Three Divine Wishes: Yes, I'm OP!

In this moment, Akasha found himself completely helpless in the skies as ten thousand Unbound Gods and Constellations came charging at him in full force, along with Tyron, who was not far behind them.

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!

Before Akasha could even summon another affinity, the constructs closed the distance in a single coordinated surge.

One moment they were more than one thousand kilometers from him and in the next... Blades, spears, axes, and claws of pure divine force slammed into his body from every direction at once.

Every strike hit its mark, each one finding its target without fail.

And still, Akasha stood unmoving... though, not completely unfazed.

He remained locked in place, feet planted against empty air, luminous brown skin absorbing the storm of strikes.

The scene looked almost unreal: ten thousand different weapons driving into one stationary figure, the force of each blow ringing out like steel striking the side of a mountain.

In that moment, sparks of residual divinity burst outward with every collision. The air around him distorted under the repeated impacts, yet his body refused to be driven back even a single step.

Even though Loki had made sure his position remained secure, this had nothing to do with that.

It was one of the earlier battle styles he had dreamed up and honed over the years.

As mentioned, even if his battle style evolved, the lessons and techniques from the past never left him.

On top of that, the Unbound Gods were only Tier 25.

On their own, their attacks couldn’t even scratch Akasha, his defensive artifacts rendering them harmless.

It was only the combined force of ten thousand strikes landing at once that managed to inflict real harm—and even then, the damage was mostly internal, grinding against bone and organs rather than ripping him apart.

In that moment, a thin line of purple blood slid from the corner of Akasha’s lips, trailing slowly down his chin.

His eyes, which had been holding a calm human appearance, began to shift.

The purple and white within them deepened and changed, the surface of each iris transforming into the image of a world exploding in silence—continents tearing apart, oceans boiling away, the sky fracturing into pure white light before collapsing inward.

Farther back, the illusory form of Loki watched everything with narrowed green eyes.

Even knowing she stood stronger than him in this sealed state, the knowledge brought no comfort.

’This damned fate lock...’ She thought to herself as such a thing truly put her in a tough position.

’If I kill this damn Unus here... he will most definitely find his way back. And that will without a doubt intertwine me into this nonsense.’

The hatred for the Unus burned hot in her chest... she wanted nothing more than to erase him from existence right here, right now...

The thought of angering some higher Unus if she acted too freely made her pause.

"All of this should be impossible... I really can’t stand this damn species," she muttered, voice low and edged with disbelief.

She knew all too well the Unus had a talent for slipping out of trouble—and for making situations far more complicated than they needed to be.

After ten thousand strikes, seeing Akasha still practically unscathed wasn’t even surprising anymore.

And while she gathered her thoughts, Tyron closed in with a cold, focused gaze.

The Laughing Sword stayed raised at his side, green-and-black edge gleaming.

Every movement was measured, controlled; the earlier madness burned away into something sharper and more dangerous.

Before he could even launch his first strike in the battle, Loki’s gaze snapped toward Tyron without hesitation.

"Tyron... fall back. Now."

Tyron froze mid-charge, his momentum cut short in an instant.

The Laughing Sword stayed poised in his grip, but his legs held firm against the invisible ground beneath him as he followed the command.

In that same breath, Akasha’s eyes locked onto something unique to say the least.

The exploding world within them settled into a single, clean geometric point of pure destruction—a mark that seemed to pull light inward rather than reflect it.

His voice left him quiet and certain.

"You... must die here."

[Zero Point (Lesser)]

HUMMMMM!!!!!

With just a passing thought, his Divine Power burst forth without the slightest warning.

In that instant, the world seemed to snap back, as if reality itself hit rewind.

Five fleeting seconds unraveled in the blink of an eye, slipping away as though they had never been.

The courtyard, the constructs, the positions of every living being snapped backward through time until the scene settled at the exact moment Loki was about to open her mouth and speak the first restriction in the Language of Gods.

Before the words could leave her, Akasha vanished.

One moment, he stood there, his gaze fierce enough to unnerve even the mightiest god.

The next, the spot was empty—he had slipped into Dream Land without a sound, leaving only the faintest ripple of fading dream-space in his wake.

In that moment, Loki’s green eyes widened.

The illusory form of the Goddess of Trickery stared at the empty air where the Unus had stood only a heartbeat earlier.

A sharp tension sliced through her projection, and she swiftly turned her head toward Tyron.

"Get ready," she murmured, her voice low and taut. "You’ve managed to seriously anger someone you really don’t want to mess with."

At those words, Tyron’s eyes narrowed.

To him, everything seemed to be going their way... There was simply no way for him to know that the entire world around them had reversed for five full seconds.

The Laughing Sword stayed steady in his grip as he mulled over her words.

"What’s going on?" he asked. "Can’t you hold him long enough for me to land the finishing blow?"

Loki let out a soft sigh, not bothering to offer a full explanation.

She already knew exactly what had happened and saw no need to spell it out.

She stayed free and conscious only because the power hadn’t touched her in the slightest. Her strength was greater than that of a Lesser Divine Power, keeping her well beyond its grasp.

Still, the fact that she was dealing with an Unus forced her to prepare for the worst.

[Decree of the Final Jest (Divine) (Defensive)]

Power gathered around her illusory form. When she spoke, the Language of Gods left her mouth with absolute weight.

"By my Authority as the Goddess of Trickery, I declare that the next attack directed at either myself or Tyron Alabaster shall become a catastrophic Joke."

The decree settled into the fabric of the surrounding space like a hidden blade waiting to turn.

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Inside Dream Land, Akasha stood alone in the quiet expanse of Tier One.

A thin ribbon of purple blood still ran down his chin, a quiet testament to what had just transpired. His radiant brown skin seemed to hum with the lingering ache of countless internal blows, each one etched into the fibers of his being.

The easy, human warmth that once lived in his gaze was gone, replaced by the distant, chilling reflection of a single endpoint.

And, truth be told, he was pissed.

"Bastard, you’re going to die today," he muttered, voice flat and cutting.

"I mean, come on... how the hell did he go from Kalpa to wielding a Divine Cosmic Weapon in just a few years? And on top of that, meet Loki... the Goddess of Tricks... somewhere along the way?"

He ran a hand down his face, the purple infinity mark beneath his left eye glinting faintly in the soft light of the dream realm.

"I don’t even want to think about how close she sits to the myths from Earth. If she is his master and plans to stay by his side..."

He let the sentence hang for a moment, then finished it with quiet certainty.

"Then I will destroy them both."

In that moment, a status appeared before him.

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[You have dreamed up a new artifact.]

[All-Seeing Orb (Divine) - This mystical orb lets the user see any place they’ve been before, or any person who currently holds them in favor. Once a location appears within the orb, the user can strike from any distance, as long as it’s within the same galaxy.]

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Without wasting any time, Akasha closed his fingers around the orb and stepped out of Dream Land.

The crisp air of Dreamer’s Peak met him the moment he arrived.

Yume and Luna stood side by side near the edge of the plateau, their expressions tight with unspoken thoughts.

It was clear they were already aware of everything that had happened.

And... when he appeared, neither of them said a word.

Calista, however, looked between the three of them with clear confusion.

Only moments earlier the atmosphere had been light, almost joking.

Now the shift to absolute seriousness left her unsettled.

When her gaze landed on the thin trail of purple blood still marking Akasha’s chin, a quiet thought rose in her mind.

’Did he get beaten in a fight... or did he fail to kill whoever he went after?’

Akasha ignored the unspoken questions, letting divinity flow from him in a steady stream as he fixed his gaze on the All-Seeing Orb.

In that moment, the yellow-and-green world Tyron currently occupied bloomed into view—one lone white sun hanging beside it in the void.

[-500,000,000 DP = Monarch Ranked Construct]