A Cliché Multiverse Story

And I'm back. Didn't mean for this to go longer than a week, but my laptop died on me when I was going to resume writing last week.

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[—You have leveled up!]

Asahi smiled, pleased with the hard work his women did in his absence. He had become level 36, only fourteen more before he unsealed a new class.

"I'll get going now," Asahi said. "Have to accompany this spoiled woman."

"Yeah!" Gabriel yelled impatiently.

Michael nodded, giving a soft smile to his sister Gabriel. "The goal of our meeting was bringing peace into the Underworld. Since you'll take that job, let's consider this meeting a success."

"Fine by me," Uriel said with a light shrug.

Raphael silently nodded. Asahi bade them farewell and walked toward Gabriel's room with a mature airhead clinging to his arm. He had lewded his devil maid before coming here, yet he couldn't help but glance at Gabriel's charming bosom pressed against his arm.

'She is pushing my limits.'

He took a deep breath. Gabriel seduced him without her awareness.

The hieroglyphs on his back suddenly tingled.

'Loki took Astraea. I needed a level up.'

(My Love, you should do it soon. Let the excelia merge with your soul! Speaking of which, have I explain the process of level up in this world?)

'Isn't it just get XP and level up?'

(Yes… Um. It's a lot more complex with the gods' involvement.)

'Sure. I don't mind if you spoil that part.'

Klyscha began the explanation. God's Falna worked in a simple yet complex way—the Falna recorded every accomplishment and converted it into excelia. When a deity updated the status, the excelia merged with the body and strengthened it from the inside. However, Level up was a different matter as it involved expanding a soul's container to carry more excelia. Weak excelia couldn't do the task, so a notable achievement was required for a level up. There was a reason why the strongest adventurers were called 'heroes' and 'legends' in this world. They were either born with a higher level soul vessel or they pushed themselves to the brink of insanity.

Asahi was a mixed case as he was born with a normal soul but Klyscha expanded his vessel with Amrita as well as his karma. The Seraph clinging to him belonged to the latter as God created her and bestowed a part of his power on her.

Gabriel pushed open the door and pulled him. The force in her hands surprised him. A brief look at her glowing halo made him realize—she was unconsciously using her light abilities to reinforce her body. He could overpower her if h tried, but he chose not to. Her bouncy personality breathed a different air into his life.

Gabriel dragged him to her sofa and plopped down. Her breasts bounced violently for a moment. He burned the sight into his eyes. Then she gently pulled his hand while she took the controller with her other hand.

"Come, sit!"

Asahi sighed and sat down. She put another controller in his lap and snuggled with him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Did you bring new games?"

"I have some."

Klyscha could create any number of games, whether it was from the far future or from the first generation of games, Klyscha could create it with KP.

(Some adult-like pg-13 games for innocent cutie-pie!)

'Great.'

He was going to spend the entire day with her and the rest of the night chatting with his wives. Nearly every girl in his harem, even the frail Shizuka, could go a day or two without sleep. He was itching to check how much Saeko and Aimi had grown with their relentless training.

Asahi immersed himself in playing games and entertaining Gabriel. In every game, Asahi allowed the Seraph to win. She was too clumsy considering his superhuman reflexes.

"Asahi, you can do better." She flashed a smug smile. "You liked peeking at me last time. I'll let you peek more if you win~."

Asahi blinked his eyes. Her way of motivating was stimulating. How could he call himself a man if he declined such a tempting offer?

"Accepted."

"What if you lose?" Gabriel winked mischievously as her bright halo turned gray, bordering black at some spots. "Headpats~?"

Her selfish desires, or rather her lust for headpats brought her this close to falling. She didn't notice anything, her mind too busy recalling the marvelous feeling of his hand rubbing her head. That warm, fuzzy feeling numbed her on every front. It made her feel different from her usual, mundane life. From the moment she came to this world, she had never felt more alive. If it was for his headpats, she didn't mind letting him see her body. Even though she knew it was wrong to act this way, she couldn't stop herself.

'He already saw me before.'

With this line of thought, she had thrown the bet at Asahi.

"Fine by me," Asahi agreed. He was more than happy to spoil this hungry woman.

"Let's start."

The game they were playing was the nostalgic street fighter game. The game was hella fun even with its outdated graphics. Asahi instantly locked Chun Li while Gabriel chose Ken.

"Good luck," Gabriel said, her eyes burning with a competitive spirit.

"You too."

Asahi smirked and waited for the round to begin. This time, he didn't hold back and unleashed hell on Gabriel's character. Gabriel didn't get to block once as Chun Li's fierce kick combos kept knocking Ken down.

She smashed every button but Asahi didn't stop. Gabriel watched everything with eyes full of despair. Her mood sank like her character's health bar. The thought of snatching Asahi's controller crossed her. As she reached out to him, the door was flung open.

"Gabriel!"

God held the doorknob with a panicked look on his face. He took in the sight of Gabriel and Asahi playing the game and froze.

"You're here…?"

He had never been so utterly confused in his life. He rushed here when Heaven's System kept flashing a warning in his head. It warned about Gabriel's imminent transformation into a fallen angel. He thought the despair of not meeting Asahi was going to make her fall.

But Asahi was right here.

'Then what the hell happened in the game?'

Seeing God, Gabriel restrained her emotions and put down the controller. She mistook his haggard appearance for his efforts in searching for Asahi and smiled.

"Father, thank you."

Asahi clicked his tongue. "Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

He almost beat Gabriel. Of course, he was aware of Gabriel's flickering halo. But he didn't care about it. Whether she was an angel or a fallen angel, Gabriel would be the same innocent airhead, whose charm was nearly unmatched.

The response of Gabriel and Asahi confused God even more. He closed the door behind him and approached the two.

"Lad, we need to talk about that," Biblical God said, giving a brief glance at Gabriel.

Asahi caught his hint and nodded. "Anytime."

Asahi knew his desires more than anyone. If he didn't take Gabriel, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. Spending time with the airhead Seraph had become a part of his daily life, and he didn't want to lose this anytime soon. This selfish behavior of his had made him create a harem of beautiful girls in the first place.

'One more wouldn't hurt.'

Besides, Gabriel had grown cunning ever since she met him. Trickery, betting, blackmailing—she did things no angel would ever do. She could easily comprehend things like marriage and relationships if he patiently explained.

Biblical God sighed in relief. He had to hurry up their marriage. As the future leader of Heaven, he couldn't let him marry Gabriel if she were to fall. It wouldn't fare well for Heaven's reputation. The best course of action was to marry them Gabriel's desires pushed her down her angelhood.