Chapter 29: Revenge, True Dragon God, Next Destination!

“After all,”

The Soul Reaper glanced at Sirzechs in particular, an eerie chuckle escaping his lips. “It wouldn’t look good if I were to kill off my own daughter-in-law’s brother.”

“…What?” Sirzechs didn’t react immediately. He forced the foreboding feeling down. The rest of the Satans were stunned, frozen, as if resembling ice sculptures.

It took a few seconds for the shock to subside before a chill went down their spines. Sirzechs, in particular, went pale.

Tatsuya was the son of the Soul Reaper?

A deep sense of loathing settled in Sirzechs’ heart.

There were two major anomalies about Tatsuya—his infinite regeneration and Tiamat’s relentless devotion.

Could it be that both of these were related to the Soul Reaper?

The Satans shuddered, deep dread filling their entire being.

It would definitely make sense if Tiamat’s devotion to Tatsuya was due to her knowing his secret identity.

But what scared them the most was one possibility.

Did…

Did the Soul Reaper have infinite regeneration as well…?

An invisible pressure locked down on the Satans as they numbly followed behind him. If their speculations were true, didn’t that mean, unless the True Dragon Gods interfered, the entire Supernatural World was in danger of being slaughtered?

Tatsuya briefly glanced at them before withdrawing his gaze.

Good. Smart people are pleasant to converse with.

With 500,000 Demonic Energy and Ban’s Regeneration, Tatsuya truly was near invincible. As the Satans suspected, in this world, perhaps only the True Dragon Gods could actually harm or kill him.

The identity of Soul Reaper would be used frequently from now on.

Endless battles were a definite conclusion.

If he had to hide his regeneration on top of that, it would only make his life harder.

After all, instead of having baseless accusations of Tatsuya and the Soul Reaper being connected, it was better to just shove this notion down their throats.

What could they do?

By forcefully claiming to be his own father, he not only filled the mystery behind Tatsuya’s abilities, but the identity of ‘Tatsuya’ would also gain incredible leverage within the Underworld from now on.

Because he was the son of the ‘Soul Reaper.’

Even Sirzechs wouldn’t dare touch the weak ‘Tatsuya’ now.

Tatsuya glanced at the sky, feeling slightly uneasy.

Why had the Dragon God still not shown itself?

With a resigned sigh, he picked up his pace and entered a dilapidated tavern.

Inside sat a small young boy, happily eating a bloodberry tart.

Though, the sudden visit of the Soul Reaper and the Satans made the young child bewildered.

“Uh…”

“How do you want to die?” Tatsuya smiled beneath the mask, his inhuman voice sounding chilly.

The young boy’s bewilderment grew. He popped the tart into his mouth in one full bite before pointing at himself. “H-Have I done somethin—”

“Rizevim.” Tatsuya cut him off, and the young boy froze.

Rizevim had been pleasantly surprised by the sudden outburst outside the city. He was even glad that he had been inside the barrier; otherwise, his guise would’ve been torn apart, and he’d have had to flee.

Just now, he was enjoying the endless misfortune the New Devils were facing, but why had this God of Misfortune suddenly come knocking on his door?

“Coming straight towards me?” Rizevim was somewhat flattered. “Did the high and mighty Soul Reaper cause the fireworks outside because of me?” He smiled somewhat foolishly.

“Have I offended you?” Despite his clownish behavior, Rizevim truly didn’t want to end up on this guy’s bad side. It would be endless trouble.

Just glancing at the pitiful and helpless Satans behind him reaffirmed his decision.

“You kidnapped my son.”

Rizevim froze.

“…?”

He almost choked on the spot.

“When did I kidnap your so—” He froze again, meeting the icy gaze of the Soul Reaper. “Yamamoto Tatsuya…?”

“Correct, now die.”

Tatsuya spoke lightly and raised his hand.

Rizevim’s eyes widened, and his disguise came off. His own Super Devil aura flared, knocking back everything in its way. The tavern was blown apart, and Rizevim glared at the Soul Reaper…

Suddenly—

“ANOMALY—!!!”

A deafening roar shattered the sky.

The Underworld quaked, the ground splitting beneath their feet. The air grew heavy, suffocating. Above, the crimson-streaked heavens tore open like fragile cloth, revealing a gaping void. From within, an overwhelming presence surged forth, its sheer magnitude pressing down on every living soul in the Gremory Territory.

Great Red, the True Dragon God of Dreams, emerged.

His colossal form eclipsed the sky, a titanic dragon of shimmering scarlet scales, each one radiating an otherworldly glow. His wings, vast enough to blot out the stars, unfurled with a sound like a thousand tempests. His eyes, twin orbs of molten gold, burned with an ancient, unrelenting fury. The Underworld trembled under his gaze, mountains crumbling to dust, rivers boiling into mist. The very fabric of the dimension groaned, struggling to contain his existence.

The bloody ceros, still hovering ominously around Tatsuya, flickered and dimmed in his presence, as if acknowledging their inferiority. The Satans froze, their faces pale, their bodies trembling involuntarily. Even Sirzechs, in his apocalyptic form of pure Destruction, staggered, his fissures widening as he fought to remain upright.

The Satans felt a terrifying sense of pressure wash over them, almost forcing them to kneel.

The most horrifying part of this ordeal was that this mind-numbing hatred wasn’t targeted at them at all.

Rizevim, his Super Devil aura blazing, stumbled backward, his bravado evaporating. Staring blankly at the sky, his eyes widened in terror as he muttered, “The Dragon God… why…?”

Tatsuya alone stood unmoved.

His masked face tilted upward, his piercing golden eyes locking onto Great Red’s. Beneath the mask, his expression was unreadable, but his posture betrayed no fear.

“—BEGONE!!!”

Great Red’s voice rumbled throughout the Underworld like thunder.

Tatsuya’s voice, cold and inhuman, cut through the air.

“You’ve come!”

His voice boomed similarly, but everyone present looked at him in shock.

Why… Why did he sound excited?

The Satans exchanged glances, their minds reeling.

Anomaly?

They looked at Tatsuya, their dread deepening. Was this why he had come? Was this why he had unleashed such destruction? To draw out the Dragon God himself? They could not understand the reason behind the Dragon God’s fury.

Tatsuya gazed solely at the world-ending being in the sky, his mind shaking.

Great Red— |11,557,899|

A maniacal grin erupted on his face behind the mask.

He spread his arms.

Then, as if clapping, he brought his hands together—

But!

They didn’t connect!

A breathless pause. A shimmer between his palms—a membrane, a pressure field? His hands were trembling, and his body shook briefly.

The Satans and Rizevim noticed this gesture, and just as they felt confused, they noticed the sky darkening.

They stiffly raised their heads, and horror filled their eyes.

The sky turned darker.

The bloody ceros multiplied instantly, blotting out the entire sky.

They layered one atop another until they formed a ceiling of blood and fury, trembling under their own weight.

Above it, a spiral began to twist—small at first, almost imperceptible. Then a wind caught, and it grew.

A storm.

A pulling.

The ceros were dragged toward it.

They merged.

Writhing. Clawing at one another. Then fusing, melting into a single mass of boiling red. Chaotic, directionless. A black sun, flaring in the midday sky.

The madness in Tatsuya’s eyes deepened as he faced both palms forward.

The sun shattered.

BOOOM!

A vortex of energy, thick and ungovernable, burst outward, then honed itself into a spear of raw annihilation and thundered toward the Dragon God.

Great Red exhaled through his nose.

“HMPH!”

He spread his jaw wide.

Pure white light gathered between his fangs.

Then he released it.

The beam snapped the sky in half.

Both attacks met.

And then—

The world went white.

The shockwaves alone caused the barrier surrounding the Gremory Capital City to burst open. An ice dome appeared above the city; Ajuka did his best to make a temporary barrier, and Sirzechs bombarded the sky with attacks, trying to deflect the shockwaves. Falbium protected the city with his Absolute Defence.

By the time everything had cleared up, Tatsuya and Rizevim had disappeared, leaving Great Red furiously roaring.

…

Rizevim felt his vision blur.

He had been petrified by the sheer pressure emanating from the Dragon God of Dreams when, all of a sudden, he felt himself lose all weight.

A second later, he fell onto his knees, gasping for breath. By the time he gathered himself, he stared at the man in front of him.

His mind was reeling.

What could this man have done for the Dragon God of Dreams to become so enraged?

Rizevim was much more familiar with the True Dragon Gods than anyone else. After observing Ophis for so long, Rizevim had truly deciphered that these beings, who were far above everyone else, seemed to have no purpose in life.

Their existence almost seemed meaningless, with no goals, no aspirations. Even Ophis, who was collaborating with him, only wanted to sleep and enjoy peace in the Dimensional Gap.

So how exactly had this man enraged it?

Rizevim conceded.

He definitely wasn’t a match for the Soul Reaper’s prowess. The state of the four Satans, especially when two of them were as strong as, if not stronger than, him, had been a clear indicator of his strength.

But even though the Soul Reaper seemed invincible, he was nowhere near close to the strength of the True Dragon Gods.

So why?

Why was Great Red so enraged?

“Do you possess a Sacred Gear?” Rizevim couldn’t help but ask as he sneakily glanced around. “How have you cast such seamless instant teleportation?”

His pupils dilated in shock as he realized his current location.

They were in Heaven!

“For a dying dog, you’re quite curious.” Tatsuya tilted his head with an amused smile. Kaguya hovered behind him, clearly the one who had done the teleportation.

Rizevim frowned grimly, not in the mood to joke around.

“No matter how strong you may be, you can’t kill me instantly, especially if I focus on fleeing. The only reason I didn’t leave the Gremory Capital City was because of that damned barrier. Don’t underestimate me.” Rizevim stood up, his aura flaring once again. “The barriers of Heaven left by the Christian God won’t be able to hold Great Red for long if he discovers you. Your best course of action will be to let me leave and hide yourself. Don’t bring calamity onto yourself.”

Tatsuya didn’t reply, simply staring at Rizevim without any indication of moving.

Rizevim grew incredibly uneasy.

“Isn’t it just about kidnapping your son? We haven’t harmed him at all. Drop this matter, and I’ll immediately have him released; he’s of no great importance to us. Surely, you care about your son. If something happens to me, I wonder when you’ll be able to reunite with your son… safely, that is.”

Rizevim, like the old Devil he was, instantly strung together the most plausible outcomes for both. He couldn’t afford to die yet.

He hadn’t released Trihexa yet.

He hadn’t witnessed the Otherworld yet, the place where even the True Dragon Gods would be insignificant.

The flame of desire burned deeply within his eyes as he realized his life was truly on the line if the Soul Reaper attacked him without considering the consequences.

“Hehehehehe~”

Suddenly, creepy laughter escaped the lips of the Soul Reaper. The mask caused his giggling to sound distorted and horrifying. It grated Rizevim’s ears.

He looked at the maniacal human in front of him and frowned heavily.

Tatsuya’s laughter grew.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha—!"

Rizevim had devised everything perfectly, but there were a few flaws in his reasoning.

At the moment, Tatsuya had no fear of Great Red finding him.

Nor was he concerned about Tatsuya’s safety.

And finally, Rizevim couldn’t escape.

As his laughter subsided, the air grew heavy. Rizevim felt it instantly, and just as he was about to escape, a large stretch of blood filled his surroundings. He was instantly enveloped in a bloody sphere. Rizevim paid it no mind and flapped his wings, bursting out of the blood dome.

As soon as his vision cleared, dozens of glowing golden chains erupted from Tatsuya’s palm and created a makeshift barrier in the sky. Mysterious runes glowed beautifully, illuminating the surroundings.

This was the same barrier Kushina had created to suppress the Kyuubi, but, being powered by Tatsuya’s Demonic Energy, its might had reached an unprecedented level.

Rizevim looked grim as he crashed into the translucent barrier.

He involuntarily bounced back and felt his heart thump.

He turned around and noticed the innumerable bloody spheres forming inside the barrier.

“Fucking lunatic, do you plan to blow yourself up as well!?” Rizevim roared in anger and bombarded the barrier. The chains shook, and the runes flickered, but he couldn’t escape.

His face was pale as he constantly attacked the barrier.

But, much to his horror, the bloody ceros began to descend.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The scale of such a battle couldn’t be hidden.

The danger sensors of Heaven were already blasting everywhere. Angels had begun to gather as apocalyptic explosions rang constantly, shaking the realm.

Heaven resembled a place sitting above the clouds with a bright white ceiling high overhead. It was guarded by a large gate and had a white stone path and stone buildings, which appeared to be floating.

The First Gate of Heaven stood solemn and unmoving.
Its towering alabaster surface shimmered with sacred light and the sanctum of the righteous. But that sanctity now trembled.

A blaring siren, high and sharp, ripped through Heaven’s upper skies.

An SOS alarm.

The highest level of emergency.

From the Garden of Eden to the Soul Purification Depths, every layer of Heaven had heard it. Golden glyphs flared on every holy tablet, glowing red—

[Hostile Entity Detected at Gate One!]

Dozens of Angels shot through the air like divine comets, trailing afterimages of silver and gold. Their wings buzzed with urgency. Orders screamed through mental links. Defensive circles activated. Battle stations armed.

Yet none reached the front line.

Because just outside the First Gate, within a golden rune-lined barrier woven of seemingly holy chains, there was something unbelievable happening.

Inside that blood-glazed cage, the atmosphere churned like boiling tar. Explosions continued one after another, blistering bursts of raw destruction that threw shockwaves up into Heaven’s sky. Each blast was followed by an ear-splitting silence. Then another boom. And another.

The chains groaned, stretching, reforming, absorbing damage, reinforced by mysterious glowing runes pulsing with demonic energy.

At the center of it all stood a man, perfectly still, a demonic mask hiding his face.

His body was being obliterated—again and again.
Chunks of flesh burst off his limbs. His left side incinerated entirely. The mask over his face cracked, shattered, and reformed. One leg disintegrated, then immediately began regrowing from torn fibers and molten bone. His chest collapsed inward with a fiery blast, only to balloon outward seconds later as it reassembled.

Death. Rebirth. Silence. Repeat.

A cycle that defied logic.

That defied mortality.

And yet it continued, uninterrupted.

Each time his body was reduced to meat and blood, he came back.

The golden runes around the barrier flickered—pushed to their limit by the chaos within. But they held.

Outside, hundreds of angels had gathered now, weapons drawn, faces pale. Their eyes locked on the figure within the dome. Not a single one dared move forward.

Their target—if he could even be called that—was not attacking.

He wasn’t even moving.

Even more terrifying—he wasn’t alone.

At his feet lay Rizevim.

Charred.

Barely breathing.

The self-proclaimed Super Devil twitched occasionally, his scorched face twisted into something between disbelief and agony. Most of his body was gone. No healing, no regeneration. He was alive through sheer demonic will—but only barely.

He had been blown apart once. Twice. A dozen times.

But unlike Tatsuya…

He wasn’t coming back.

“S-spare me…” the half-dead man whispered.

“—Michael-sama!” a shout rang through the air as a squadron of Seraph-level angels emerged, their wings blazing, their expressions thunderous.

Behind them came the blinding radiance of the Seraphs themselves.

Gabriel. Raphael. Uriel. And above them all—Michael.
Their arrival dimmed the surrounding stars.

Golden halos hovered like crowns above their heads.

Even as they descended, their eyes locked onto the scene—first the barrier, then the figure regenerating endlessly within it, then the barely recognizable husk of Rizevim.

Michael’s lips drew tight.

“The Soul Reaper…” Uriel muttered, clenching his fists.

“Impossible,” Raphael said softly. “Didn’t the data say he was on par with a Satan-Class Devil at best?”

Gabriel said nothing. Her gaze lingered on Tatsuya, her expression unreadable, but fury burned within her angelic eyes.

Michael stepped forward, raising a hand in alarm.

He alone strode toward the apocalyptic barrier.

But suddenly, he froze, and the angels behind him tensed.

The bombardment within the barrier had ceased.

The Soul Reaper, still regenerating, walked toward Rizevim calmly and picked him up by the collar. His body was half gone; organs and blood spilled over. Even his beating heart could be seen from below.

No one knew why he was even still alive.

But—

The angels noticed the Soul Reaper seemingly whisper something in Rizevim’s ears.

They could see Rizevim’s expression morph into shock and regret before he combusted into flames, disappearing from the world forever.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

The angels saw the Soul Reaper turn his head toward them. Half his face was still visible as specks of white slowly gathered back, covering his face.

His dull, dead eye sent a chill down their spines, and if that wasn’t enough—

—They saw his lips form a demonic smile before the mask regenerated.

The Soul Reaper turned towards the army of angels.