Multiverse's Holy Right

"Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with humans and have prevailed."

In the Book of Genesis, there is a story describing how Jacob wrestled with an angel at the ford of Jabbok when returning to Canaan.

And in the Book of Zerubbabel, Michael once answered Zerubbabel, saying: "I am the one who wrestled with Jacob at the ford of Jabbok."

One of the seven authorities Roy obtained from Michael, 'The Hand of Jacob', originated from this very legend.

Jacob was the ancestor of the Israelites, meaning 'he who overcomes God's messenger', and 'The Hand of Jacob' was a peerless martial art capable of defeating even an archangel, embodying the mythical power of biblical legends!

Roy was originally a mediocre magician with no martial arts training, but now, with this authority, he had become a warrior who had reached the pinnacle of 'martial arts', akin to the 'Dao' in Chinese mythology.

This peerless martial art capable of wrestling with an archangel should never have belonged to mortals in the first place.

This was how exaggerated a Campione could be—everything that mortals painstakingly achieved through a lifetime of hardship, tasting all flavors of life, shedding blood and sweat, meant nothing in the eyes of a Campione.

The great feat of godslaying was itself a miracle, and over thousands of years, only a mere dozen or so individuals had ever attained such honor.

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The magical power Roy had infused into the ground gradually dissipated, and the earth-shaking tremors slowly ceased. Mount Moriah, the heart of ancient Jerusalem, had now collapsed into a pile of broken ruins.

The archaeologists at Mount Moriah groaned as they picked themselves up from the ground covered in fine sand and rubble, frantically searching around with expressions that seemed terrified this inexplicable 'earthquake' might have completely destroyed any potential ruins here.

"This... this is..."

One archaeological expert suddenly exclaimed in shock. With trembling hands, he used tweezers to pick up a piece of pottery fragment from a debris-covered dune and examined it closely.

"This is an artifact from the early Kingdom of Judah! This place might truly be the ruins of Solomon's Temple!"

The archaeologist's shout caused a commotion among the others, with many crowding over. Even the doctoral student who had 'hosted' Roy gave him a quick greeting before excitedly running over.

"Aiwass, can you sense anything here related to gods?"

Roy watched as the archaeologists gathered together in animated discussion, then asked the invisible Aiwass behind him—invisible to ordinary mortals.

Campiones were not omnipotent, especially when it came to perception. They were truly mediocre in this regard. Apart from instinctively recognizing a Heretic God at a glance, if two Campiones didn't reveal their powers, they could even sit together for an entire afternoon tea without realizing the other was their kin.

"I am not an angel skilled in searching, nor do I possess any particular specialty in perception or detection."

Though Aiwass said this, after a brief pause, she still pointed Roy in the right direction. "...Seventy meters in this direction, underground, there is a presence of mystical energy. If you were to dig, it would likely take quite some time."

"You really are a capable angel."

Roy gave Aiwass an approving smile before continuing, "...No need to dig. I am a Campione, a Demon King who fears no taboo. To me, the historical artifacts of mortals hold no value. Digging is the work of ordinary people or magical associations. What I must do is simply—"

Following Aiwass's guidance, Roy walked seventy meters away, raised his fist, and unleashed his Authority once more, striking down at the already shattered ruins of Mount Moriah.

BOOM————————!

Fine sand erupted like mist, spraying hundreds of meters into the air. Cracks spread across the ground beneath Roy's feet, and with a deafening roar, the earth collapsed once more, forming a crater as if struck by a meteorite.

The cheers of the surrounding archaeologists abruptly ceased. Each of them gulped, staring wide-eyed at Roy's inhuman, terrifying power.

As ordinary people, witnessing a magician's abilities would have already been enough to astonish them. But now, seeing the power of a Campione—referred to as the 'Demon King of the Earth'—far surpassing mortal imagination, their nerves trembled in awe.

Only then did they realize the earlier 'earthquake' was no natural phenomenon. It was very likely caused by this terrifying young man.

Ignoring the fearful gazes around him, Roy crouched down and scooped his left hand into the sea of sand beneath him. As grains slipped through his fingers, an ancient ring appeared in his palm.

"Bronze artifact? A Solomon's Relic? Could this be the legendary Ring of Wisdom, said to have allowed Solomon to command demons to serve him? The mystical demonology text Lemegeton records King Solomon as a masterful demon summoner—perhaps there's truth to it?"

Roy weighed the ring in his left hand. It was indeed an immortal Divine Relic, one connected to the gods.

However, Divine Relics were not something just anyone could use—especially one directly tied to Solomon. Roy was not Solomon, so he couldn't wield it. But since this relic bore a deep connection to Solomon, it could still serve as material for certain magical rituals.

Roy pocketed the ring. Some of the archaeologists opened their mouths, wanting to protest that it was a precious artifact and hoping he would leave it behind. But remembering the superhuman power Roy had just displayed, they wisely swallowed their words.

Among them, only one person wore an expression of shock and reverence. He had sensed the overwhelming, abyssal density of divine power emanating from Roy when he used his Authority—and boldly guessed his true identity.

"I... is there anything I can do for you, O King?!"

The man who had recognized Roy's identity hesitated and struggled for a long moment before tremblingly stepping forward, bowing his head respectfully as he spoke.

Though entering the sight of a Campione was a dangerous matter, it also represented an opportunity.

The other archaeologists watched in astonishment as their patron suddenly became so subservient, silently speculating whether this young man might be some important figure.

No—someone who possessed such monstrous power could hardly be anything less than a great personage!

"A magician?"

Though Roy was a third-rate magician himself, when the other party voluntarily revealed their magical energy without daring to conceal their identity, he could recognize it at a glance.

"Yes, O King. I am from England—"

"Stop. I have no interest in which country or association you belong to. I have only one request: prepare a set of clean new clothes for me, then arrange a flight to Rome, Italy. As for identification documents, you can figure that out yourself."

Though Roy had never met this magician before, he issued commands as if addressing a loyal servant.

And the man found this perfectly natural. Seeing that the 'King' had no interest in his identity, he dared not say more and hurriedly complied.

...

Before long, a private jet took off from Jerusalem, Israel, carrying its sole passenger to Rome, Italy.

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