The spectral blades along his forearms ignited with a blinding, azure intensity.
His eyes locked onto his opponent, and he charged headlong into the descending halo of light, treating Solomon’s third Noble Phantasm with absolute disregard.
Miles away, Grayfia could barely maintain her composure as she watched the projection hovering above Sajyou Ayaka’s spell circle.
Beside her, Artoria and Kuroka had already shot to their feet, their postures rigid with tension.
Only Ayaka let out a soft, measured sigh.
She snapped her fingers, a sharp sound in the quiet room.
The spectacle she had been waiting for was already over.
She released the heavy restrictions binding Solomon’s Clairvoyance.
In that fleeting instant, the King of Magecraft saw the future.
His hands dropped to his sides.
He abandoned all resistance.
His ultimate Noble Phantasm crashed down upon Levi, a pillar of apocalyptic heat meant to incinerate the very concept of life.
Yet the terrifying temperature was completely ignored.
The sheer explosive force of the light band could not even slow Levi’s momentum.
Instead, the dense layer of blue flames—the physical manifestation of Levi’s burning demonic power—devoured the blinding light the moment they collided.
Levi’s figure blurred.
Solomon’s body was instantly engulfed in azure fire.
Without a single sound, the Grand Caster dissolved into a cloud of drifting golden dust.
He was eliminated.
From the moment Levi charged to the moment Solomon vanished, exactly ten seconds had passed.
If Solomon had not prepared his defenses in advance, he would have perished on the very first strike.
But he had calculated the odds, withstood a single blow from Levi’s overwhelming power, and forced the devil to strike a second time.
To achieve even that much against such an anomaly was a feat worthy of pride.
After all, surviving a single strike from that blue inferno was a milestone countless heroes would never reach in their entire existences.
Standing amidst the fading golden dust, Levi threw his head back and let out a deafening roar.
The blue flames erupted outward, a tidal wave of demonic energy that instantly swallowed the surrounding forest and the ruined castle.
Stripped of their protective bounded fields, the ancient trees and stone walls were reduced to fine white ash in the blink of an eye.
Ayaka snapped her fingers once more.
Grayfia, Ingvild hiding in the shadows, Shirone, Sakura, Rin, Irisviel, and Ayaka herself vanished in a flash of spatial displacement, teleporting safely back to the Fuyuki City area.
By the time the expanding sea of blue fire burned its way to the horizon, exactly forty seconds had passed.
Then, as abruptly as they had appeared, the flames violently retracted, sinking back into Levi’s flesh.
His magic power completely drained, his knees buckled.
He collapsed heavily onto the scorched earth, his vision swimming.
It took several long moments for his breathing to steady and his consciousness to fully anchor itself.
The first thing he did was reach out through the mental connection of his Evil Pieces.
He swept his awareness over Grayfia and the others, feeling their steady, safe signatures.
Only then did the tension bleed out of his shoulders.
Solomon was gone.
The Holy Grail War was over.
High above, the thick clouds that had been burned away by the heat parted.
A brilliant golden light spilled down from the heavens, bathing Levi’s exhausted body.
The Golden Holy Grail descended from the sky, drifting downward until it struck him squarely in the center of his forehead.
His vision went pitch black.
He lost consciousness entirely.
Devils, Gods, and Dragon Kings.
In the grand hierarchy of the world, these three classifications represented the absolute zenith of combat power.
The chief gods of the various pantheons stood slightly above the average deity or Dragon King.
Among the Devils, anomalies like Grayfia possessed enough raw strength to rival those chief gods, standing on par with entities like Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon and the strongest of the Five Great Dragon Kings.
They were the pinnacle.
The absolute ceiling of power the world was meant to contain.
Anything that surpassed them was simply categorized as a monster.
Heavenly Dragons and extraordinary beings were walking calamities, isolated into their own untouchable categories even by their own factions.
They were not merely powerful; their very existence guaranteed world-shaking incidents.
Sirzechs Lucifer and Ajuka Beelzebub had violently overthrown the ancient, stagnant system of the Underworld, reshaping the entire Devil race by their own hands.
Rizevim Livan Lucifer sought to unseal the Evil Dragons and orchestrate the invasion of entirely different dimensions.
The Heavenly Dragons were even more lawless.
Evil Dragons that managed to mutate and reach the tier of Heavenly Dragons—like the Diabolism Thousand Dragons, Azi Dahaka—had to be sealed away the moment they were discovered.
The Red Dragon Emperor and the White Dragon Emperor had been slaughtered and forged into Sacred Gears just to contain their collateral damage.
Even the Beast Emperor, Trihexa, and the God of Destruction were either sealed in the depths of the world or kept at a cautious distance.
Shiva, the God of Destruction, remained an isolated hermit, never associating with the other pantheons.
Even Azazel, the Governor of the Fallen Angels, deliberately excluded Shiva from his tactical calculations when planning countermeasures against Trihexa.
And if one looked even higher…
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Existences of this caliber could be counted on a single hand.
For the leaders of the major factions, their absolute first priority was memorizing the names, signatures, and histories of these anomalies.
The sudden appearance or disappearance of even one was a cataclysmic event that would force the entire world to hold its breath.
Therefore, the moment Levi’s roar—wrapped in the suffocating, alien pressure of his Sin Devil Trigger—swept across the dimensional boundaries like a tidal wave, every single faction froze.
Regardless of their current wars, their political summits, or their shadow operations, every leader immediately changed their primary objective.
They needed to know exactly who this entity was.
They needed to know his temperament.
They needed to know what he wanted, and what he had just destroyed.
In the Underworld, Sirzechs and Ajuka had been in the middle of a tense discussion regarding Rizevim’s recent movements.
The moment the shockwave of power washed over them, the air in the office turned heavy.
“Sirzechs, this…” Ajuka stood up slowly, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the lingering traces of energy in the atmosphere.
Sirzechs frowned deeply.
He let out a slow, helpless exhale and nodded at his oldest friend.
“Yes.
If I am not mistaken, this presence does not belong on the same level as us, the chief gods, or even the Heavenly Dragons.”
Hearing Sirzechs confirm his own dread, Ajuka rubbed his temples.
“It has to be a Dragon God.
I never calculated the variables for a new Dragon God manifesting in this era.
We can only hope the world won’t be torn apart by his mere presence.”
“Let us hope,” Sirzechs murmured quietly.
Across the realms, the other chief gods arrived at the exact same terrifying conclusion.
Only they, the anomalies standing at the absolute summit, could truly comprehend the weight of that aura.
A third Dragon God had been born.
Elsewhere, deep in the shadows, Rizevim Livan Lucifer felt the tremor.
Unlike the cautious dread of the current Satans, Rizevim’s reaction was entirely different.
His silver hair fell over his face as his brows knit together in genuine irritation.
“If the old man hadn’t died and somehow managed to evolve even further…
this is exactly what his magic power would feel like,” Rizevim muttered, his lips curling into a manic, jagged grin.
“Are you trying to tell me the original Lucifer crawled his way back from the abyss?”
He threw his head back, his laughter echoing against the stone walls.
“What a joke!
Hahahaha!
I don’t care who you are!
Even if you really are the old man, don’t you dare think you can step on my stage!” Rizevim’s eyes widened, burning with a fanatic, possessive madness.
“The Evil Dragons, the Beast Emperor, the other worlds…
They are mine!
All of them!
Mine!”
Meanwhile, in the roughly constructed headquarters of the Khaos Brigade, a far quieter reaction took place.
The black-haired girl sitting on the throne had been staring blankly ahead, as motionless as a porcelain doll.
Then, she blinked.
She slipped down from her oversized seat.
Her bare feet touched the cold floor.
Smoothing down her simple black dress, she raised a pale hand and casually tore a jagged, bleeding rift straight through the fabric of space.
She stepped through the void, bypassing every dimensional barrier to cross directly from the Khaos Brigade’s hidden base into the human world.
“A Dragon God…
a new Dragon God,” Ophis murmured, her voice entirely devoid of inflection.
“If I want to take back my silence, he will be useful.”
Keeping her hollow, obsidian eyes fixed on the distant horizon, the Infinite Dragon God began to walk.
Levi knew absolutely nothing of the chaos his aura had caused.
His consciousness was currently drifting through a desolate, endless wasteland.
He had spent days pondering exactly how he was supposed to phrase his wish once the Holy Grail War concluded.
It wasn’t as if he could just hold a golden cup in his hands and shout at the sky.
Now, looking at the barren landscape of his own mindscape, he understood the mechanism.
Standing a few paces away from him was a woman with flowing white hair and crimson eyes.
She looked identical to Irisviel, dressed in the elegant, archaic robes of the Saint of Winter.
“Victor,” her voice echoed softly across the wasteland.
“Tell me your wish.”
Levi’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile.
“My wish is everything here.
The Third Magic, and an infinite well of magic power.”
The Saint of Winter closed her eyes and nodded in serene acceptance.
This Holy Grail was fundamentally different from the corrupted, mud-filled chalices of other timelines.
It was a true wish-granting engine.
She accepted his terms.
Her physical form dissolved into a torrent of blinding golden light that shot forward, sinking directly into Levi’s chest.
An overwhelming flood of ancient, complex memories violently expanded inside his brain.
The conceptual framework of the soul, the materialization of the spirit, the absolute denial of entropy—it was the complete blueprint of the Third Magic, Heaven’s Feel.
He was no longer just a victor; he was the user of the Third Magic.
This Holy Grail War would permanently be the last.
The entire conceptual weight of the Grail had anchored itself into his very being.
The moment Levi opened his eyes in the physical world, he felt the change.
The demonic power in his veins, which had always flowed at a steady, manageable pace, suddenly detonated.
The sheer volume of his mana violently expanded, shattering his previous limits and forcibly elevating his reserves from the tier of a Middle-Class Devil straight into the world of a High-Class Devil.
More, he could feel the tether.
Every time he circulated his magic power, the exact amount he expended was instantly replenished from an unseen, conceptual source.
It was infinite magic power.
While the mechanism was slightly different from what he had initially theorized, the practical application was flawless.
As he sat up, flexing his hands to test the endless current of energy, the familiar, mechanical chime echoed in his mind.
[Check-in Reward (Solomon): Key of Solomon]
Levi paused, staring at the translucent blue interface hovering in his vision.
The Key of Solomon?
He pulled the item from his system inventory.
A heavy, ancient tome bound in dark leather materialized in his hands.
His expression turned incredibly flat.
It wasn’t that he was ignorant of the book’s reputation; it was precisely because he knew human occult history that he felt a sudden spike of annoyance.
The widely known Key of Solomon was a medieval fabrication.
Aside from slapping the King of Magecraft’s name on the cover to sell copies, the grimoire had absolutely nothing to do with the actual Solomon.
He had just fought a life-or-death battle against the Grand Caster, and the system handed him a mass-produced occultist scam?
Refusing to accept that he had been shortchanged, Levi shifted on the bed, flicked on the bedside lamp, and cracked the heavy cover open.
He read the first few pages.
The tension in his jaw slowly relaxed.
He let out a long breath.
The system had not handed him a medieval forgery.
This text was the genuine article.
It was the absolute culmination of Solomon’s life’s work, built upon the foundation of the legendary Book of Raziel—the original text penned by an angel.
If Levi tossed this single tome into the Clock Tower, the Magus Association would tear themselves apart over it.
It contained enough lost mysteries to revive thousands of extinct magecraft lineages.
It was the true legacy of the King of Magecraft.
It detailed the construction of the Ark, the precise methodologies for summoning and binding both demons and spirits, the secret arts of the angels, the deepest mysteries of the demonic realms, and even fragments of manuscripts dictated by the True God.
It was, without a doubt, a priceless treasure.
But as Levi flipped through the dense, glowing script, his initial excitement cooled into pragmatic indifference.
He had no intention of building an Ark.
He had zero interest in getting tangled up in the convoluted politics of angelic secret arts.
Handing a grimoire of this magnitude to a physical brawler like him felt like a deep waste of resources.
, the vast majority of the magecraft inside was designed to make a human invincible.
But Levi was a Devil.
He was a creature born of magic.
Why would he need to study human theories on demonic summoning when he could just punch a demon in the face?
And as for the angelic arts—he was a creature of the Underworld.
Attempting to channel holy power would be incredibly counterproductive.
The only sections of genuine value to him were the True God’s manuscripts and Solomon’s personal research notes.
He skimmed the angelic arts and immediately discarded the concepts.
Useless.
He turned to the manuscripts of the True God.
The moment his eyes tracked the ancient symbols, he felt a strange, resonant power pulse deep within his chest.
It was undeniably potent, but its practical application in combat wasn’t immediately obvious.
He would have to decipher it later.
Finally, he flipped to the back of the tome, where Solomon’s personal research and theoretical magecraft were recorded.
Levi’s eyes slowly lit up as he read the complex diagrams and spell formulas.
A slow, dangerous smirk touched his lips.
If Solomon had used this against him, could the King of Magecraft have actually won?
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