7 Judgement

Judgement

The war ended not with a bang, but with a dinner. Guuu and Dravlin sat together, newfound friends, sharing a meal prepared by Guuu’s three wives. Their mothers, Seraphine and Melancholy, chatted as if centuries of blood and spite had never happened. Dravlin was satisfied; the thrill of the fight had been enough for him. Guuu, though exhausted, finally tasted the life he had craved.

But Guuu was no longer just a man. He was everything. The world, the thoughts of the living, the beginning, and the end—he was the axis upon which all reality turned. The universe bent to his will, forcing him to stay alive, as if without him, nothing would make sense.

During his brief reprieve, he wandered through other worlds. He was amused by the pirate in the straw hat, impressed by the warriors with golden hair, and fascinated by the children seeking to become Hunters. He learned of beings whose power defied logic—Featherine, The Writer. He wondered, almost hopefully, if they could kill him.

Pandora’s answer was cold and absolute: "No, Guuu. No one can kill you except Mother. The world itself would cheat to keep you alive." Even if he took a fatal blow, the entire multiverse, every human thought, and every possible scenario would rewrite itself instantly to ensure his survival.

"Damn it... I never asked for any of this," Guuu muttered, the weight of immortality pressing down on him.

The peace did not last. Great, ancient eyes manifested before him, delivering a silent, undeniable summons: it was time to meet Mother.

The temple was a marvel of impossible geometry, with pillars descending from the heavens to form a gateway of pure light. There, Guuu stood before Mother.

Her voice was calm but carried the weight of all creation. She explained that his current status—this absolute mastery over existence—was something he was never meant to possess. It was an anomaly. She offered him a simple choice to prove his worth: a duel.

The stakes were clear. Mother promised not to kill him; should he fail, he would simply live. However, he would be stripped of everything—his godhood, his titles, and his ability to ever use Magoi again. He would be just a man.

Guuu accepted. He had no other choice.

Mother, in a modest human form, delivered a single slap. The force was so absolute that Guuu was knocked unconscious instantly. He only stood back up because Pandora shook his soul, desperate to witness the impossible: a fight against the Origin.

But it was a battle against a ghost. Mother didn't even need to dodge; an invisible wall, a fundamental law of the universe, protected her. Guuu’s strikes—powers that could rewrite reality—couldn't even graze her. He endured for twenty grueling minutes, fueled by pure willpower, before he was finally driven into the dirt.

Mother looked down at him and made her judgment. He had shown enough resolve. She allowed him to keep his powers, under one condition: he must never use them recklessly. The balance must be maintained.