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MY LUCKY BOXERS!

MY LUCKY BOXERS!

"Let's go! Hurry!" I shouted as I take the charge towards Amy and Ayano's battlefield. There are some Cursed Guardians who chased us, but they are quickly put down by Kristoff's arrows and Key's invisible blasters.

We are already crossing the frozen lake when someone's clumsiness spooked me once again.

"Kyaaaaaah!" Tiara cried as she slipped. She managed to grab my belt before having her face smacked to the ground. It made a crack to the frozen waters, but it won't break anytime soon.

I also heard something being ripped. I looked below, and realized that my pants have been torn off! Now my white and blue striped boxers are exposed! "What the heck, Tiara!" I yelled.

"Eeeek! Ah! I'm sorry! I-I'm so sorry Rikkun!" Tiara bowed, still holding half of my pants."I-I'll repair it immediately!"

"We don't have much time! We have to go!" Kristoff shouted.

<>

We're finally at the third battlefield. And it's a lot more crowded than I thought.

There are about fifty black cloaked enemies, and there are only about ten allied Gate Guardians here. Amy is currently resting in a glowing magical circle that looks like it was being cast by a healing priest.

"Amy!" I shouted as I approached her. "What happened?"

"I'm okay now." Amy gave a genuine smile. "There's just too many minions here. I can't get close to Diadem… Hey, why are you on your boxers?"

I ignored her last sentence.

I looked up at the snowy hill and saw my most hated black swordsman. I tightened my grip on my watch, ready to deploy my Weapon Gem but Amy gave me the warmth of her palms.

"I told you before… I got this. If you wanted to help, go beat those small fries. I can take Diadem by myself, I assure you."

I made a silent nod. And then I shouted to my fellow members. "Listen! We are going to pave way for Lord Freya to take on Diadem!"

"Right!" All of the Gate Guardians confirmed.

"You don't sound like a leader with those boxers of yours…" Ayano commented with her cheeks blushing. Please ignore her.

As we wait for our goddess to recover, we charged and cleared the way to Diadem, who is just there watching the battlefield with crossed arms. His vicious red glare doesn't get old.

Tiara returned with a determined stare as her right fist glowed yellow.

"<Shenlong Drive>!!!" A golden dragon surged in a straight line, completely obliterating the horde of enemies. It's like how Moses split a sea.

"Charge!" I yelled as I pointed my katana forward.

"Orraaaaaaaaah!!!"

Countless steel clashes echoed around the snowy foot of the mountain. Unlike before, I can defeat a Cursed Guardian with ease. I will just cast my <Moonlight Slash> to blind them while giving a swift strike!

Kristoff, Drex, and Benedict are also showing off. Kristoff's arrows always give a clean headshot, Drex is also sweeping his enemies with his mighty mace, and Benedict has been slashing his giant sword that would launch the enemy to the air.

"<Goddess Core: Freya Ascension>!!!" Our goddess has completely healed! "Thank you, guys!" She winked as she gave us a flying kiss.

Kristoff, Drex, Benedict and I had our nose bleeding. We all fell down to the ground. I can't believe her godly charms can destroy us!

Lord Freya's body became golden bright as her hip boosters unleashed flames hotter than a sun. In an instant, she soared up in the skies like a reverse shooting star!

Diadem noticed that this will not be his regular fight. He held his chest and shouted with all his might.

"<Fake God Core: Hastur Ascension>!!!"

Tentacles spawned from his feet and arms, and now he is covered in a golden cloak. His face is pure darkness, and his eyes are glowing crimson red. He positioned his burning dark sword behind him, like a batter in a baseball match, waiting for the right opportunity to swing.

"<Carpet Bomb>!!!" Several metallic golf balls were released by the goddess's machine guns, which made the battlefield a concert for a never-ending explosion! Diadem/Hastur managed to deflect some bombs with his sword and tentacles, but he still suffered from damage!

"<Dark Hole>!!!" Hastur created a gigantic black hole that effortlessly absorbed the goddess of beauty! Now she can't move!

"This will be your end, Freya!" Hastur shouted as he charged his sword with dark flames as she jumped forward, ready to give a fatal blow!

"<Valkyrie Crusade>!!!" Several astral spirits with the same look as Freya appeared, and defended the real body! Each and every clone have their own version of melee weapon! Ax swings, sword cuts, and scythe slashes were made to repel Hastur off!

Hastur also spawned his own flame clones to counter those astral spirits. He was busy fighting off the fakes that he failed to realize that his <Dark Hole> is already out!

"Haaaaaah!" Lord Freya made a real flying kick to the fake god, but the fake god blocked it with his sword! There was a strong gust of wind due to the impact!

"To think that you can match me in this form!" Hastur cried.

Freya used her boosters to dashed backward, and then she fired her submachine gun into the tentacles around. Purple blood splattered on the snow as the tentacles were blasted out.

"I'll finish you with this!" The enraged Hastur shouted. "<Fake God Core Release: Yellow Sign>!!!"

When the red eyes of the fake god glared, Lord Freya became black and white, as if she was a stone.

Yellow sign...

That spell is the one which hypnotized and made me insane, transforming me into a mountain-size Cthulhu! If Freya's hit by that… she'll turn into a Cursed Guardian!

Freya summoned all her willpower to resist!

"You...won't...be...able...to...corrupt...me!" She shouted. "<Aether Switch>!!!"

In a blink of an eye, they swapped positions!

The moment Hastur turned around, a blinding golden light crashed upon his back! No, it's just a fast streak! It's so quick that I can't see her movements!

"<Dance of Death>!!!" The golden streak went through the fake god's body over and over, cutting all tentacles along the way. It's like she's fighting like the Flash, the only difference is that she can fly as fast!

There was a strong kick that made Hastur crashed to the ground. Not waiting for the smoke to clear up, Lord Freya merged her submachine guns into a powerful cannon that charged photon energy!

"This is for hurting my loved ones!" Freya shouted. Then the powerful beam went straight to the enemy! "<Aether Blast>!!!"

There was a deafening burst. Snowflakes showered around the place.

<>

"Hey…" Heushac muttered. "Did she wi-"

Everyone in the Aether Crusade covered his mouth. Then we all shouted in sync! "DON'T JINX IT!!!"

Luckily, it was never jinxed. Diadem, with his half-naked body, is now unconscious at the center of the crater. Ayano cast her <God-Sealing Torii> to staple the genocidal maniac's movements to prevent any escape.

Tiara and I went to the crash site and saw the silver-haired genocidal maniac completely unconscious. He was utterly defeated.

There was an inside voice in my head, telling me to lubricate my blade with his blood and flesh. Diadem's scream will be music to my ears if I heard it.

"Ric..." Freya's voice led me back to my own consciousness. When I looked at her, she just shook her head.

I clenched my fist. As much as I wanted to kill that man, I can't. I'm better than this. I may also have been previously cursed, and I know that being engulfed by my own sins will make me evil.

Diadem is just unlucky to be cursed. That's the bitter pill of reality that I should accept.

Three Gate Guardian priests rushed to the scene, and they cast a <Teleporting Gate> spell. Finally, Diadem has been successfully restrained, captured and transported to the authorities.

"Looks like white-and-blue stripes are the lucky color of the day." Freya smirked at me.

"Shut up…" I coldly said.

"I-I'll repair your pants immediately, Rikkun!" Tiara said as she withdrew a sewing kit from the supplies in the wheelbarrow.

Just before we can all sit back and relax, something… or someone telepathically shouted at me.

JUDGMENT HAS COME

There was a voice inside my head. In an instant, without feeling any pain or hearing anything, I blacked out.

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