I exhaled slowly, my rage from the battle now fully subsided. The three vertical line marks on my forehead—the seals that restrained my full potential—had mended themselves, closing back to their original form.

  Lady Death gazed at me, her otherworldly presence unwavering, yet her expression carried an unspoken understanding. She had already assessed the scene around us—the countless bodies of my fallen companions, subordinates, and the people of Sado Island.

  She sighed softly, a sound that carried the weight of the cosmos. Without hesitation, her power surged, reaching beyond the boundaries of time and existence. In an instant, the dead returned to life. The gravely wounded were restored. Not only did she revive the fallen warriors of Sado, but her reach extended even further—touching Okinawa itself, an act that did not go unnoticed.

  Queen Yuka, watching from afar, stood frozen in disbelief. The impossible had just unfolded before her very eyes.

  I turned to Lady Death, gratitude swelling within me.

  "Thank you," I said sincerely.

  She simply smiled, her expression unreadable.

  Yet, even in her mercy, Lady Death was not without claim. The souls of our attackers—the invaders who had stained both islands with blood—were hers now. She summoned them from the void, binding them to herself, consuming them as effortlessly as a breath of air. Even the essence of Arch Demon Achamoth—obliterated into nothingness by my hand—was pulled back from the abyss. Lady Death willed it, and so it was.

  The islanders marveled.

  Even my demon subordinates, seasoned warriors of the supernatural world, were stunned.

  They had always known of her, feared her, revered her—but to see her stand beside me, to witness the quiet familiarity between us, unsettled them in ways they could not fully comprehend.

  To most, Lady Death was an entity beyond comprehension, an immutable force that even the most powerful supernatural beings feared to invoke. And yet, here she stood… answering my call.

  Later, within the privacy of my chambers, we spoke.

  She congratulated me on my ascension, acknowledging my evolution from an Unkillable Demon Lord to an Unkillable Arch Demon. But there was more.

  "The supernatural hierarchy is displeased," she informed me, her voice calm yet weighted with meaning. "They see you as a rank breaker, a disruptor of order. Your existence alone shakes the foundations of power. Even gods and supreme deities whisper your name with unease, desperate to challenge you—either to test your limits or to eliminate you before you can rise any further."

  Her gaze lingered on me, sharp yet laced with something else. Concern? Amusement? Something in between?

  "I hope you're prepared for what’s coming, Joseph," she added. "Your world, your people… everything you’ve built will be tested."

  I leaned back slightly, absorbing her words.

  "That aside," she continued with a faint smirk, "I was pleased to answer your call. I was beginning to wonder when I would see you again."

  She raised an eyebrow. "I figured you might be occupied. I didn’t want to repeat what happened last time."

  Lady Death chuckled, her expression curling into a knowing smile.

  "Ah, last time," I mused. "Yes… best not to disturb me when I’m otherwise engaged."

  The memory flickered in my mind, but before I could dwell on it, she stepped closer.

  Then, with a voice barely above a whisper, she spoke something into my ear.

  I froze.

  My eyes widened.

  "No… that’s impossible."

  The words echoed in my mind.

  Lady Death was… pregnant.

  For me.

  I struggled to process it.

  "How? She is Death—a concept, an embodiment, an entity beyond physical form. She is both personified and formless. She is genderless, yet chooses to appear in whatever shape she desires. She is eternal, untouchable, unfathomable."

  And yet…

  She carried my child.

  Lady Death merely watched me, her smile deepening as if she could hear the chaos unraveling within my mind.

  A whirlwind of thoughts surged through my mind. If Lady Death was truly pregnant, then our children—our twins—would possess unimaginable power. I could only begin to fathom what I had gotten myself into.

  I already had several Unkillable children, ones still under the care of Yoshi's powerful siblings—Alara, Seraphina, and Aris. And now, this.

  I exhaled, rubbing my temples.

  Lady Death noticed my reaction. She had always known—not just about my past, but about the burden I carried.

  And then… she laughed.

  It was a soft, knowing laugh, yet laced with something almost mischievous.

  She wasn’t joking.

  She was truly pregnant.

  But what she said next unsettled me far more than the revelation itself.

  "I want to be free," she said, her voice carrying a strange kind of yearning. "I want to experience the mortal world."

  I froze.

  Lady Death—the embodiment of death, the eternal force that governs the balance of existence—wanted to manifest permanently in the physical realm?

  I felt troubled.

  "Why?" I asked, my voice low, cautious. "And… if you leave your role behind, who will take your place?"

  Her answer sent another shock through me.

  "It will be my other half," she said. "Lady Life."

  I whispered the name, barely believing it.

  "Life and Death… two halves of the same force. Opposites and yet equal. One cannot exist without the other."

  "You’ve truly thought this through," I murmured, forcing a smile.

  She returned it, her gaze unreadable.

  But I needed to know more.

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  "What is my role in this?" I asked. "And what will happen to our unborn children?"

  Lady Death had already anticipated my question.

  She explained her plan.

  Our twins—a male and a female—would act as the gateway for her and her other half to materialize in the physical world. However, only Lady Death would gain a permanent form. Lady Life, on the other hand, would retain her ability to shift between the physical and spiritual realms.

  The reason for this was simple: though both entities could already take form when they wished, their true appearances were incomprehensible to most mortals. To gaze upon them in their full essence was often too much for lesser beings to withstand.

  That’s where I came in.

  The moment I ascended to godhood, I would gain the ability to separate Life and Death as distinct, independent entities—permanently stabilizing their roles while ensuring the balance remained intact.

  It wasn’t a bad idea.

  And so, I agreed.

  Lady Death smiled, satisfied. She knew the moment I ascended, she would feel it, and our plans would begin.

  Then, without another word, she vanished back into her realm.

  The agreement was set.

  Yet, when I stepped out of my chamber… something was different.

  The Islanders and my subordinates bowed to me—deeper than ever before.

  Reverence.

  I frowned slightly. Why?

  Was it because they had seen me with Lady Death?

  Or… was it something else?

  I raised my hand, signaling for them all to rise.

  They obeyed instantly.

  I told them that I was still the same me, that there was no need for excessive reverence. Respect should be mutual, I reminded them. We stand together, side by side.

  Yet, despite my words, Beleviamoth and Beliamoth—the twin arch demonesses who had evolved during battle—stood with a newfound intensity in their eyes.

  The moment I ascended to Arch Demonhood, they had ascended as well, becoming Higher Arch Demons.

  It was an unspoken bond, an evolution that rippled across my subordinates, binding us all in ways few could comprehend.

  These sisters—descendants of the late Leviathan and Behemoth—had once carried the weight of their lineage. Their parents had pursued power above all else, believing it justified any cost. I had slain them for their ambition.

  Yet, Beleviamoth and Beliamoth never sought vengeance. They understood why their parents had fallen. Rather than opposing me, they had chosen to follow me.

  Now, they stood before me, unwavering in their devotion.

  “You are far greater than you realize, my lord,” Beleviamoth said.

  Beliamoth nodded. “Despite your power—despite being above all others—you treat your people as equals. You are compassionate in ways even deities fail to be.”

  Their words were true… but that was never my goal.

  “I do not seek worship,” I said, my voice firm. “Not now. Perhaps not ever.”

  And yet, they insisted.

  To them, I was already a god above gods.

  I denied it still.

  But something far greater was unfolding.

  My evolution had changed everything.

  Not only had my subordinates everywhere evolved, but even the Islanders themselves had ascended to new heights. Even those who had already become Arch Demons in battle had been further empowered by my transformation.

  Our world was shifting.

  And now, it was time to rebuild.

  I spoke to them of restoration, of magic tech, of ensuring our land would thrive once more.

  Then, one of the Islanders stepped forward.

  In his hands, he carried the surviving fragments of our magic tech. Its nano-regeneration had been slow—too slow. But the moment I touched it…

  A surge of power erupted through me.

  In an instant, the fragment responded. Its regeneration accelerated beyond anything we had ever seen, evolving before our very eyes.

  The core of our magic tech—an XPT Orb—manifested in my grasp.

  And then…

  It unleashed itself.

  A wave of energy engulfed the entire island.

  Before us, our homes—our structures—rebuilt themselves. Not just restored, but perfected.

  And then…

  We felt it.

  A link—an invisible thread—connecting to Okinawa itself.

  Their magic tech responded, synchronizing with ours. Across the sea, their lands began to heal just as ours had.

  Queen Yuka, from within her palace, marveled at what she had just witnessed.

  A miracle.

  Within two weeks, both Sado Island and Okinawa were perfect once more.

  Within that time, Queen Yuka and I had traveled to the Kokoro Heart Federation, ensuring our alliance was solidified. Together, we had strengthened the bonds between Hoshigawa and Kaito Town, ruled by Koji Tanaka—who now had full access to magic tech for both of his regions.

  Kokoro herself was pleased with our efforts.

  With each step, we were expanding our reach.

  But there was still one challenge left.

  The cities.

  Our next goal was to extend our influence into urban territories—to bring magic tech into the heart of civilization itself.

  Yet, before we could take that step…

  Two days later, Sado Island received unexpected visitors.

  Warriors.

  Sent by the Katsuragi Holy Church.

  They had come to investigate our growing power.

  And if they deemed us a threat…

  They would intervene.

  The warriors sent by the Katsuragi Holy Church were fierce in their own way.

  Perhaps it was their aura levels or the holy weapons they wielded that made them formidable.

  But whatever the case, I was not about to stand idle.

  Some among them had other intentions toward my people. Yet, when they arrived on Sado Island, what they found shocked them to their core—so much so that even the most powerful among them shivered.

  They had expected to find a stronghold of demons, something dark and chaotic.

  Instead, they stepped into a flourishing paradise.

  Our island had evolved beyond what any city had ever achieved, resembling a small futuristic empire, seamlessly merged with magic tech. They could not believe their eyes. Some mistook Sado for a kingdom, others saw it as a thriving prefecture.

  But the true moment of disbelief came when they witnessed the lives of our people.

  They saw children—not warriors, not monsters, but children—playing in the bustling streets, by the riverside, in the gardens, or tending to wild beasts that obeyed them with perfect harmony.

  Some were reading American comics, deeply engrossed in the legends of Earth’s superheroes.

  To the warriors' utter astonishment, the children began to transform, not merely mimicking but surpassing the very beings they embodied. They did not just take on their forms—they transcended them, perfecting every flaw, elevating every limit, and ascending beyond what even the originals could fathom. Their power was not bound by history, canon, or destiny; it was ever-growing, ever-evolving, rewriting what was possible with every breath.

  One boy, after flipping through the pages of a Batman comic, wrapped his cape around his mouth. His friends looked at him with curiosity and asked,

  "Who are you supposed to be?"

  He slowly pulled the cape tighter and, in a deep, gravelly voice, responded:

  "I’m Batman."

  The others immediately followed.

  One transformed into Superman, soaring into the air.

  Another bulked up, becoming the Hulk, smashing the ground.

  A mischievous one took the form of Mr. Mxyzptlk, floating around in a chaotic swirl of energy.

  One became The Watcher, gazing down with an all-knowing presence.

  A boy manifested the Infinity Gauntlet, embodying Thanos.

  Another took the true form of Darkseid, his eyes glowing with Omega energy.

  A girl wielded Mjolnir, transforming into Thor.

  One even assumed the form of Godzilla, roaring before reverting back.

  And it wasn’t just Western comics.

  Others took on legendary anime characters:

  Goku in his Mastered Ultra Instinct form.

  Vegeta in his Ultra Ego state.

  Naruto, engulfed in his Baryon Mode.

  Luffy, laughing in his Gear Fifth transformation.

  Rimuru Tempest, radiating god-like magic.

  Alucard, shifting between his Hellsing and Castlevania forms.

  Dante, merging traits from both DMC and Dante’s Inferno.

  Sailor Moon, standing with cosmic grace.

  Amy Rose from Sonic the Hedgehog, spinning with a hammer.

  Sun Wukong, brimming with boundless mischief.

  The female weren’t left behind either. Some took on the forms of Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Batgirl, Lady Deadpool, Scarlet Witch, Zatanna, and even Lady Death from Marvel.

  Others embodied Death of the Endless from DC, The Presence, The One Above All, Alien X, Silver Hawk, Azathoth, the Overvoid, the anonymous writer and Biker Mice from Mars.

  The holy warriors stood frozen.

  How could mere children wield such power?

  Then, they made a demand.

  "We wish to see your master."

  The Islanders granted their request without hesitation, leading them to Joseph.

  But when they laid eyes upon him, they hesitated.

  They could not sense any aura from him.

  Confusion spread among them.

  "This man… is the savior? The one they call the Unkillable Demon Lord?" one of them whispered in doubt.

  They had expected an overwhelming presence—an oppressive force of demonic transcendence.

  Instead, before them stood a calm, collected figure.

  Then, Joseph revealed his aura.

  In an instant, the seal upon his forehead cracked, reducing to half.

  The warriors staggered back.

  The air itself changed.

  A force beyond comprehension pressed upon them, not as a wave of destruction—but as an undeniable truth.

  Their legs gave out beneath them.

  One of the warriors, staring at the children still playing in the streets, could only gasp in terror:

  "E-even the infants are Demon Lords…!"

  One by one, the warriors fell to their knees, foreheads to the ground, surrendering themselves to the Islanders of Sado.

  Yet, not all of them joined us.

  Some, still clinging to their faith, refused to bow—even after suffering defeat at the hands of my subordinates and the Islanders themselves.

  Bruised, humbled, and broken, they returned to the Holy Church of Katsuragi—bearing a terrifying report.

  They spoke of an empire unlike any other.

  A place where demons and humans thrived together.

  A land where even children could wield power rivaling the gods.

  And a Lord who stood beyond their comprehension.

  Their faith had been tested.

  And those who stayed, those who had accepted the truth, became part of Sado Island.

  Time passed.

  The world began to take notice.

  News of our achievements spread like wildfire.

  More and more loyal members arrived. Some came to witness our power, others to test our hospitality.

  For most, they simply wanted to see if the rumors were true before joining our ranks.

  But there were always those who wanted more.

  Some arrived with greed in their hearts, seeking to challenge us—to take our ranks for themselves.

  They came believing they could rise above us.

  They tried.

  They failed.