The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The angels were all now eliminated. Their wings, once radiant and burning with divine fury, had been torn apart like paper in a storm. The battlefield was silent again. The skies, once dark and cracked with the thunder of justice, slowly began to clear as the power of Michael's Armageddon faded into nothingness.

Guy Crimson, Milim, Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, Carrera, Benimaru, Hakuro, Geld, Shion, Souei—all of them stood tall, mostly unharmed, victorious. Each demon and warrior cleaned their weapons or brushed dust off their cloaks like they had just finished sparring instead of surviving a world-scale angelic assault.

From the high towers of the Storm Kingdom, Veldora remained motionless, arms crossed, watching. His citizens, hidden deep below, peeked through Saiki's visual projections that floated like glowing mirrors in the sky—though none of them knew the source. Even Veldora thought the illusions were something he set up earlier. He proudly nodded, thinking, Of course my magic is this impressive. Obviously.

Across the Cardinal World, kings and queens, sages and tyrants, all watched through similar projections. From Elmesia in Sarion to King Gazel in Dwargon, even Leon Cromwell narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "That Veldora… has he really gotten that much stronger?" he muttered.

But behind all of it… was Saiki Kusuo.

Hovering calmly in the air, unseen, unfelt, unbothered, he watched everything like a tired janitor observing children break things in a toy store. He slowly slurped his coffee jelly with one hand while his other hand hovered lazily in his pocket.

Saiki narrowed his eyes behind his pink-tinted glasses. His patience was thinning.

Apollyon, the schemer of this angelic invasion, floated far away above the clouds, lips twitching in disbelief as he clenched his fists. His plan was falling apart. His perfect plan—ruined.

"Impossible," he hissed, voice cracking like glass. "They weren't supposed to be this strong. No, I calculated everything… I accounted for the Demon Lords, the ....even Veldora's bratty theatrics. So how…?"

And then—poke.

A single finger tapped his shoulder.

But it wasn't just a touch. It was like someone dropped a mountain on him. The sheer pressure made his entire body drop an inch in the air before he reacted. His eyes widened in sheer instinctive fear.

He whipped around in a blur.

Floating lazily behind him was… a pink-haired boy. Calm. Silent. With the most unimpressed look Apollyon had ever seen on a living thing. A boy casually spooning coffee jelly into his mouth like nothing in the world mattered.

"…What the—" Apollyon's voice cracked. "Who are you? How did you get up here?!"

Saiki didn't respond immediately. He simply blinked twice, swallowed his jelly, and sighed.

"So," he said blandly, "are you done with your little game now?"

Apollyon's eyes burned. "Game?! You dare mock me?! Who do you think you are, human?"

Saiki looked down at his spoon, disappointed it was empty. He floated the next cup of jelly from a pocket dimension and cracked it open mid-air.

"Yare yare… I didn't want to do this," he muttered. "Guess it has to be the hard way."

Before Apollyon could respond, his own hand slapped him across the face.

SMACK!

"What the—?!"

SMACK!

"Stop—what are you—?!"

SMACK!

Another one. Then another. His left hand now joined the rebellion.

Apollyon began spinning mid-air, hands slapping himself across the face in random intervals. He tried to resist. Tried to stop his limbs. But they moved like marionettes. Like his body had betrayed him.

"HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" Apollyon screamed between slaps. "This… this should NOT be possible!!"

He grit his teeth and started glowing with raw divine energy, trying to burn away the invisible psychic grip controlling his limbs. But it didn't work. His hands just clapped themselves together and hit his own nose.

Saiki floated closer, watching like a bored teacher waiting for a student to finish throwing a tantrum.

"You're not very smart, are you?" Saiki sighed. "I was watching the whole time. From the moment you started whispering in Rudra mind. You really thought no one would notice?"

Apollyon's slaps slowed down, but now he was breathing hard. Angry. Scared.

"…Who are you…?"

Saiki finally gave him a real look. His aura subtly changed. The space around him warped, just slightly. Reality rippled like water around a dropped pebble. Not flashy. Not loud. But undeniable.

Saiki's eyes sharpened. "I'm just a guy trying to enjoy peace and quiet. But when people like you show up, I have to step in. Annoying, right?"

Apollyon's eyes widened.

"…No. No. Veldanava warned me… He said there were anomalies in this world. Individuals even he couldn't predict. He said… 'They will surprise you.'"

He finally understood.

This… this was one of them.

An anomaly.

A silent god hiding in plain sight.

"You're not supposed to exist…" Apollyon whispered. "You shouldn't be this strong. No one should be able to override me like this!"

"Yare yare," Saiki muttered, holding out a hand.

Before Apollyon could protest, a shockwave of pure psychic energy crushed the space around him.

Then—pop.

He vanished.

Gone.

No light. No sound. Just gone.

Apollyon's eyes shot open.

He was back.

In the vast, empty dimension sealed away beyond time and space—the prison Veldanava had crafted eons ago. The walls were cosmic threads of divine logic and paradoxical time.

And standing there… waiting for him…

Was Veldanava.

Tall. Serene. Timeless.

He didn't speak at first. He just looked at Apollyon with a mix of disappointment and amusement.

"Well," Veldanava said at last, folding his arms. "Looks like you've learned your lesson."

Apollyon dropped to his knees.

"…It was him," he muttered. "The pink-haired one…"

Veldanava smirked. "I know."

"…Who is he?"

Veldanava simply chuckled and turned his back.

"A reminder," he said, walking away. "That no matter how much you plan, how strong you are… the universe always has its surprises."

And far, far away, floating high above the Cardinal World again… Saiki let out a sigh.

"Finally… peace."

He looked at the sky, peeled another coffee jelly open, and lazily floated toward the horizon.

"Yare yare daze."