Glimpse of the Future: I don't pray for Miracle, I make them!

The once-thriving city now lay in ruin, its grand streets drenched in blood, its towering spires crumbling under the assault of a monstrous horde. A sinister cult, clad in brass and crimson armor, moved like a living tide, chanting the name of their dark deity—Khorne, the God of War and Blood.

Screams filled the air. Fires raged unchecked.

"Mommy! I'm scared!"

"It's okay, sweetheart. The soldiers and the Emperor will protect us."

"Hold your position! We must not let them advance any further!"****"For the glory of the GOLDEN EMPEROR!"

"Your Golden Emperor has already abandoned you! Accept your fate and be grateful—your blood shall fuel the tribute to Khorne!"

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

A desperate resistance was failing. Warriors of the Golden Emperor fought valiantly, but the enemy's savagery was overwhelming. A berserker raised his axe over a wounded soldier—

And then reality itself cracked open.

A cosmic rift tore through the battlefield, light and shadow swirling together. From its depths, a lone figure emerged—a man clad in ethereal robes, woven with the shifting hues of the cosmos. His long black hair flowed like the strands of fate itself, his crimson eyes burning with celestial power.

"Is all of this mess your fault?"

Silence fell as both sides turned to the newcomer.

A Chaos warlord snarled, stepping forward. "Who the hell are you?! Did you come here to die?"

The man's gaze was cold and unyielding. "I am Nathan, son of the Golden Emperor and the Nightmare. I am here to erase every single one of you."

The surviving soldiers gasped in relief. Civilians whispered prayers of gratitude.

The daemons hesitated for a moment—before their insatiable bloodlust took over. One leaped forward, swinging its jagged blade.

"Malevolent Gravity."

Nathan raised a hand.

The charging daemons collapsed under an unseen force. Flesh and armor imploded as a crushing weight—2,000 times Earth's gravity—descended upon them. Within seconds, they were reduced to a smear of blood and metal.

A moment of stunned silence. Then, the cultists and Chaos Marines let out a frenzied roar, charging in blind desperation.

"He is but one man! Kill him!"

Nathan's expression remained impassive. He slowly raised a finger.

"Entropy."

Shadows burst forth, forming mirror-clones of Nathan—each one wielding the same immense power. But as the clones attacked, they moved in reverse, defying logic, copying Nathan's actions moments before he even performed them.

The battlefield became a dance of destruction.

The clones struck with inhuman precision—one tearing through a berserker's chest, another warping space itself to rip apart a Daemon Engine. The city trembled under the fury of a one-man army.

The battle raged for an entire day.

And then, it was over.

The once-chaotic battlefield now lay silent, littered with the remains of Khorne's followers. The city stood—bruised, battered, but victorious.

Nathan, exhausted, exhaled deeply. "It's... finally over." His body wavered, then began to fall—

Only to be caught by two pairs of hands.

On his right—a woman with long crimson hair, her dress flowing like blood and shadow, her beauty both enchanting and deadly.

On his left—a silver-haired beauty with emotionless eyes, yet a quiet warmth hidden beneath her icy exterior.

They were sisters. His childhood friends. His greatest headache.

The redhead glared at him. "You. Idiot."

Nathan, still dazed, blinked. "...Huh?"

Her grip tightened. "Do you think we're stupid?! 'I went out to buy milk'—REALLY?! That was your excuse?! Nathan, you went into a battle against a Chaos Legion ALONE!"

The white-haired girl nodded, voice calm but firm. "You are reckless, Nathan. As punishment, you cannot go anywhere without us for two weeks. Or I will report you to Kurumi-san."

Nathan paled. "Oi, oi, don't bring my mom into this—Uncle Peter is going to be worried to see his beloved daughter go to a dangerous place like the battlefield and I don't want you two to get harmed by the evil that lurks in the Empire. It's my responsibility to make sure my people are safe from evil deities like Khorne."

SMACK.

Both girls hit him on the head.

Nathan groaned, rubbing the spot. "Is this how you treat a war hero?! I demand—" He caught sight of their terrifying expressions. "...I deeply apologize for my actions."

The redhead smirked. "Good boy~."

The silver-haired girl nodded. "We understand why you did it, but trust us—we are not weak. I'm the daughter of Shiro and my power is undeniable! I already vow to protect you and the people you love from your enemies."

Nathan sighed, offering a small smirk. "Fine, fine. Guess I'm just too handsome and popular for my own good."

Silence.

The redhead's smile turned... dangerous. "Lily~ you know what we must do with this bad puppy, right?"

Lily nodded. Without hesitation, she conjured crimson silk threads, wrapping Nathan like a cocoon. Then, with unnatural strength, she lifted him in a bridal carry.

Nathan's eyes widened in horror. "W-WHAT THE HELL?! Where are you taking me?!"

The redhead giggled. "Don't worry about the city—your father will handle the rest. More importantly, we must... 'treat' you back to health."

Lily's blank face softened—just slightly. "We will be gentle."

Nathan shivered. "NOOOOO!!!"

As he was carried away by two dangerously beautiful and equally sadistic women, he silently cursed his fate.

'DAMN YOU, DAD! WHY AM I SURROUNDED BY SCARY WOMEN?!'

To be continued...