Chapter 13: The Gods’ Second Mistake

The Aftermath of an Erased Calamity

The world should have been in ruins.

A Divine Calamity—a creature of destruction sent by the gods themselves—had descended, its mere presence enough to devastate entire nations. Kings and emperors should have been mourning the loss of their cities. The land should have been scarred by its rampage.

But none of that happened.

Because Frank Luminous erased it with a flick of his finger.

And now, the entire continent was left in silent terror.

Within the Royal Palace of Eldoria

In the grand throne room of the most powerful kingdom on the continent, King Alden Eldoria III sat stiffly on his golden throne. His hands trembled against the armrests, his knuckles turning white as he read the latest report.

"Your Majesty," his most trusted advisor, Duke Reinhardt, spoke carefully. "The Divine Calamity has… vanished."

Alden's throat was dry. "Vanished?"

"Not slain," the Duke emphasized. "Not defeated. Not even wounded. It was… erased. As if it had never existed in the first place."

The words sent a cold shiver through the king's spine.

"Who?" Alden's voice was hoarse. "Who did this?"

The Duke swallowed hard. "Frank Luminous."

Silence fell upon the throne room.

The king's hands clenched into fists. He had heard the name before. Every ruler on the continent had. But up until now, they had believed it to be nothing more than a legend.

A lazy noble who did nothing but sleep, read, and eat. A man who refused to govern his land, yet was feared by even the gods.

And now…

They had proof that the fear was justified.

"Send word to the other rulers," Alden finally spoke, his voice steady despite his racing heart. "From this moment forward… Frank Luminous is not to be touched. No one is to provoke him. No one is to challenge him. If any kingdom dares to offend him—it will be their own funeral."

The Duke bowed. "Understood, Your Majesty."

As he left the throne room, Alden exhaled shakily, wiping the sweat from his brow.

This was not a man they could afford to anger.

Back in the Divine Realm – The Gods' Desperation

Tyran, the God of War, stood frozen. His crimson eyes were locked onto the now-blank space where the Divine Calamity's fate should have been written.

It was gone.

Erased.

As if it had never existed.

The other gods remained silent. Even those who had once doubted the rumors of Frank's power could no longer deny it.

"Impossible…" Tyran muttered, his fists shaking. "No mortal should be able to—"

"This proves it," Astraea, the Goddess of Fate, whispered, her celestial gaze filled with something resembling fear. "Frank Luminous is beyond us."

Tyran gritted his teeth. "Then we test him again."

Zephiron, the God of Creation, finally spoke. "And how do you suggest we do that, Tyran? The first test ended in absolute failure. What makes you think the second will be any different?"

Tyran's lips curled into a smirk. "Because this time, we won't just send a calamity. We will send a god."

Astraea paled. "You would risk divine intervention?"

"Risk?" Tyran scoffed. "No, Astraea. I'm doing what should have been done long ago. If Frank Luminous is as strong as we fear, then we must see it for ourselves."

Zephiron sighed, but there was an unreadable glint in his golden eyes. "Very well. Choose your champion. But do not expect mercy if you fail."

Tyran's smirk widened.

He already knew exactly who to send.

Frank's Peaceful Afternoon—Interrupted Again

Back in the Luminous Manor, Frank sat under his usual cherry blossom tree, reading a book on magical theory. Elise sat nearby, carefully brewing a new tea recipe, while the birds chirped in the background.

Everything was peaceful.

Until the sky cracked open.

Again.

Elise stiffened. "No… not again…"

Frank sighed, already feeling another presence descending. He didn't even bother looking up as a blinding pillar of divine light struck the earth a few meters away from him. The wind howled, the trees bent, and the air itself trembled.

From the light emerged a towering figure—a god.

His form radiated power, his armor shimmering with divine energy. His golden spear crackled with raw destruction, and his crimson eyes burned with battle-lust.

Tyran's strongest war god.

The celestial warrior slowly raised his spear, his voice echoing with divine authority.

"Frank Luminous! I, Asmodeus, the God of Conquest, challenge you to battle!"

Frank sighed. Again?

Elise grabbed his sleeve. "Frank, this one's different. That's… That's a real god."

Frank finally turned a page. "And?"

Elise bit her lip. "And you can't just ignore him!"

Frank glanced at Asmodeus—who was literally radiating enough energy to destroy the entire kingdom—before calmly turning back to his book.

"No thanks. Too much effort."

A silence followed. Asmodeus blinked. Then his divine aura flared in rage.

"You dare refuse my challenge?!"

Frank yawned. "Yeah. I do."

Asmodeus roared, his divine spear lifting skyward. "Then I shall force you to fight!"

Frank exhaled, his golden eyes finally shifting away from his book.

"Listen," he said, his tone as casual as ever. "I've been patient. I've ignored the rumors. I've let the gods do whatever they want."

The wind froze. The very air seemed to collapse inward.

"But if you idiots keep disturbing my peace," Frank continued, his voice calm—too calm.

"Then I'll erase you too."

The world trembled.

Asmodeus, a god of war who had conquered thousands of realms, suddenly felt something he had never experienced before.

Fear.

For the first time in eternity—a god took a step back.

Frank Luminous didn't move. He didn't lift a weapon. He didn't unleash an attack.

He simply looked at him.

And at that moment, Asmodeus understood.

He was nothing.

Compared to Frank Luminous, he was no different from an insect crawling at the feet of an ancient beast.

Tyran had made a mistake.

A very, very big mistake.