“Wait, I’m Supposed to Become a Goddess?! But I’m a Guy!”

“After all,” Liam said, his voice low, “those who walk this path are already considered gods, gods who don’t need believers. Compared to those taboo beings, your path is even more... Hated, in a way or feared"

"Beings that required zero power of faith to support them" 

"But I wonder, for what purpose is your newly established religion for?" 

"After all, you don't really need people to believe in you anyway"

Mize fell silent, the weight of Liam's words sinking deep. "Well... I needed it for something" 

A quiet refusal to tell the truth, and Liam doesn't mind, in any case, he was more willing to support rather than to argue. 

'she probably has her own reasons'

"Anything you wish for, but be careful... There will be many challenges in this new project of yours"

"After all, to mortals, awakeners are god, and to Awakeners" He paused, "Those who walked these paths are god"

"There will be a variety of reactions"

Her gaze shifted, softening, almost distant, those ruby-red eyes dimming into thought.

“So even the common Awakeners in the warp fear people like me?” she murmured, descending a little, her form light as mist before landing atop the backrest of Liam’s chair. 

She perched there like a cat in quiet contemplation, legs crossed, her voice a curious hum. “They think I might bring trouble?”

“It’s not just that,” Liam replied, shaking his head. 

His arms lay relaxed, one draped across the seat’s edge, while the other loosely supported his head. 

His foot bounced slightly, rhythmically tapping the air. “Humans have always feared what they couldn’t understand.”

He gave her a look, brow raised ever so slightly. “Just imagine this, you’re on a battlefield, and you suddenly get the brightest idea of crafting a miniature nuclear reactor… then detonate it.”

“Ah.” Mize blinked once, her expression somewhere between surprise and amusement.

“Yes.” Liam chuckled, his smile faint but real. “The mere possibility is terrifying. But the scariest part?”

He turned, meeting her eyes without flinching. “You could create things far more dangerous than that.”

His gaze lingered. Those ruby eyes of hers shimmered strangely under the ambient light of the space, like two polished gems catching fire. “You’re something uncontrollable, Mimi. The same as False Gods. Taboo entities. People fear them, just like they fear you. Because you’re a variable. You can’t be predicted, and you can’t be countered.”

"Even the books I mentioned, on how to fight against existence like you... They were simply just an afterthought of those that failed to do so"

"The lucky few that survived"

“I see…” Mize exhaled, her voice hushed now.

 The mischief in her tone faded as her thoughts spiraled inward. “I get it now. I’m feared because I’m different.”

“Everyone becomes different the moment they step into the Warp,” Liam corrected gently. “But you… you’re beyond that. So don’t worry about being different.”

He paused, a flicker of caution touching his features. “But do be careful with the other Lords. Some of them... well, they might not take your existence too kindly. Especially once we are out of this trial world, be extremely careful, no matter how powerful you become, there's always someone stronger"

Mize’s lips curled in a lopsided grin, her tone turning playful again. “Then I’ll just drop a nuclear bomb in their territory.”

Liam twitched, mouth flattening. “Yes. That’s… certainly a solution.”

He turned his attention forward again, straightening slightly in his seat. “Anyway, let’s focus. Looks like the battle’s about to begin.”

“Mmhmm.” Mize bobbed her head, her legs swinging slightly as she followed his line of sight.

There, across the open space, the two figures that had been walking now came to a stop.

No unnecessary distance. No dramatic entrance. Just a clean, face-to-face standoff.

Aizen’s hand twirled idly, fingers spinning like a dancer playing with air. 

The smile never left his lips, broad, exaggerated, almost cartoonish, but his voice, when it came, was a whisper.

“Isn’t it splendid, Mr. Titrus?” he mused, eyes squinting into familiar crescent moons. “What a wonderful day. Fate has aligned us once again.”

"A fateful encounter! Perhaps we are destined to be friends!"

Titrus didn’t bother with words at first. One heavy step forward was enough. 

The stone floor beneath him quaked, a faint shockwave rippling outward. 

Dust curled at his feet like smoke.

“Fate, is it?” his voice rumbled, low and thunderous. “Then it seems even the heavens conspire against you… filthy beast.”

"Your smell is foul"

“Aww, such hostility,” Aizen replied with a tilt of the head, and then the tilt went further.

 His body bent sideways at the waist in a smooth, unnatural angle, his smile remaining eerily intact. 

“Come now, let’s enjoy this. Let’s dance until we’re satisfied.”

He brought his hands together in mock prayer, fingertips brushing as if in reverence. “I’m dying to see just how blinding your light really is.”

Then, his voice dipped lower, the smile somehow widening as he whispered, “Let’s see if it can swallow my darkness.”

Titrus snorted. A single word escaped, rough and dismissive:

“Pitiful.”

"You underestimated me"

There was no need for more words.

Titrus moved first. 

His massive right foot slammed forward, the motion fluid and heavy, and with a deafening BOOM he stomped the ground.

The floor cracked instantly under the weight of his power, spider webbing outward in jagged, wild lines. 

The air warped, the floors trembled and then Titrus lowered his stance, his left fist rising like a drawn hammer towering over the smiling demon before him.

Without hesitation, he thrust forward.

The air exploded as his fist collided directly against Aizen’s face.

WHAM!

A hurricane of force ripped through the ground, splintering stone like shattered glass.

 Aizen’s body shot backward like a broken kite caught in a gale, feet carving trenches into the floor as he tumbled violently across hundreds of meters. 

His body bent awkwardly from the impact, dragged across the cracked surface until, finally, his foot slammed down and locked him in place, anchoring him like an iron pillar.

He stood slowly, his posture unfazed despite the damage, though his face was another story. 

Flesh torn, blood streaking down in sickening rivulets, yet the smile remained stitched wide across his lips.

“Hahahaha!” Aizen cackled, the sound unhinged. “Truly! You’re a master of raw strength! What magnificent power!”

"Especially this searing pain that burns! Such a bright light!"

Titrus said nothing.

In a blink, he vanished from sight.

BOOM!

He reappeared at Aizen’s flank, a giant shadow moving faster than his size should allow. 

Dust exploded outward. 

The air snapped from the motion. 

And without wasting a breath, 

Titrus brought his massive fist down in a casual, brutal arc.

A downward jab?

"Die."

BOOOM!

The ground didn’t just crack, it erupted.

 Chunks of stone, as large as boulders, blasted upward into the air like a field of debris caught in an invisible explosion. 

A massive crater formed instantly, swallowing dozens of meters around them, the edges jagged sharp like broken teeth.

Titrus’ fist had buried itself deep into the earth, a small earthquake trembling outward from the impact zone.

Yet as the dust cleared, his brow furrowed slightly beneath the cold steel of his helmet.

Something was wrong.

Clinging to his armored glove was a squirming mass of dark, rotten flesh, and from it, a grinning face peeled itself open.

“OUTRAGEOUS POWER!” Aizen howled, the face contorting into manic laughter.

Titrus didn’t flinch.

Without hesitation.

BOOM!

He punched again.

BOOM!

And again.

BOOM!

And again.

A brutal, relentless storm of fists.

Each blow shattered the ground further, tearing apart the foundations of the floor like a child smashing through sandcastles.

 Massive slabs of stone floated upward for a breath before crashing down under their own weight. 

Dirt exploded upward in gory fountains, revealing the earth beneath.

With every punch, the crater deepened. With every impact, the sound of earth tearing apart echoed like war drums across the entire battlefield.

The tremors reached the distant stands where Liam and Mize sat.

Liam tapped his fingers rapidly against the armrest now, his expression unreadable save for the sharp gleam in his eyes.

“It seems your summoned heroes are a little… overpowered,” he mused dryly, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Mize, by contrast, beamed proudly. 

Her arms crossed over her chest, cheeks puffing slightly as each shockwave buffeted them, sending her hair fluttering in bursts of wild wind.

“Rather than praising Titrus,” Mize teased, her voice light but sly, “you should be worried whether Aizen’s going to survive this massacre at all.”

Liam chuckled. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, dear. When it comes to survival skills, no one beats Aizen in this territory.”

Mize’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oho? Big words. Let’s see how long your little cockroach can last, then.”

“Of course.”

Their attention snapped back toward the battlefield.

Titrus continued his merciless barrage, each strike carving deeper into the earth, each blow battering the increasingly tattered remains of Aizen.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The crater was massive now, nearly fifty meters across, a deep, ragged wound in the battlefield. 

Dust storms rose like angry ghosts, swirling high into the air, obscuring the space.

The noise was deafening, a ceaseless roar of destruction that made the earth tremble.

And still, Aizen grinned.

At the next moment, amid the chaos, Aizen’s body suddenly melted into a pool of black liquid, oozing rapidly across the broken stones.

Titrus’ next punch smashed into the ground, but the demon was no longer there.

From the pool of black, several shadowy tendrils shot upward, aiming to coil around Titrus’ arms and legs, trying to bind him in place.

Titrus’ response was as cold as it was brutal.

BOOM!

He twisted his body, tearing free with a flex of pure strength. The tendrils shredded apart like wet paper.

From the broken earth, Aizen emerged, a giant mouth splitting open across his chest, firing a concentrated beam of chaotic dark energy straight at Titrus’ exposed flank.

For a moment, it seemed as if it would connect.

But Titrus shifted. A single, effortless side-step.

The beam missed him by a breath, carving a deep trench 30 meters long into the ground behind him, slicing through stone and soil like a blade through butter.

Titrus tilted his helmeted head slightly, studying Aizen with what could almost be called boredom.

Then he moved.

One massive fist rocketed forward, catching Aizen cleanly in the gut before he could react.

BOOM!

Aizen’s body bent around the impact like a puppet having its strings cut, then shot backward once more, smashing through the floor, skidding across the ground until his body embedded into the far distance with a deep, bone-crunching crack.

For a moment, the battlefield quieted.

Dust and debris floated lazily through the air, catching the pale light.

Then.

“Hahahaha, cough cough, HAHAHAHA!”

"What a beast you are!" 

"Tier 4?"

"Tier 5?" 

"Have you taken a step into that realm already?!"

Aizen’s battered form wriggled free from the stone, blood dripping from his forehead, arms broken at odd angle, but the grin never left his face.

“That’s it... more!” he hissed, black ichor dripping from his mouth, voice raspy but burning with mad glee. “Show me more, you monstrous brute!”

"Let me feel alive!"

Titrus snorted, his eyes gleaming like a rolling thunder behind the helmet. 

"Pitiful beast, taking pleasure from death"

He simply began walking forward again, unhurried, each step shaking the ground.