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When catastrophe strikes, even a massive garbage planet cannot withstand an earth-shattering explosion.
In a single instant, a violent shockwave tore through the atmosphere, and the entire planet was blown apart into a million fragments. The explosion twisted the very fabric of space, and its aftershocks rippled through the void like an expanding storm.
Every asteroid, every drifting chunk of rock caught in the path of destruction, was reduced to dust.
But Bella was untouched.
While the cosmic inferno raged around her, she floated calmly in the vacuum, hidden safely inside the Mirror Dimension. From within that reflective world, she watched as a vast burst of crimson and golden fire spread across the blackness of space.
Her expression was calm but tense, a faint frown on her face.
When the violent turbulence finally faded, Bella stepped out of the mirror world. The black sword and armor she had conjured dissolved into shimmering motes of light. She looked across the empty void and whispered,
"Have they all escaped…?"
She could already guess the answer.
Thanos and his lieutenants had fled.
No matter how fierce the fight, beings of that level were nearly impossible to kill unless crushed by absolute power. On the surface, it had looked like Bella had fought effortlessly—but she knew the truth.
Their strengths had been equal. Her body and mind were near their limits.
If she had tried to win by endurance alone, the battle could have lasted for hours—or even days. The only reason she'd gained the upper hand was because she had used her own magic to create a portal trap, catching Thanos completely off guard.
Now, however, her magic reserves were almost empty.
Both of the supernova-level spells she had cast had drained her power dry—especially the second one, which had unleashed every remaining drop of energy she had in an attempt to annihilate Thanos.
And yet, he survived.
Bella's fingers clenched in quiet frustration. "Even that wasn't enough."
In the final instant of the explosion, she had sensed the spatial distortion that Thanos had summoned to teleport away. He'd escaped—again.
For a brief moment, regret clouded her eyes. But before she could exhale, her expression suddenly shifted. A powerful energy surged toward her—vast, ancient, and terrifying.
Without hesitation, she slipped back into the Mirror Dimension.
Boom!
Magic erupted from her body like a tidal wave.
Bella's form trembled as limitless golden energy poured through her veins, wild and uncontrollable. It was as though the will of an ancient god had awakened within her flesh. The sea of magic expanded endlessly, transforming the mirror world into a glowing ocean of gold.
Her body floated at its center, bathed in radiance. Golden sigils—ancient, intricate runes of divine geometry—spread across her skin, spiraling like living constellations.
Every cell, every bone, every drop of blood underwent rapid evolution.
Her physical form was being reforged, strengthened far beyond human or even demigod limits.
Her consciousness drifted into a realm of pure thought, beyond mortal perception.
When she opened her inner eyes, the universe itself appeared transparent before her—every law of matter and energy visible like threads in an endless tapestry.
Her clothing dissolved, melting into the golden sea around her. Her hair ribbon came undone, strands of silver-white hair floating freely in the divine current. With her eyes closed, face serene, she looked like a sleeping goddess sculpted from light.
And when she would awaken, the universe itself would tremble.
Far away, in Asgard, thunder rolled across the skies.
The warriors who had been watching the distant battle through the observatory stood in stunned silence. The explosion had vanished, the battlefield now unreachable.
They could no longer track Bella's energy signature.
Their observation was over.
For the war-hungry sons of Asgard, it was a tragedy. None of them had ever witnessed such a duel between cosmic beings before, and to lose sight of it at its climax was pure torment.
"Ohhhh—by the Nine Realms!" one of the warriors howled.
"It ended already? That was the greatest battle I've ever seen!"
"I'll be haunted by this for the rest of my life," another groaned. "Odin, I swear I'll have nightmares tonight!"
"Hah! Nightmares? I'll need to drink for three days straight just to calm down!" shouted Volstagg, clutching his tankard.
Sif crossed her arms, visibly frustrated. "A battle like that and we didn't even see who won… this is torture."
Thor's nostrils flared, hot steam escaping like a bull ready to charge. His fists clenched with excitement and envy.
Meanwhile, Loki leaned casually against a pillar, smirking. "As long as Bella wins, I couldn't care less about the fireworks. When she returns, I'll buy her the grandest feast in all of Asgard. She's earned it."
But Odin, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly looked up. His single eye glimmered with awe—and disbelief.
He whispered, "Is this… an ascension?"
The old god's tone was soft, yet every warrior around him heard it clearly.
Thor frowned. "Father, what are you saying?"
Odin exhaled deeply, the corners of his mouth twitching as if torn between pride and shock. "That girl… she may have just been promoted to the rank of Heavenly Father."
The words struck like a hammer of thunder.
Thor, Loki, Sif, and the three warriors of Asgard all froze, staring at him in disbelief.
"Heavenly Father?!" Loki blurted, his normally smooth voice cracking. "That's impossible! She's barely past her first century!"
None of them could comprehend it. Odin himself had taken millennia to achieve that rank, and yet Bella—an outsider, a mortal once bound by human flesh—had ascended to the same level in a fraction of that time.
It was as though a new divine era had just begun.
At the same time, within the Sanctum Sanctorum on Earth, the scent of sandalwood filled the air. The Ancient One, robed in white, sat cross-legged at a low table. Across from her sat a middle-aged magician in a gray robe, his face lined with exhaustion yet focused in his training.
He carefully traced glowing sigils in the air, building a fragile magic circle that flickered with instability.
The Ancient One watched him patiently—until suddenly, she froze.
Her golden eyes drifted upward, staring straight through the ceiling, as though seeing the farthest edge of the universe itself.
A gentle smile touched her lips. "Ah… she did it. I knew she could, but still—it's astonishing. She's almost rewritten destiny itself."
Even for the Ancient One, who could perceive countless timelines across the multiverse, the event was extraordinary. She could sense Bella's awakening, the surge of divinity that now radiated from her being.
Bella had not merely won a battle—she had transcended.
A mortal had become a new cosmic god.
The magician across from her blinked in confusion. "Master? Is something wrong?" His unstable magic circle collapsed into sparks.
"It's nothing," she said softly. "Just… a moment of awe."
"Awe?" he repeated.
The Ancient One nodded, her voice carrying a quiet reverence. "A new god has been born—a new future for the universe."
The man tilted his head. "A god? You mean… a title like yours?"
The Ancient One smiled faintly, her tone filled with amusement. "You'll understand soon enough, Doctor. You'll meet her yourself one day."
Her eyes closed again as she whispered to the wind,
"Welcome to the heavens, Bella—the New Heavenly Father."
From the shattered remains of the garbage planet to the golden waves of the mirror sea, the energy of creation itself trembled in celebration.
Bella floated silently at the center of it all, her hair flowing like a river of light. The divine circuits on her body pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, each beat echoing like thunder across dimensions.
She had crossed the boundary between sorcerer and god.
The goddess who once hid in shadows had now become the light that illuminated worlds.
And somewhere in the endless dark of space, the faint echo of Thanos's laughter faded completely—replaced by the soft hum of a universe witnessing the birth of a new supreme being.
Thus ended the war… and began the reign of the New Heavenly Father.