A little glitch, my ass. This is a once-in-history meltdown, a black sun swallowing the sky.

Alpha was pinned to a mountainside by a greatsword and a long spear, eyes dull as cooled ash.

He’d gone all out and still failed; they were pristine. This wasn’t battle; it was slaughter, a lamb bound on a butcher’s block.

Damn it. My eyelids are heavy, like wet curtains; sleep tugs me down like undertow. When was the last time I craved sleep?

—Time rolls back to the start of the battle—

Remi planted one foot, wheeled behind Alpha like a gust skirting a cliff, and hammered his spine, smashing him into the wall like falling stone.

Cough—thick blood splashed out like dark wine; Alpha stared at Remi, stunned, eyes glassy as ice.

Looks like the experiment’s an unprecedented success: those gods’ power condensed in her, combat skill baked into muscle memory like script carved into bone. If control holds, perfect.

While Alpha’s thoughts tangled like vines, Remi stomped; cracks raced across the floor to his feet, then erupted, blasting him skyward like a geyser.

In midair, Alpha flung spells to scramble her attack; Remi raised a hand, and a clear ward drank them like water swallowing ink.

Alpha stared at the shield, shock pricking him like needles in winter cloth.

This… this shatters four centuries of dormancy, a tomb split open. How’s she using an innate skill? Something’s wrong—terribly wrong. I only transferred mana and strength; why did her talent cross over?

Remi lifted her arm; a black spear coalesced like night curdled, then shot out with a thunderous whoosh.

Alpha twisted aside, pain gnawing his ribs like wolves; the graze on his cheek burned on, a coal that refused to die.

Dammit. Even the Anti‑Magic Spear got absorbed. That’s not normal—this shouldn’t happen, not in any world.

You’re just a berserk test subject; don’t get cocky. Grand Law: Timeline—Pause! His voice fell like a judge’s gavel.

The world froze, silence frosting the air; even the falling glass hung midair, a star trapped in ice.

Alpha braced his ruined frame and channeled mana; muscles writhed like snakes, then settled, flesh knitting smooth as silk.

Limbs steady, he stepped to Remi, gaze cold and fixed, a knife laid upon her form like moonlight on steel.

Hmph. An unconscious object, and you dared puff yourself up? I’m No.114514 among a million gods—near the hundred‑thousand tier, a mountain on the horizon.

Why think you could beat me just by absorbing those gods’ power, magic, and knowledge? His pride rose like smoke.

He paused, a spark striking dry tinder. Power, magic, knowledge—she’s used strength and knowledge, and an inexplicable talent. But where’s the magic?

He spun. Flan, once asleep on the bed, now floated above, gaze cool as moonlight; she snapped her fingers like breaking twigs.

The frozen room latticed with cracks like shattering glass, and time began to flow like a river released.

As time resumed, Remi drove forward; her fist slammed Alpha, punching through even the solid wall like a ram through timber.

Seeing him sent flying, Flan drifted to Remi, cupped her face, eyes soft as spring water on moss.

It’s okay, Sister. It’s fine now; the bad guy’s been driven off. Her voice was warm as the first sun after rain.

Flan’s words seemed to anchor her; Remi’s breathing slowed, dead‑glass eyes catching light like stars, lips lifting like petals.

Flan… is that you? Flan? Her voice trembled like a plucked string.

Yes. It’s okay—Flan’s here. Thanks to your protection, Flan’s perfectly fine. Her words fell like warm rain.

Remi lunged into Flan’s arms and sobbed, tears stringing like pearls on silk.

Flan… Flan… uhh… Flan! Her cry skittered like a sparrow in a storm.

Hehe, Sis, seriously—where’s that big‑sister poise? Flan’s right here. She giggled, light as bells.

But there’s always a fool who can’t read the air; Alpha clawed back through the hole, eyes blazing like wildfire, voice barking arrogance like a mad dog.

You damned brats! You really want to die? I’ll never let you go! His roar rolled like thunder over a plain.

He grabbed people nearby; red sigils flared across his hand like burning vines. Whoever he caught withered in moments, while he grew stronger, youth pouring back like spring.

Flan couldn’t help a jab: Since when can a villain even qualify without a teammate‑drain skill? Her snark flicked like a fan.

Snark aside, Flan wasn’t about to wait while he finished feeding; her gaze sharpened like a blade.

Endless Inferno. Her whisper cracked like flint, and sparks leapt.

Walls of fire rose high, circling like a crown of suns, severing his siphon and forming a natural arena like a ring of dawns.

Even cut off, Alpha didn’t panic; his voice stayed smooth as oiled steel, a serpent in shade.

Good idea. So magic and mana both moved to you. His words coiled like smoke.

If I’m right, you two are a rare one‑soul, two‑body constitution, twin moons on one tide.

That explains how you pulled the rod that bound Flan, and that bizarre experimental result, a puzzle finally framed.

Now, let me trouble myself by catching you both first, nets closing like dusk.

Flan only smiled, a crescent over calm water, serenity rippling.

Sis. Her call was a hush like silk.

Got it. Her answer snapped like a drawn bowstring.

Remi and Flan clasped hands; light burst from them like twin dawns breaking cloud.

An energy sword formed in Flan’s grip, and an energy spear shaped in Remi’s hand, both gleaming like forged stars.

Flan raised the sword. [Forbidden] Valetin! Her cry rang like a temple bell.

Remi raised the spear. [Finisher] Gungnir! Her voice speared the air like lightning.

A bad premonition pooled in Alpha’s chest; he dumped mana into a shield thick as a mountain, a bunker of crystal.

Erase him! Their command rang like twin bells in a storm.

The sword and spear tore forward like meteors; they punched through the unbreakable ward, carried Alpha out of the ship, and nailed him into a mountainside like a crucifix.

He only stopped after slamming the mountain; his eyes were lifeless, skin ragged like torn parchment—he wouldn’t last long.

Seeing no chance of a comeback, Remi hugged Flan, joy bursting like fireworks under night.

Flan! It’s over! It’s really over! We won—really won! Her delight streamed like river light.

Flan sighed and petted her sister’s head, smoothing stray strands like bird feathers settling.

Not yet. Delta’s still unresolved; we have to go back and help them. Her resolve shone like a blade.

Mm. Let’s go. Her nod was steady as a stone in rain.

With power in her grasp, Remi shone; now she could protect everyone and Flan, bring happiness like lantern light in fog.

There was… nothing left to fear, her heart steady as a mountain.