The Illusion of the Creator: A Hidden Truth

The battlefield was silent.

The world around them seemed to have frozen in time. The once chaotic maelstrom of energy that surrounded their battle had long since dissipated. The sky, once split apart by their unimaginable clash, had begun to heal, celestial lights dancing like faint whispers of creation.

Guy lay there, his body broken, his breath ragged. He had given it everything—his Napalm Burst, his brute strength, his Unique Skill: Pride. Yet, none of it had been enough. Veldanava had barely even moved.

The realization struck like a bolt of thunder—he had never stood a chance.

And then, Veldanava, the Supreme Being, had spoken the unthinkable.

"Would you like to work for me?"

Guy's thoughts froze. His battered form still lay on the ground, but his mind raced.

Did I… hear that correctly?

His red eyes, still filled with the embers of battle, slowly lifted to meet Veldanava's. The omnipotent dragon gazed down at him, an amused glimmer in his golden, ancient eyes.

He's serious.

Guy had expected death, welcomed it even. In his mind, if he could not be the strongest, what was left? He had fought, conquered, and ruled. And yet, Veldanava now offered him something else entirely—a purpose.

Guy finally managed to speak, his voice rough but still filled with his usual arrogance. "You want me to work for you?" He scoffed, spitting blood to the side. "What could I possibly offer you?"

Veldanava's lips curled into a faint smile. "Strength."

Guy's eyes narrowed.

Veldanava took a step forward, and despite the absence of any visible pressure, the sheer weight of his presence made Guy's very soul tremble.

"You are strong, Guy. But strength without purpose is meaningless." Veldanava's voice was like the roar of creation itself, yet it held a warmth that was almost… inviting. "With the right guidance, you could use your power for something greater. Instead of destruction, you could bring balance."

Guy gritted his teeth. His whole existence had been about proving himself, about being the apex predator. And now, he was being offered a role that seemed… contradictory.

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "You want me… to be a mediator? To maintain balance?"

"Exactly." Veldanava's smile remained, unshaken. "The world is young. The species that inhabit it—humans, monsters, demons, dragons—they will continue to grow. But unchecked ambition, unchecked hatred, will only lead to annihilation." He gestured toward the sky. "You will be my agent in this world. Not to rule, but to ensure that it does not destroy itself."

Guy stared at him, searching for some hidden mockery in Veldanava's words. But there was none. The supreme deity truly believed in him.

How ironic.

The one who sought only battle, the one who took pleasure in chaos and dominance, was now being asked to ensure order.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Tch… fine." He forced himself up, his limbs screaming in protest. Blood still dripped from his wounds, yet his crimson eyes burned with a new fire. "I'll do it."

His gaze locked onto Veldanava's, fierce and unwavering. "I, Guy, shall be the mediator of this world. I shall maintain its balance."

For the first time, Veldanava's smile broadened. "Good."

And then, it happened.

Veldanava's golden dragon eyes began to shine, a divine radiance spilling forth like a celestial tide. The world itself seemed to bend under his will as an unimaginable force surged into Guy.

Guy's breath hitched. His Unique Skill: Pride—the very essence of his power—began to shift.

Then, he heard it.

A voice beyond existence itself, a celestial decree echoing through his very soul, The VOTW...

[The Unique Skill: Pride has met the conditions for evolution.]

[Evolving into the Ultimate Skill: Lucifer, Lord of Pride.]

Guy's eyes widened as he felt an incomprehensible surge of power. His very being expanded, reaching new heights he had never even imagined. His understanding of battle, of the world itself, sharpened.

This… this was true power.

He clenched his fists, feeling the overwhelming force coiling within him. His aura, once terrifying, was now refined, absolute, divine.

"An Ultimate Skill…" He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "So this is what true power feels like…"

Veldanava chuckled. "A gift. To help you in your task."

But he wasn't done.

With a mere wave of his hand, a sword materialized before Guy.

No—this was no ordinary weapon.

The moment it appeared, the very air quaked. The world seemed to recognize it, bowing to its presence. The blade shimmered with a light beyond mortal comprehension, an artifact of pure creation.

A Genesis-grade sword.

One of the strongest swords in existence.

Guy's heart pounded. Even before touching it, he could feel its power.

With an almost reverent movement, he reached out, his fingers wrapping around the hilt. The instant he did—

BOOM.

A shockwave exploded from the point of contact, tearing through the battlefield. Guy's hair whipped violently.

It was alive.

The sword's power resonated with him, as if recognizing its wielder. It did not simply obey him—it became a part of him.

For the first time in a long time, Guy was impressed.

His smirk returned, sharper than ever. "Hah. You really are full of surprises, aren't you?"

Veldanava simply nodded. "Use it well."

Guy twirled the blade, testing its weight—it was perfect.

This was it.

A new path. A new purpose.

He, who had once sought only strength, now held the responsibility of maintaining balance.

The Mediator, Demon Lord Guy was born.

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Arion furrowed his brows, his mind racing. Work for him? In what way? As an enforcer? A guardian? A strategist? Veldanava's words were too vague, too cryptic, leaving too much room for speculation.

Veldora scoffed beside him. "Tch. What kind of job do you think he's offering?"

Diablo's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Oh? This could be interesting. A Demon Lord in the direct service of the Creator… That is a rare sight indeed."

Testarossa, ever the calculating one, kept her gaze locked onto the two figures. "If Guy accepts, it could shift the entire balance of power. But why now? Why him?"

Then, in an instant, Veldanava and Guy vanished—gone in a flicker of divine light, without another word, without another explanation.

The silence that followed was thick with confusion.

That was it?

No details, no elaboration—just a simple request and departure.

Arion clenched his fists. Something felt wrong. He had been carefully watching for any clues, any subtle shifts in energy, but it was as if the entire conversation had simply ended too abruptly.

Veldora huffed, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, that was… anti-climactic."

Diablo chuckled, though there was an unmistakable glint of intrigue in his golden eyes. "Indeed. But I doubt that's the full story."

Testarossa exhaled slowly. "What exactly did we just witness?"

Arion remained silent. His instincts screamed that there was more to this than what they had seen, but no matter how much he replayed the moment in his mind, no matter how deeply he analyzed it, he couldn't shake the feeling that they had missed something crucial.

And they had.

For Veldanava who was aware of Arion spies, had cast an illusion—an illusion so seamless, so absolute, that even their keen senses had been fooled.

The truth of the conversation remained hidden.

And as the four of them stood there, left only with speculation, the real events between Veldanava and Guy were unfolding beyond their perception—a secret that none of them would uncover until it was far too late.