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Velsun, standing just behind Veldora, activated his Solar Barrier, shielding himself and his younger brother. He whispered in his mind:
"Mimir, what are my chances against my elder brother if we ever fought seriously?"
Mimir, in a rare sober tone, replied, "If he goes all out with Creation, lad, it's game over—10 out of 10 you lose. Without full power, you might win 4 out of 10 times if everything goes right. You've got the stamina, the magicule pool, and Mimir—me—but against the literal being who shaped the laws of reality?"
"…Noted."
(Author's note: The conversation occurred in microseconds. Thank you, Mimir (Thought Acceleration.)
Veldanava now stood in front of his throne, arms crossed.
"Red primordial. Why have you truly come?"
Guy gave a courteous bow—mocking, yet oddly respectful. "I go by Guy now, Creator God-sama. I came to challenge the strongest. And well..." he pointed at Veldanava, "here you are."
Veldanava's smile was calm. "You want to fight me?"
Velsun whispered to himself, "Oh, the canon event… where Guy gets bitchslapped into becoming the world's glorified babysitter."
Guy nodded.
"Very well." Veldanava stepped forward. "Everyone, back away. I don't want anyone getting vaporized accidentally."
Everyone cleared the center of the throne room. Rain and Misery blinked, even they feeling nervous. Veldora practically had stars in his eyes. "Aniki, this is going to be so COOL!!"
Velsun didn't respond. His solar barrier brightened, his eyes sharp. "Yeah… it's cool alright…"
Guy took a step forward, eyes sharp. His aura exploded out—
His Unique Skill: Pride activated—perfect control over himself.
His Devil Lord form fully manifested, his true daemon nature gleaming crimson and black.
His magicules boiled, and the atmosphere distorted around him.
Ultimate Skill: Lucifer—fully activated.
He prepared himself to fight seriously for the first time in centuries.
He raised both arms, a dense magic orb forming in one hand and a dimensional blade in the other.
He was ready to fight God.
But before he could even blink—
Veldanava moved.
No chant. No gesture. Just... presence.
And in that single instant, reality trembled.
A glimmer of golden essence sparked in Veldanava's eyes. The air shattered like glass, and Guy's entire field of vision went white.
BOOM.
Guy was launched backward—not flying—folded into the floor like someone had just deleted the laws of motion around him.
He coughed saliva instantly, magicules leaking from his body.
The red-haired Primordial gasped, his entire right side burnt, like his very existence had been slapped by creation itself.
Everyone was silent. Even the angels. Even Rain and Misery stared, speechless.
Guy tried to move… But his limbs didn't respond.
Veldanava stood exactly where he had before. Calm. Still. No magic in the air.
Only divine authority.
After Guy had been flattened into the divine carpet and accepted his place in the food chain, Veldanava turned to Velsun with a serene smile.
"Now that that's taken care of…" He said, as if he hadn't just one-shot the strongest daemon in existence, "Velsun, I've called you here today to offer you a role in the grand balance of the world."
"A role?" Velsun raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. The role of the world's mediator—someone who keeps the peace between all factions: humans, monsters, angels, and daemons. A stabilizing force so they don't end up annihilating each other."
"Bruh." Velsun's inner monologue deadpanned harder than a stone statue. "Wasn't that the role meant for Guy?"
But on the outside, he kept the expression of regal grace, nodding ever so humbly.
"Aniki… it's a great honour that you'd consider me worthy of such an important role…" "But," he added with a perfect tone of humility, "I'm not sure I am the most qualified for it."
Veldanava blinked. "Why not?"
"Yeah, because I can't say: 'This is a glorified babysitting job with a cool name.'"
Inside Velsun's mind, Mimir clicked his tongue.
"Lad, you need to pin this on Guy without looking like a slippery coward, yeah?"
"You want a clean pass-off? Go with this:" "Say that Guy has shown remarkable initiative in stepping beyond his primordial instincts. That he came to challenge the strongest, which shows both pride and responsibility—key qualities for a world mediator."
Velsun smiled faintly and nodded.
"If I may, Aniki… I believe someone else might be a better fit."
"Oh?" Veldanava asked curiously.
"Guy." Velsun turned to the dazed daemon still half-pasted to the floor. "He came here of his own will. He challenged you not for chaos, but to seek meaning, balance… and understanding of true strength. Doesn't that speak of someone who can handle the world's complexity?"
"He has that aura of authority, terrifying power, and now, after this…" he gestured subtly at the crater, "…a very clear understanding of humility."
"Gaslighting at its peak, lad. Gaslighting final boss."
Guy, still recovering, blinked. "…Wait, what?"
Veldanava chuckled. "Hmm… well said, Velsun. Very well said." He turned to Guy. "Congratulations. You are now the world's mediator."
In Velsun's mind: "Mimir, that was genius."
"Thank you, lad. Sometimes the best victories are the ones where you don't get the job."
Veldanava gently placed his hand on Guy's shoulder, golden light flowing into the bruised and battered primordial like a river of mercy.
"Guy," he said with a warm smile, "this role is important. I'm entrusting it to you not just because of your strength… but because Velsun believes in you."
Guy blinked.
For someone who prided himself on being above sentiment, he actually looked… moved.
"…Alright," he said, nodding solemnly. "I'll live up to the expectations."
Veldanava smiled. "That's all I ask."
Behind them, Velsun internally collapsed with a massive sigh of relief.
"Phew. What a relief. Dodged the glorified babysitter bullet like a pro."
But just as Velsun thought he was finally in the clear, Guy turned around, eyes sharp and full of mischief.
"Velsun."
"…Yeah?" he responded with cautious optimism.
"We haven't met before," Guy said thoughtfully, "but I've heard about you. From a certain daemon." (Karlos' smug face flashed in Velsun's memory.)
"You've got a kingdom, a primordial angel as a friend, an awakened daemon emperor as a butler, a true hero as your general, and apparently a dragon brother, too." Guy grinned, his eyes glowing faintly. "You're wise, powerful… and charming enough to keep those monsters loyal to you."
Velsun tilted his head, unsure where this was going. "...Thanks?"
"So," Guy declared, pointing dramatically, "I, Guy Crimson, hereby declare you—Velsun—the eternal rival of the Great Me!"
"HUH?" Velsun's brain short-circuited.
"What kind of logic is that?! First a compliment, now a lifelong rivalry?! We didn't even fight!"
Out loud, he managed to keep a straight face and threw up a thumbs-up.
"…Umm, sure."
Veldora was giggling in the background.
Mimir chuckled inside Velsun's mind.
"Congratulations, lad. You've unlocked the 'rival' flag without swinging a single punch."
"I… don't even know if that's good or bad anymore."
As Velsun adjusted his cloak and gave a polite nod to Veldanava, he turned toward the exit.
"Alright, if that's all, I'll be taking my leave. Come on, Veldora."
"Huh? But aniki, I didn't even get to see the place prope—"
Velsun didn't let him finish. He casually reached out, grabbed Veldora by the ear, and dragged the whining dragon along like a stubborn child.
"Wait, Velsun! How about a quick duel before you leave? Just a spar! It won't take long!" Guy called out eagerly from behind, stepping forward.
Velsun didn't turn around—he just increased his pace.
"Nope. Not today. Definitely not today," he muttered to himself.
Guy casually picked up the speed to match him.
Velsun picked up his pace even more.
"Hey, don't be like that! Come on! Just one punch?"
"Absolutely not!" Velsun snapped over his shoulder, now almost sprinting with Veldora half-limping behind him from being dragged.
And with a sharp flash of teleportation magic—they vanished.
Leaving behind Guy, standing there with a blank face.
"…Was it something I said?"
Behind him, Veldanava let out a small chuckle while the rest of the angels and attendants slowly relaxed.
Veldanava, still standing tall with his hands behind his back, gave a small, knowing smile. "Very well, Guy. Go on. Try not to destroy anything on the way out."
Guy gave a short, casual bow, his signature smug smile returning. "Of course, God-sama. You know I'm very well-behaved… when I want to be."
He turned, flicked his crimson cloak over his shoulder, and with a graceful gesture, signaled to the two unconscious primordials, Rain and Misery, now awake but still recovering.
"Come on, my lovely maids. We're leaving." Rain rolled her eyes as she stood up, dusting herself off. "Tch. Don't call me that."
"He's impossible as always," muttered Misery, groaning as she adjusted her stance.
Guy just chuckled smugly as the three of them slowly walked toward the exit of the throne room. A teleportation circle began to glow faintly beneath their feet.
Right before vanishing, Guy turned his head slightly toward Veldanava and gave one last comment—
"Oh, and do tell Velsun… I'll be dropping by again sometime soon. Rivals can't ignore each other for too long, after all." With a dramatic wink.
Flash. They were gone.
The room fell into silence for a moment.
Veldanava let out a long sigh, rubbing his forehead. "Well, at least one problem is dealt with."