The genre? You already know it: Isekai. That's the anime where a regular, boring person gets yanked from their dull life and dropped into a fantasy world, usually with a cheat skill. Well, this is my story, though I can already tell you, it didn't start with a heroic sacrifice. It started with a gas bill.

I won't lie; I was perfectly comfortable. Both my parents passed two years ago, and I lived alone, but I never felt the kind of deep, aching loneliness everyone talks about. If I got bored, I just read manga and watched anime—I wasn't just a fan, I was an otaku obsessed. My bedroom was a sanctuary: full of comics, light novels, figures, and Gundam kits. My life was simple, and I truly never felt tired or bored with it.

Oh, I forgot to tell you: I was also a martial arts instructor. In my youth, I studied a Korean art called Tang Soo Do with my grandfather. After he passed when I was thirteen, I moved to Japan and studied Karate. It didn't feel the same; it lacked the love I had when learning with my grandfather. I was good at Karate—everyone sought my advice—but I could only be a part-time instructor because I was a high school teacher. My life was busy.

Until the moment something went horribly wrong.

It wasn't a sudden, grand act of heroism that ended me; it was my neighbor's gas tank explosion. One second, I was re-reading my favorite manhwa; the next, the entire house was vaporized. I didn't survive the blast. As I watched my life's treasures—my manga, my comics, my anime figures—burn in a truly tragic blaze, I spoke to them in my mind, "Thank you for everything. My life as an otaku was amazing with you all." Then I looked at my body, half-burned to death. I was dead.

My biggest regret was not having a family to truly love. Then, slowly, I opened my eyes, utterly confused, and saw a vast, cosmic place. It was a stunning scene of brilliant blue light, warm and soul-healing, something like a dream world.

I snapped out of my daze. "Wait, what just happened?"

I didn't have a body. I was just a little, brilliant light.

"Ah, so this is what a soul looks like," I mused. "Just a light—no flesh, no body parts. Well, maybe I can just rest here for a bit."

Suddenly, a massive voice boomed.

"Hey! You there! Little light!"

I looked left, right, and… up.

"Yes, you!"

A gigantic, shadowy figure was trying to talk to me. The sheer scale of it was terrifying. The shadowy thing clapped its hands, and a painfully bright, neon-green light filled the void. What I saw was a genuinely demonic figure. I was so shocked that I instinctively shouted, "It's a demon! Run!" and immediately tried to flee, thinking, My soul is definitely in hell right now.

"Hey, you! Stop right there! I am not a demon, got that?"

I skidded to a stop. "Wait, what? But... you look exactly like a demon."

"I am not a demon! Why is everyone always screaming 'demon' at me like a little kid who just lost a fight?"

I gave the figure what I hoped was a deeply skeptical, very funny expression with my non-existent face.

"I promise you, I'm not a demon," it insisted, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "I am a deity, or a celestial creature. Your world would simply call me a god."

The creature's armor was forged not by smiths, but by an apotheosis of war itself. It was a complex, interlocking shell of brilliant, demonic gold, each piece meticulously shaped like a dragon's scale or a raptor's talon. Colossal, spiked pauldrons flared out like mirrored wings. A mantle of deep cardinal velvet trailed from his waist, pooling like a river of blood upon the steps. He was the embodiment of opulence and terror. The massive, leathery wings—a shade of darkest ruby—were held high and wide, looking like a pair of monumental, shredded banners of war.

I raised a non-existent eyebrow. "So, you're saying you're a god who just happens to look like something out of a walking nightmare?"

"Look, kid, this isn't a fantasy you conjured up. Ugh. I am, regrettably, the thing you all insist on calling a god. The celestial deity? Yes, that's me. I rule the whole Cosmic Force—it's a lot of paperwork, honestly. Anyway, every thousand years, one of us gets stuck with the job of picking a hero to save a world. Guess whose turn it is? This is my year. Try to look a little more excited, please."

"My name is Charlie—or, if we're going by my proper title, Scarlet King, the God of Chaos and Revelation."

"So, that means I need to clean up your dirty work?" I asked.

Charlie let out a burst of arrogant laughter. "Hohoho! That's right! You're very lucky; this is the first time in five millennia that it's my turn. Now, hohoho—"

I think this guy is incredibly proud of himself, I thought, the thought vibrating in my soul-light.

Charlie's laughter cut off. "Did you finish your thought? Don't you know I can hear you speaking in your mind, little light?"

The Intervention of the Panthean Clowns

Before Charlie could finish his sentence, a sudden, blinding flash of light and glitter cleared to reveal four glowering, magnificent figures floating awkwardly in Charlie's chaotic cosmic office.

First: Meleona, Goddess of Beauty and Nature, with jade skin and wildflower hair, looking utterly appalled to be anywhere near this mess.

Second: Anubisian, God of Death and Rebirth, a stern jackal-headed figure in obsidian armor, who simply crossed his arms and cracked a dark, silent judgment.

Third: Griffinrome, God of Wisdom and Health, a calm, scholarly man whose robes bore shifting celestial maps. He was currently reviewing a citation in a heavy, leather-bound textbook.

Last: Silveron, God of Thunder and End of Judgment, a hulking mass wreathed in chaotic electric-blue lightning, his eyes blazing with righteous fury.

"We came here to stop you, Charlie," Silveron boomed, his voice shaking the very fabric of reality. "You remember what happened last time you summoned a hero and gave them your 'blessing,' don't you?"

"Oh, for the love of god—" Charlie began, his inky tendrils already twitching.

Meleona cut in, wrinkling her perfect nose. "The last 'hero' you blessed is now a sentient, eight-foot-tall, talking octopus who thinks he's a motivational speaker. He's currently lecturing the deep-sea merfolk on 'synergy' and 'core competencies.' It's causing an ecosystem breakdown."

Charlie threw his appendages up in exasperation. "What the hell are you guys doing here?! Can't a god have one minor clerical error in a millennium without the whole pantheon dropping in unannounced?"

Charlie snapped his fingers, and from a shimmering, celestial lockbox, a massive tome titled Divine Mistakes: A Millennial Compendium materialized.

"Well, I knew this was coming, so I brought the backup plan," Charlie declared, fanning the book open with a dramatic flourish. "Let's review your performance reviews, shall we?"

He pointed a tendril at Meleona.

"Meleona! Page 42, subsection 'Supreme Dryad Fiasco.' You summoned a soul, promised her a beautiful form and nature magic. You accidentally gave her 15% of your total power, turning her into a giant, stationary tree! To cover your mistake, you titled her the 'Supreme Dryad,' but she can only sit in one place, leaving her beautiful spirit body to roam, complaining about the draft. How do you explain that?"

Meleona gasped dramatically. "That was a tribute to her grounding! And the paperwork was complicated!"

Charlie flipped the page and glared at Anubisian.

"Anubisian! Page 88, 'The Case of the Zombie Baby Reincarnate.' You had an assassin soul—a bit dark, but fine—and you promised her the magic to resurrect the dead. But you got greedy, couldn't control your ego, and gave that poor soul a zombie-like body! The entire town was 'surprised and scared to see their baby look like a zombie upon rebirth.' Thoughts?"

Anubisian adjusted his armor. "It was... an accelerated lesson in appreciating life. Besides, his undead glow provides excellent night lighting."

Charlie scoffed, moving to Griffinrome.

"Next! Griffinrome! Page 104, 'The Overconfident Scholar.' You summoned a soul for a scholarly life, promising wisdom and a healthy body. But you miscalculated her mind's capacity for your divine knowledge. She became so overwhelmed she's now permanently delusional, constantly talking about her 'work time in the new world' and yelling 'What the hell?' at her random hallucinations. Explain that!"

Griffinrome calmly adjusted his glasses. "The data suggests that the prolonged exposure, while leading to mild temporal displacement syndrome, will result in a novel form of existential resilience. It's a hypothesis."

Finally, Charlie turned to Silveron, holding up the last entry.

"And finally, Silveron, God of Thunder and Judgment! 'The Elephant-Headed Hero.' You summoned a human who was still alive—still breathing, not even dead yet! You promised her a beautiful life and strong power. Instead, you gave her 1% of your DNA and almost turned her head into an elephant! How do you use your 'End of Judgment' title to justify that?"

Silveron's lightning flickered nervously. "It was meant to be a subtle augmentation for gravitational stability! She looked great in hats!"

Charlie slammed the book shut. "So, what do you think about this? Can any of you explain your mess-ups?"

"Why, you did this!" Meleona shrieked, outraged by the public exposé.

With a unified roar, the four magnificent gods, momentarily forgetting their differences and their actual mission, simultaneously leapt onto the hapless Charlie.

The resulting conflict was less a battle of cosmic, universe-ending forces and more a chaotic, flailing dog-pile. Meleona's wildflower hair got tangled in Charlie's inky tendrils, Silveron's lightning kept sparking the pages of the Divine Mistakes tome, and Anubisian, the stern God of Death, somehow ended up with Griffinrome's heavy textbook balanced on his jackal head. It was a messy, elbow-throwing scrum, exactly like a group of toddlers fighting over a favorite toy.

The Adult in the Room

I leaned against a pillar of what I assumed was the celestial whatever-it-was—maybe the "Hall of Infinite Divine Nonsense." In the center, a spectacular light show of divine power was happening, mostly featuring dazzling energy bolts that somehow always missed hitting anything important.

"I think these guys completely forgot I exist," I muttered, checking my non-existent watch.

"Maybe I should stop this before someone accidentally vaporizes the planet, guys! Hey! Gods! Hellooooo!" My voice, naturally, was instantly drowned out by a sonic boom of pure arrogance.

"Did you guys forget that we are in the middle of my incredibly serious, life-altering problem here?"

Suddenly, the five dazzling deities froze mid-blaze, turning their attention to me with expressions so blank they looked like they'd just been asked to do long division. They had that wide-eyed, stupid face a little kid makes right before they get caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I speak to myself," I sighed, massaging my non-existent temples. "I'm starting to think I'm not even here. We have five supposed gods and just a collection of stubborn children with big egos."

Charlie—the one whose light was an annoying neon red—puffed out his chest. "This is your problem, Meleona! You started it!"

Meleona, shimmering in a very judgmental silver, threw her hands up. "Oh, it's me, is it? I was merely trying to save this kid's soul, for crying out loud! That's my whole job description!"

Griffinrome, whose golden armor looked like it was forged from concentrated self-importance, scoffed. "Save it? Why? If this soul goes roaming the world without wisdom and knowledge, it will be useless! She should be ours for proper enlightenment!"

Anubisian—a stoic figure in shadowy purple—countered with a dramatic flourish. "Nonsense! If this soul feels alone, she can simply resurrect the Dead to be her friends! She will never get bored with her new life under my guidance!"

Silveron, who appeared to be made entirely of chaotic lightning, screamed, "No! No! No! You are all too slow! Even a common rabbit horn could kill this mortal easily if she is not trained in my ways!"

And just like that, the five gods were back to fighting, but now they were using rapid-fire, ridiculously dramatic words instead of energy blasts.

I just slumped, my face an expression of utter defeat and exhaustion.

"Yup. I am definitely dealing with a bunch of toddlers right now," I spoke softly into the eternal void. "And my emotional battery is at 2%. This is… this is fine." I made a very tired, very silly, and utterly clueless face for the gods to appreciate, but naturally, none of them noticed. They were too busy arguing about which divine domain was "more useful."

"Finally, my patience is pushed to its absolute limit, guys! STOP THIS NONSENSE!"

All five deities immediately stopped arguing.

"Hear me out, guys. You all are special in your own way. Not one thing is even special until you make that thing special, okay? You are the gods and deities that hold the respect of the cosmos and the entire universe, and you're all acting like children who need a time-out!"

My little light pulsed with righteous indignation.

"If you all want to make this work, please just don't be a bunch of egomaniacs, okay guys?"

A hush fell over the cosmic chamber. Meleona started to cry softly, Charlie looked genuinely shocked, Griffinrome questioned his own wisdom, Anubisian gazed at my soul as if seeing its beauty for the first time, and Silveron felt like the world was getting bigger and he himself was getting smaller.

The Divine Cluster-Blessing

Suddenly, a loud, metallic GONG echoed through the void—like a church bell the size of a planet. The divine clock showed my time limit was 10 minutes to be successfully reincarnated into another world.

Charlie shrieked, "Oh, my cosmos, have mercy! Move, you guys, I don't have time for this! The little light needs my blessing before it's too late!"

Charlie transformed himself instantly. The towering, demonic gold armor vanished, replaced by the form of a charming ten-year-old human boy.

The young man who replaced the Scarlet King had a wild, untamed storm of hair—mostly obsidian black, but threaded with vibrant, painful streaks of crimson, like veins of raw energy running through coal. He framed a face etched with a look that was both dangerously aloof and intensely focused.

And Meleona? She gasped, then instantly jumped onto Charlie, hugging him with dangerous force. "Charlie! You're so cute in this form! In five millennia, I've never seen you like this!"

Charlie squirmed. "Stop it! That's why I always use my original nightmare form! For safety! Move, you pervert woman!"

He shoved Meleona away. "You're so mean, Charlie!" she pouted, getting salty.

Charlie, thoroughly flustered, performed his blessing to me with 1% of his power. A scarlet aura flowed from him to my soul-light, and a Status Skill Screen popped up in front of me, though it was still flickering blankly. As the aura hit, my soul began to receive a body, but the body slowly started growing tentacles like an octopus.

Meleona gasped in horror and fear, trying to stop Charlie. "Don't you dare turn the child into a tentacle again!"

But it was too late. Seeing the disastrous outcome, Meleona joined the fray, sending 1% of her power towards me to neutralize the effect. A soothing green aura washed over the scarlet, and my body slowly began to stabilize, becoming that of a normal human being, glowing with an inner light of both scarlet and green.

Charlie looked at Meleona with a shocked, angry, and silly expression.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing?! You horny girl! This year is my blessing time for the hero that I summoned, you idiot!"

And suddenly, the other three gods—Griffinrome, Anubisian, and Silveron—all joined the party of blessing, each sending their own hilarious and accidental 1% of power towards me.

Charlie threw his hands up in panic. "Wait! Wait! Wait! What are you guys doing?! Stop it! This is my blessing, you idiots!"

In the middle of the chaotic scrum, the five of them accidentally dumped 50% of their combined power into my soul. They weren't thinking rationally; they were just shoving energy.

My little light simply sighed. "Oh, my. I'm going to die twice," I thought.

Suddenly, my body was full of divine light that could not be controlled. It EXPLODED into an unimaginable surge of mana. The energy separated into three different Galaxies spinning rapidly in the void—a terrifying spectacle of power. But those three separate galaxies were not far-flung cosmic bodies; they were my mana, still completely contained within me.

The five gods were panicking like it was the literal end of the cosmos. "Oh, my heaven! Oh, my cosmos! What the hell did we just do right now?!"

I passed out, but as I did, my true body was revealed. It was a marvelous and beautiful sight, radiating a power that no one, even the gods, had ever seen.

Meleona, the Goddess of Beauty, got a perverted look in her eyes as she gazed at my unconscious form. Love hearts popped up around her head.

"Ooh, my! That boy is so charming!" she cooed.

Charlie looked up at the sky of the cosmos, where the three swirling Galaxies of my mana spun.

"The three galaxies... are his mana," he whispered in dawning horror. "That means his body has three Infinity Mana sources..."

He looked back at the other four gods, who were trembling.

"...I think we die now. We just created the end of the cosmos himself."

The Broken Status Screen

I blinked open my eyes. I looked at my true form and the divine clock. 1 minute left. So, I survived all that. I got a second chance after all that chaos.

All five gods came to me. Charlie, looking genuinely contrite, spoke. "Sorry, my little light, for all of this. We just overdid it this time and weren't thinking rationally. But it's time for you to be reincarnated. Have some fun, okay? We'll be watching you," Charlie said.

And as the clock ended its last bell, I was reborn into a new world.

In a rare emotional moment as I was leaving Charlie's cosmic office, the God of Wisdom, Griffinrome, was trembling and in shock as he gazed at my status screen. "This... this is... are?" Griffinrome trailed off, unable to explain.

Charlie looked at Griffinrome, his reaction a sight of impending cosmic doom. He walked up to Griffinrome, his face full of sweat. "Wait, what the hell are you looking at? It's not a big deal, you know that. You're reacting like you just saw a cosmic ghost horror film!"

Charlie snatched the divine tablet from Griffinrome's hand and looked at the status screen.

Charlie's eyes flew wide open. All the gods rushed to look, and all of them were equally shocked and began to shriek, simultaneously screaming, "What the hell is this broken screen?!" All five were trembling in shock and fear at my stats, making a sight that was both terrifying and utterly hilarious.

Category Value

The divine tablet displayed my status:

Status LVL 1

Name Not yet registered

Race Not yet registered

HP 80 (Normal for LVL 1)

Defense 40 (Normal for LVL 1)

Attack & Strength 70 (Above Average)

Stamina & Speed 70,000 (Broken)

Mana Triple Infinity (Catastrophic)

Skill (1) Scarlet Star Union (Buff & Debuff Magic) - Can buff allies and debuff enemy connection/cohesion. Time limit: 3 minutes.

Unique Skill (2) Nature Life Absorption (Supreme Barrier Magic) - If an enemy attacks or makes contact, their physical strength and skill will be debuffed by 50%, and magic damage will be debuffed by 50% on contact. Time limit: 3 minutes.

Special Skill (3) Genesis Arrival (Cosmic Summoning) - Can create a life form with a soul based on the user's imagination to manifest itself.

Mana Cost 100 to 1,000,000,000,000

Cooldown 1 minute to 1 week

Summoning Storage 30,000

Locked Magic (5) Scarlet (150 Lock), Nature (150 Lock), Wisdom (150 Lock), Death/Undeath (150 Lock), Thunder/Strength (150 Lock)

title\=(supreme summoner, divine support)

He looked back at the other four gods, who were trembling.

"...I think we die now. We just created the end of the cosmos himself."

Meleona stared at Charlie. "Charlie, what world did you send that little light to?"

Charlie gave Meleona the tablet, and she shrieked in shock. "Charlie, what the hell are you doing? You sent this poor soul into a chaotic massacre apocalypse world?!"

"Wait, what! Let me see!" said Charlie to Meleona, and he surprisingly almost passed out from another moment of shock at what he was looking at. "Calm down, just calm down," Charlie repeated to himself.

Meleona simply said, "Poor soul..."

Suddenly, Charlie gave a devilish smile, his eyes filled with greedy motivation. He looked at Meleona, his spirit lifted. "Don't you worry, Meleona! That light is not a normal hero! He is the best hero alive with the most broken skills! He has the blessings of all five gods!"

The Neon Apocalypse Domain

The new world you've been reincarnated into is called the Neon Apocalypse Domain. It's a place of constant, uncontrolled chaos, where even heroes and Demon Lords struggle to manage the relentless danger.

This world is approximately seven times the size of Earth and is plagued by an unprecedented number of dungeon breaks.

The current survival rates for the major populations living there are terrifyingly low due to the sheer difficulty of the dungeons:

Humans: 60\% survival rate

Demons: 40\% survival rate

Elves: 50\% survival rate

Dwarves: 37\% survival rate

The total number of dungeons in this world, broken down by rank, speaks to the scale of the apocalypse:

Dungeon Rank Number of Dungeons

Superior SSS+ Rank 10,000,000

Nightmare SSS+ Rank 10,000,000,000

Rare SSS+ Rank 10,000,000,000

SSS+ Rank 1,000,000,000,000

SSS Rank 1,000,000,000,000

SS Rank 10,000,000,000,000

S Rank 100,000,000,000,000

A Rank 100,000,000,000,000,000

B Rank 100,000,000,000,000,000

C Rank 10,000,000,000,000,000

D Rank 300,000

F Rank 400,000

G Rank 600,000

This world is so full of dungeon monsters that only

heroes and demons working together can survive.

Good luck, kid! You're going to need it.

​The metallic GONG that had ripped my soul from the bickering gods' chaotic cosmic office was instantly replaced by a soothing calm and the soft whisper of silks. The air was thick with the cloying, expensive scent of high-end jasmine perfume.

​I blinked, my eyes struggling to adjust. I had braced myself for the scorched earth and neon decay of the Neon Apocalypse Domain. Instead, I found myself in a sanctuary. It was a bedroom—no, a palatial suite—the size of my entire former apartment block. Sunlight, filtered through sheer lace curtains, poured onto a giant, four-poster bed draped in crimson velvet. The furniture looked like it had been carved by ancient Elven artisans who charged by the minute. Everything screamed 'Noble Protagonist Starting Zone.'

​I was lying in the middle of this opulence, wrapped in a blanket that felt suspiciously like spun moonlight. I looked down at my hands. They were tiny. Pathetically, adorably, uselessly tiny.

​"Oh, boy. What a pain," I groaned, the words coming out as a perfectly formed, yet utterly useless, three-year-old's squeak.

​A fresh wave of paranoia, courtesy of the five chaotic deities, immediately hit me. I scrambled upright, checking my body with frantic haste. I patted my scalp. No elephant trunk. I jumped on the bed, looking left and right for leathery, vestigial tentacles. I rubbed my arms, fearing my skin would suddenly harden into bark. Thank the cosmos, no sign of a Supreme Dryad accident. I opened and closed my tiny hands repeatedly, checking for any subtle signs of temporal displacement or permanent delusion—the unfortunate fate of Griffinrome's last chosen hero.

​"Oh, gods, thank you for this," I whispered to myself, relieved to still be a standard-issue human child. "I still have all my parts, and I'm not screaming 'What the hell?' at imaginary coworkers. I survived the celestial idiot meeting."

​The sheer trauma of nearly dying twice—once by a gas bill and once by five panicking deities accidentally dumping 50\% of their combined power into my soul—flashed through my mind. It was a stupid, chaotic situation, and I was the cosmic guinea pig.

​A notification board instantly popped up in front of me, stark white against the crimson velvet backdrop.

​STATUS: LOCKED

​Reason: Official Church Blessing Ritual Required to Initialize System Interface.

​"Seriously?" I muttered. "A status screen that can display Triple Infinity Mana is being gated by church bureaucracy? I hope my stats are completely normal until I get that blessing. Just for once, I want to be a baseline human kid." (Spoiler: I knew, deep down, they weren't.)

​The Harem That Wasn't (Yet)

​Before I could fully process the system lock, I was instantly surrounded. Three women, maids in pristine, color-coded uniforms, materialized as if they'd been waiting for this exact moment. They were impossibly beautiful, looking like they'd stepped directly out of a highly-detailed character design sheet from a prestigious light novel.

​My inner otaku, now apparently cross-wired with divine insight, immediately analyzed their threat level and archetype:

Maid Archetype Name Rank/Skill Analysis My Internal Monologue

The Bubbly Assassin Mera (Silver-Haired) Super Assassin (S-Rank). Perpetual sunny disposition hides a thousand ways to kill. The Tsundere Killer. Don't trust the smile.

The Ice Queen Paladin Layla (Black-Haired) Veteran Tank/Paladin (A-Rank). Stoic and emotionally reserved, but physically formidable. The Unflappable Wall. Probably has a tragic backstory and will protect me.

The Angelic Threat Vencrisha (Yellow-Haired) Master of Martial Arts (B+ Rank). Scary-beautiful. Her smile is an existential threat. The Yandere Starter Pack. I'm afraid of her.

The first to react was the Silver-Haired Maid, Mera. She had eyes the color of pale amethyst and a perpetually sunny, bubbly disposition.

​"The Master is awake!" she chirped, her voice a delightful cascade of tiny, expensive bells. Before I could process the sudden intimacy, she swooped, pulling my tiny, three-year-old body into a crushing, suffocating cuddle.

​"No!" I shouted in my mind, the thought vibrating with the full weight of my old life's obsession and training. "I am not a baby! Stop! I am a martial arts addict, not a plush toy! My body is a temple of Tang Soo Do and Shotokan, not a squishy stress ball!"

​The physical resistance was hilariously weak. My push was less a rejection and more a kitten kneading dough. My 70,000 speed was useless in a cuddle fight.

​She pulled back, pouting with dramatic, high-anime perfection. "You're so mean, Master. You were so cuddly when you were sleeping!"

​I mentally sighed, defeated. Oh, yeah. I'm a three-year-old. I forgot. My physical Attack & Strength of 70 is no match for S-Rank Cuddle Magic.

​Next, the Black-Haired Maid, Layla, stepped forward. She was the epitome of stoicism: pitch-black hair, deep, unemotional obsidian eyes, and an expression that suggested she was constantly calculating the most efficient path to doom. Her beauty was unnerving, like a perfectly preserved, high-defense statue.

Wow, I thought. This girl is gorgeous and stoic. She's the ice queen archetype. I can already hear the dramatic, orchestral soundtrack starting to swell in the background. I stood there,

momentarily paralyzed by the sheer cliché of the situation, feeling like the world—and my massive, complicated fate—didn't matter as long as these three stunning women were here to wait on me.

​Finally, my eyes landed on the Yellow-Haired Maid, Vencrisha. Oh, boy. This one is different. She had an angelic, beautiful smile, but the look in her eyes felt like a cold, existential threat. It was the kind of smile you'd see on a horror movie antagonist right before they revealed their collection of antique torture devices. Beautiful, yes. Absolutely terrifying, also yes.

​"Y-you… do you remember anything, Young Master?" the silver-haired maid, Mera, asked, her bubbly facade cracking with genuine concern.

​"Do you know your name, Young Master?" the stoic black-haired maid, Layla, followed up, her voice a calm, smooth blade of anxiety.

​"And do you know your noble status?" the scary yellow-haired maid, Vencrisha, finished, her angelic smile somehow growing wider and more menacing. I was cute, I knew it, but I felt like a suspect in an interrogation room in an anime, being offered katsudon before the final confession.

​"Sorry, girls," I squeaked, tears of manufactured baby despair welling up. "I… I don't remember anything! Total Amnesia!"

​The Cliché Origin Story

​The maids instantly dissolved into a whirlwind of panic and dramatic exposition.

​"Then we must reintroduce ourselves, Young Master!" the silver-haired maid, Mera, declared, grabbing my tiny hand. "My name is Mera! I am your personal attendant!"

​"My name is Layla," the stoic black-haired maid stated, her hand resting over her heart in a gesture of reserved duty. "Your bodyguard and tactical advisor."

​"And my name is Vencrisha," the scary yellow-haired maid finished, her smile somehow less threatening, but only by a hair's breadth. "I handle discipline and education."

​Why do I feel like I'm watching the roll call from a low-budget, high-concept superhero show?

​Mera leaned in, her eyes shining with proprietary pride. "And your name is Rafehleon Velfist! Everyone calls you Leon! You are the noble heir of the great Velfist Family, one of the founding pillars of the Thunder Nation!"

​Layla picked up the pace, her voice utterly serious. "Your mother's name is Morgan Artina Velfist. A person of immense compassion."

​Vencrisha, the final boss, delivered the last piece of information with perfect, beautiful dread. "And your father's name is Zealous Carmeleo Velfist. Remember it, or I will make you write it 1,000 times using a self-inking pen that only works when you're asleep."

​"Okay, I remember it! I'll remember it until I die—again!" I blurted out, sealing my fate.

​The eart warming parents

​The door burst open, and a gentle presence swept into the room, cutting through the maid's frantic energy like a cool breeze.

​My mother, Morgan, was a breathtaking vision of tranquil beauty. Her hair was a cascading forest green, and her eyes sparkled with sea-salt compassion. Just being in her presence made the room feel 10 degrees warmer and 100\% safer.

​"Hello, my son," she said, her voice a soft melody. "You were in a coma for one month, little one. Welcome back."

​She hugged me, a strong, warm embrace that made me instantly tear up. It was the deepest, most comforting maternal love I had felt in what felt like two lifetimes. So this is what it feels like. It's too good.

​CRASH!

​My father, Zealous, didn't merely enter the room; he crashed into it. He was a handsome man with blazing scarlet-red hair, looking like a character ripped from a high-fantasy oil painting, but with the grace of a drunken moose. He tripped over the rug and sent a potted plant—likely an ancient, priceless one—careening into a nearby vase. Both shattered.

​"Honey!" my mother gasped, moving with practiced speed to assess the collateral damage. "Be careful! Do you remember last time? You got a nosebleed that lasted three days just from stubbing your toe!"

​"Yeah, but I heard our son is awake!" my father replied, completely unhurt, already dusting off his handsome but ruined crimson robes.

​My mom giggled, shaking her head. "Yes, here is our son, the gold we would never replace."

​My dad, seeing me, swelled with pride, his scarlet hair seeming to flare. "Wow, my son, you look great! I hope the girls don't chase you as much as they chased me in my youth at the Knight Academy. That was a terrifying nightmare! I had to hide in the stables for a week!"

​I looked at him with a perfect, confused baby face. What in the world is he talking about? Another academy cliché? And why is he scared of girls? Was he the ultimate beta hero?

​"Oh, I almost forgot!" my father said, recovering instantly from his near-death experience with the rug.

​He brought in a little girl with cute green hair and a quiet, doll-like face. She was the definition of an adorable magical girl character, but with an odd, knowing look in her deep green eyes.

​"Leon, meet your twin sister, Lucy Velfist!"

​Lucy slowly, quietly, came over to me. She moved with a strange, stoic intensity, then suddenly lunged with surprising speed, wrapping me in a fierce, clingy hug that felt disproportionately strong for a three-year-old.

​"Brother," she whispered, and the room seemed to lighten with our combined, albeit currently latent, divine presence. It felt like two massive, unknown power sources had just briefly connected.

​The Revelation

​Seven years passed in what felt like a commercial break.

​I was now 10 years old. I had absorbed all the necessary knowledge of this chaotic world: the system of dungeon breaks, the terrifying scale of the SSS+ ranked dungeons, and the fact that 1,000 years ago, the only reason the world didn't end was because Seven Demon Lords and Twelve Heroes had joined forces to lock away 20\% of the most dangerous, active dungeons. This was a classic high-fantasy setup—the fragile peace maintained by a hidden seal.

​Today was my 10^{th} birthday, and the house was full of my parents' friends—the true high-level power brokers of the realm.

​The first was King Lexus Carmela, the burly, giant man who ruled the Thunder Nation and looked like a walking mountain of muscle and golden armor.

​The second was Miss Talia Aphrodite, the guild master and a renowned Death Mage, whose presence felt like a gentle, cool shadow, surprisingly calm for her terrifying title.

​The third was Gerylan Silkream, the scholarly gentleman whose robes bore shifting celestial maps (a familiar, cringey detail that immediately made me think of the overconfident, data-obsessed god, Griffinrome).

​The mood was festive, but King Lexus, who was surprisingly emotional, ruined the party with a dramatic outburst.

​"A beautiful and tragic love story, truly!" he roared, wiping his eyes with a massive cuff that could have been a shield. "They were the first Demon Lord and Hero to ever fall in love!"

​The room fell silent. I knew it. I sat there, paralyzed, sipping my expensive, lukewarm tea. My father, the clumsy goofball who feared women and tripped on rugs, was a Demon Lord. My mother, the gentle Hero who made the room feel warm, was a former Sword Sage. And I was their son, the otaku with the Triple Infinity Mana. The irony was so thick I could choke on it.

​My sister, Lucy, reacted first. She didn't cry. She stood up, walked to the sobbing King, and wrapped her tiny arms around his bulky, diamond-plated leg.

​"Uncle Lexus," she said, her voice small but perfectly firm. "Do not be sad. I am here to comfort you."

​The giant King of the Thunder Nation immediately buried his face in her green hair and wailed like a heartbroken child.

​"Honey," my Demon Lord father whispered to my Hero mother, his face a mixture of pride and confusion. "I think our daughter is too cool for this world. She's too stable for our family."

​"You got that right, my husband," my mother giggled, completely unbothered by the fact that her husband was a demon lord vessel and her best friend was a crying mountain.

​The Scholar's Revelation

​It was Gerylan Silkream, the scholar, who finally cut through the emotional farce with cold, hard logic.

​"Apologies for interrupting the emotional cleansing," he said calmly, adjusting his glasses. "But I have made an observation. This world's magic is functioning on three key concepts: Emotional, Unstable Knowledge, and Divine Blessing."

​Talia, the Death Mage, narrowed her eyes, a dark shimmer surrounding her. "How do you know this, Gerylan? This is classified research."

​Gerylan continued, oblivious to the Death Mage's subtle threat. "I suspect that if an individual has knowledge from another world or a strong imagination, they can control this mechanical magic system. Better eyesight is required to learn more about this phenomenon, but the data is clear."

​My 10-year-old heart pounded like a drum. Knowledge from another world. He was talking about the genesis of my parents' powers, which were born from extreme emotional trauma. He was talking about the cheat code of the Isekai genre. He was talking about me. He had figured out the fundamental mechanics of my entire new life.

​He then delivered the punchline that sent a chill down my spine. "The 20\% of Sealed Dungeons are about to break. The seals are failing."

​The Parents' Backstories: A Tale of Two Clichés

​King Lexus, the unstoppable Thunder King, finally pulled himself together, realizing the gravity of the situation. He decided the children needed to know the context of their ridiculous heritage, starting with my dad.

​Zealous Velfist: The Vessel of the Demon Lord Flame

​My father was originally a normal mage, the strongest in the Kingdom of Ezra, known as the Gentle Flame of Ezra.

​The King of Ezra sent him and 10,000 soldiers to investigate a dangerous Rare SSS+ Rank dungeon. The dungeon master was ready, crushing their forces with 50,000 monsters. An Oni Orc King appeared, wiping out the army until only Zealous survived.

​Zealous watched his final comrade die, his head crushed by an Orc's foot. Wrath and despair consumed him.

Status Note System Breakdown

Evolution Will Be Activated Flame emotional wrath is not stabilized.

Soul Consumption Active 10,000 souls enter Zealous's body, fueling the transformation.

Evolution Process Begin ...

Pre-Evolution (Normal Stage - Level 70) Value Post-Evolution (Vessel of the Demon Lord Flame - Level 70) Value

Title Gentle Flame Title Vessel of the Demon Lord Flame

HP/Defense 700 HP/Defense 7,000

Mana 3,000 Mana 30,000

Attack 200 Attack 2,000

Speed/Stamina 400 Speed/Stamina 4,000

Magic Power 7,200 Magic Power 72,000

Skills Fire Ball, Fire Wall, Fire Lance, Storm Flame Lance, Inferno Skills Crimson Fire Ball, Crimson Fire Wall, Crimson Fire Lance

Special Skill N/A Special Skill Burning Ocean, Auto Flame Dragon

Ultimate Skill N/A Ultimate Skill Wrath of the Vessel of the Flaming God (Boosts all stats and magic by 10\times)

In three days, the newly-minted Demon Lord Zealous wiped out the entire dungeon and returned alone, forever changed. A classic, tragic power-up from despair. Anime 101.

​Morgan Velfist: The Sword Sage Hero

​My mother, Morgan, was the 7^{th} generation instructor of the Moon Nature Sword style. She was a genius of the blade, easily defeating A-rank adventurers and eight Holy Knights without a single magic skill.

​Her father, my grandfather, lamented that she had no mana or magic power, apologizing that she didn't get the Blessing of the Goddess of Beauty and Nature (a familiar, tearful name that made me think of the weeping, perverted Meleona).

​Seven days later, a panicked Knight Captain rushed in. Morgan's students had entered an Evolution Dungeon. It was D-rank, but in one hour, it would evolve into S+ rank.

​Morgan, frantic, raced to the dungeon. She fought her way to the 18^{th} floor, where she found her eight students slain by a massive Elder Dragon radiating a death aura.

​Cradling her dying students, Morgan wept. "God, please, God! Give them a chance to live!" she begged, her heart shattering.

Status Note System Breakdown

True Awakening of Pure Heart Human The Hero has been Born.

Light Surrounds Morgan's Body Awakening of Hero is achieved—a reaction to selfless love and despair.

Pre-Awakening (Normal Stage - Level 70) Value Post-Awakening (The Beginning Hero - Level 70) Value

Title Sword Genius Title Sword Sage

HP/Defense 500 HP/Defense 5,000

Mana/Magic Power 200 / 150 Mana/Magic Power 7,000 / 7,000

Attack 780 Attack 78,000

Speed/Stamina 4,000 Speed/Stamina 70,000

Skills N/A Skills Sword Nature with Dash, Nature Windy Defense

Unique Skill N/A Unique Skill Holy Sword Nature Light Attack

Special Skill N/A Special Skill Valkyrie Nature Summoning Spirit

Ultimate Skill N/A Ultimate Skill Nature Fairy Spirit Avatar

Morgan slayed the Elder Dragon and returned, a Hero, with the bodies of her friends—the ultimate sacrifice for the ultimate power.

"They were the first Demon Lord and Hero to ever fall in love!" Lexus concluded, weeping again, the 10^{th} century love story still hitting him right in the feels.

The Academy of Destiny: The Final Cliché

The dramatic stories were a perfect blend of high-stakes tragedy and predictable anime tropes. My father was the tragic Demon Lord whose power was born from the loss of his comrades. My mother was the pure-hearted Hero whose immense power was a divine response to her overwhelming despair. And I, the culmination of their union, was 10 years old with a body that could break the sound barrier and a mana pool that contained three galaxies.

"The Sealed Dungeons are breaking!" King Lexus roared, cutting off his own crying fit with a jolt of royal urgency. "We need more powerful students! The new Magic Knight Academy is opening! Your twins must enroll! They need the official Church Blessing—which happens at age ten—to unlock their true skills!"

He pointed to his beautiful blonde daughter, Princess Jenny Carmela. "My daughter will also be enrolling this year! A new generation of heroes!"

Talia, the Death Mage, nodded, a faint purple glow surrounding her hands. "My niece, a promising Death Elemental Summoner, will also be entering the academy."

Gerylan, the Scholar, smiled at me. "My top apprentice, a prodigy in Runology, is joining. You will have all the help you can get, Leon. We're preparing for the worst."

My peaceful, simple life was officially over. It was time for the obligatory Academy Arc—the true moment of my Isekai destiny.

I glanced down at my Status Screen, which was still just a dim, flickering display because the world's system required that Church Blessing ritual to formally recognize my existence and, more terrifyingly, my cheat stats.

I am a Demon Lord and a Hero's son. I have the blessing of five clown deities. And I'm about to enter the most cliché institution in all of fantasy. I'm going to need a strategy.

Chapter 3: The Blessing Becoming Worship

​The sudden, horrifying realization that the entire cosmic pantheon viewed me as their personal pin cushion had barely settled before I was swept along by the current of my new, overly dramatic life. The metallic GONG that ended my time in the void was a warning bell, but the soft, floral air of the Magic Knight Academy was a trap.

​I was now ten years old, named Rafehleon Velfist (or just Leon, thank the cosmos), and I was about to enter the most cliché location in all of high fantasy: the obligatory Academy Arc.

​My parents, Zealous and Morgan, were dressed in robes of ridiculous, regal expense—scarlet and forest-green, respectively. They looked like a pair of high-fantasy royalty attending a very important public relations event. My twin sister, Lucy, walked beside me. She was a picture of tiny, quiet intensity, her emerald-green hair a stark, organized contrast to the chaos brewing inside my soul.

​"Remember, son," my father, Zealous, whispered, leaning down. "The Church Blessing is a formality. Just stand still, look handsome, and try not to ignite anything. That's usually my job."

​The Demon Lord is telling me not to spontaneously combust, I thought, massaging my non-existent temples. This is my life now.

​We entered the Grand Hall of Blessing. It was a massive, hushed chamber constructed of white marble and gold filigree. In the center stood the Altar of Revelation, a colossal crystal structure designed to interface with a student's soul and determine their divine aptitude—and, most importantly, unlock their Status Screen. The room was packed with hundreds of nervous, excited ten-year-olds and a handful of solemn, black-robed priests.

​My heart pounded with the full, terrifying rhythm of my Triple Infinity Mana. If that altar tried to read my data, it wouldn't just crash; it would achieve thermal runaway and turn the entire academy into a glass sculpture.

​Lucy's Revelation: The Star Goddess

​The ritual began with the students of the highest noble standing. We were near the front.

​Lucy was called first. She approached the massive crystal altar with her usual unnerving calm. A priest, the Chief Seer, placed a silver gauntlet upon her shoulder.

​The moment the gauntlet made contact, the hall was bathed in a clear, serene, silver-blue light. It felt immense, powerful, but utterly controlled—like the gentle, cold vacuum of space.

​"Hear us, O Great Goddess!" the Chief Seer boomed. "We witness the Star Child, blessed by the Star Goddess of Destiny Swordmen, Verstania!"

​A Status Screen materialized above Lucy, shimmering in silver. The stats were impressive, clearly designed for a future master swordswoman, with high Attack and powerful Destiny-based skills. The students gasped in awe. Lucy simply nodded, satisfied, and returned to the side, already looking bored by her own destiny.

​"A proper, respectable blessing," I muttered under my breath, watching my sister. "A single, organized god. Why can't I have one of those?"

​My turn.

​Leon's Blessing: The Five Idiots

​"Next! Rafehleon Velfist!"

​I nervously stepped onto the marble pedestal. The cheers for Lucy died down, replaced by a tense silence. The Chief Seer approached me, the silver gauntlet seeming heavy in his hand.

​Just a baseline human kid, I told myself, clutching my tiny hands. No tentacles, no eight-foot octopus speeches, no elephant trunk. Just be normal.

​The moment the Chief Seer's gauntlet touched my shoulder, the system didn't just overload; it seemed to scream.

​CRACK!

​The massive, ancient Altar of Revelation crystal cracked with an echoing, sickening sound. The marble beneath my feet trembled. Dust rained down from the ceiling like a holy shower.

​Then, the light came. Not one light, but five simultaneous, overwhelming bursts of energy that annihilated all other visible colors:

​Scarlet Red: Blazing, chaotic, like a star going nova (Charlie, the God of Chaos).

​Soothing Green: Washing over the scarlet, trying desperately to stabilize the surge (Meleona, the Goddess of Nature).

​Electric Blue: Flashing and aggressive, a storm of kinetic power (Silveron, the God of Thunder).

​Shadowy Purple: A deep, cold, and absolute void of death magic (Anubisian, the God of Death).

​Brilliant Gold: Pulsing with complex, terrifying layers of raw knowledge (Griffinrome, the God of Wisdom).

​The Chief Seer staggered back, clutching the now-singed gauntlet, his jaw slack. The five divine energies spun around me like a miniature, chaotic cosmos.

​My internal monologue, however, was already cutting through the drama.

​"I am being blessed by the five gods of the cosmos... or as I call them, the Five Idiots," I thought, my tiny body shaking with the strain of channeling five primordial, clashing egos.

​Then, the Status Screen materialized above my head. It didn't hover; it seemed to be etched into the air with molten energy, glitching and sparking as the system tried to comprehend the data.

Category Value

Status LVL 1

HP/Defense 80/40 (Normal for LVL 1)

Attack & Strength 70 (Above Average)

Stamina & Speed 70,000 (Broken)

Mana Triple Infinity (Catastrophic)

Skill (1) Scarlet Star Union (Buff & Debuff Magic)

Unique Skill (2) Nature Life Absorption (Supreme Barrier Magic)

Special Skill (3) Genesis Arrival (Cosmic Summoning)

Locked Magic (5) Scarlet (150 Lock), Nature (150 Lock), Wisdom (150 Lock), Death/Undeath (150 Lock), Thunder/Strength (150 Lock)

Title (Supreme Summoner, Divine Support)

The entire hall fell into a silence so profound you could hear the cracks spreading across the marble floor.

​It wasn't horror that finally broke the silence; it was worship.

​"The Savior!" shrieked an elderly scholar, collapsing to his knees. "The Five Primordial Deities have blessed him! Not one, but five! He is the one meant to save us from the Neon Apocalypse!"

​The chaotic energies were instantly misinterpreted as the unity of the cosmos, and I, the shaken otaku, was officially the Savior of Humanity.

​The Twist: The Other Blessed

​The Chief Seer, recovering from his shock, managed to deliver the next piece of crucial, terrifying information. "This year... this year is the Era of Revelation! We have not one, but twenty-one blessed individuals!"

​The students were already reeling, but then twenty other students, who had received their single, organized blessings earlier, stepped into the light. Each one was bathed in the specific aura of their respective god. They were the supporting cast, the "normal" heroes.

​But all twenty were instantly eclipsed. They stared at me—the small, trembling boy wreathed in five swirling galaxies of power—with utter awe. They were blessed; I was a living, breathing cheat-code factory.

​The moment was interrupted by the sudden, intense presence of the three major prodigies who would become my rivals.

​Princess Jenny Carmela, the King's daughter, stepped forward. Her awe immediately transformed into intense, aggressive excitement. Her body was wreathed in the familiar, aggressive electric-blue lightning of Silveron's domain—a trembling thunder aura.

​"So this is the student Father spoke of!" she roared, her voice laced with static. "You, the one blessed by the Five Primordial Deities! I have a blast this year!" Her aura burst out, leaving small scorch marks on the floor, a pure declaration of dominance and challenge.

​Next, the Death Mage's niece, Mariana, moved with a soft, predatory grace. The air around her turned instantly cold as a shadowy purple death aura coiled around her, a frightening reflection of the God of Death.

​"Maybe I will finally have a friend among living human beings this year," Mariana stated, her voice soft but absolute. She wasn't just expressing a desire for friendship; her gaze was intensely, uncomfortably possessive.

​Finally, Christopher, the scholarly apprentice, adjusted his glasses. A profound, golden, shifting celestial light—the terrifying aura of the God of Wisdom, Griffinrome—shone around him.

​"If you are truly smarter than me, then maybe you can be my friend, Leon," Christopher said, offering a challenge of intellect. As he spoke, his wisdom aura shot out and imprinted itself onto the very structure of the school, momentarily mapping the arcane lines of the ancient building. It was a terrifying display of raw intellectual processing power.

​I was shaking. These were the supporting characters, and they were already terrifyingly powerful and fully committed to their destiny.

​The Celebrity Parents

​Before I could process the combined existential threat of three high-tier rivals, the room was plunged into the final stage of chaos: Fan Frenzy.

​My parents and their legendary friends—the Five Legendary Counselors—stepped forward to supposedly "protect" us, but all they did was ignite a massive, collective student hysteria. They weren't powerful leaders to these students; they were celebrities.

​The hall erupted as hundreds of students abandoned all pretense of dignity and rushed the counselors:

​The entire Fire Magic and Destruction class converged on my father, Zealous. "The Fire Magic of Destruction, the Demon Lord Zealous! Teach us your Inferno, sir!"

​The SS+ Swordsmen and women went into a full, screaming panic around my mother, Morgan. "The Sword Sage of the Legendary Hero, Morgan! Ahhhhhh! Can you sign my blade, ma'am?"

​The Martial Arts Institute class treated King Lexus Carmela like the Ultimate Fighter he was, shouting about his grandmaster status.

​The Witch and Alchemist class nearly fainted from joy and honor, rushing the Death Mage, Talia.

​The Scholar and Professor Magic class ran at Gerylan, shouting, "What a wisdom of God! Is looking at her self make her have that much wisdom?"

​I stood there, dumbfounded, watching the literal Demon Lord and Sword Sage of prophecy sign autographs for hyperventilating teenagers.

​My sister, Lucy, remained perfectly stoic through the hysteria, but she began to slowly clap her hands, her rhythmic, quiet applause the only sound of order in the room. Mariana, the Death Mage's niece, found this deeply amusing and joined Lucy, silently clapping her hands as well. Christopher, the Scholar's apprentice, simply sighed. "My master is the ultimate professor," he mumbled.

​I felt the last threads of my peaceful otaku life vaporize.

​"Ohhhh my god," I muttered, my legs shaking as I looked at the five cosmic clowns who started all this. "What the hell did those Five Idiots bring me this time?"

​My peaceful, simple life was officially over. I had the ultimate cheat, and I was terrified of using it.

​My first thought, overriding the panic, was purely survival-focused.

​The First Practical Goal

​I needed to find a quiet place—far, far away from the five screaming idols, the three overzealous rivals, and the 20 newly-blessed side characters—and figure out the one thing that could actually save me from this mess.

​I need a disguise.

​My powers were catastrophic, my identity was public, and my social life was about to be a nightmare of divine expectation. I needed to become a non-factor.

​My ultimate, most practical goal in the next five minutes was simple: Find the highest-security, most soundproof location in this academy and use my Genesis Arrival (Cosmic Summoning) skill to conjure a perfectly normal, entirely disposable, but very high-tier, decoy hero.

​My journey as the overpowered, reluctant Savior of Humanity would begin with hiding.