Information: "Boundless" is a story I'm writing, that gives Bell, Gojo Satoru's abilities, it's the same abilities just renamed, and using mana. Yes, I've given him the Six-Eyes, they are renamed, they look different, and with an added ability. The image above will be Bell's appearance.
World Setting: Record of Ragnarok
Event: Ragnarok Second Bout
Fighters:
- Bell (Boundless Story)
- Zeus
The Strongest Sorcerer vs. God Father of Cosmos
The coliseum buzzed with anticipation as the Valkyrie Brunhilde, charged with selecting humanity's representative for the second round of the Ragnarok Tournament, scanned the pool of potential warriors. Her brows furrowed in frustration as she watched the mighty Shiva prepare to step into the arena for the gods.
"No, no, no. He won't be enough to battle against Shiva, damn it!" Brunhilde muttered under her breath, her thoughts racing as she considered the dire consequences of losing this round.
Her younger sister, Göll, another Valkyrie, watched her sister's mounting anxiety and decided to take matters into her own hands. With a knowing glance, she spotted a mortal file that piqued her curiosity. She reached for it and presented it to Brunhilde, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"What about him?" Göll asked, her voice carrying a note of intrigue.
Brunhilde's eyes widened as she scanned the file, her breath catching as she took in the details. The young boy depicted in the file had distinctive white hair and striking red eyes. A sense of recognition washed over her, and she whispered, "Bell Cranel."
File No.00023798171
Name: Bell Cranel
Title: The Strongest Sorcerer
A triumphant smile graced Göll's face as she realized the significance of her discovery. "He might be the one," she declared.
With newfound determination, Brunhilde wasted no time. She summoned Bell Cranel to her side and explained the dire circumstances humanity faced in this pivotal round of the tournament. The fate of their entire race hung in the balance, and it was up to this young sorcerer to defend their future.
Bell nodded, his fiery red eyes reflecting his understanding of the gravity of the situation. He was no stranger to challenges, but this was a burden of unprecedented magnitude. Brunhilde continued, her voice steady but filled with urgency, as she revealed the identity of his opponent.
"You will be facing Shiva, the Strongest Indian God and God of Destruction," she informed him, watching for any sign of hesitation or fear. To her surprise, an excited grin spread across Bell's face.
The Valhalla Arena, a colossal stage that had borne witness to countless battles between gods and mortals, was abuzz with anticipation. Heimdall, the announcer and commentator of the tournament, took to the stage to announce humanity's representative for the second round.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he boomed, his voice echoing through the vast coliseum, "this human is unlike anything ever seen before, a boy who wields limitless potential, marked as The Strongest Sorcerer, even to this day! He may appear young, but don't let appearances fool you, because he was a chosen vessel, a Hero from another world! A Child of Astraea, and the adopted Grandson of his world's Zeus and Hera!"
Heimdall's proclamation sent shockwaves through the audience. The mention of a Hero from another world and the adoption by the King and Queen of the Greek Pantheon left both gods and mortals bewildered. The notion of deities caring for humans was met with skepticism and disbelief, but deep down, they knew that Heimdall was not prone to exaggeration or falsehood.
"The one who will represent Humanity is him!" Heimdall declared with pride, pointing towards humanity's gate. As if on cue, a deafening roar reverberated through the arena as a massive black dragon, with a single piercing eye, appeared, its colossal form hovering above humanity's side.
The spectators marveled at the dragon's size, but their attention was soon drawn to a figure standing atop the dragon's head. It was Bell Cranel, his white hair ruffled by the wind, his fiery red eyes gleaming with determination. With a graceful leap, he descended from the dragon's head and landed in the arena, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.
Heimdall's voice resounded once more, proclaiming Bell's name with fervor, "Bell Cranel!"
The crowd was a mix of reactions. Many of the gods, with their lofty expectations, chuckled at the sight of the seemingly unassuming mortal. They mocked his rabbitlike appearance, unable to fathom the power that lay within him. Some of the female deities, however, couldn't help but be captivated by Bell's presence.
Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, spoke in hushed tones, "This presence, it's strong, pure, how could a mortal possess such beauty?"
Ishtar, another goddess, replied with a hint of envy, "I don't know, but he's more beautiful than any deity I've met."
Even the Virgin Goddesses and Astraea, known for their detachment from worldly affairs, found themselves drawn to Bell's extraordinary aura. They exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued by this enigmatic sorcerer.
Meanwhile, a trio of gods observed from a distance, seated upon their thrones. Hera, the Queen of the Greek Pantheon, couldn't believe that her counterpart from Bell's world would care about a seemingly insignificant mortal. She couldn't help but wonder, "I wonder, is his version of me happy?"
Poseidon, a deity known for his pride and narcissism, couldn't tear his gaze away from Bell. He sensed an inexplicable potential within the young sorcerer, and his curiosity was piqued. "Intriguing," he muttered to himself.
As for Ares, the god of war with his oversized chin and peculiar haircut, he simply dismissed Bell as inconsequential, his arrogance fueling his ignorance.
Heimdall was about to announce Shiva as humanity's opponent when an unexpected twist unfolded. Someone informed him of a change in the gods' selection. Bell and Heimdall exchanged knowing glances, understanding that "he" was behind this alteration.
After a brief pause, a melodious violin melody filled the arena, captivating the audience. Hermes, the swift messenger of the gods, entered the arena, a mischievous smile on his face. But he was not alone. Following Hermes, a figure danced gracefully, swaying to the tune. It was none other than Zeus, the King of the Greek Gods, and he was reveling in his grand entrance.
Brunhilde's frustration reached its peak. She couldn't believe that Zeus, the mightiest of all deities, would make his appearance this early in the tournament. Her meticulous plans had been foiled, and her irritation was palpable. Göll, trembling in fear, muttered, "No way, but Zeus is the Mightiest Deity of all the Pantheons, if he's fighting, it's all over!"
Bell, however, wore a smirk of anticipation. He had expected Zeus to make his grand entrance, for he knew the king of the gods was too proud to miss an opportunity to showcase his power.
As Zeus towered over Bell, his massive form casting a shadow over the young sorcerer, he couldn't resist taunting his opponent. "Hey, will you be alright without that thingy? Y'know, that 'Valkyrie unite!' thing. That thing. Without that... kiddo, it'll be over before you know it."
Bell's response was laced with unwavering confidence as he looked up at the towering deity. "Sorry Gramps," he retorted, "but you'll have to try and land a hit on me first."
Bell's confident retort reverberated through the coliseum, leaving many, including the Valkyries and the audience, utterly surprised. It was as if he had already foreseen this confrontation and was unshaken by the presence of the mightiest god, Zeus. Brunhilde observed Bell's demeanor, trying to decipher the enigma that was this young sorcerer. She knew he possessed extraordinary power, but what else lay hidden beneath his seemingly carefree exterior?
As the tension in the arena thickened, Brunhilde couldn't help but wonder how this battle would unfold. In her eyes, Zeus represented the unblockable spear, while Bell was the unbreakable shield. It was the Greatest Attack versus the Mightiest Defense, a clash of epic proportions.
Göll, on the other hand, was filled with worry. She watched Bell with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity, unsure of what to expect. Brunhilde couldn't resist teasing her younger sister, knowing that Göll had a soft spot for Bell. "What's wrong, afraid you won't be able to ask him out?" Brunhilde teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Göll's face flushed with embarrassment, and she shrunk down, unable to deny her feelings. "Maybe," she admitted in a small voice, caught off guard by her sister's teasing.
Meanwhile, the gods in the audience reacted with a mix of anger and disbelief. Bell's audacity in addressing Zeus so casually and referring to him as "Gramps" had infuriated many. They jeered and shouted in anger, unable to comprehend how a mere mortal could show such disrespect to the king of the gods.
Bell, however, seemed unfazed by the uproar. He chuckled in response to the angry gods, his red eyes twinkling with mirth. "Geez, the Gods sure are lively, right, Gramps?" he remarked casually, earning a surprised laugh from Zeus himself. Their shared amusement added a surreal element to the tense atmosphere of the arena.
With Heimdall's announcement, the battle officially commenced. Zeus wasted no time and launched his attack, a Near Lightspeed Jab aimed directly at Bell. The punch moved at an astonishing speed of 0.01 seconds, a pace that seemed impossible to react to. However, Bell's response was nothing short of extraordinary.
With fluid grace, Bell evaded Zeus's punch by darting to the inside of the strike, leaving the crowd in stunned silence. Even Brunhilde, who had witnessed countless battles, couldn't comprehend how a mortal could move with such finesse. She couldn't help but wonder if her theory about Bell's abilities was correct.
Zeus pulled back his punch, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Ho Ho ho, not bad, kiddo," he complimented, "you successfully dodged my first punch."
Within the audience, Ares, Hera, Poseidon, and Hermes watched the battle unfold with varying degrees of interest. Ares, the god of war, remained somewhat dismissive, refusing to acknowledge the significance of Bell's actions. "How foolish," he commented, "they're impressed because he dodged father's slowest punch."
Hermes, on the other hand, was intrigued. He recognized the absence of a Völundr, the divine weapon granted to human warriors, in Bell's possession. "Yes, and without a Völundr, no less," he noted, acknowledging the young sorcerer's exceptional skill.
Hera, still in awe of Bell's display, commented, "Let's see what this human is capable of."
Poseidon, too, found himself agreeing with Hera while observing Bell's potential. "Indeed," he mused.
As the battle continued, Zeus launched another near-lightspeed jab, only for Bell to evade it once more, this time on the outside. The old god then initiated a relentless barrage of near-lightspeed jabs, each punch exponentially faster than the last, aiming to overwhelm Bell completely.
Bell's movements remained fluid and graceful as he continued to evade Zeus's punches with apparent ease. However, Zeus was not one to back down. He announced his signature technique, the "Meteor Jab," and unleashed a continuous flurry of rapid-fire punches.
With each punch, the speed increased tenfold, starting from 0.01 seconds and eventually reaching an astonishing speed of 0.00000001 seconds. Despite the overwhelming speed, Bell continued to evade the punches with seemingly minimal effort, leaving the audience in a state of shock and disbelief.
Brunhilde's suspicions were confirmed. Bell was indeed using his Boundless Ability, Eden, to slow down Zeus's punches, creating the illusion that he was easily reacting to them. Göll, who was still unaware of Bell's abilities, turned to her sister for an explanation.
"Sister, how is Bell doing this?" she asked, her confusion evident.
"Bell Cranel was born with an exceptional ability that has been passed down his lineage for thousands of years," Brunhilde explained. "It's a power known as Boundless, which grants him unparalleled control over space through intricate manipulation of mana at the atomic level."
Göll absorbed the information, her eyes fixed on the battle in progress. "Eden? Like the Garden?" she inquired.
Brunhilde nodded in confirmation. "Indeed, Bell Cranel's ancestors named the technique Eden because, similar to the garden, it was... well, infinite and a place where no harm could be done."
Göll understood and returned her gaze to the battlefield. "So, Bell is currently using Eden to slow down Zeus's punches and moving out of their way, making it seem as if he's easily reacting to them," she summarized.
Heimdall commented on the ongoing battle. "Zeus's punches are getting faster and faster, yet Bell Cranel continues to evade them with ease. It's an astonishing display of agility and reflexes."
In the distant thrones, the gods were equally astonished. "Impossible, how is he evading Zeus's punches at their fastest?" Hera exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Hermes, ever the voice of reason, offered his insights. "Bell Cranel possesses a hax, a technique called Eden. It seems he's using it to slow down Zeus's punches and make it appear as if he's reacting at that speed."
Poseidon, intrigued by Bell's abilities, asked, "Can his power do anything else?"
Hermes shrugged, "I do not know, but it's clear he's a formidable opponent."
Ares, however, remained steadfast in his belief in his father's ultimate power. "No matter what tricks he has," Ares declared confidently, "Father won't lose."
Among the spectators, a diverse range of reactions played out. Odin, the All-Father, sat in silent contemplation, trying to grasp the extent of Bell's power. Shiva clenched his fists in a mixture of frustration and excitement, regretting his decision not to face Bell himself.
Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, found herself in a trance. She couldn't believe that Bell, a mere mortal, was keeping up with her father. The elegance of Bell's movements, the pressure he exuded, left her feeling heated with a strange mix of emotions.
Ishtar, too, was entranced by the battle. She commented on Bell's beauty, surpassing even that of deities. The two goddesses couldn't deny the allure of this exceptional mortal.
Among the Virgin Goddesses, Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, watched with a keen interest. She felt a connection to Bell, a familiarity that stirred her heart. As the Goddess of the Hunt, she couldn't help but admire his grace and skill in the arena. "Orion?"
Astraea, the goddess of justice, was equally shocked and excited. Learning of Bell's identity as a Hero from another world, she couldn't help but wonder about his motivations for participating in the tournament. She yearned to hear his reasoning and understand the true nature of this enigmatic mortal.
Zeus's frustration reached its zenith as his relentless assault continued to miss its mark. Each punch, each jab, was effortlessly evaded by Bell, leaving the king of the gods increasingly vexed.
With a final burst of determination, Zeus unleashed one last high-speed punch, a desperate attempt to break through Bell's defenses. He put his full might behind the blow, aiming to end the battle with a single devastating strike. But, as had become the pattern, Bell eluded the attack with graceful ease.
Frustration etched across Zeus's features, the ancient god decided to resort to one of his signature moves. He bellowed, "This will end it, Divine Axe!" With that declaration, Zeus launched a swift and powerful leg sweep, a move capable of cleaving an opponent's body in two with ease.
The arena trembled as the divine force behind the attack threatened to shatter the very ground beneath them. The audience, both mortal and divine, held its collective breath, watching in anticipation of the battle's climax.
The divine axe descended with breathtaking speed, and for a moment, it seemed as though Bell might finally be caught in Zeus's devastating strike. But at the last possible instant, Bell vanished, leaving Zeus to swing his mighty blow at empty air.
A collective gasp of shock rippled through the audience. Even Poseidon, who had remained largely indifferent to the proceedings, rose from his throne in a rare display of emotion, shouting, "What?!"
Zeus, still caught in the momentum of his attack, wore a bewildered expression. Confusion danced in his eyes as he found himself unable to comprehend how Bell had managed to evade his ultimate move.
In the blink of an eye, Bell reappeared, but in a position that defied gravity itself. He hung upside-down in the air, a crimson sphere forming between his extended index and middle fingers. Energy crackled and swirled within the sphere as Bell chanted, "Ethereal Technique Reversal."
Poseidon's sense of urgency intensified as he barked at Zeus, "Zeus, move!" But fate had other plans.
Bell's chant reached its crescendo as he unleashed the full power of his technique with a single word, "Vermilion." A crimson blast of repulsive force erupted from the sphere, surging forward with destructive fury.
The impact was cataclysmic. The red blast struck Zeus head-on, and the sheer force of it shattered the air, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena. Debris and earth followed in the wake of the blast as Zeus's body was launched like a missile.
With a deafening crash, the king of the gods collided with the arena's fortified wall, creating a devastating impact that left the wall cracked and broken. Zeus's body, battered and broken, slumped to the ground in a twisted, unnatural pose.
The stunned silence in the arena was deafening. Mortals and gods alike stared in wide-eyed disbelief at the fallen deity. Bell, his gaze unwavering, floated gracefully back to the arena floor, landing with the poise of a true champion.
But something had changed. Bell's eyes, once a fiery red, had undergone a profound transformation. They now shimmered with radiant iridescence, hues of blue, purple, and silver intertwining in mesmerizing patterns. These patterns seemed to come to life within his irises, shifting and swirling with an almost cosmic beauty.
A soft, gentle glow emanated from Bell's eyes, casting an ethereal luminescence that seemed to radiate from his very soul. This mesmerizing radiance intensified as Bell focused his perception on specific magical or living entities, a visual indicator of his deepening connection with the energies he was observing.
Delicate veins of faintly glowing mana crisscrossed the whites of Bell's eyes, resembling threads of enchanting energy that visually connected his physical eyes to the metaphysical realm of mana itself.
Everyone present, mortal and divine, remained spellbound by the spectacle before them. They had witnessed the fall of Zeus, the king of the gods, at the hands of a mortal boy with eyes that held the secrets of the cosmos.
But the battle was far from over.
Bell, his smirk one of quiet confidence, acknowledged the shock and awe of the audience. "Wait, Sir Heimdall," he called out respectfully, his voice carrying through the stunned silence. "This match is far from over. Zeus is healing himself as we speak. Besides, neither of us are satisfied."
As Bell ordered Heimdall to hold off on ending the match, confusion rippled through the spectators. Many wondered how Bell could possibly know that Zeus was healing himself, while others speculated that his new eyes provided him with this knowledge.
Göll looked at her sister Brunhilde and noticed her sister's widened eyes. She realized that even Brunhilde had underestimated the full extent of Bell's power.
In the throned balcony, Hera, Poseidon, Ares, and Hermes were utterly shocked by the turn of events. Hera couldn't contain her distress and frustration as she shouted at Hermes, demanding an explanation for Bell's mysterious eyes.
"Hermes, those eyes! What the hell are they?!" Hera exclaimed, her composure slipping away. Hermes, shaken by the sight of Zeus's broken body, could only stammer, "I- I do not know, My Lady..." Hermes's thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. The sight before him was beyond anything he had ever witnessed or heard of in the realm of gods and mortals.
Ares, who had always been arrogant and dismissive of anything he deemed beneath him, went pale at the sight of his father's battered form. For all his bravado, he had never believed that he would witness Zeus in such a state.
Poseidon, on the other hand, experienced a different reaction. After seeing his brother's body mend itself, he realized the true magnitude of Bell's potential. His eyes narrowed as he locked his gaze on Bell, a sense of gravity settling upon him. At that moment, he recognized that Bell Cranel was no mere human; he was a "Monster" in the most awe-inspiring sense of the word.
While the crowd continued to question how Bell knew about Zeus's self-healing, we were granted a glimpse through Bell's eyes. His perspective was high-definition and surreal, allowing him to see a rainbow of colors emanating from the auras of different people. Through his eyes, we could witness the inner workings of their bodies, the intricate dance of muscle fibers, the elegant scaffold of the skeleton, the rhythmic flow of vital organs, the pulsating flow of blood, and the graceful contractions of muscles, all set against a seemingly transparent world that coexisted with the veils of mana.
Bell's focus zeroed in on Zeus, and we observed the miraculous mending of the old god's internal injuries. His ruptured organs repaired themselves, broken and shattered bones realigned with audible cracks and crunches, and muscles and tissues reconnected like pieces of a cosmic puzzle. The healing process was nothing short of astounding, a testament to Zeus's divine resilience.
Returning to the normal world's perspective, we saw Bell's grin. His eyes, with their enigmatic Ethereal Gaze, remained a mystery in this world, something that had never been discussed or recorded in any annals of history. Not even the All-Father possessed any knowledge of its existence.
Zeus's body, once contorted and broken, gradually shifted back into its original form. His wounds were healed, but he remained covered in his own blood, a testament to the fierce battle that had unfolded in the arena.
As Zeus raised to his feet, Bell's eyes widened, as Zeus flicked his wrist, aiming his pointer finger down. Bell immediately looked up and saw a flash of golden light. Realizing that a normal frontal attack wouldn't work, Zeus decided to strategize a sneak attack, using his divine authority to send a blast of Golden Lightning, naming the ability "Master Bolt," striking the full weight of his authority down onto Bell.
As the blast caused a giant explosion, Zeus huffed, hoping that the battle was over. But of course, Bell Cranel, the boy labeled "The Strongest Sorcerer," wouldn't be defeated that easily. Amidst the smoke of the explosion, a dome of golden electricity appeared before slowly dissipating, revealing Bell Cranel safe and sound.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. Bell had not only survived Zeus's devastating attack but had also managed to protect himself with a powerful barrier of some kind. Upon seeing Bell's barrier, Zeus finally realized what he was up against, and as the old god straightened himself, he recalled what happened before he was blasted, remembering a tiny glimpse, a split-second before his vision was engulfed in the bright red light, witnessing Bell's red eyes shift to what they are now. Zeus couldn't help but ask that question that ran through everyone's mind.
"Bell Cranel," He called, "That red blast, those eyes... What are they?"
Bell was silent for a moment, contemplating if he should talk about his powers, after about a second, he decided to explain his Boundless ability in general and only explained Eden and Vermilion, and, went on to explain his Ethereal Gaze.
Bell began to explain, his words carrying an air of authority and confidence, "Boundless is a power that has been passed down through my bloodline for generations. It grants me unparalleled control over space through intricate manipulation of mana at the atomic level. It enables me to alter the very fabric of reality, creating barriers, warping dimensions, and manipulating the flow of time itself."
He continued, "Eden is a technique derived from Boundless. It's a space manipulation technique that allows me to slow down the perception of time within a defined area. It creates a pocket of 'infinite' space where harm cannot come to me. Essentially, it makes me untouchable."
Bell then shifted to his explanation of Vermilion, "Vermilion is a technique that harnesses the destructive power of space and time. It compresses negative mana into a highly concentrated sphere, which I can then release as a devastating repulsive wave of force, it normally drains a considerable amount of my energy."
Bell then shifted to the explanation of his Ethereal Gaze, "As for these eyes, they are another part of my bloodline, they are known as the Ethereal Gaze, they grant me perception beyond anything you could ever imagine and grants me a plethora of abilities, from perceiving the magical plane to even efficient mana consumption. If I were to label and explain each ability they grant we'd be here all day."
Zeus absorbed Bell's explanation, nodding slowly as he finally began to grasp the nature of Bell's abilities. "Impressive, Bell Cranel," he admitted his tone a mix of respect and fascination. "You truly are a unique existence. But can you handle the full extent of my divine power?"
Bell's expression remained resolute. "It's one of the reasons I accepted to fight in this tournament, Zeus."
Zeus contemplated for a moment and then spoke, "Well, seeing how there is no way of hitting you naturally, and that your ability allows you to manipulate not just space, but time as well... All I can do is hope that negating one of these concepts will allow me to land a blow that settles this bout, cause even I have to admit I won't be able to handle any more hits like that."
With those words, Zeus grew in size, seemingly charging up an attack. Bell's eyes widened as he froze, alongside everyone else. Time had somehow come to a grinding halt. "This is it! The Fist That Surpassed Time!" Zeus yelled, unleashing this technique that gathered an incredible amount of power.
Within a split second, blood splattered. Something was wrong. The once-golden light surrounding Zeus vanished, and all that was left was a fist covered by black and red lightning.
But if the blood wasn't Bell's, it was Zeus's blood that splattered as his face was met with Bell's fist coated in black and red lightning, and the old god's head twisted a full 180 degrees.
Bell's voice rang out triumphantly, "Black Flash!"
Once time finally resumed, the audience became wide-eyed in shock. The only thing they saw was Zeus's body collapsed, his head snapped backward. For the first time, all of the gods stood up, not believing what they were seeing. Hera, standing from her throne, couldn't comprehend what had happened. Ares gave a rundown of what he could see: his father charging an attack, disappearing, and finally reappearing with his head turned backward before collapsing.
Hermes, the only person who could see what had happened, began to explain, "As Zeus was using his Ultimate Attack, The Fist That Surpassed Time, the moment he charged in and his fist was nearing Bell Cranel's face, his barrier technique's ability kicked in, slowing down Zeus's punch allowing him to evade by ducking under, losing a few hairs, and counter-attacked, striking Zeus's face with a punch coated in Black and red Lightning."
Heimdall, who was awe-struck and silent until now, was ready to give Bell the win. But before he could declare it, Zeus stood up once again, his head still backward. The old god used his hand to snap his head back to normal before cracking his neck and exhaling a sigh of relief.
"Geez, Kiddo, you don't pull your punches, do you?" Zeus asked rhetorically in jest, chuckling as Bell joined, saying, "Normally, yes, but seeing how you've managed to stand up after two normally fatal attacks, I think I made the right call."
"And that attack? You called it 'Black Flash', what was it?" Zeus asked as Bell began to explain his attack, "Black Flash, a technique that can't be taught or inherited, a distortion in space that occurs when mana positive and negative are applied within 0.000001 seconds of a physical hit. When a sorcerer can achieve this, their mana flashes black, and the destructive power of their strike is equal to a normal hit to the power of 2.5." Upon hearing this, the audience fell silent. Black Flash wasn't an added ability to his Boundless; it was a technique that every sorcerer could potentially use. If that was the case, then there were more powers within Bell Cranel's arsenal that every sorcerer could potentially wield, and who knew how powerful they could be?
"Unleashing Black Flash requires incredible concentration and no sorcerer is capable of using it at will, not even me. It does not occur randomly and requires immense skill and combat potential to pull off," Bell explained further, placing everyone in further shock from the implications.
After Bell's explanation, Zeus shifted the tone of the conversation. He fixed his gaze on Bell, and it was a look filled with curiosity and seriousness. "You know, kid," Zeus began, "something's been bothering me. Your eyes, there's no ounce of hatred within them. So, if you'd be so kind to indulge me... What's the reason you agreed to go toe-to-toe against the gods?"
Bell's iridescent eyes, shimmering with the power of his Ethereal Gaze, were a window into his soul. Within those cosmic swirls, Zeus saw not hatred but something more profound—a sense of pity. Bell began to speak, his words carrying the weight of his conviction.
"Hatred? I have no need for it," Bell explained. "The Gods wish to end my people, true, but I have no reason to be angry. I feel pity instead. I once believed the Gods were absolute, that they were beings with ultimate power and authority. Beings who could shift the balance, making the impossible a reality."
Bell's voice resonated with a sense of earnestness, and he continued, "Instead of using your power and authority to help others, you simply wish to destroy your own creations, instead of guiding them. I don't hate the Gods... But with my power, I have a responsibility to protect those who can't."
The arena fell silent, and the gods listened in contemplation. Zeus, despite his looming transformation and the dire circumstances, couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Okay, Bell Cranel," he conceded, "I'll admit it... you're a strong one. I was foolish... I was foolish to think I could win like this. I would have preferred not to do this since it rattles my old bones... but it's the only way."
The transformation began, and the gods and mortals alike watched in awe and trepidation. Zeus's muscles compressed to their limits as he yelled in pain, and his body underwent a grotesque metamorphosis. The very air quivered with primal energy as Zeus's form shifted into something otherworldly. A blast of condensed hot steam burst forth, shrouding Zeus in an aura of power that left both mortals and gods trembling in fear. It was a form that invoked primal terror, a threat detected at the most primal level.
Bell, too, was not immune to the fear that washed over him. He looked down at his trembling hand, his Ethereal Gaze reflecting his inner turmoil. The battle had reached a critical juncture, and the stakes had never been higher.
As Zeus lunged forward, calling upon his ultimate technique, "True God's Right," Bell realized that he had to use everything in his arsenal to stand a chance. He activated his Boundless Ability: Eden, slowing down Zeus's punch and striking back with Black Flash once more.
"Black Flash!" Bell exclaimed, striking Zeus' face once again with black and red lightning. But Bell's attack proved ineffective against Zeus's newfound form. He watched as his punch landed, and the Godfather of Cosmos remained unharmed. It was a sobering realization that Bell's opponent had become nigh indestructible.
"Darn it," Bell muttered to himself, sweat forming on his cheek. He knew that if he wanted to win this fight, he would have to use his trump card—the Domain Expansion.
Bell teleported away from Zeus from their previous clash, but as he reappeared, Zeus was already upon him, launching a powerful punch with his left hand. Bell's reflexes kicked in, and he countered by slowing down Zeus's movements and knocking his arm away. Before Zeus could react, Bell unleashed another Vermilion blast of crimson repulsive force. It struck Zeus directly, causing the arena to fill with dirt and debris, but the Godfather of Cosmos remained steadfast, seemingly unaffected.
Bell, now teleporting once again but this time in the air understood the gravity of the situation. His usual tactics were proving ineffective against Zeus's Adamas Form. "If I want to win this fight," Bell analyzed, "I'll need to use it." He had no choice but to rely on his ultimate technique.
With a deep breath and unwavering resolve, Bell teleported back onto the ground. Zeus lunged toward him once more, but Bell was ready. He expanded Eden, using his Boundless Ability to slow down Zeus's movements to a complete halt.
"Domain Expansion," Bell chanted, his voice resonating with power as his middle finger crossed over his index. "Boundless Eden..."
The world around them shifted. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp as Bell's Domain Expansion came into effect. The arena was enveloped in darkness, and a vast void of infinite knowledge opened up. Within this boundless expanse, Zeus found himself in a state of utter immobilization. The flood of raw information overwhelmed his senses, rendering him helpless. He could see and feel everything while simultaneously being unable to perceive anything. It was as if the entirety of his existence was compressed into an infinitesimal point, and he was forced to confront all his actions, regrets, and choices infinitely. Time itself seemed to stretch and contort within this domain.
Outside of the Domain, all the audience could see was a large black sphere where the fighters used to be. They were left in awe and confusion, unable to comprehend the nature of the battle unfolding before them. Some of the gods began to comment and theorize about what they had just witnessed. Shiva, Hera, and Poseidon shared their thoughts on the situation, while Hermes, Loki, and Odin discussed the concept of Domain Expansion.
Back within the World of Boundless, Bell knew that his Domain Expansion alone wouldn't be enough to defeat Zeus. But it had served its purpose—it had incapacitated the Godfather of Cosmos, leaving him unable to move or think clearly. "Sorry, Gramps," Bell said, his voice carrying a hint of regret, "but this is it."
Bell initiated his final technique, a combination of his Ethereal Techniques. He initiated via a hand sign that extends the index to the pinky finger in one hand outward while leaving the other hand folded.
"Ethereal Technique: Azure," he chanted as a large blue sphere materialized behind him to his left. "Ethereal Technique Reversal: Vermilion," he continued, forming another sphere, this one crimson, behind him to his right. The Domain was bathed in an eerie, multicolored light as these powerful spheres of energy hovered. Then, by switching his hand sign to a flicking position, with his ring and pinky fingers extended and his thumb holding down his index and middle finger, a tiny white sphere appeared in front of his pressed fingers that glowed, flickering between blue and red, before mixing into purple and changing the sphere to the same color.
"Void Technique: Violet..."
Bell then flicked the sphere of imaginary mass forward, a force of unimaginable power. It collided with Zeus, enveloping him in a cataclysmic explosion of energy. The very fabric of space seemed to bend and shatter as the attack reached its zenith. Bell's Domain, a realm of boundless knowledge, shattered around him, leaving him standing alone in the arena. He nodded to Heimdall, signaling that the battle was over.
Heimdall, his voice resonating throughout the arena, declared Bell the victor. Humanity's side erupted in cheers and jubilation, their faith in their champion reaffirmed. On the divine side, the response was silence. The gods, once confident in Zeus's invincibility, now watched in disbelief as their mightiest had been defeated. It was a moment that would be etched in the annals of history—an indomitable mortal had triumphed over the divine.
In the wake of the battle, as the dust settled and the echoes of the clash faded, Bell Cranel stood as a symbol of humanity's unwavering spirit and boundless potential. The Ragnarok tournament had shown that even in the face of gods, mortals could rise to unimaginable heights. Humanity had prevailed, not through hatred, but through compassion, resilience, and the unyielding belief that even the mightiest of gods could be challenged and, on rare occasions, defeated by the indomitable spirit of humanity.
THE END
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