absolutely cannot overcome gods. This is an immutable truth.

However, only the Fool can find the singular miracle within that truth!

"Chapter 1, Verse 11 of The Book of the Law: People praise the Fool, for they and their gods are all Fools!"

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

"..."

Roy recited the original text from The Book of the Law, activating the ritual within.

"Gah—"

As the ritual commenced, Roy tasted iron in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The original grimoires of the magical path inherently contained lethal toxins—not physical substances, but a will that corrupts the human spirit. Merely observing these texts without comprehending their knowledge and content could prove fatal.

The Book of the Law represented the distilled essence of Aiwass's wisdom, containing knowledge beyond the mortal realm. Its countless false interpretations served not so much to conceal its true knowledge as to act as a defense mechanism, preventing foolish attempts at deciphering that would cost lives.

And Roy, now playing the role of the Fool, had correctly interpreted a portion of The Book of the Law's knowledge through proper methods. Even this fragment of knowledge brought him near-death agony, as potent as any poison.

"O Fool! This is not a mode of thought mankind should embrace. Let me show you the folly of your actions!"

If all human thought became that of the Fool, humanity would have perished long ago. Only the Wise can guide mankind forward.

Michael, who had been preparing to pursue Metatron, found himself drawn by Roy's foolishness. When He saw Roy casting aside fear and mustering courage to charge toward Him, Michael immediately understood his purpose.

Michael was the victor in His battle against Metatron—no defeated, dying heretic god vulnerable to mortal slaying. No, even a dying heretic god could not be killed by mortals, for deicide itself is an impossible miracle.

"Since you refuse counsel, then like all Fools, meet your end!"

With a casual wave, the Great Archangel symbolizing 'Fire' unleashed heavenly flames capable of consuming all.

This was but a casual strike from a heretic god, yet for an ordinary human like Roy, it represented hopeless doom.

"Aaaaaaaah—"

Pain—excruciating, unbearable pain. His skin seemed to char, sloughing off like a snake's molted scales, revealing raw flesh beneath. Agony from every nerve ending flooded his mind, forcing Roy to scream, venting the intolerable torment wracking his body.

His brain sought to activate its defense mechanism—unconsciousness—but Roy stubbornly resisted through sheer willpower. Amidst this harrowing struggle at the brink of blackout, he clung to final clarity and a shred of reason.

These were flames that should have reduced Roy to ashes. Yet under The Book of the Law's protection, they merely inflicted unimaginable burning agony, allowing him to emerge from the inferno with nearly all his skin scorched away.

He knew—this was the closest he'd ever come to 'victory.'

The distance was less than ten meters now.

"Hmm?"

The angel of solemn righteousness never expected Roy to still be alive, a flicker of surprise crossing his incomparably handsome face.

"Fool, I cannot help but marvel at your bravery and fearlessness, but this ends here!"

The Archangel Michael raised his crimson sword, shaped like a cross.

With this sword, he had slain 150,000 Assyrian troops.

With this sword, he had battled the Beast at the end of days.

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

He was the brightest, most renowned archangel of the Cross—Michael!

That seemingly ordinary thrust carried divine authority and cursed power enough to obliterate any mortal.

Michael paid no heed to the fragment of the 'Spear of Longinus' clutched in Roy's right hand. True, it was a divine weapon capable of slaying a heretic god—but only if that god relinquished resistance.

An infant wielding a blade remains an infant, no match for a grown man. Likewise, no mortal could pierce a god's self-protection, even armed with a god-slaying relic.

At full strength, Michael could stand motionless, and so long as he didn't abandon his will to live, no mortal could assassinate him with divine arms.

This would be yet another 'certain victory' for Michael—one insignificant triumph among the Archangel's endless string of victories.

—Or so it should have been. But miracles manifest possibility within impossibility.

"Activate, Grand Sorcery—『Fallen Angel』!"

At the instant Michael's blade was about to strike Roy down, he triggered the angelic ritual array prepared in advance.

As the ritual took effect, Michael's sefirah plummeted from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, descending to 'Malkuth'—the human realm.

The spell affected Michael for barely a second. But one second was enough to decide the battle!

Roy didn't attempt to deflect Michael's longsword—doing so would cost him his final opportunity.

Instead, he adjusted his posture slightly, ensuring the blade would pierce beside his heart rather than through it. Had this still been the 'Sword of God,' the cursed energy imbued within would have annihilated Roy instantly. But under the influence of 『Fallen Angel』, the weapon had temporarily become a 'Sword of Man,' no longer capable of delivering a fatal blow.

Though grievously wounded, Roy wouldn't die immediately—he still had time to struggle before death claimed him.

And in the same moment the sword impaled him, Roy pressed the fragment of the Spear of Longinus in his right hand into Michael's chest.

Then, the 『Fallen Angel』 ritual dissolved. Michael's status reverted from 'human' back to 'divine,' and the 'Holy Lance Fragment'—once the weapon that slew the Son of God but merely a sharp spear to mortals—unleashed its full power.

In that fleeting second, Roy had delivered his counterattack straight into Michael's 'core.' The property capable of killing the 'Son of God' erupted within the archangel's body like a cosmic explosion.

A one-in-a-million miracle had occurred once more.

The fearless angel, his handsome and beautiful face frozen in momentary shock, suddenly burst into laughter.

"...Well done, child of fools! This is the ending I desired—to return to the embrace of the Lord and uphold His dominion before His throne!"

"...I am Michael, the 'God-like One,' the angel of 'Certain Victory'! To you, child of fools, I bestow both blessing and curse!"

"March forth with my certainty of victory! Annihilate all with my fearlessness—until the final end arrives!"

Roy, barely conscious, faintly registered Michael's words before succumbing to unconsciousness from his severe injuries.

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