A Cliché Multiverse Story

Chapter 119 - CH. 123: The Battle Of Behemoths

I shut the Grimoire before getting a headache. My mind lasted for one and a half hours this time, recorded by Klyscha.

Grayfia yawned, sitting in the fetal position. "Are you not bored of reading this gibberish?"??

"It might be gibberish for you but it makes me stronger."

"Knowledge is power… Tell me, Asahi. Are you an old sorcerer reincarnated in the body of a young adult?"

The fuck was she talking about. I am not a Xianxia protagonist.

"Fuck no. By the way, how old are you?"

"...Thirty five."

There was a long gap in her answer. Her lie was too obvious.

"I don't care even if you are a thousand year old devil."

"Seriously? You like me that much?" Her lips quivered for the briefest second as she adopted a serious expression.

Love, huh. Even if her adorable face shook my heart, could it be called love? Maybe. Maybe not. Waste of time to think about. Right now, nothing mattered more than her.

"I do."

Her lips loosened and a smile crept on her face.

[—Grayfia Lucifuge: Affection +5]

Damn. The largest increase in affection with the maid. She loved the sincere praise.

(Unnn, my love?)

'Yeah.'

(Her affection points are 83.)

'When... did that happen?'

(She was thinking about you all night without getting a second of sleep. Your invitation can fulfill her fetish, save her clan, and give her the freedom she wanted.)

'Freedom?'

(It's complicated. My love should hear it from her mouth.)

'Okay.'

Grayfia nudged me on the shoulder. "They are out."

Ohh. God, Azazel, and Maous came out together and flew in the opposite direction. Ten-winged and twelve-winged fallen angels followed behind.

What will happen to humanity if these supreme beings conspire like this?

Poor humans.

"Let's stalk them again. I am sure God won't mind our presence."

"If you say so."

Putting my bed in the inventory ring, I conjured my wings again and dashed in the sky. Grayfia followed with her own wings.

—x—x—x—

About half an hour later, we stopped since the target also landed in a massive crater.

"The Rines Village used to be here," Grayfia said calmly, shaking her head. "Nothing left of it now."

"That's the Heavenly Dragons for y—"

The earth rumbled. Everyone simultaneously turned to the north. Two giant silhouettes rose in the air. The red dragon clawed a chunk out of the white dragon and roared in his face. The intensity shook us from thousands of meters afar. The white dragon with two golden horns atop his head, Albion, spewed a silver mist with a hiss.

"The Heavenly Dragons…" Grayfia whispered. "They are strong."

They sure are. Just their bodies alone could flatten a small-sized city. Yet, they were nothing compared to their daddy, the Great Red.

"We are like mobs before them, aren't we?" I patted her shoulder with a smile. "But we will surpass them one day."

I have to surpass them. Klyscha's real booty was on the line.

[—Grayfia Lucifuge: Affection +2]

"You are also strong for saying it after witnessing their strength."

Her tone full of admiration took me aback. This was the first-ever praise she gave to me.

The three faction leaders interrupted the fight of two eternal rivals with words.

"How dare you intrude on my sacred duel?" Albion exploded and smacked the Maous and Azazel away with his tail. The old man wasn't flung like the rest as he had caught Albion's tail with both hands.

"Let me deal with these pests." Ddraig helped his rival by spouting flames like a flamethrower.

Was it just me or Ddraig's voice sounded a bit sharper compared to Albion's?

The Seraphs hurler spears of light at the dragons. A ten-winged fallen angel tossed bolts of white lightning as if he was the incarnation of Zeus.

He must be Baraqiel.

Lucifer roared and returned to the fight with the other Maous. God and his Seraph took on Albion while the rest ganged up on Ddraig.

They started the most destructive battle I ever witnessed in person.

Dragging slack-jawed Grayfia to the peak miles away from the battle, I put out a couch for relaxation.

"Why are we here?"

"That place is dangerous, or what else? I don't want to die from stray fire."

Grayfia suppressed her laughter. "Then stay here. I will go there."

"Wait."

'Klyscha, any way to watch the battle from here?'

(There are battle disks, you know the things people use in Xianxia to watch battles. Only for 799.)

That was unexpected.

'Buy one!'

Smooth black discs appeared in my hands. I pressed the really pressable button in its center. A massive hologram screen popped up, showing various angles of the Heavenly Dragons and the three factions going at each throats.

'Popcorn and beer please.'

(Of course.)

A giant bucket of popcorn and four cans of beer.

I pulled the stunned Grayfia closer. "Dig in."

"You… what the hell do you take this fight for?" Grayfia deadpanned. "It's the legendary Dragon Emperors fighting for supremacy. A legendary battle."

A pinch on her cheeks opened her mouth enough to stuff some popcorn. "Isn't it better if we enjoy this legendary battle to the fullest like this?"

Grayfia sighed and perched beside me. She drank some beer and let out a satisfying sigh. "It tastes… good."

"See. It's better to enjoy the moment than worry about the future."

"Enjoy the moment, huh," she whispered and shook her head forcefully as though shaking off something. She watched the battle with sharp eyes and crossed her legs. Her supple thighs crammed inside the tight pants squeezed each other, almost making me drool.

I fell to my side, landing on her lap. The fullness of her thighs made me bounce twice.

"Cough, cough. My lap pillow deficiency is acting up." I clutched my chest. "I can't get up without some lap pillows from a woman."

"You…"

I pointed at the screen. "Oh look, God just summoned his holy sword."

"What?" Grayfia got distracted. "That weapon… It has very destructive holy powers."

God's golden sword of devil annihilation slashed Albion's horn. A stream of blood sizzled and corroded the earth.

"Damn. That guy is poisonous to his blood."

"..."