Preparations For An Uncertain Time

Entry 84:

Linus Ozias POV:

Improvement is subjective. I have known this for a long time, as many see physical strength as the definition of improvement; others see an increase in intellect or spiritual knowledge.

I see it as all-encompassing as I not only seek to improve my body but my mind and soul and understanding of self.

I have many martial arts that can do this, as the thousands of martial arts that Batman learned, along with some Chi manipulation from Shang Chi, help to balance my chaotic mind.

I worry for the future.

Yet I feel confident in my success. It is in this paradox that I find understanding.

My doubt will always exist and anchor, keeping me firmly placed in this reality.

But I must balance that with confidence and understanding.

In this balance, I find peace and define my own improvement.

It has been 2 days since the meeting with the archangels. They've given me time to train and improve myself. I have practiced my martial arts and weapon skills and prepared my magic by creating more complex holy constructs.

Eventually, I improved far enough so that I could create a holy construct of myself to battle against, and the results have paid dividends.

With my ten charges, I increased my martial arts aptitude and soul defenses even further as now, with my fists alone, I could shatter continents, and my soul felt like an invulnerable bastion.

Relatively at base, I am nearing Peak God class, but in my god mode, I could contend with the higher levels of the Hindu Pantheon.

As my holy construct continues to battle, our blows shake Heaven itself as I am allowed to use the Heavenly Arena to practice in addition to the fact that it allows me to practice my wards and runes.

I have been fighting my construct for 2 days straight, and I thank my new Angel biology for the fact that I required no rest, as my innate magic regeneration and control allow me to essentially fight on for as long as I do not overextend. 

I will wait for the day that I may recombine with my original body, and since I had solar batteries hooked up to my original body's armor, it's still gaining strength as it awaits the completion of my quest. It will be beautiful.

Luckily, the quest itself made it so that I only needed to stop the Khaos Brigade and become a God in my own right. Or at least how it is defined in DxD.

Power level-wise, I am technically a god. Still, I do not possess the innate energy unique to Divine beings. I assume I would need to take over Heaven and combine with the god system to ignite the spark that I apparently have within me.

I thank my broken limiter essence that when I become a God, I will not be beholden to the faith energy I gain from my worshipers as those limits are broken, but it will be an excellent addition to my arsenal. 

Every day, I thank the fact that I am allowed to have this journey as the people I have met are those many will not meet in their lifetime. I've seen the wonders of deep space, and now I've seen the wonders of godly domains, yet even in the face of eternal life, I find myself excited.

Because, unlike most immortal beings, I have ways to make anyone I meet eternal along with me so I won't end up like Salem from the RWBY franchise and embittered and alone.

Eventually, I will have my own multiverse created from the worlds that I have saved or possibly destroyed. Who knows? Life is chaotic that way, and while I am one for controlling chaos, I understand that both need to exist.

I'm going on a bit of a tangent, but such self-reflection is a part of me, and as such I acknowledge its importance.

But unlike a certain sayian, I do spend time with my loved ones as I have made repeated trips to Kyoto and Italy to visit both my kitsune girlfriend and the young nun.

I even remember yesterday Yasaka wanted a portrait to be drawn with me, her daughter, and herself in remembrance, yet the difficulty was that they required a lot of paint to draw and a decently large canvas.

I immediately made copies of the picture to hang in my residence, and I enjoyed the slow times with her as well, just taking in the scenery and talking.

Her experience is invaluable as I am not one for political matters nor matters of state, but with her, I have learned a thing or two.

Not to say I was inept before, but I was more hands-off as I was genuinely afraid I would mess up if I did take any form of leadership role.

It's nearing midnight now, and soon will be March 30th. In a couple of days, our young protagonist in this world will have gone on a date with a fallen angel and be tricked and die, awakening a great power.

But now I am here, and things will change. There will be no ridiculous power scaling from seeing breasts as each day I train myself to the limit as I have been constantly increasing the tattoo's weight on me and luckily I was able to use human magic to create some basic gravity runes.

Specifically, anytime I take a step, I don't crack the pavement due to the large amount of weight I carry.

Comparably, when I first placed these tattoos, I was carrying the weight of a small town. Now, I am nearing the weight of a small to mid-sized country.

Every single training session, that weight increases, and so does my resolve.

I even managed to unlock my Touki, which further enhanced my physicality. The only reason I was able to do this was because of my experience in Senjustu.

So I continue to focus on my life energy so that none leaks out in my attacks, similar to Whis's training in Dragon Ball Super.

Sadly, I will not be able to learn Ultra Instinct. Still, I could make something work with a combination of my Observational Haki and my knowledge of Touki and Senjustu.

I may or may not have attempted to create a Kamehameha wave which was viewed by Gabriel, and said failure to produce anything caused her to laugh. Before I could do anything, she was gone.

I will have my revenge. I don't know how I will do it, but I will have my revenge.

I even had some spars with Uriel, and my progress has yet to be shown better. Where I struggled previously, I could follow each of his moves easily. Even when he goes serious, it is only slightly more complicated.

But even when he was losing badly, Uriel, being Uriel, just got more excited. I wondered if he was the sayian all along, as he has always been a fiery archangel, pun intended.

It was such emotion that caused Uriel to have the most miracle children out of all of the archangels. While his children could not live as long as he did, he was always there for them even if they did not know it.

He has always been like that, such an emotional angel, but we all love him for it, in addition to the fact that he helped all the archangels get used to Metatron's ninja phase.

Each of the archangels dealt with the death of God in different ways, some took more responsibility, and others took it as their job to help other Angels keep themselves from falling.

Some became despondent and only did their duties simply to cope with the loss.

Such is the state of Heaven currently, but not for much longer, as I have already been in talks with Michael to analyze the system, and once I have gained my Archangel status, he will allow me access.

Sandalphon even visited me during my training as well and gave me ideas based on the anime she read for new moves which I will never admit actually helped.

Even if my fellow angels were never really my family, I shall treat them as such and uplift them similarly to what I did in the previous universe, as in this universe, it shall be known that Heaven uplifted Humanity to the stars.

So, as I stare at the holy construct I created of myself, I prepare myself to continue the spa, which he does, mimicking my stance.

My construct then begins by attempting to trap me in chains, which I then use my control aspect to disable but realize it was only a distraction as to attack my side, which I block and send a fist into the construct's stomach.

He is flown into the side of the Arena, but before he hits it, he uses his wings to stop himself, and as I fly upwards, we meet in the middle as our fists meet, with each punch shaking the Arena around us.

He dodges left and tries to attack me with hundreds nearing thousands of punches thrown at once, each with continent-shattering force.

I focus my senses to dodge each of his strikes, which is difficult as since he is a construct, he has no intent, so I can only dodge based purely on the trajectory and force of the blows.

He then forms a sword in his hand and brings his other hand up, motioning me to attack him in a classic martial stance.

I then form a holy construct blade of my own as we swing, swipe, and stab at each other, with each blow forming sparks and slices across the Arena, which luckily has a self-repairing function.

But seeing as I was getting nowhere, I sliced into the ground to kick up dust, and using it, I slammed my sword into the ground, creating rubble. 

I then used my control aspect to throw at the construct, which he then dodged, and as our sword met, I used my control over holy constructs to bend my sword at an angle so that I cut his hand off.

I end the fight by stabbing him through the chest. As the construct disappears, I analyze my struggle to find weaknesses or inefficiencies. I see a few, but any improvement is an improvement.

I clench my fist, knowing this is not enough, but I will get there eventually.