5 NewWorld

New World

The Academia was left with no choice. Facing the extinction of their order, they pleaded with the Elves for aid. Having been previously assisted by Guuu, the Elven nations rallied Inazuma and Vargheim to form the most formidable united army the world had ever seen. Their target: Ekinox.

But Ekinox’s power had transcended mortal comprehension. He summoned a legion of Infernos and Yokai so vast and aggressive that the allied forces were decimated. Guuu realized that numbers meant nothing; the only way to stop the slaughter was to strike at the heart of the storm.

Accompanied by Calamity, Guuu charged into the fray.

The battle that followed was cosmic in scale. Ekinox had reached "Planet-Level" power, his strikes capable of hurling Guuu across the silent void between worlds. Within Guuu, the essences of the Seven Deadly Sins burned, allowing him to endure the impossible—but even they were not enough to slay a man on the very threshold of godhood.

In that clash of titans, Guuu died.

But Pandora would not let him go. Refusing to surrender his soul to the void, she made a choice: she would awaken the dormant divinity within him. She deemed him worthy. In that moment of death, Guuu became what Ekinox had failed to reach: A True God.

As Guuu ascended, Pandora’s voice echoed in his mind, grounding him. She warned him that this was a temporary transformation—a Divine Form with a ticking clock. He had to end the fight, and he had to do it now.

After the fall of Ekinox, the sheer force of Guuu’s transformation propelled him into the Pantheon of Gods. However, his ascent was cut short. The great gates were sealed, bound by an ancient instruction: Three Seals were required to unlock the path forward.

Having saved the Academia and witnessed the near-ruin of Inazuma, Guuu returned to the scholars to seek answers. If anyone knew the secrets of the seals, it was them.

But first, he sought out his mother. Surely, Seraphine, a goddess of the first generations, would know of this holy place. Yet, to his surprise, her reaction was one of mockery rather than recognition.

"The Pantheon of 'Wanna-be' Gods, huh?" Seraphine remarked with a disdainful smirk. She had no knowledge of this place, implying that the "Pantheon" might be a construct far below the true divine origin of Mother.

The Academia provided Guuu with his first real lead: another Magi held one of the three seals in the scorching wastes of Sandland. More importantly, the scholars revealed a truth that shook Guuu to his core: the world they lived in—Inazuma, Vargheim, Skyward, and even NoLand—was only a fraction of a much vaster, undiscovered world.

Sandland was a vast, sprawling region, home to numerous cities united under a single nationality and a distinct Oriental aesthetic. It was ruled by a reclusive King who remained blissfully ignorant of the geopolitical chaos consuming the rest of the world.

Now seventeen years old, Guuu had barely arrived in the city with Calamity when disaster struck. Before they could even find lodgings, Guuu’s pouch of Mora was snatched by a girl much smaller than himself.

Giving chase, he followed the thief into a dimly lit tavern in the city’s slums. There, he confronted the young thief, Teto, and a man she called "Uncle," Ryujin.

Teto looked at Guuu's fine attire, completely unfazed by his divine aura. "You were wearing such fancy clothes, so... I just figured you could spare some," she muttered.

Ryujin laid out the brutal truth of the city: wealth was a cycle of greed. The King hoarded the nation's riches, and in Sandland, your fate was decided at birth. The wealthy only grew more opulent, while the poor were forced to surrender 10% of their meager earnings to the rich as a "Life Tax"—a fee just for the right to exist.

Seeing their struggle, Guuu made a deal: they could keep the stolen Mora if he and Calamity could stay at the bar for the duration of their visit. It was simple and effective; the offer was accepted instantly.

The team split up to gather intel. Calamity was tasked with scouting the nightlife and the wealthy districts. "With a body like yours, you won't exactly be kicked out," Guuu remarked. Calamity chose to meet his comment with a stony, dignified silence.

While Ryujin followed Calamity to keep an eye on things, Teto stuck to Guuu as he explored the city, searching for the elusive Magi. Guuu assumed he could simply track the person by sensing their aura.

However, his methods led to a rather... awkward misunderstanding.

As Guuu crouched outside a school, staring intently at the children to see if any of them possessed the power of a Magi, Teto looked at him with pure judgment.

"Guuu... are you... a lolicon?"

Guuu denied it instantly, his face heating up. Yes, he was in front of a school. Yes, he was crouching in the bushes. But he was looking for a signature of power, not trouble!

Beyond the city lay a network of hidden galleries leading into the Jura Forest, a place so dense and corrupted that, according to Teto, no living soul was meant to survive its air.

It was there they encountered Aries. Her attire was jarringly minimal: golden rings on each ankle and wrist, a short cloak barely covering her flat chest, and simple black underwear. She wore next to nothing to keep her body temperature stable; without the constant cooling, her internal heat would cause her to self-combust.

But it wasn't her silhouette that terrified Guuu—it was her murderous aura. Pandora’s warning echoed in his mind, cold and sharp: "If you try to manifest your Divine Form here, you’ll be crushed like a marshmallow." Guuu was paralyzed. He hadn't mastered the transformation, and he wasn't even sure if he could call upon that power again. Aries, a member of the Dragon Clan, revealed a grim truth: the King of Sandland was intentionally starving the dragons within the Jura Forest to prevent a rebellion, harvesting their Magoi for his own selfish desires. Aries had become the forest’s grim reaper, slaughtering anyone who dared approach her kin.

On their fourth day in Sandland, Guuu and Calamity realized that the answers—and the Magi—lay deep within a pyramid hidden in the desert. They had to end the King's tyranny.

However, once inside the pyramid, Guuu was separated from his companions. After climbing endless stairs for hours, he emerged into a chamber where a single bed sat in the center. Occupying it was a nude woman named Alice.

With a mere thought, Alice warped reality. The bedroom dissolved into a long corridor, then a grand dining hall, and finally a serene lakeside under a perfect sun. She had been watching Guuu since the war with Skyward, a silent observer of his every move.

Alice made it clear: Guuu’s reliance on raw power and divine transformations was a fatal flaw. What is the point of becoming a god if one possesses no true mastery of combat? Then, with a chilling smile, she dropped a bombshell—she was in love with him.

The shock had barely registered before she touched his hand. Guuu fell. He plummeted past the stairs he had spent hours climbing, crashing into the floor, his body paralyzed by a potent curse. Alice seized her moment. She showered his face with kisses, her affection suffocating him as his consciousness began to flicker out.

The last thing he saw was Alice’s thighs sandwiching his head, cradling him, swaying gently as if to soothe a child. "Let’s see if I can truly become yours, Magi," she whispered.

Then, Guuu died.

Once. Twice. Three times. Each rebirth was followed by a death more violent and agonizing than the last. Ten times. Four hundred. Ten thousand. A billion. A sextillion. An unquantifiable infinity of deaths.

While Alice continued to cradle his head, smiling down at him, only ten seconds had passed in the physical world. But for Guuu, trapped in the labyrinth of her curse, he had been dying on loop for ten agonizing years.

The hour of agony finally ended. For Guuu, three thousand six hundred years of relentless slaughter had passed; he had perished 50 septillion, 400 sextillion times. When he finally returned to reality, he was a wreck—trembling, gagging, and sobbing, his voice a broken whisper as he begged for the end.

Alice, however, only stroked his hair with a terrifying softness. She gazed at him with an expression of pure, twisted ecstasy. Most souls would have dissolved into nothingness under such weight, but Guuu’s spirit was still fighting. His pupils trembled, yet the spark within them refused to go out.

Tears of distorted joy streamed down Alice’s face. "I love you, Guuu," she whispered, kissing him once more as their tears mingled. With a final wave of her hand, she teleported him away, vanishing him from the pyramid entirely.

Meanwhile, deep within the ancient stone halls, Calamity, Ryujin, and Teto realized they were no longer alone. Guuu was gone, and in his place stood the man they had been searching for: Vladann, the Magi of Sandland.

But Vladann was not the savior they expected. As he prepared for combat, the Roures—the butterflies of creation—surrounded him. But these were not the brilliant white spirits of Seraphine. They were Cursed Roures: pitch-black wings pulsing with an eerie, violet glow.

The battle for Sandland had just turned into a nightmare.