In this captivating rewrite, embark on an odyssey across the multiverse as Bell Cranel, chosen by a deity, navigates the boundless realms of existence, leaving an indelible mark on each world he encounters. Witness his ascent from humble beginnings...
| A Hero's Resurgence | —————————————— "Talking" 'Thinking' *Whisper* ——————————————
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"Greetings, dear Readers! I am Nikolai, the Author's Avatar and seer of the Multiverse. It is a true pleasure to be in your company as we embark on this literary journey together. As you delve into the pages of this book, I encourage you to share your thoughts, musings, and ideas for future updates—your insights are always welcome. But now, let's not linger on pleasantries. It's time to meet some of our distinguished guests." With a swift, confident snap of Nikolai's fingers, the room begins to hum with energy. In an instant, the grand theater fills with figures from countless realms, each one more fascinating than the last. The stage is set, and the adventure is about to begin. Let the spectacle commence!
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As expected, most of the newly gathered crowd erupted into chaos the moment they realized where they were and who surrounded them. Confusion reigned as people began shouting, some in fear, others in sheer disbelief. Many clung desperately to loved ones they had long thought lost to the cruel hands of fate, their hearts unable to process the impossible reunions happening before their eyes. Others, however, were less fortunate—old grudges flared, and tension escalated into outright fighting. The air was thick with a potent mix of emotions—grief, joy, anger, and above all, overwhelming confusion.
Yet amidst the bedlam, there were a few who managed to keep their composure. These individuals, more observant or perhaps simply more accustomed to the bizarre, noticed the one figure who seemed entirely unperturbed by the chaos: Nikolai. He stood calmly at the center, an island of stillness in a sea of turmoil, waiting patiently for the storm to blow over. His demeanor suggested that he had seen this sort of reaction more times than he could count.
One man in particular, a striking figure with a mane of crimson hair that seemed to shimmer like living fire, took the initiative to approach Nikolai. His mere presence was enough to draw every eye in the room, and as he moved with the grace of a predator, several women found themselves blushing furiously, captivated by his extraordinary handsomeness. But the crimson-haired man paid them no mind. His sharp gaze was focused solely on Nikolai.
"So, you must be Nikolai," the man said in a deep, resonant voice. "Bell Cranel told me about you."
Nikolai looked up, meeting the man's gaze with a knowing smile. "I see. Well, it is a pleasure to meet the Great Sirzechs Lucifer," Nikolai replied, his tone light and teasing, as if sharing an inside joke.
Sirzechs allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. "So, why are we here, including people who were already dead?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying the weight of a leader who had seen too much to be easily surprised.
