Magdaran stared at the God King standing before him. He was genuinely surprised about why Indra would come here, and he was here almost alone, he did not bring much forces with him.
If his goal here was to jump him along with his generals, then yes, Magdaran would agree, he had a pretty damn high chance of actually dying.
But apparently, Indra's own pride had given him a chance at survival, and possibly even victory.
He let out a visible sigh and his mind shifted.
Not emotionally. But coldly and precisely.
He stopped thinking like a devil, or a warrior, or a man who had just wanted a vacation.
He thought like a machine... Like an proper A.I.
The chances of victory against Indra weren't actually zero, but he needed to do this properly.
He thought of the near impossible chances of the situation he was facing,
Maybe just out of curiosity, he thought, 'Let's quantify this.'
And that single thought reorganized everything. He thought of every scenario that had led to this current moment, right from the moment he stupidly decided to waltz into Rizevim's home ground.
Step one. Define the universe.
This world was not small.
Between the Underworld, Heaven, the Fallen Angel domain, the Dimensional Gap, sealed mythological realms, divine pantheons, and countless minor dimensions, the number of meaningful locations easily exceeded tens of millions.
Let's be conservative. And if we add the random unhabitated dimensions, the number pushes even further.
'Total meaningful destinations I could have randomly accessed through dimensional travel: 10⁸.'
That number alone already made most coincidences statistically irrelevant.
Event One: Encountering a Super Devil.
Canonically confirmed Super Devils in existence before me:
Sirzechs Lucifer.
Ajuka Beelzebub.
Rizevim Livan Lucifer.
Three.
Three existences among all devils, gods, monsters, and sealed horrors.
Probability of accidentally entering the domain of one Super Devil through unsupervised dimensional exploration:
3 divided by 10⁸.
'3 × 10⁻⁸.'
Already absurd. Isn't it?
Event Two: Surviving and killing that Super Devil.
Not defeating.
Not escaping.
Killing.
A Super Devil stood above peak Satans, above most gods, above beings who had lived since the old eras. The expected survival rate of a non Super Devil encountering one in hostile territory approached zero.
Even assigning an unrealistically generous survival and victory probability:
'10⁻⁹.'
That alone should have ended the story.
Then, event Three: Spatial displacement into Tir na Scáth.
A sealed, mythic realm that existed outside conventional dimensional topology. Not indexed or advertised. Not reachable without either permission or catastrophic spatial error.
Probability of landing there randomly after severe injury:
'10⁻⁷.'
At this point, coincidence was already statistically dead.
Event Four: Being found and saved by Scáthach.
Even inside her realm, survival was not guaranteed.
I could have bled out.
She could have ignored me.
She could have killed me on sight.
Probability of being noticed, spared, and treated:
'10⁻².'
Generous.
'Well, I should probably trust Scathach a bit more... but maths don't account for emotions'
Event Five: Emotional resonance, mutual respect, bond formation, Love, and reincarnation.
This was not just romance.
This was alignment of will, values, and purpose between a being who had lived for centuries and someone she had known for days.
Followed by successful reincarnation of a former goddess into a devil using a single mutated Queen piece.
Probability:
'10⁻⁵.'
And that was charity.
Event Six: Drawing the personal attention of a God-King.
Not some random subordinate.
Not a nobody.
Not a divine servant.
A God-King. Probably the strongest God-King.
Indra should not investigate disturbances lightly. He ruled a pantheon. He would not respond unless something mirrored cosmic-scale authority.
Probability of my actions triggering direct interest:
'10⁻⁴.'
Event Seven: God-King confrontation on his pantheon's land.
Of all the places and of all times.
During a vacation.
Probability: '10⁻³.'
Now, if we sum that all up...
I stacked the numbers.
(3 × 10⁻⁸)
× (10⁻⁹)
× (10⁻⁷)
× (10⁻²)
× (10⁻⁵)
× (10⁻⁴)
× (10⁻³)
The result was, '3 × 10⁻³⁸.'
Three chances in one hundred quintillion quintillion.
A number so small that most civilizations would never encounter an event like this across their entire existence.
A probability that did not represent just bad luck.
Magdaran exhaled slowly.
'This isn't random.'
Too many independent impossibilities had aligned in sequence.
Either the universe itself was bending probabilities around him, or something, or someone, was deliberately pushing him forward.
Toward conflict. Toward notice.
Toward something he had never asked for.
He looked back toward the beach, where Rias and the others were still tense, still human in their reactions despite everything.
Then he looked back at the storm clouds, where Indra waited.
A faint smile crossed his lips.
'If this is destiny…'
'Then it's doing a terrible job of being subtle.'
And Magdaran stopped thinking like a machine.
And started thinking like the devil he now was,
'Now, it's quiet understandable, why everybody says. Fuck Destiny.
If destiny really does exist, I am going to destroy that concept from it's very root if it tries playing with me just one more time.'
Now, Numbers had served their purpose.
Reality proved one thing clearly, despite all the odds.
That this encounter was now inevitable.
Now, let's get ready for the fight.
{Senjutsu: Nature enhancement.
Major magic resistance.
Major physical resistance.
Internal structural reinforcement.
Hax resistance.
Auto-destruction release.
Mark target signature for absolute accuracy.
Passive healing boost.
Higher body cooling.
Pain resistance.
high energy neutralization.
Illusion immunity.
Thunder damage resistance.
Extreme reaction acceleration.
Touki boost.
High soul protection.
Increased skin electrical conductivity.
Increased internal body electrical resistance.
Spatial concept: Permanent earth connection.}
Now, this probably won't increase his chances much against a God king's thunder, but, he had applied many buffs as he could, after all, if he could apply them, then why not?
Then he lifted his gaze fully to Indra, ready for the incoming challenge.
The storm god stood unmoving above the sand, lightning crawling lazily around his form, Vajra resting against his palm as if it were merely ceremonial. Yet the pressure behind him was unmistakable.
"You keep looking at me like I resemble someone you already know, Shiva was it. The strongest God in your pantheon, who ranks above you, The 'God King'." Magdaran said with a stoic face. Then, added "Sorry, never met the guy. But he seems fun. It's cool to be stronger than the guy parading around as a god king in his own pantheon, despite knowing everyone respects Shiva more."
Indra's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You deny it? And not just that, you also try to insult me?" he asked. His voice was even, but the thunder answered for him. He was pissed of more than he had been in the past few centuries combined.
"The destruction you wield bears the same weight. The same finality."
Magdaran shrugged. "I deny the assumption, it's not very logical. As I said, I have never met Shiva. I have never spoken to him. I have never been taught by him.
So unless he secretly babysits devils when no one is looking, your comparison is meaningless.
And insult you? Well, strangely, despite being a devil I don't seem to have spoken a single lie. If the truth hurts you that much, is the problem here really me?"
A ripple of surprise moved through the watching gods in the clouds.
Scáthach glanced at Magdaran briefly, then back at Indra, her posture loose but ready.
Indra chuckled softly. "Bold words. You dismiss me like you consider me equal to that pesky spawn of Lucifer you killed. I must say, you have quite the knack for infuriating people. Maybe a good electrotherapy will help your condition."
"I dismiss lazy conclusions, You look rather dumb to have any medical knowledge at all, so I would assume your words as the ramblings of a Quack." Magdaran replied.
Then after pausing a bit, continued, "Destruction is not exclusive to Shiva. It is a concept. A function. A law. He embodies one interpretation of it. I embody another. And they are quite certainly not the same, if you think they resemble, maybe being hit by it help with the realization."
Indra's grip on Vajra tightened.
"You speak as if concepts are tools to be picked up and discarded. You try dishonoring the strongest God-King, The Devraj.
Tell me, what punishment do you think you deserve?"
"Concepts? Well I managed to get two at the age of eighteen. If you could not manage a few of them, in what, Billions? of years. Then it would seem that you draw your conclusions based on the assumption that we are equals," Magdaran said.
Then smirked "Now, you need to consider you own mythology. Despite all your strength, are you not represented as a joke? From what I have read, you are basically the entry point of defeat for an Ashura to enter the ranks of the strong.
It is pretty much always Vishnu who cleans everything up for you so you can parade around as a god king."
The air grew heavier. Significantly heavier.
Rias swallowed, feeling the pressure sink deeper into her chest. Akeno's smile was rather mixed now, half with pride over Magdaran's dissing of Indra, and half full of concern.
Kuroka shifted uneasily, tail flicking as her instincts screamed danger.
Indra took a step forward, sand lifting beneath his feet.
"You stand on land under my pantheon's protection," he said. "You erase dimensions. You carry power that destabilizes balance. Whether or not you learned it from Shiva is irrelevant. Even if I had planned on sparing you before, now that you have enraged me. Your existence seems to have over lived it's purpose."
Magdaran tilted his head. "Then let me ask you something, Devraj."
Indra raised an eyebrow, and despite his anger, he agreed. "Speak."
"I did say quite a lot. But, can you honestly defend a single allegation I made on you?" Magdaran asked with a gentle smile.
The question landed cleanly.
Indra did not answer immediately.
"Thought so," Magdaran continued.
Lightning flared brighter.
"You have overstepped every limits you should not have," Indra warned.
"Being a sinful devil, I could think of quite a few more of those... limits." Magdaran smirked.
"You speak far too freely for someone standing before a God-King," he said coldly.
"And you posture too much for someone who is considered a joke even in his own pantheon." Magdaran answered without hesitation.
Indra did not answered with words this time.
The clouds compressed violently, thunder detonating directly overhead as Indra's aura surged outward, no longer restrained. Divine pressure crashed down like a descending sky, the beach trembling as waves rose unnaturally high.
Shirone staggered back.
Diana planted her feet, axe blazing.
Rias instinctively reached for Magdaran again, but he stepped forward instead.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
"Enough, step back. This is my fight." he said quietly.
Indra did not stop.
The pressure intensified.
The sand beneath Magdaran's feet began to vitrify, turning glassy from compressed force alone.
Scáthach's eyes sharpened. she sent a mental message to all the girls. "He's doing this deliberately. He is making Indra lose reason with anger, once Indra goes all offence, a single clean strike with conceptual destruction might change the course of the battle."
Magdaran nodded. He was satisfied with his work. Indra throwing a rampage was for the best, his absolute control worked best against rapid beasts. Like a proper gunshot putting down a fierce tiger.
"So that's your answer. Well, let's fight then."
He lifted his head.
And released his aura.
The effect was immediate.
Indra's divine pressure did not vanish.
But it was countered, two immense auras, one purple and one sky blue, where clashing a manner which seemed to crack the sky and the earth.
The ocean recoiled.
The gods watching from afar stiffened in alarm.
Indra took a half step back.
Magdaran took back one.
But Indra's eyes widened a fraction.
"So you truly do not yield," Indra said, voice louder now, edged with something new.
Excitement.
Magdaran smiled faintly.
"I told you," he said. "I just wanted a vacation. You're the one who escalated this into a war."
Lightning arced down, striking Vajra as Indra raised it fully for the first time.
"Then let's finish you properly, so that you can never open that filthy mouth of yours again." Indra declared.
"Let me see whether your destruction can stand before thunder that has ruled heavens since before your species crawled out of the filthy pits of the underworld."
Magdaran rolled his shoulders once.
Touki surged.
Space warped subtly around his frame, the sand lifting as if gravity had momentarily forgotten him.
"Fair warning," he said calmly. "I don't fight gently."
Indra grinned, thunder roaring in response.
"Good," he said. "Neither do I."
The sky split.
And the slice of life beach episode finally, irrevocably, ended. With a thought of Magdaran, conceptual space covered the girls, throwing them to another dimension, so that they were not affected by the aftermaths of the fight.
Now, ensured of the safety of the girls, he put his entire attention back to the fight.
Indra stood at the center of the storm, Vajra raised high, lightning no longer behaving like weather but like law. Every bolt in the heavens bent toward him, pulled into a single point by authority older than most pantheons.
This was not just raw power. This was judgment.
Indra's voice came over, calm and absolute.
"This weapon has judged gods, shattered heavens, and reduced worlds to memory."
He lowered Vajra slightly, lightning condensing until it no longer looked like lightning at all, but a blinding, compressed line of divine inevitability.
"Stand, devil," Indra said. "And be judged."
Across from him, Magdaran exhaled.
"Yeah, like that's gonna happen."
His Touki did not flare outward this time. It folded inward, drawn deep into his body until the space around him began to behave incorrectly. Distance shortened. Perspective bent. The beach behind him felt farther away than it should have been, as if reality itself had started stepping back.
He raised his hand, space around his palm thinned, unraveling at the edges. Light hesitated as it passed through the distortion, colors dulling, sound flattening. The air itself felt unsure whether it was allowed to exist there.
Magdaran's eyes were calm.
Focused. His goal was simple. avoid getting hit, and land a single powerful move, ending the fight.
"Destruction isn't yours alone," he said quietly, voice carrying despite the storm. "You just managed to grasp it's edges."
Indra smiled.
Then he brought Vajra down.
The sky answered.
Lightning fell at an unimaginable pace, distorting space across it, if he had merely used space as defense, this attack might have turned him into someone resembling Portgas D. Ace, or Rengoku.
But Magdaran would not do that mistake.
As the column of divine judgment descended, not expanding, not exploding, but compressing reality beneath it as if existence itself.
At the same instant, Magdaran stepped forward.
The distortion around his hand collapsed inward, folding into a point so dense that the concept of distance ceased to apply. Paired with destruction so intensely violet, that it's mere sight carved the fear of death at all who placed their gaze on it.
Two authorities moved toward each other.
Thunder that ruled heaven.
Destruction that denied meaning.
For a fraction of a moment, everything stopped.
Sound vanished.
Color drained.
The world held its breath.
Then the air between them broke.
Not shattered. Broke.
Reality screamed as divine lightning and conceptual destruction collided, the impact tearing a fault through existence itself. The sky split open, light and darkness bleeding together as the beach was swallowed by blinding force.
The shockwave never reached the shore.
It never could, because it did not exist anymore.
Everything had vanished into white.
And somewhere within that impossible collision, two beings stood their ground, neither yielding, neither retreating, as the world struggled to decide which authority it would obey.
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