Fighting the God of Mischief

Theo looked at him with a serious expression and said, "I've come. It seems I've made you wait."

"You sure do. It's been a while since I can use my power. As expected of the energy when ranking up to the Mythical Rank, it's surely quite big." The God of Mischief smirked.

Theo also realized that the time he could see these people were longer and longer as he rose through the ranks.

"I'm gonna tell you this one thing. Even though I'm going to limit myself to your level, I'll show you the full power of an Authority."

Theo raised his hand and tried to channel his power. As expected, he could summon his spear easily and utilize his Magic Power the way he used to. In other words, there was no need to hold back anymore.

Theo imagined a spear using his Reality Order and illusion, creating a pair of spears. After that, his clone appeared next to him and received one of the spears.