I created my own system

Chapter 389: Why not?

"Jeremiah, this magic circle—can you identify it?"

[Yes, Creator. After analyzing it, I've concluded that this is a teleportation magic. I am currently trying to break it, but it seems this spell has been embedded for a long time. I can't bypass it like how we usually break spells.]

"I'll try—wai—"

The two were in a state of urgency when they felt the sudden activation of the spell.

"Shit, hang in there."

Apollo sent a notification to his friends, who were first relieved by their success with the bombs. However, seeing the new panel from Apollo made them all panic.

"How many enemies are we expecting?" Keith asked, while the others who had returned to cook rushed back to see the situation.

"What do you mean by how many?" Mckenzie asked cluelessly, still holding the knife he had been using.

"Apollo noticed a teleportation magic. He wasn't able to break it before it activated," Keith replied.

Mckenzie then looked at Aaron, his expression silently asking if he could help. But the latter was already exhausted from all the teleportations they had done earlier. The same went for Keith—he wouldn't be able to use his blessings due to exhaustion.

They all looked at Apollo, who bore a very complicated expression.

"Apollo, you look… upset?" Arabella said, recognizing her friend's expression as it shifted from frustration to resentment.

"What is it?" they all asked, knowing someone was getting pissed off.

Then another notification arrived, showing the number of enemies that had just arrived.

"Apollo?"

Blair could feel the growing tension inside his friend's mind. It was triggered by something, and he knew this scenario wouldn't end well.

"I'm alright," Apollo began to speak. His voice carried animosity. He was clearly mad—but more than that, his desire for destruction was escalating rapidly.

"Those bastards," he said, his voice laced with darkness.

"Bastards?" Keith asked, confused, while Mckenzie suddenly remembered something.

"Don't tell me…" he muttered as he glanced at Niko, who soon realized who Apollo was referring to.

Braiden and Casper were confused but too afraid to ask, while Matilda motioned for the rest not to speak.

Keith held his breath, waiting—but a panel already appeared, showing the information he needed.

"Three million," he muttered uneasily.

"This number… can the other territories handle this?" he wondered as he swiped the map—only to see more teleportation magic activating.

"I think I need to step up," Apollo finally spoke, his expression already calm—as if he wasn't about to create a storm.

"Are you sure? I know you haven't fully recovered," Blair reminded him, sensing his mental state.

"Don't worry. I won't be coming in person."

He waved his hand, creating another type of warrior. His friends were left speechless as they saw the soldier, which resembled Apollo's demon form.

"I'll be sending him instead," Apollo smirked, causing his friends to laugh lightly.

"Well, since you're sending a brave warrior, let me help," Samael stepped forward, calm as always.

Standing before the seven-foot-tall demon, he began praying in a language Apollo had never heard—yet it felt strangely familiar. The boy, with earnest devotion, gave a portion of his power to the warrior.

A strange wave of heat washed over the kitchen as multiple engravings emerged on the warrior's surface.

"Don't tell me he's lending his blessings to the warrior?" Apollo muttered as he sensed a faint Authority dwelling within the markings.

[Samael used a spell that enables him to share a portion of his blessings, though it cannot be used freely.]

Jeremiah reported, clarifying what was happening.

The room filled with tiny fragments of flame, which soon turned into shards of light. The power of space took over, carving glowing runes across the blackened armor of the artificial soldier. More Authorities followed, leaving Apollo in awe—unaware that such things were even possible.

As different streams of light danced through the chamber, Blair stepped forward, holding a light manifested through his will and blessings.

That blinking trace of energy made Apollo hold his breath. It was pure—somehow familiar. The same power he once used against Dominos. A will-filled force.

Blair stood before the demon soldier, its domineering stature almost lifelike, as if it could breathe within its black metallic body.

The Authority of Mystics transformed into a blessing, allowing Blair's desire to take form. With a wave of his hand, the vacant eyes of the soldier glowed.

Apollo felt his breath catch.

His connection to his creation suddenly felt vague—no longer under full control. Something had been added to the soldier's program core.

"My enchantment… it was mended. He condensed the code and embedded it within the soldier, transforming it into something closer to human thought," Apollo muttered.

He glanced at Blair.

"He used his blessings to grant the soldier independent thought, using my original code as the foundation."

As the power was fully absorbed, a pair of ruby-red lights flashed from the helmet's slits.

It was awake.

Excitement filled the kitchen as everyone wondered how it would perform.

"Apollo," Keith called, "you can send it now."

Since Aaron was exhausted and unable to use his blessings, Apollo was their last option.

Apollo nodded.

He began chanting—though in truth, he was using the Authority of Space to transport his representative.

With a flash of light, the demon soldier vanished.

Its arrival on the battlefield stirred chaos.

"What is that?!"

On the other side of the war, the enemies faced a new variable—one that made their siege far more difficult.

Apollo's POV

There was a time when I wondered why the children and followers of other gods never lent their hands—when the incident of the Five Descendants and the Monastery happened.

Why didn't they show concern? Why didn't they send even the smallest assistance?

Why was there no attempt at all?

Curiosity drove me to ask the Emperor.

That was when I learned the truth.

The tragedy could have been avoided.

If only the other holders of the divine blessings had agreed to surrender their power, just until the Monastery had been destroyed. Instead, they clung to it. Negotiations limited the sacrifice allowing only the youngest descendants to manifest the authority.

More lives could have been saved.

The hunt could have been avoided

But instead of reaching out, instead of opening their hands for those dying kids, they tightened their fists. They clung to their power—greedy, indifferent.

I was mad before.

Now, I am furious.

They did nothing back then—and now here they are acting like they have a right to intervene.

My desire to kill surged as Jeremiah's notification appeared before me.

[Multiple prominent presences detected]

[Scanning…]

[Scan complete.]

[The system has detected Godly blessings.

Champions bearing divine will are likely siding with the enemy.]

My jaw tightened, my heart beat like a hungry beast ready to run wild at any minute.

I tried to calm myself, keeping my expression blank.

No emotion showed—yet that only made it clearer how upset I was.

I wore an expressionless mask, hoping it could dispel the burning fury beneath it; however, it didn't work for those who saw me.

I screwed up.

They know.

I should calm down, like a mantra I keep repeating that in my mind.

My gaze drifted from the panel to a certain memory I remembered, Alicia, her warnings, her strict insistence that I stop overworking. Her words, her voice slowly pulled me, even if only barely.

My eyes then shifted once again to my status window—one I had just upgraded.

The upgrades consumed a massive amount of essence, but it didn't matter. My strength was still growing, and what I spent would soon be replenished.

With death rampant across the battlefield, my power was at its peak. Essence poured in at an alarming rate. I could maximize any spell I wanted.

But that wasn't what I needed.

I watched the live footage.

Then an idea struck me.

Right…

Why not?

My desire guided my skill, shaping reality.

An image formed.

Another me.

One filled with malice.

One that will bring pain and madness

A fragment of my will brought into existence.

To make them suffer.

Make them feel the pain of loss—

To make them taste the delicious flavor of grief that swallows their entire being.

Just like what happened to my friends.