“YOU TRAITORS!” yelled a person in a silver robe, “We were once allies! How could you abandon us?”

Imata spoke, “If you let us explain than-“

“We had a bond, we made a pack. Just why? Why did you betray us? Were you not satisfied with us? We were worried when you two disappeared.” said another with four wings.

“You know I’m starting to question how we did all those things back then,” Furias spoke.

“It was probably just our luck,” Astra answered.

“Even if we were once allies,” cried the person in the silver robe, “I’m now forced to beat sense into you.”

“And there’s her sad sense of morals,” Astra answered.

In front of the old hero group, stood their former allies, Heather and Luna. They were sisters in arms. Each one of them was an outcast. Imata an immortal, Astra the hero, Furias a god of gods, Heather an exiled priestess, Luna an infamous hunter, and their long passed friend the queen of thieves. They, six, had met by chance and rampaged around the world. Between them, an unbreakable bond was formed.

Luna who was in the silver robe was always someone with questionable wording. On the other hand, Heater was emotional with a loose mouth. The reason behind her exile was justifiable as she spewed out countless secrets.

“Wait! We met Furias’ teachers,” Imata jumped in before Luna could release her knocked arrow.

“Teacher?” Luna asked, “You met the ones who taught our crazy Furias all the bullshit things she does?”

“I’m not crazy!” Furias shouted, “Am I?”

“Yes to both of you,” Imata spoke, “Do you see those four fighting out there. The eye-watering demon, the ocean of a slime, that lady that goes bang-bang, and the cool mister. They’re Furias’ teachers. Do you think we would want to fight them? When I met them I wanted to kill myself and I’m immortal! Also, Furias would never betray them.”

“Ok,” Luna spoke.

“Ok?” Imata repeated.

“We’ll join you.”

Everyone went quiet when they heard Luna’s statement. Even the angels, who accompanied Luna and Heather, froze in confusion. Did they hear her right? Did she just say she’ll betray the heavens?

“Well that’s exactly like her,” Astra sighed.

“What did you expect?” Luna asked, “Heaven is boring. Everyone is a mindless golem. I was thinking of falling. I became a hunter for a reason!”

“Yes,” Heather agreed, “I was not allowed to speak. They even forced a gag onto me…”

With a short and unexpected reunion, the old hero group stood back to back. Around them were the angels who erupted in anger. Those angels stood in the highest echelons of life and were prideful when they should hold humility.

“I was wondering when we would fight together again,” Luna laughed, “It’s a shame Nina is no longer with us. Without her endless chatter, it feels quiet.”

“Speaking of her, did you know she has descendants?” Furias added.

“What? I never knew she had such preferences. I feel lonely now.” Heather sulked.

Readying their weapons the old hero group jumped into action. Like how they faced hordes of demons or faced dens of beasts, they held dangerous smiles. However, their fun was cut short. As roots sprung out of the ground the angels were strangled to death and their bones snapped. As quickly as the roots appeared they disappeared along with the divine bodies.

Seeing the attack Astra, Furias, and Imata shuttered. As if their fears were answered Memora landed next to them with Vendra on her back. Luna and Heather who did not know she was, but when they saw their companions they put up their guard.

“Sorry to rain on your parade,” Memora spoke, “But I suggest we leave. Oh? Who are these two?”

“Right back at you,” Luna spoke.

“Memora, daughter of memories, the current ruler of the Millar Kingdom,” she answered.

“I’m Luna, no last name, and she’s priestess Heather talks-a-lot.”

“Hey!” Heather yelled, “It’s Heather Holly.”

“Nice to meet you Luna No-last-name and Heather Talks-a-lot,” Memora replied.

“…”

Hearing Memora’s response the old hero group was dumbstruck. Amazingly she was able to calmly mutter a joke with a straight face. She even continued with what she previously mentioned, as if she never jested. She forcibly pulled everyone along while explaining the situation.

“That is the reason why we should- Problem?” Memora became confused.

In her mind, she received four messages. They were from her father and his companions. Each message retained the same word: Problem.

Telling the hero group to wait a bit she replied back telepathically.

“What’s the problem?” She asked.

“Well you see-” “There is a-” “I might have-” “I need a-” Each of them spoke at the same time.

“One at a time!” Memora demanded.

“…”

“Desyra you first,” Memora sighed.

“I need a suggestion,” Desyra spoke looking at the scene in front of her.

“Why do you need a suggestion? Don’t tell me you need a new set of clothes?” Sors asked.

“What? The gods have 'clothes ripping fetish'?” Igno jumped in surprise.

“NO! Well… I don’t- Wait, NO!” Desyra rejected, “I felt pity and allowed this goddess to punch me once.”

“Was it a 'clothes killing punch'?” Igno asked.

“Stop, It,” Desyra continued, “So she punched me in the face-“

“HA! You deserved that,” Menor interrupted.

“AS I WAS SAYING! She punched me in the face and my veil flew off...”

“Oh…” Sors muttered, “Is she now apologizing and her wetness level is… what? Waterfall?”

“I believe water world would best suit the situation,” Menor suggested

Sending a mental nod, Desyra was pushing away the goddess of beauty. Originally she expected to be involved in a tense fight. As the goddess held immense belief magic she could be considered a threat. However, the situation turned into one that abruptly ended.

Even if belief magic was all-powerful, one needed to hold immense wisdom and knowledge to use it efficiently. Resulting with Desyra easily avoiding the goddess' attacks. The goddess of beauty, who held barely any fighting experience, could only do basic actions. Sending bullets and waves of energy while covering her body with magic were some of the things she could do. At least she was able to heal her wounds.

Feeling that she was denied a decent fight, Desyra took pity on the goddess. No matter how elegant her moves were it was nothing if they only hit air. So giving the goddess a chance Desyra took a hit. With a decent punch to the face, Desyra’s veil was knocked off.

As all those before her, expect quite a few people, the goddess was charmed. she Began to apologize Immediately after she saw Desyra’s face. She went as far as dirtying her clothes and peach skin by bowing. From her mouth, an endless sound of remorse was spewed. As the goddess of beauty, she could not dare to scar anything that held such allure. Nonetheless hit someone who looked more charming than her. When she witnessed Desyra’s flawless face streams of tears had rolled down her cheeks. A goddess became a worshiper.

“BAWHAHAHA,” Igno laughed. Following him, everyone else giggled. Desyra was displeased. While Memora had received looks from the old heroes, causing her to wear a wry smile. Ignoring them she continued to listen to the telepathic conversation.

“Oh shut up,” Desyra retorted, “You’re going to say that you ate too much.”

“…”

“Ding, ding, ding” Sors rang, “We have a winner.”

“Well it’s not too much but, I’m eating more energy than I’m using,” Igno admitted.

“I always wondered what an obese slime looked like,” Menor pondered.

“Anyways,” Igno continued, “Toss me Viutar. I need it to siphon some energy.”

“You know it hates you right?”

“I hate it too.”

“Fine, catch!” Menor threw Viutar.

“OI! Why did you throw it up? I could have caught- HAHAHAHAHA SO MUCH POWER!”

Coming into contact with the violet spear Igno’s energy was being absorbed. In return, Igno was taking energy from the spear. As the two opposing sides clashed they eventually turned chaos into harmony. The violent war of leaching eventually turned into a neutral flow of energy Because Igno had covered the gods’ distorted reality, he was taking in tons of power.

When Igno wielded Viutar, the cycle of energy multiplied the strength and potency of the energy in them. From the spike of power, Igno went mad. High potent energy to slimes, similar to Igno, was like a drug.

The amount of acidic liquid Igno produced began to overflow and spill into the lava below. Upon contact, the lava solidified and turned the acid to steam. The divine armies’ base was washed away. Even the many acidic water vapors exploded and joined the flood. In an instant, Igno killed trillions of angels, beasts, and gods.

“… I completely forgot two negatives makes a positive,” Sors muttered.

“He should be fine,” Menor shrugged.

“Father, what’s your problem,” Memora asked.

“Wait don’t say anything,” Desyra said, “I’m getting a sense of déjà vu.”

“I think I punched these girls a bit too hard.”

“PFFFFFF,” Sors spat out the water she was drinking.

“Ah, that’s what it was,” Desyra muttered, “Tch, you should have let me guessed.”

“Oh my, oh my, he did it again!” Sors cheered.

Currently, Menor was fighting multiple goddesses at once. Oddly enough none of their male counterparts appeared. The term fighting was a bit too descriptive, so instead, he was simply dodging. Weaving in and out the flurry of attacks his body moved purely on instinct. Facing multitudes of godly beings was an everyday chore to him.

Previously he was sending “light” punches towards his opponents. His attacks were strong enough to break their bones. Although he delivered the punches, whoever he hit retreated and healed. Because Menor was enjoying the long lasting fight he ignored them. At that point, he should have noticed the oddity that appeared but it slipped his mind. Not until he began to hear moans and flushed faces of his opponents he realized the situation. Hitting such a person made him recoil in disgust.

“Father,” Memora sighed, “I’m starting to believe you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Well, the point of reaching such insight through pain varies between different people. So it’s difficult to figure out the point. By then it would have gone over.” Menor sighed.

“Father, you already have literal cults searching for you,” Memora continued, “I know you dislike love through pain but you have to somehow find the line.”

“Speaking about cults,” Sors jumped in, “Isn’t the MLG, Menor Locator Group, still around?”

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Desyra answered.

“I already shut that down,” Menor spoke, “I also made sure to prevent another from popping up.”

“Well, they made another.”

“I already closed them a million times."

“I believe it’s called, Menor Locator Group Version Million and One,” Desyra added.

“…” Menor fell silent, “Give me a sec.”

Displeased by the sudden information Menor stopped dodging the altered goddesses. With quick and heavy punches he knocked them unconscious. Before he could rejoin the conversation a hand grabbed his foot. Looking down he saw the goddess of strategy asleep. Muttering a few things in her sleep, she requested to be hit harder. With a dark expression, Menor looked disgusted at the goddess. The phrase “You reap what you sow” ran through his mind.

“Anyways, Sors? What’s on your side?” Desyra asked.

Sors spoke, “I ran out of –“

“If you dare say bombs I’ll rip out your spinal cord.” Memora threatened.

“-small bombs,” Sors finished.

“…”

“Ok… I got something to do,” Desyra left the conversation, “Good luck!”

“I’ll-” Memora began.

“I’ll tell your mother,” Sors interrupted.

“Why does a being as great as you resort to tattle-tailing?”

“I was paid by your mother. Every time I report something you did to her I get a hefty reward,” Sors answered.

“… I’m going to leave the sub-dimension, so blow it up if you must.”

Cutting the telepathic connection Memora looked over to the old heroes. They were patiently waiting for her to finish. During those few minutes, they began to reminisce about the old days. Before she could walk up to them Memora heard four curses off in the distance. Each of the curses was yelled in a foreign language.

Even though she did not understand what the words translated to; she still felt the intent behind them. With a pale face and sweat appearing on her body she grabbed the old heroes and ran. With a bit of magic, she teleported them and herself out of the sub-dimension.

After escaping the area she kneeled down and touched the earth. In a split second, the earth shook and countless floral sprouted reaching deep into the skies. The field they were in had turned in to a forest of flowers and ferns. Each plant held a vast variety of colors and shapes. Some were red; some were blue, while others were yellow.

When the number of plants stopped increasing, Memora called the old hero group over. Before they reached her a large crack appeared in the air. The sounds of shattering ice soon followed with the number of cracks increasing.

Cursing, Memora darted to the old heroes and controlled roots to cover them. Right after the roots formed a solid dome an explosion jolted the world. With immense energy and heat being sent everywhere the land became molten with magic. Compared to the explosion Memora caused, the one created by the four was enough to shatter the world. Luckily she had erected sturdy and gluttonous plants that were made to absorb explosions.

When the shaking stopped Memora made the roots recede. What welcomed her was an ocean of white lava. Luckily her plants were able redirected the blast upwards. But still, the aftereffects of such attacks were on the scale of dimensions.

In every direction, the molten ocean stretched till the horizon. The only thing that still stood was the giant grey tree. Due to the overload of heat and magic, its flowers began to bloom. With the air balance over saturated with magic, the area was lethal to all original life in the world. The atmosphere was also ruptured and dyed white.

“And they call me mad,” Memora muttered, “At least I knew how to redirect.”

Behind her, the old hero party was shocked speechless. Some of them even fainted. The ones that were still conscious felt their spirits leaving their bodies. Even Furias who learned under the four could not comprehend the power and scale of the attack. To make it worse the four were slowly floating down towards them.

“Ok, before you say anything,” Sors spoke, “That combination attack was a complete accident.”

“Mhmm,” Memora frowned.

“You see, the chances of our attacks combined are near impossible. They'll need to be activated at the exact same instant. So it was an accident.”

“Says the one who controls coincidences.”

“You don’t understand how annoying passives are,” Sors sighed, “Also you allowed us to blow the thing up.

Noticing that her persuasive powers failed, Sors began to explain the circumstances. She had admitted that she encountered the world’s god of death.

Originally the god came to investigate the hold up of souls. When he encountered Sors he began to question his existence. She taunted the god. She said that the god did nothing that dealt with death. Instead, he only guided the fallen and had long forgotten the feeling of killing. Making him question his life.

Seeking asylum the god pleads to Sors as if his very existence depended on it. He desired to find another reason to exist. For all his life he took the title of death god and guided the souls of the fallen to their next life. Sors in response shrugged and told the god to grow up, but he was as persistence as an idiot. Becoming annoyed Sors decided to blow him up.

Igno’s case was simple. He had gone mad with power. As a slime that easily became drunk on emotions, he held no restraint. Not caring for what was around him; he concentrated all the power into his spear and threw it. He obliterated all forms of defenses and matter. The poor gods of protection could not hold a candle to Igno’s attack.

For Menor and Desyra they ended up in the same situation. They just needed to find a way rid of their over-assertive opponents. It didn’t help that the gods and goddesses began to sleepwalk. With sleep’s restraint on conscious, the divinity’s desires were revealed. It was self-defense from assault… by explosions. The only difference was that Desyra’s attacker was awake.

“Ummm…” Luna spoke up, “You four are Furias’ teachers right?”

“Unless we traveled to a parallel world then yes,” Igno answered.

“What happened to those gods?” she asked.

“They’re alive,” Menor said, “Sent them to heaven. No really, I reconstructed their bodies and inserted their souls and consciousnesses. After which I sent their bodies to this world’s heaven. I had also tinkered with their muscle memory so… Well, you don’t have to believe me if you don’t want too.”

“Eh?” Desyra raised an eyebrow, “When did you do that?”

“I modified the sub-space to put souls and consciousness into stasis after their physical body was killed. After which I quickly made the bodies after our explosive win. With one glance at the entire history and structure, I can replicate it. It’s one of the perks of having a perfect memory.”

“And they say my powers are broken,” Sors sighed.

“At least my profits won’t drop,” Desyra muttered.

With a bit of back and forward, they eventually relocated to the Miller Kingdom’s capital. While on the way Memora had checked the world’s situation with her detection abilities. She saw numerous destroyed kingdoms. The damage dealt to those places was staggering. It was like a bull had charged right through them. Oddly enough when she looked at the world as a whole she saw lines of destroyed land. All of them originated from the destroyed sub-dimension with the grey tree as the center point. From a glance, the shockwaves were redirected and concentrated. Although kingdoms were destroyed, most of the mines, forests, quarries and such were untouched.

Becoming suspicious she looked over towards the four. She saw Desyra handing small pouches to her companions. Memora quickly understood the oddly organized destruction. No one else could have such a precise aim nor had a reason to do so. Rubbing her forehead she tried to sooth the headache she had. Luckily her defenses held up and protected the Millar Kingdom.

It might be time for her to jump ship and leave she thought. She did not sign up to fix her father’s mess no matter how much she loved him. Especially since the four had wreaked havoc amongst the world. Also, the divine domain was in shambles and would avoid interfering with the mortal affairs. With the recent destruction of many kingdoms, the future was thrown into chaos.

She was done, completely done. She was going to take responsibility for the explosion she made, but an ocean of lava and magic was another matter. The world was on a complete overhaul. Nothing in the current world has developed to face intense heat and magic. Beasts of extreme levels would emerge and run rampant. She wanted no part of that.

Before pronouncing her intentions she received word that someone requested an audience. When she heard who it was she dragged her father with her. She was mentally tired. If she needed to she would get her father to fix things. Her patience was about to reach its boiling point.

“I know you came here as a trip,” Memora complained, “But you really made a mess of things, so take responsibility!”

Replying, “Responsibility falls onto the mature-“

“Blah, blah, blah, you are going to fix this or else I’ll get mother and stepmothers onto your ass!”

“…” Menor pondered a second, “Fine.”

“Hahaha,” Sors laughed, “Sucks to be you. Having all the power and-“

“You’re coming along too,” Memora demanded, pulling Sors’ ear.

“OWOWOWOW!” Sors cried, “That hurts! Stop! Why did I make my ears feel pain!?”

Watching the scene Desyra quietly followed. Memora had this world held hostage. Because she had a claim on the world, she was reluctant to watch it go to waste. With the girl’s roots grown everywhere, it was best to not poke the lion. If she did then the current Memora might snap. Most of Menor’s offspring would resort to drastic measures when aggravated.

Seeing the situation Igno decided to leave. After a satisfying meal, all he wanted to do was rest. Although he is the existence of the unknown, Memora had a way to stop him. Taking out a single pouch she tossed over. When he opened it his entire body turned bright red.

“H-how did you get this!” Igno demanded, flustered.

“I have more of those. You’re going to follow us and participate,” Memora spoke.

“…” falling silent Igno followed, dissolving the pouch and its contents.

The old hero group was speechless. In front of them, the four almighty beings that destroyed the heavenly army were being suppressed. They did not know whether or not to praise Memora or fear her. At least they knew not to provoke her. As they had no plans they followed the irritated queen.