Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds

[180] Wait A Damn Minute…

Chapter 180: Wait A Damn Minute…

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“So this leaves one person and two gears, huh,” It’s been half an hour, and we were done granting six of the girls six gears. I rubbed my chin as I looked at the remaining person, a shy fallen angel adorned in red. 

She sat with her hands between her thighs and waited for me to make a decision. I pondered with a thoughtful look and then, before deciding, I took a look at everyone who just received their gear.

Ruby received Dimension Lost. The previous wielder was a mage too, so it’d suit her well. And I think she'll be able to do stuff like Obito from Naruto if I guide her. 

I gave Variant Detonation to Tsubasa. It suited her since she fought with her fist, this would make it so that each of her punches turned into an explosion.

Next was Mem-Cho. Since she could create time bubbles, Phantom Projection went to her. The abilities were really similar, so receiving the gear should have immediately enhanced her powers more than ten times, I’m sure.

Irina received Blade Blacksmith. This ability was Unlimited Blade Works from the Fate Franchise with a different name, it suited her since she could make unlimited holy swords with it.

I recall Xenovia received all the Excalibur fragments back in the canon timeline, so the Excalibur ruler went to her this time around too.

That left Kalawarna and two gears. True Longinus and Caliburn; Sacred Gear wise, these two were both Top Grade. One was the strongest spear, and the other was the strongest sword. I don’t want to give Caliburn away, I liked how it sliced through Surya. So that left True Longinus.

It’s not a bad weapon for her. She's a fallen angel, someone who betrayed God, so to wield the spear that killed Jesus was history’s way of repeating itself. Her current weapon was a spear too, so she wouldn’t need to train on it separately. 

But… I hummed. To give her such a powerful weapon when she has yet to do enough for me, would not be fair to others.

I allowed her to survive because I had plans to make my own angels, and as a fallen angel, she was the perfect guinea pig for that. That’s what she was, a guinea pig. I did send her on some protection missions, to keep Ruby’s group safe when they traveled to places, but other than that her contribution to the sect was not worth mentioning.

So did she deserve it?

I had no other person in mind who could use a spear, but I could teach them how to wield one. Rubbing my temple, I looked at her.

“Kalawarna, show me all your wings,” I ordered and two black wings furled out of her back, scattering a few feathers across the room. I scowled, “Just two?”

Hearing my disappointed tone, she trembled in her spot. That made me grumble. She was the weakest member in the Sect right now; even Aunty Miyako knew some spells – I taught her – that would allow her to beat this weakling. Disappointing.

“I- I am sorry… I…” she lowered her head, trembling. Naturally, she was scared of me, which was good. But she needed to use that fear to strengthen herself, not cower away. Stupid bitch. “It’s really… hard to grow as a fallen angel since God is dead and we abandoned the pure angels who hold the last legacy of God.”

“Hard, but not impossible,” I sighed. There was no point in being angry with her. “I will give you two months, you need to grow four extra pairs of wings by then. You’ll need to have at least ten wings for you to be worthy.”

Her eyes widened, “But it’s not possible! I- I have been alive for centuries, yet unable to advance, how can I gain eight wings in two months?! In the month and a half that I’ve spent here training with those two,” she looked at Irina and Xenovia, “I have almost reached a breakthrough to grow another pair of wings, but even that might take a whole year to fully complete!”

“Well, you’ll receive this,” I raised the True Longinus to the air, “if you succeed. Oh and, if you don’t, I’ll perform magic-engineering experiments on you, which has a 73% chance of ending up in death. I guess death should be a good motivator.”

She slumped on the ground, looking at me desperately, “B- but, come on, I’d agree if it was possible, it’s not-!”

I shrugged, “I managed to rise from barely defeating a nobody devil to slapping around a Chief God in a matter of five months, what are you on about?” I said, and sent me a teary glare, that said she was not me, and that I was a monster.

“Aqua, don’t be so rude… She’s not you,” someone else completed her sentence for her, and it turned out to be my mother dearest. I ignored her and looked at Kala. 

With a light scoff, I put the spear down. “Ask anyone here for help with training and mana circulating techniques; mana is the main thing that increases your wing numbers if I’m not wrong. Moreover, as a Fallen Angel, you have other means to expand your powers. Lastly,” I looked at Galaxara, “You have a Goddess on the same divine scale as your creator right here, if not above. If you ever want to switch back to a pure state, ask her for help.”

“....” she resigned back with a sigh, and a moment later she looked at Galaxara and the others around the room in search of someone who could help her.

“Two months is a long time, Kalawarna, don’t disappoint me.” I put True Longinus in my void storage, “Till then, I’ll keep the spear. Do your best, Fallen.” I may be the best with a sword, but my Spear Proficiency was incredible too. Of course it was; cold weapons that I didn’t have at least universal-class mastery over were nonexistent.

Kalawarna nodded slowly, her mind busy as she thought of ways to survive.

The others looked at her, some in pity and some in jealousy before they soon moved on to play with their new Gears. I led them to the gym to have them try out their new abilities.

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Ai needed no training; she was used to controlling her Heat Vision from her Supergirl powerset, so this came off easy too. However, she did test out her abilities on plants by turning them into stone, and then returning them to normal with another eye beam. She looked happy with the power.

Ruby, on the other hand, was trash with Dimension Lost. What the fuck?

“Girl,” I facepalmed. “Where did the gene diverse? How can you be so weak and talentless?”

“Bro, shut up!” She shouted and shot Nine-Colored-Qi at my face, which I waved off with a slap of my hand. I couldn't do it with ease though, I had to coat my hand in Dark-Sun Qi.

“You should have teleported when I slapped off your attack,” I advised her, kicking backward. “Then attack me from the back.”

“Well it’s easy for you to say, you don’t know how hard it’s to teleport-”

I appeared behind her with a flick of Whirlwind Blink, kicking her on her waist; with a loud bone crack, she was sent flying and slammed against a wall. Ai closed her eyes with a scowl, looking the other way. But worrying about her daughter was no use, as she leaped back with a hand on her waist, a healing spell circling behind her hand.

“Cosmic Magic-” she shouted, and I scoffed.

“Dissolve,” I ordered, and her magic circle shattered into pieces. She growled and the intensity in her red eyes increased; she had been using her Kage Mimic from the start but now it shone brighter.

“I will-” she blinked from her spot, appearing on my side with a burst of purple mist. “Break your neck!” A kick came flying on my neck, and I tilted my head to dodge it. I didn’t put much focus into it, which was why I underestimated her speed; she missed the kick, sure, but her thighs came crashing against my face, sandwiching me.

Her thighs tightened around my neck, my face pressed against her belly button, while her hands blasted Nine-Colored-Qi against my skull. It actually hurt. I grabbed her by the waist, trying to pull her off. Instead of resisting, she grabbed my arms, while her legs still choked me. She pulled at my arms so hard that it would have almost broken if I weren’t a Sage. Her other arm grabbed my hair and blasted Nine-Colored-Qi into my head. 

I’d have suffocated if I wasn’t a Sage; my Eternally Youthful body required barely any oxygen to survive.

“Die, die, die, die!” The maddened Ruby kept increasing the amount of Qi she was using, ruining my lovely hair, which made me growl against her thighs.

I leaped upwards and then slammed my head toward the ground. She couldn’t dodge since she was stuck with my head, the impact reverberated through her spine as she let out a silent gasp, her attacks slowing down.

Her thighs and hands loosened, and I retracted my arm myself, rubbing my neck as I used [Pure Storm Baptism] to heal the little injury in my arm and head. I flexed it and looked at her on the ground, as she winced in pain.

“Good job,” I said, “you managed to pull it off in the end.”

The spectators looked at us in silence for a bit, before Tsubasa clapped a little; with that, the others also clapped a little for Ruby. She needed a lot to catch up on.

With that, I moved to the next training partner.

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“Haap-!” 

A slash went right by my ear, but it didn’t slice a hair on my head. I saw the annoyance in Xenovia’s eyes as I parried her next sword attacks with my bare hands, my forearms coated with my willpower as it deflected her blows.

Excalibur Ruler that Xenovia swung at me had the power to manipulate any living thing or organic material, allowing the user to control the will of their opponents and fully subjugate them. Sadly, she was against a Sage; manipulating me was impossible.

We sparred for tens of minutes, with Xenovia growing more and more frustrated, until she grabbed the other sword on her waist, and swung at me. I was surprised at the change in intensity, and I had to dodge this attack because of how sudden it was. Looking at the sword, I remembered something. 

So far, Xenovia fought using the Excalibur Ruler against me, while her personal sword, Durandal, has rested on her waist. Naturally, she had more experience using it. Dodging one of her sword slashes with ease, I pondered. She’s not a twin sword user, such a waste.

Ah, wait. I blinked. Fucking Azazel. Where are my three Excalibur Fragments?

During that meeting I had with him, he handed me over to Kokabiel and Kawalarna. I forgot that the Fallen Faction, especially Kokabiel, held three Excalibur Swords too. In the canon timeline, it went to Freed Sellzen, and later, all seven fragments went to Xenovia, who merged those seven with her Durandal, making it a top-grade sword.

There were seven Excalibur sword fragments, created after the original’s destruction. Excalibur Destruction, Excalibur Mimic, Excalibur Rapidly, Excalibur Ruler, and the last three, Excalibur Nightmare, Excalibur Transparency, and Excalibur Blessing.

With Ruler, my Sect had four at hand. I was keeping Rapidly for a while now, I got it from Freed’s ashes. Xenovia and Irina had Destruction and Mimic, which they were given by the church before I kidnapped them. 

“Let’s end this,” I stopped Xenovia’s attack with a palm, and with the other, I sent a palm attack to her stomach, sending her flying backward and hitting the wall with a thud.

I dusted off my hands and scowled. Xenovia shuddered as she got up; she took my scowl as a disapproval of her abilities, but she was not bad. She’s quite good since I taught her some techniques in the months she’s been here. I looked at Kalawarna instead, who shuddered seeing me glare at her again.

“You,” I tossed her my phone, “Call Azazel and tell him to return me my three other Excalibur fragments. Nightmare, Transparency, and Blessing.”

“Um, y-your?”

“Did I stutter?” I looked at her and she quickly shook her head, before typing on the keypad and ringing a call.

I approached her while the call was picked up.

“Hello?” Azazel’s voice came from the other side, “Who’s this unknown number? I swear if this is a prank call again, I-”

“Azazel.” I growled into the mic, “You scamming bastard, where are my fucking Excalibur fragments.”

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