Izumi quietly sensed the changes within his body.
The Authorities inside him were fusing at a visibly accelerated pace, their resonance growing stronger with every passing second. No matter how hard he tried, the smile on his face simply would not fade.
So it really works…
That realization was enough to harden his resolve.
If that was the case, then there was no reason to hesitate any longer.
—Japan.
Izumi turned and walked straight toward Kanase Kanon.
Seeing him approach, Kanon instinctively asked,
"Izumi-senpai… did you gain something from that battle?"
Izumi nodded calmly.
"I did. And it was an extremely important gain."
"I'm about to break through."
"Let's go. We're heading to Japan now."
"More god-slaying awaits there. That's how I'll surpass my current limits."
As he said that, a feverish gleam flickered across Izumi's eyes.
Hearing those words, Kanon's face lit up with genuine joy.
"Congratulations, Izumi-senpai!"
"That's wonderful news."
She was truly happy for him. Seeing Izumi grow stronger felt like her own success.
As for traveling to Japan, she had no objections at all.
The two soon regrouped with Erica Blandelli.
The moment Erica saw them, she dropped to one knee without hesitation, her voice trembling with fervent reverence.
"Congratulations, Izumi-sama."
She had witnessed the entire battle.
That overwhelming, one-sided domination had shaken her to her core.
A Heretic God—reduced to something no more threatening than a chick crushed in one's hand.
That power was terrifying.
No… it surpassed even that of a Godslayer.
So there really are beings in this world who stand above Campiones…
Earlier, she had secretly recorded the battle and already sent the footage to several major magical organizations.
This power had to be seen.
Izumi naturally sensed what she had done.
He simply didn't care.
Worship me if you want.
I'm not even from this world.
Once I'm done blowing up Japan, I'm gone.
Looking down at the kneeling Erica, Izumi spoke flatly,
"Let's move."
"We're heading to Japan."
"There's something there that I need."
He offered no further explanation and turned away, heading straight toward the airport.
Erica hurriedly rose and followed after him, already making phone calls to arrange transportation and clearances.
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At the same time, powerful factions across the globe received the video Erica had sent.
And every single one of them fell into stunned silence.
This level of strength was beyond absurd.
Even Marquis Voban, the oldest of the Godslayers, was left shaken.
What kind of damn hentai crawled out of nowhere…?
To annihilate two Heretic Gods so effortlessly?
Even deep within Mount Lu, that infamous shut-in woman received word from her disciple.
Though Lu Huaying had been beaten senseless, he still delivered the report to Luo Hao, the Martial God Empress.
"Strong…"
"Who is he?"
"One of our own?"
Luo Hao set her phone down and looked at her battered disciple.
"Is he from our land?"
Lu Huaying nodded frantically.
"Yes, Shifu! He said so himself—he's from our country!"
Hearing that, Luo Hao's lips curled upward with interest.
"As expected of one of ours."
"Where is he now?"
"I want to meet him."
Her pride was immense—but she was not foolish.
After seeing that footage, only an idiot would still believe themselves invincible.
"He's reportedly heading to Japan."
At those words, Luo Hao frowned.
"Japan… the land of barbarians?"
She stood up, took a single step forward—
—and vanished, already heading in the same direction.
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Meanwhile, the Seishi Hensan Iinkai was in absolute chaos.
They could not understand why two Godslayers were heading toward Japan.
They had investigated Izumi thoroughly—yet found nothing.
No records. No past. No origin.
As for Kanase Kanon, her name sounded Japanese, but there was no data on her anywhere.
Whether she was even from Japan remained uncertain.
The fact that Kanon had become a Godslayer alone was shocking.
But what truly terrified them was the truth—
She had become one with Izumi's assistance.
That such a thing was even possible…
Several magi in Milan had witnessed it firsthand.
There was no hiding it.
And Izumi had no intention of hiding anything.
Despite their fear, the committee members began to harbor dangerous thoughts.
If Izumi could help others slay gods—
Couldn't he help them as well?
One by one, those self-important fools began plotting, dreaming of exploiting his power.
They had no idea—
Izumi wasn't coming to Japan to play politics.
He was coming to cause chaos.
To wipe out the Japan pantheon itself.
To sink the entire land beneath the sea.
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After finishing matters on Sardinia, Izumi boarded a flight to Japan with Kanon and Erica.
This, incidentally, caused a certain hot-blooded idiot who wanted to challenge him to arrive far too late.
Mid-flight, Erica hesitated before asking,
"Izumi-sama… may I ask why you're going to Japan?"
Izumi shot her a sideways glance.
"So you can report it?"
"Erica, don't play these shallow games with me."
"Or I'll scatter your ashes."
The temperature around them seemed to plummet.
Erica stiffened, her entire body trembling as she lowered her head.
"I—I'm sorry!!!"
Izumi didn't even look at her as he continued,
"When we arrive in Japan, you'll leave."
"You won't be needed anymore."
"And whatever happens after that—I won't protect you."
With that, he closed his eyes.
The tool had served its purpose.
There was no reason to keep her around.
Erica's pupils shrank.
Leave?
Is he… going after the Seishi Hensan Iinkai?
The thought alone made her blood run cold.
This King… is terrifying.
She said nothing more.
She didn't even dare to report this information.
Instead, she sat silently to the side.
Izumi was easygoing—but she had learned by now.
He despised schemers.
Compared to her, Kanase Kanon was far easier to get along with.
Yet even then, Erica dared not speak much.
With Izumi right there—
One wrong word might cost her life.