The beastmen, after stealing the golden ball, tried to hide inside a den deep underground. But as luck would have it, they were already being followed—by very powerful individuals.
Elite soldiers from the Heavenly Sect, based literally in heaven, descended to reclaim the golden ball in the name of the gods. But they weren't the only ones.
Heroes of Humanity and Demon Lords arrived as well, all eager for the prize.
A violent battle broke out.
On the human side, four legendary heroes joined the fray. Among them were Eria, the mage(remember her??); Devon, the shield/tank(remember him??); a renowned swordsman called Jin aka Jin no Tora; and the sharp-eyed marksman, Tiro Santo.
Somewhere in a quiet room far away, Agnes sneezed.
"…Someone's fighting over my nut again, aren't they."
In the midst of the chaos, the golden ball was knocked high into the sky.
Everything stopped.
All eyes rose to the heavens as the glowing ball slowly descended. Even in the middle of a separate battle, two powerful fighters were fighting—Zenith wielding a sword of light, and a dragon-saintess, Ulam, breathing fire that scorched the ground.
Ulam towered above him in her massive dragon form, eyes glowing like furnaces, smoke curling from her nostrils.
Zenith tightened his grip on his sword.
"Big-ass fire-breathing chicken," he yelled, dodging a barrage of fireballs, "you gonna fight or just cosplay as a fireworks show?"
Ulam growled, then smirked—yes, somehow, even in dragon form.
"You've got a lot of bark for someone one sneeze away from becoming charcoal."
She flapped her wings, summoning a storm of searing flames.
Zenith dashed through them, slicing through the air, his sword glowing like a star. He shouted mid-air, "What's wrong? Wings too tired from dragging that ego around?!"
Ulam inhaled, flames building in her throat.
|Oh crap. She's charging the big one.|
Zenith thought fast. He used his light sword to carve a mirror-like surface in mid-air—right as Ulam unleashed a massive Dragon's Breath.
Suddenly—BONK—the golden ball smacked Ulam right on the forehead.
BOOOOM!!!
A massive explosion rippled out, stunning the audience and knocking both Zenith and Ulam to the ground.
From the skies above, floating commentators stared in disbelief.
"W-Wait… isn't that the prize of the tournament?! Why is it here?!"
Everyone paused, then charged toward the crater.
Even Zenith and Ulam blinked at each other, confused.
At that moment, the kings of the three realms were making their moves.
King of Heaven: Elyon Thalor
He turned to his general, expression annoyed.
"General, are the soldiers ready?"
The general stood tall. "Yes, sir."
Elyon scowled. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU, GENITAL! TALK TO ME IN ALL CAPS."
General screamed "...YES SIR!!!"
The general, now visibly regretting his career choice, shouted, "YES SIR!!!"
Elyon nodded with divine smugness. "That's more like it."
King of Hell: Zereth Amon
The Demon King rose from his throne, looking tired and annoyed.
He was the husband of the late Demon Empress from Chapter 1 (yeah, remember her?) and the cool goth uncle of Zenith.
He cracked his neck and turned to his general."Are the preparations ready? Don't disappoint me. Those other two shiny kings probably already ironed their capes. We agreed this tournament would stall the war because none of us were ready. And now, it's time!"
King of Humanity: Souta Minami
Ah yes. Of course.
A Japanese high schooler turned king. Because of course he got hit by a truck. Of course he woke up in another world. And of course he built a harem, featuring an elf with gravity-defying boobs and emotional damage.
Souta was scrolling through his system interface while sipping his tea. He turned to his overly-busty elf attendant and said, "Is our army prepared?"
She giggled like she was contractually obligated to. "Yes, my lord~"
Souta nodded seriously. "My system update ends in like, five minutes. Let's go end the war before the patch notes drop."
All three kings prepared to activate their Golden-tier artifacts.
The tournament?
Cancelled.
Meanwhile, in Agnes' Room…
Agnes sat calmly on his bed.
"Another body part, huh?" he muttered. "What is it this time? Eyes? Toes?"
Suddenly, his mouth began to glow.
"...Wait—my tongue?!"
He rushed to the mirror, panicked—only to see one of his teeth, loose and glowing.
He gently wiggled it with his finger.
Wiggle.
Wiggle-wiggle.
Plop.
Plink.
It fell.
He picked it up, studied it, tried everything—channeling magic into it, chanting random spells.
Nothing.
He tried fire magic.Nothing.
He even whispered a demonic incantation from one of his books—just in case.
Nothing worked.
Frustrated, he collapsed on his bed.
Then… he remembered something.
A childhood fairy tale which he used to tell to his niece.
The Tooth Fairy.
"…No way that works."
Still, desperate times call for desperate folklore. Agnes hesitated only for a second before shoving the glowing tooth under his pillow.
Within seconds, a beautiful woman appeared, floating in the air.
Agnes didn't even blink.
"Oh hey, what's up, big sis?"
She tilted her head. "Wow. You're uglier than the last ten kids I visited combined."
Agnes nodded solemnly. "Thank you."
She smiled. "I am the Tooth Fairy. I can grant you a wish."
Agnes asked immediately, "Can I get my body part back?"
She floated down. "I can't summon it to you directly—but I can help you find the easiest route to recover it. That's my ability."
"So… could you reverse time or something?"
She giggled. "Sweetie, I don't do things. I calculate the optimal and easiest path using everything—past, present, a little bit of the future."
Agnes sighed. "So what do I need to do?"
She crossed her legs in midair. "You wait until someone wins the war, preferably after they've lost half their friends, then you sneak in and steal the golden ball."
"…So stealing is the answer?"
"It's your ball."
"…Touché."
Agnes frowned. "Won't I die if I try? I'm weak."
She beamed. "That's why you'll go to the Endless Peak. Time flows differently there—one day equals a thousand years. Perfect for cultivation or magic research."
Agnes blinked. "…Won't I die of old age? I'm not immortal"
"You're… kind of immortal," she admitted. "You can die, sure. But not of aging. Your body… it's strange. Like you have some kind low tier of eternal life."
"…Cool," rubbed his face. "Where is this mountain?"
"I'll teleport you. But don't forget the books you bought. You're going to need them."
He nodded and picked up the bag of manuals, scrolls, and cultivation guides.
"One last question," he said. "If you can teleport me, why not teleport the ball too?"
She stared seriously.
"Because this war is supposed to happen. It's… canon. If we change that, the entire universe will break."
Agnes groaned. "Fine. Let's do this."
He looked down at his glowing tooth, clutched his books, and nodded.
"Teleport me already."