My Soul card is a Reaper
Chapter 785 - 785: The world of Irth (part-51)

Soon, the portal flickered behind Azzy and Raphael, its light dimming as the pair walked through it.

Azzy, still recovering from the shock of recent events, could hardly comprehend what had just transpired. The colossal power and presence of Raphael had quite overwhelmed him.

Most importantly, this person isn't even a god like Zeus or an Archangel that lived for billions of years. He is a human who became a god.

As Azzy stepped out of the portal, his eyes scanned the surroundings. It was nothing but a barren land, which looked quite similar to his mindscape, without his undead beasts, of course.

Raphael spoke calmly, as if anticipating the questions that Azzy had yet to voice.

"Let me introduce myself, kid. I am Raphael Ben Noah," he said in a relaxed tone, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Although my birth name was Raphael Orkney Garcia. You can say I was your elder twin brother, from one of your past lives. But that's no longer relevant, though."

Azzy, as already heard from the founder spirit remnant, calmly nodded in understanding. "Yeah, I guess."

"I was originally born into the Garcia House," Raphael explained, his voice calm, almost nostalgic. "You can say I left at a tender age. I traveled across realms and eventually became a demigod. It wasn't long before I stepped into the domain of the gods and moved across multiverse."

Azzy was speechless. "Multiverse, not parallel universe?" he asked aloud, unable to hold back his curiosity. He was aware that there was a parallel universe, but a multiverse? Meaning many universes?

Raphael turned to him with a knowing nod, as if this was something Azzy should have already understood. "Yes, Multiverse," he said simply. "According to St. Ravens, there are more than two hundred universes, each existing as a pair. Ours is Universe-4, the fourth oldest among them all."

"Uhh… what?

Two hundred universes? He had only just begun to understand the complexities of his own existence, and now the concept of a multiverse—multiple universes—was thrust upon him.

So, it is possible that there exist beings stronger than even the Reaper?

Azzy's fists were clenched tightly, knuckles white, sweat dampening his brow—not from fear, but from the crazy he just had in his head.

He hesitated, and then finally spoke the words. "Can you help me with something, Raphael?"

As Raphael studied him, Azzy added quickly, "I want to speak in private—somewhere Chronos can't hear us."

There was a slight twitch of Raphael's lips, not quite a smile. "Already done," he replied. "The moment we arrived here, we were cut off. This planet's world laws are... different. They suppress all external connections to one's mindscape and soul orb."

Azzy blinked and took a moment to feel. It was true. The Reaper has the ability to read his thoughts and see into the future. However, there hasn't been any response from the Reaper, even when his soul orb was unsealed.

Not hesitating to waste time anymore, he let out a deep exhale and said, "I want to be freed from Chronos. Can you help me?"

Raphael's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Azzy didn't speak immediately. He looked up at the murky purple sky of the alien world, his throat tightening before he forced the words out. "I don't want to be associated with him anymore. Chronos did a lot for me, sure, but they were things I couldn't ignore anymore. I refuse to play his games anymore." His voice began to tremble, not with weakness, but suppressed rage. "I can ignore whatever he did for my sake, but making me kill Claire with my own hands—it is something I can never forgive him for."

Raphael remained silent for a few seconds and let out an inward sigh, thinking. "Back in your previous life, I was never a good brother. At least, in this life, I will do something for you."

"Alright, get ready for it."

Another portal was opened, and Azzy walked into it, following his instructions, disappearing from this barren planet and traveling to another one in a distant star system.

The new planet was hostile, not by life, but by force. Gravity crushed Azzy's body the moment they landed.

Despite having a divine physique and a body that can block an attack from even a god, his knees swiftly slammed into the scorched stone, breath ripped from his lungs, and the weight of the world pressed down like a mountain.

"What is this...?" he gasped, barely able to lift his head.

"A place of extreme gravitation," Raphael replied, floating effortlessly above the surface. "Apart from those planet and star sucking existences (Black Holes), this is the planet with highest gravity in the entire universe. Compared to Gaia, your home world, the gravity here is roughly fifty thousand times. And of course, the world laws here restrict even divine-grade Arcana spirits."

Azzy coughed and struggled, but then slowly shifted into a meditative posture. His legs screamed, but he endured it.

"Lie down if it helps," Raphael offered.

Azzy shook his head. "No. I'll face it."

Raphael gave no approval, but he didn't interfere. He conjured an intricate seal glowing with multicolored divine runes, then pressed it against Azzy's chest.

The pain was immediate and unbearable.

"Argh…"

Azzy's scream pierced the air. The seal shattered his soul orb in one brutal motion, sending a ripple through his entire existence. He screamed again, this time with a mix of agony and fury. He cursed Raphael, cursed Chronos, cursed everything.

"Control your mind," Raphael said sternly. "If you lose it, Chronos inside you will take over."

Azzy clutched at his chest, breathing ragged, struggling to hold onto his consciousness. Inside him, chaos was brewing—powerful remnants of time, causality, and entropy, all swirling without a vessel to contain them.

Azzy knelt, drenched in sweat, pain flickering in every nerve—but his resolve remained unbroken. Inside his body, something unprecedented was happening.

The first spark of transformation ignited as Raphael forced Azzy's soul energy into his sage core. The result was immediate and astonishing: the core evolved, becoming a Divine Core, a perfect nucleus for channeling mutated divine stem cells, brimming with raw, godlike potential.

Then came the Jewel of Life.

The moment it touched the Divine Core, a surge of overwhelming vitality burst forth. Azzy screamed, light pouring from every pore as his being ascended into the demigod realm. His body felt heavier—denser, not in burden, but in power.

Next was the Lightning Jewel.

Raphael pressed it into the Divine Core. Energy crackled and expanded violently.

Azzy's soul, once a solitary solar system with a central sun and ten planets, suddenly bloomed into a thousand soul systems in an instant—each identical, each swirling with celestial might.

But Raphael wasn't done.

With surgical precision, he reached into Azzy's core and erased Tellus's personality, stripping away the lingering consciousness while preserving the soul's energy.

Then, he fused it.

The result was quite staggering.

Azzy's body now held a million soul systems, his reserves amplified a millionfold, far beyond the reach of any average demigod. Raphael, wide-eyed, whispered to himself, "St. Ravens was right... This boy indeed has a stronger potential than my brother."

Then came the final integrations—

The indestructible Vajra.

The Black Crystalline Lotus

The primordial Jinn.

And even the Reaper's form, cold and eternal, was pressed into the core. Chronos surprisingly didn't try to resist it. He let things happen.

Azzy heard the Reaper's voice echo in his head as he was leaving the system. "I didn't expect our farewell would end up in such a way and so quickly. I guess, even with all my prowess, I don't have the power to manipulate your fate as I wish. But it is fine. When you enter God's Realm, we'll meet again. By the time of that meeting, you will have enough life experience to understand why I did what I did to you so far. When you do, I'll hear your opinion again. For now, I can only wish you the best of luck on your journey. Goodbye, Azrael."

Once the Reaper was expelled—its essence broken down and absorbed—something else resisted.

The Protos Being.

Its energy clashed violently with the Divine Core, nearly shattering the balance. "Dammit. It is the Anti-Divine source. How is that so many sources exist in this boy?" Raphael, grimacing, was forced to take a different path.