"Hu..ha...ha..." Indra panted as he wielded his spear in his hands.

"What's...what's with mortals nowadays..." Poseidon, the god of the seas barely spoke as he gasped for air.

"They aren't even demigods or anything so why..." Ra, one of the strongest sun gods stood.

Lying on the ground in front of them was a white-haired youth, barely managed to be put down by arguably the strongest few gods in the godly realm. The damage was nothing to scoff at either.

"He could even stop time and bend reality..." Odin, god of wisdom who really enjoyed searching for the newest knowledge in the world remarked.

"REEEEEEEE" the youth began to twitch and scream on the ground.

"Impossible, I could've sworn that he was dead!"

The body of the deranged youth bent back and forth as the gods find themselves at odds against a mortal that had yet to live even a fraction of their lives. The ground around him changed repeatedly from dirt to sand to water to lava and so on and so forth. Reality itself was going crazy in the godly realm as the gods tried to subdue him with their might.

"We might have to call in the mad gods," Athena remarked while planning for the next best course of action.

"Or we could just call in the monkey" Odin braced himself for another deadly battle as he readied his weapon.

"Will he even listen to us?" Ra lamented.

As if on queue, a huge rod flew in from the skies, spanning thousands and thousands of kilometers in length and a diameter befitting it. The white-haired youth didn't have time to react, as the force transcended the vectors that he can reflect. Similar to what had pushed him to gain strength in the first place, the youth was crushed and flattened in an instant.

"Why didn't anyone call me?" the monkey they referred to called out. Sun-Wukong, the great sage equalling heaven or so he self-declared, arrived on the scene.

"As strong as usual" Indra approved of him, as he shot his spear once more towards the youth that transformed into a balloon and back into himself. He was pierced by the spear and yet, he wasn't. The spear was made to never have been thrown in the first place.

"What's this?" the monkey king raised his eyebrow. "How interesting," he readied his rod. "This isn't something that easy to face, monkey" Odin spoke as he got ready to attack. Sun-Wukong swung his rod just for it to be returned to its initial state of not having been swung at all.

The battle that can shatter stars and demolish planets began once more.

"What is going on?" having been cut off from utilizing their divine blessings for a few weeks, the priests at the church of Frieya were left jobless and scorned by all their paying customers.

"We should have just trusted the doctors instead" they spat as they demanded to get their 'donations' back. It was one disaster after the other. First, the higher ups were infected by devils, though that had been already been taken care of, the church took a hit in their relationship with the board of directors for failing to notice their presence despite being so close. This caused the city to lose control of their heroes descendents and even some of the bloodline that wielded the 13 weapons of Genesis.

Currently, instead of solving the problem they had simply cleared the name of the brother and sent apologetic messages for them to return.

For people that understood the prevailing problem and the necessity of having them around, they sure did let them go way easier than expected. Then again, it does take another 300 years before the great war will begin. Simply believing that the siblings will want to return 'home' the directors laid down various inventives such as permanent residence and a generous sum of 25 million should the three siblings return back.

Understandably, everyone aside of Dominic had recieved the memo. The system hardly worked when it came to communicating with him.

Archbishop, Felerandi kneeled before the statue and prayed. Hoping that the goddess will take mercy and allow them to utilize their divine blessings once again. Unbeknownst to them, their goddess had been participating in an intense battle against the former #1 of their very city.

"Felerandi, its been a while" the soft footsteps of a man approached the archbishop who was deep on prayer. It was beyond rude to interrupt a prayer from anyone, much more of an archbishop. However, the man in the million dollar suit couldn't care less.

"Peter... " Felerandi spoke as he opened his eyes. "Still unable to use your abilities I see. Word on the streets is that your goddess has forsaken you" his words shot deep into the archbishop.

"I trust that this isn't going to be a permanent thing" Peter spoke as he walked around the room. He was the man that helped bring in the experimental rooms into the church, giving the priests and naturally the bishops a much better life than they could get from mere donations. The branded cars parked outside were evidence of this.

"Now then, I didn't come here just to threaten you, I came here with a request." Peter carried on.

"Seeing as you might need a chance to redeem yourself, I have a new task for you." Dropping a stack of documents containing the information of the 2 siblings.

"Contact the different churches all over, tell them to inform you of their location" Peter said bluntly.

"Is that all?" the archbishop asked. The request was way easier than expected.

Without another word, Peter left the room. This was the 7th church that he had visited today.

"Sir, the victim of the last incident has returned" his subordinate came up to him as he left the entrance of the church.

"Good, give him some money and allow him to do as he please. Make sure he knows of the privileges of a permanent resident." Peter quickly sent his subordinate to handle the situation. Breathing a sigh of relieve, Peter enteted his limousine. He had enough of running around despite being one of the directors of the city. It was truly unfortunate that he couldn't send any one of the underlings to run the errands for him.

As he took a look out of the car window, Peter saw a beggar making eye contact with him the moment he scanned the area. The beggar seemed to be beckoning him to come closer.

"Stop the car for abit" somehow, Peter felt compelled to approach the mysterious beggar.

"So its all done?" Dominic asked the military guard who had lowered his head. The man was dressed in a suit and carried with him a permanent residence card.

"This card will allow you to live as a citizen of our city... and of course there are special privileges such as discounts in supermarkets and in movies etcetera..." the man kept his head bowed as he explained. He truly seemed apologetic for the harm done.

"So that means that I don't have to return back to school right?" Dominic accepted the card and asked. He found it exceedingly troublesome that he had to attend a school simply to stay in the same city as his siblings.

"Well... yes you can do whatever you want. Once again, welcome back and we are really sorry for the trouble caused." The man bowed his head once more.

As he did so, he transferred 50k to Dominic.

"You can have that as our token of appreciation" he smiled as he imagined the astonished face a young person would have after receiving such a sum.

Looking up, he saw Dominic walking in with a nonchalant face.

"As expected? Someone who the city would want to personally apologise to is definitely special!" The military guard lowered his head once again.

"Hey it looks like my name's already been cleared so you can let go of my arm now" Michelle refused as she clung on even harder.

"Why does everything never go my way..." Michelle muttered as she dragged Dominic around.

"Come to think of it, I should visit him to ask for my sibling's whereabouts" Dominic thought, as he recalled a certain information broker disguised as a beggar.

"He would probably have something interesting for me as well" with that, Dominic decided to head towards him. Not forgetting to drop the strangely desponded Michelle off at her house with Titania, Dominic immediately made his way towards his friend.

"So, who are you?" Peter questioned the man infront of him. He found it strange, the man infront of him was unreadable. He couldn't gauge whether he was weak or strong.

"Im just a poor man living in the streets" the beggar replied.

"Cut the bullshit, tell me what do you want"

The beggar laughed a little.

"Who am I to demand something from one of the directors of our city? Relax. I'm not here to threaten you, I'm merely giving you advice" he pointed to the pockets of the director. Then moving his finger towards his mouth to make a hushing motion.

"There are traitors on the board" the beggar spoke the moment Peter turned off the transceiver in his pockets.

"You should already know who they are"

Peter opened his eyes in shock as he looked ahead to find the beggar nowhere to be seen.

Turning the transceiver back on, Peter returned to his limousine and pretended as if nothing had happened. Hoping that it was just the nonsensical ramblings of a deranged beggar, Peter sighed while thinking of the extra work he had to do.

"I want to call for a board meeting" he spoke to the transceiver.

"Oh no... not this again" the great spectre that guides the world to its correct path sighed.

Just standing directly up close to him, was a man he really wished that he didn't need to deal with in these hectic times.

"So do you know where my siblings are?" the walking disaster spoke.

"Training"

"Oh right there's a demon king that recently awoken, do you want to pay him a visit?" Deciding to forsake the development of a few pesudo heroes, he decided to send the walking disaster to settle the problem.

"That sounds interesting, but I want to see what my siblings are up to first. Its been a while after all"

The man does not take no for an answer.

"Alright... I'm not so sure of where your sister is exactly but your brother should be back at your old place. Come back to me after that so I can give you a more accurate location alright?"

Seeing the notification for a million came in, the broker could only pray that the prices around the world wouldn't be randomly inflated from the money that Dominic was spreading around.

Without a word, Dominic left almost as quickly as he came.

"Haaaaaa" the information broker sighed once more.

The records are currently so messy, he had a hard time understanding anything that was written on it.

"What do you mean by an almighty slime slaying the devil king..."

"How does that even happen?" the tragic man wondered if it was his curse for being rescued from his long predetermined death.

"Well, I guess i don't have a choice do I?" the masochistic man smiled.