"Just who are you???"
Ishtar was filled with wariness and vigilance.
She looked like nothing more than an ordinary golden-haired, twin-tailed little girl, so why did she radiate such overwhelming pressure?
Standing there, it was as though countless timelines and the wails of innumerable worlds swirled around her.
Endless calamities swirled around the figure, making it the source of all evil.
An ordinary person would never be able to sense this aura.
Even she had only been able to detect it immediately because she had spent so much time by the side of the Mother Goddess Tiamat.
It was terrifying!
So terrifying that even her divine essence trembled in fear!
"Hmph, what exactly are you trying to do?" Roya snorted coldly.
She had long disliked this person—someone who was clearly poor but insisted on pretending to be a noble young lady.
And now, this woman actually dared to corner Souma on the rooftop? Absolutely ridiculous!
It was autumn, not the season of spring when all creatures were in heat!
Without hesitation, Roya strode forward, positioning herself between the woman and Souma.
As she did, she felt a constant breeze brushing against her.
And a peculiar scent.
It made her involuntarily mutter, "The stench of a witch!"
"You—!"
Ishtar gritted her teeth in anger.
Strangely, the overwhelmingly terrifying aura from before seemed to vanish like an illusion.
The golden-haired twin-tailed little girl before her remained in her ordinary state.
What in the world was going on?
As she stood there in confusion, Souma reached out and grabbed Roya's golden twin-tails, pulling her close.
"Hey, hey! Don't pull my hair!"
The bratty child pouted angrily in protest.
Souma bent down and whispered softly into her ear, "Let me borrow your body for a moment."
"Huh? Borrow what?"
Roya felt her ear tingle, her cheeks flushing red.
Doing something like this in front of another girl—wasn't that way too bold?
Buzz~
A faint ripple of energy spread, and she suddenly blacked out.
"Sorry, I'll make you something delicious tonight!"
Souma silently apologized in his heart.
After fulfilling his role as the Savior and returning to ordinary life, he had used most of his remaining power to restrain the bratty child, layering her with countless protective seals.
Thus, when danger arose, the only option was to temporarily knock her unconscious.
This allowed him to withdraw the immense power he had poured into her body to combat the threat.
Once a day, for no more than three minutes at a time.
Any more, and he might lose control over the bratty child entirely—unleashing a world-ending demon king.
"I wanted to live as an ordinary person… Why do you force my hand?"
Souma sighed softly.
Three minutes—just like Ultraman's time limit. Really not long enough.
"So you really aren't ordinary!"
Ishtar grew even more suspicious and uneasy.
What kind of ordinary person would raise a little girl with such a terrifying aura?
What kind of ordinary person could remain so calm in the face of divine pressure?
She suddenly laughed. "You're a strange one, but giving up your greatest trump card? What a foolish human!"
That golden-haired twin-tailed little girl was the one she had been most wary of.
This boy before her? Not even worth a second thought!
In her hands, gemstones suddenly appeared, each brimming with vast magical energy.
After possessing this impoverished young lady's body, Ishtar had frustratingly discovered that she could only use jewel magecraft.
Her combat power had been reduced to a fraction of its original might.
But it was enough.
She, Ishtar, was an invincible goddess!
Once she captured this boy, she could finally enjoy a blissful life in the human world!
"Foolish mortal, do you truly believe you can challenge a god?" Ishtar sneered.
In an instant, she exhausted all the gems in her host's possession—after all, they weren't hers to begin with, so she felt no regret in using them!
Gems formed an inescapable net, completely sealing off all possible escape routes for the young man in every direction—front, back, left, right, up, and down.
Yet Souma remained utterly calm. With a snap of his fingers, he declared: "Za Warudo!"
Hum~
An incomparably mysterious force radiated outward from him.
Everything around began to slow down.
The spinning gems, the dust floating in the air—everything decelerated.
[Time Alter!]
A formidable magecraft that accelerated time within his body, effectively stopping the world around him.
In this drastically slowed world, he effortlessly dodged every attack.
He swung the hilt of his dagger hard toward the girl's head.
However.
A layer of magecraft defense surrounded her, rendering his strike futile.
When everything returned to normal.
Ishtar was utterly shocked: "You can manipulate the time within your own body?!"
How could someone with such terrifying magecraft remain nameless?
Nameless—
The words slipped out of her mouth instantly: "Could you be Nameless?"
"I'm not, I don't have it, don't spout nonsense!"
Souma denied it without hesitation, feeling slightly troubled.
To pierce through a god's turtle shell, he would have to go all out.
But going all out would inevitably draw the attention of the entire world, bringing every Heroic Spirit to his doorstep!
This was a bit tricky...
Buzz~
At that moment, as if awakened by the word [Nameless], faint golden light silently appeared.
It transformed into a golden belt, wrapping around his waist.
From it extended golden chains, coiling around the goddess before him!
Ishtar struggled with all her might but couldn't break free.
She glared at Souma furiously: "Even the Chains of Heaven willingly accompany you, and you still claim you're not Nameless?"
Indeed, these inexplicably appearing golden chains were none other than the Chains of Heaven, Enkidu!
"Fine, I won't hide it anymore. I confess, I'm a Kamen Rider, and this is my transformation belt!" Souma said pretentiously, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
"You bastard, go lie to the ghosts!"
Ishtar's face flushed red.
The golden chains wrapped around her body in loops, forcing her into an extremely humiliating M-shaped pose, her slender legs spread wide open.
As a dignified goddess, when had she ever experienced such treatment?
Ishtar gnashed her teeth: "Damn Nameless... Stop rushing me, I quit, I'll leave it to you!"
"Uh, if I said I can't control these chains, would you believe me?"
Souma looked slightly embarrassed.
It seemed that being exposed by [Alaya]'s video had awakened the Chains of Heaven, manifesting them bit by bit in this era, much like Avalon.
Previously shattered completely, Enkidu hadn't fully regained consciousness, retaining only the instinct to protect him.
Huh? Why has the scent changed?
Souma suddenly noticed a different divine fragrance and looked at her in surprise.
Her face was blank, as if broken.
A few seconds later.
She revived again, looking around in confusion.
Then, noticing her current state, she let out a shriek: "Why is this happening?"
Her face turned as red as a ripe apple, finally understanding why her sister had been willing to let her descend through the same channel.
"Hey~"
Souma coughed lightly in greeting.
He had already realized that the person had changed—it was the protagonist of Flower of the Underworld, which he had just finished watching—
The Queen of the Underworld, Ereshkigal!
This made him feel even stranger.
Damn, the three-in-one Rin.
Marrying one was like marrying three—triple the happiness!
Simultaneously possessing the tsundere Rin, the useless goddess Rin, and the shy, adorable Rin... a perfectly legal harem!
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