Meanwhile, somewhere in the skies, people in a white room are silently watching the fight.
"This is getting out of hand; we need to do something," one beautiful lady with curly hair said; her voice has a tiny bit of worry in it. While her companion watches the heroes getting beaten up by the demon king of cruelty. And one man mascular red hair man spoke . "Well, to be honest, we can't intervene with them. We're all gathered here just to observe, not to meddle with them." "I know, but if we don't do something, they're going to die! And this world will be doomed." The beautiful woman shouted. "We know, we know. But if we help now, we're dooming them in the future too," the other man, with a long beard and hair, said, leaning on his cane. "Besides, where is your dark horse? Is that what you're calling that weak summoner of yours? Because of him, the demon lord is now overly cautious and wants to end the war sooner," one petite blonde-haired lady said, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
"If he fails, it will be on him, and we can't afford to intervene. The balance must be maintained," the petite blonde lady named Dern Riona, the Goddess of Order, said.
The curly-haired woman, named Lycana the Goddess of Life, clenched her fists in frustration. "But they have a chance! Kieth has something special, something that could turn the tide, but now he's missing, but I know he's still alive. So we can't just sit here and watch the other heroes die!" Her eyes darted back to the scene unfolding below, where Caine and his friends were struggling against the overwhelming power of Azazel.
The muscular red-haired man, known as Antares the God of War, sighed heavily. "I understand your concern, Lycana. But we must trust in their strength. They are heroes for a reason. If we intervene now, we risk altering the course of fate in ways we cannot predict."
Lycana shook her head, her determination unwavering. "But what if they don't make it? What if this is the moment that decides everything? We can't just let them fall; we're the reason they got chosen, so we can't just let them just die here."
The bearded man, Cique, the God of knowledge and blacksmith, placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "We have seen many battles, Lady Lycana. Each hero faces their own trials. This is Caine's moment to rise or fall. We must allow him to find his strength."
"Well, look. Cain managed to land a critical hit using those wicked slippers of that summoner of yours," Antares said while smiling weirdly as they all looked at the battle between the summon heroes and the demon king of cruelty. And Cain manages to land a critical hit using Kieth's special weapon (Mom's slipper), and now Azazel (demon king of cruelty) staggers, feeling the stun effect of the slipper, and now his life points go down significantly because of the hit and the buff effect of the said weapon. That boosted his strength tenfold.
When a Filipino got Isekai'd with a twist!
"Only I can summon those!"
Chapter 36 : resolve!
"Man, this is fun to use. Thanks, Kieth! You're a lifesaver! Now, Chris Vismond! Attack him with all you have!" Cain shouted.
The tension in the white room was palpable as the deities watched the unfolding battle. Lycana's heart raced as she saw the flicker of hope in Caine's eyes. "See? He can do this! He just needs a little more time," Cique said, his voice rising with excitement.
Lycana's eyes sparkled with renewed hope as she watched Caine rally his friends. "Look at him! He's finding his footing! If only Kieth were here to see this," she said, her voice a mix of pride and longing.
Antares crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perhaps that summoner of yours isn't as weak as you thought, Lycana. It seems he's left a mark on Caine after all."
But it's not enough! "Lycana insisted, her voice rising again. "Azazel is still far too powerful. They need Kieth to fully harness the potential of that weapon. Without him, they're fighting an uphill battle."
Cique nodded thoughtfully, stroking his beard. "True, but every hero must learn to stand on their own. This is a test of their resolve, their unity. If they can't overcome this challenge, then perhaps they were never meant to succeed."
"But they can succeed!" Lycana exclaimed, her frustration boiling over. "They have the potential! They just need a little push, a little guidance. We can't just sit here and watch them struggle when we have the power to help!"
Dern Riona, the Goddess of Order, remained stoic, her arms crossed tightly. "And what would that help look like, Lycana? A whisper of encouragement? A sudden surge of power? We cannot interfere without consequences. The balance must be maintained."
As the battle raged on below, Caine and his friends pressed forward, their spirits ignited by the critical hit. Chris and Vismond unleashed a torrent of magic, channeling their energy into a powerful spell. "Let's finish this, together!" he shouted, his voice echoing with determination.
Azazel, reeling from the blow, snarled in fury. "You think you can defeat me? I am the embodiment of cruelty! You are nothing but insects beneath my heel!"
But Caine, emboldened by the support of his friends and the power of the slipper, charged forward. "We're not giving up! Not now, not ever!" He swung the slipper again, this time aiming for Azazel's core, where the demon king's dark energy pulsed like a heartbeat.
Lycana's heart raced as she watched the scene unfold. "Come on, Caine! You can do this!" she whispered, her hands clenched tightly.
Antares leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is it! This is the moment!"
Cique nodded, his voice low and steady. "He's finding his strength. He's learning to fight for those he cares about. This is what it means to be a hero."
As Caine's attack connected, a shockwave of energy erupted from the impact, sending Azazel staggering back. The demon king's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to regain his footing. "No! This cannot be!" he roared, his voice laced with panic.
Lycana felt a surge of hope. "He's doing it! He's turning the tide!" But as she said that, Azazel caught Caine's hand and crushed it and uttered a word: "Complete heal." As he said that, Azazel's wounds healed instantly. And give a creepy grin at Caine as he threw him.
The white room fell silent as the deities watched in horror. Lycana's heart sank as she saw Caine's body fly through the air, landing hard against the ground. "No! Caine!" she cried out, her voice filled with anguish.
Antares clenched his fists, his expression darkening. "That's not fair! He can't just heal like that!"
Cique shook his head, his brow furrowed in concern. "This is the nature of the demon king. He thrives on despair and suffering. He will not make this easy for them."
Dern Riona remained stoic, but even she felt the weight of the moment. "This is why we cannot intervene. Every hero must face their own trials, and this is Caine's. If he cannot overcome this, then it is a lesson he must learn."
"Fuck, how the hell are you able to use healing?" Caine asks, holding his broken arm. As his system pops up
System notification alert.
The enemy is now at full health.
The enemy can now resist the effects of the mom's slipper and mom's wrath.
"Well, as you can see, I have the ability to gain skills of my enemies by eating their heads. And I also can gain all of their knowledge too," Azazel said in a mocking tone.
Caine gritted his teeth, the pain in his arm a sharp reminder of the stakes at hand. He struggled to his feet, his mind racing. "Heh, that seems so unfair," he muttered, his voice low but filled with determination. "You think you can just take everything from others and use it against them? You're more like a parasite! For me."
Azazel's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "And yet, here you are, powerless to stop me. You heroes are all the same—full of bravado until faced with true despair." He flexed his fingers, dark energy swirling around him. "But I thrive on despair. It fuels my power."
Caine's heart raced as he glanced at his friends, who were regrouping, their expressions a mix of fear and determination. He could see the flicker of hope in their eyes, but it was dimming fast. "We can't let him win," he said, his voice rising above the chaos. "We have to fight back! Together!"
Chris and Vismond nodded, their resolve hardening. "We won't let you down, Caine!" Chris shouted, his hands crackling with energy. "We'll find a way to beat him!"
Lycana watched from the white room, her heart pounding in her chest. "Come on, Caine! You have to believe in yourself!" she urged, her voice barely a whisper. She felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her, the knowledge that their fate hung in the balance.
Antares leaned forward, his eyes locked on the battle. "They need a plan. They can't just charge in blindly. They need to outsmart him."
Cique stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Perhaps they can use Azazel's arrogance against him. If they can create an opening, they might be able to strike a decisive blow."
"Then let's hope they can think fast," Dern Riona said, her voice steady. "This is their moment to shine, but they must be careful. Azazel will not hesitate to exploit any weakness."
Back in the battlefield, Caine took a deep breath, focusing on the energy around him. "We need to distract him," he said, his mind racing. "If we can keep him off balance, we might find a way to hit him hard enough to make a difference."
Vismond nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I can create an illusion to confuse him. If we can make him think we're attacking from multiple angles, it might give us the opening we need."
"Good idea!" Chris said, his hands glowing brighter. "I'll channel my magic into a powerful blast. When Vismond creates the distraction, we'll hit him with everything we've got!"
Caine felt a surge of hope as he watched his friends rally together. "Alright, let's do this! On my mark!"
As they prepared their plan, Azazel watched with a sneer, his confidence unshaken. "You think you can outsmart me? I've seen countless heroes fall before me. You are no different."
"Maybe not," Caine replied, his voice steady. "But we're not going down without a fight!"
With a nod, Vismond began to weave his magic, creating illusions of themselves that danced around Azazel, drawing his attention. "Now, Chris!" Caine shouted.
Chris unleashed a torrent of energy, the blast roaring toward Azazel. The demon king's eyes widened in surprise as he turned to face the incoming attack, but it was too late. The illusion had worked; he was momentarily disoriented.
"Now!" Caine yelled, charging forward with all his might, the slipper glowing with power. He aimed for Azazel's core once more, determined to strike true.
As he swung, the world around him seemed to slow. He could feel the energy of his friends behind him, their faith in him fueling his resolve. "This ends now!" he shouted, pouring every ounce of strength into the blow. But Azazel's body flickers and vanishes just like at the last time. And spoke in the shadow behind them. "Magic bullets," he said as he shot a barrage of black bullets through his fingertips. Hitting all of them.
The white room fell into a tense silence as the deities watched the chaos unfold. Lycana's heart raced, her hands trembling as she witnessed the onslaught of dark energy raining down on Caine and his friends. "No! Not like this!" she cried, her voice filled with desperation.
Antares clenched his fists, his expression darkening. "They need to regroup! They can't let Azazel catch them off guard like this!"
Cique's brow furrowed in concern. "They must find a way to counter his attacks. If they can't adapt, they'll be overwhelmed."
In the battlefield, Caine and his friends were thrown back by the force of the dark bullets, their bodies hitting the ground with painful thuds. Caine struggled to rise, his vision blurred and his breath ragged. "Get up! We can't give up!" he shouted, his voice strained but resolute.
"Yeah, get up. It's boring if you just die with just a mere dark bullet. But now it's time to end our little games. I decided I'm not going to let you go. I'm just going to eat you all and gain all your skills!" Azazel shouted as he charged a giant ball of dark energy while Cain and the others were on the ground, unable to move.
"Fuck, this is the end, I think. Thanks, guys, it's a pleasure to fight alongside you all," Cain said while smiling as the giant ball of dark energy continued to approach them rapidly.
To be continued.....
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# Caine, the Divine Gladiator
- _Title:_ Demon Slayer
- _Race:_ Human/Other Worlder
- _Age:_ 27
- _Class:_ Divine Gladiator
- _Role:_ Melee Fighter, Divine Support
- _Description:_ A fierce warrior imbued with divine power, exceling in close combat and providing support to allies.
- _Level:_ 82
# Stats
- Strength: 320
- Agility: 220
- Intelligence: 120
- Endurance: 280
- Divine Affinity: 380
# Skills
- Divine Strike: Deals 320 damage and has a 30% chance to stun enemies for 3 seconds
- Shield of the Gods: Absorbs 400 damage and protects allies within a 10-meter radius
- Warrior's Fury: Increases strength by 30% and speed by 20% for 15 seconds
# Equipment
- _Eternal Sword_ (Legendary): +20% strength, +20% critical hit damage
- _Divine Pauldrons_ (Epic): +10% strength, +10% endurance
- _Warrior's Belt_ (Rare): +5% agility, +5% intelligence
# Attributes
- HP: 3000/8200
- MP: 1,200/8200
- fatigue: 30/100
# Vismond, the Shadow Cleric
- _Title:_ Shadow Assassin
- _Race:_ Human/Other Worlder
- _Age:_ 20
- _Class:_ Shadow Cleric
- _Role:_ Support, Assassin
- _Description:_ A stealthy cleric who provides support to allies while dealing deadly blows from the shadows.
- _Level:_ 78
# Stats
- Strength: 200
- Agility: 300
- Intelligence: 180
- Endurance: 220
- Stealth: 420
# Skills
- Shadow Step: Teleports 10 meters, becoming temporarily invisible for 5 seconds
- Dark Healing: Restores 280 health to allies within a 10-meter radius, dealing 200 damage to enemies
- Silent Strike: Deals 360 damage from behind enemies, with a 40% chance to critical hit
# Equipment
- _Shadow Dagger_ (Epic): +15% critical hit chance, +20% critical hit damage
- _Cleric's Robes_ (Rare): +10% intelligence, +10% endurance
- _Assassin's Hood_ (Uncommon): +5% agility, +5% stealth
# Attributes
- HP: 2030/7500
- MP: 1200/7500
- fatigue: 60/100
# Chris, the Spear Sorcerer
- _Title:_ Stormbringer
- _Race:_ Human/Other Worlder
- _Age:_ 22
- _Class:_ Spear Sorcerer
- _Role:_ Ranged Attacker, Support
- _Description:_ A sorcerer who wields a magical spear, dealing damage from a distance and providing support to allies.
- _Level:_ 75
# Stats
- Strength: 180
- Agility: 220
- Intelligence: 320
- Endurance: 200
- Magical Affinity: 440
# Skills
- Magical Thrust: Deals 280 damage, with a 30% chance to knock back enemies
- Spear of Light: Creates a beam of light, dealing 320 damage to enemies and restoring 200 health to allies
- Arcane Shield: Absorbs 300 damage, protecting allies within a 10-meter radius
# Equipment
- _Magical Spear_ (Epic): +15% magical damage, +20% critical hit damage
- _Sorcerer's Robes_ (Rare): +10% intelligence, +10% magical affinity
- _Arcane Amulet_ (Uncommon): +5% magical damage, +5% endurance
# Attributes
- HP: 3556/7500
- MP: 200/7500
- fatigue: 90/100