I let the genie out of the bottle

The floodwaters raged, and cries of agony filled the land. Starting from the borders of this island nation, the floodwaters gradually eroded the already scarce land, causing it to merge with the sea.

The neon-lit humans of a primitive civilization scurried about, gradually moving towards higher ground, but many more were swallowed up by the flood in the process.

In the end, the only part of the entire island nation still standing above the floodwaters was the summit of Mount Fuji, which remained less than ten meters above the water. That once tranquil, snow-covered land was now densely packed with fleeing humans.

Above, wails echoed everywhere, and deafening clamor filled the air. Below, the waves surged. This last remaining peak seemed poised to be swept away by a single, devastating wave at any moment.

"Then, let us begin." The Supreme God of Amaterasu closed his eyes, his voice solemn and grave. "Our land is as fragile as floating fat, like a jellyfish in the sea—"

As he spoke, the peak, which had previously only remained a few meters above the water, began to tremble slightly. Then, amidst the terrified cries of the people atop it, it began to slowly grow and rise.

Then, there are Taka-ō-san-rei-jin and Shin-ō-san-rei-zō, also known as Taka-ō-san-so-nichi-jin and Shin-san-so-nichi-jin.

"A tree grows in this country, its name is Fusang, it can reach the heavens, and the sun rises from above it—"

Then, on the summit, a huge tree rose from the ground.

Regardless of the means used, all pantheons must overcome the flood at this moment.

While Japan's pantheon may not be as comprehensive as that of the Bible or Indian mythology, it does have a geographical advantage: it is located in the Far East in a conceptual sense.

East, the land of sunrise.

With the help of the sun, torrential rains and floods are dispersed.

A radiant sun, its outline slowly becoming clear in the neon-lit sky.

India.

A spirit fish with a single horn on its head, Mattesia, was struggling to move forward in the turbulent ocean, dragging a large ship behind it.

That magical fish was one of Vishnu's incarnations. And the person riding on this boat was Manu, the progenitor of humankind in Hindu mythology.

All that could be seen between heaven and earth was a vast expanse of white water, the towering waves seemingly roaring. After an unknown amount of time surging through the raging waves, finally, a towering peak appeared before Vishnu's eyes.

So Vishnu, in the form of a spirit fish, brought the boat to the foot of this peak and had Manu tie the boat to the peak.

"Oh, fish, thank you for saving my life."

Looking at the vast ocean left behind him, Manu patted his chest with lingering fear and expressed his sincere gratitude.

“I am Vishnu, in the form of a fish, to deliver you from the shadow of death.” The spirit fish, an avatar of Vishnu, spoke in human language, “From now on, all living beings—gods, asuras, mortals, animals, plants, and even the entire world—will depend on you for creation.”

"You must continue to practice even more arduous asceticism, and your supernatural powers will become even greater. I will bestow grace upon you so that you will not be shrouded in ignorance during the creation of the world."

After saying these words, the spirit fish disappeared from Mo Nu's sight and reappeared in front of Lu Ye in human form.

"I wonder if you are satisfied with the performance of saving the world that we have presented?" Vishnu asked respectfully, bowing slightly.

Lu Ye did not immediately answer Vishnu's question, but simply let the floodwaters slowly recede, watching the empty land after the floodwaters had receded.

Then, he said calmly.

"For me, performance during this flood is meaningless; my only criterion is whether each pantheon can survive this great flood."

While they were chatting, Manu disembarked from the ship and went ashore, whereupon he offered sacrifices to the gods of butter, milk, whey, and curd. Immediately afterward, a woman appeared from among the offerings.

She claims to be the daughter of Manu, and that in the future, she will procreate with Manu to continue the lineage of humanity in the Hindu pantheon.

From then on, the Great Flood in the Hindu pantheon completely disappeared.

"Since you want to challenge me, then please do so."

As Lu Ye spoke, he glanced lazily at Vishnu behind him.

At that moment, he felt he had absolutely no interest in anything.

It wasn't that he had become arrogant; it was just that no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a way for Vishnu to defeat him.

However, Vishnu, who had not witnessed it firsthand, did know that his enemy was very strong, but he seemed unable to understand the gap between himself and Lu Ye.

However, in any case, it was neither a victory nor revenge for him, but merely a cup of wine with Lu Ye.

"I apologize," Vishnu said respectfully, without uttering a single slip of the tongue.

His choice to challenge Lu Ye after the disaster, rather than before, was itself a sign of weakness.

To challenge Lu Ye before the disaster occurs implies a desire to avert it by fighting him. Conversely, to refuse would suggest that neither he nor the entirety of Indian mythology truly intends to be enemies with Lu Ye.

As for wanting to fight Lu Ye—it was merely what he felt he, as Vishnu, should do. He must have given this battle considerable thought, right?

Unfortunately, this battle was unusually short.

Vishnu, dressed in royal robes, with dark blue skin, adorned with jewels, sacred threads, and a large wreath, held a conch shell, a wheel, a staff, and a lotus in his four arms. His gaze was solemn as he charged towards Lu Ye, weapons raised high.

Then, with an indifferent expression, Lu Ye slowly raised one foot.

"Have you ever been kicked by a light... planet?"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: People always want to ejaculate.

Have you ever been kicked by a planet?

Upon hearing this question, Vishnu, who was about to strike Lu Ye with his staff, paused slightly.

However, he was still a powerful god after all. Although he was somewhat confused by Lu Ye's words, he still possessed the basic qualities of strength.

Although he was thinking, his hands moved without slowing down. The staff, radiating a bright yellow light, brought with it a sharp gust of wind and fell directly towards Lu Ye.

Faced with Vishnu's direct and vital strike, Lu Ye remained unmoved, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the staff fall.

Are you being overconfident?

Vishnu's expression changed slightly, a thought flashed through his mind, and then he subconsciously felt a little excited.

Do you think you can just take my attack without any resistance with your body?

A fierce glint flashed in Vishnu's eyes, and the power gathering on his staff instantly increased. At the same time, his other three arms moved immediately, and the moment Lu Ye was struck by the staff, a series of chain attacks awaited him!

He was confident that even Shiva, caught off guard by this move, would be defeated!

“Even if we cannot win—” Vishnu gritted his teeth, “I will make you take back that arrogant and despicable attitude!”

Then, a strange fluctuation emanated from Lu Ye's body.

great--

This feeling arose in Vishnu's heart.

The figure before him seemed to be constantly growing taller and expanding. In just an instant, it seemed to have become more majestic than all the mountains in the world and more expansive than all the oceans.

Working under the stars and moon, reaching out to pluck the stars from the sky.

“This is—?” Vishnu felt his jaw tremble slightly.

He knew that Lu Ye's body had not actually swelled up, because his staff was still slightly above Lu Ye's head.

All of this is just my own psychological effect.

Instinctively, the hand that was tightly gripping the staff loosened.

Not only the staff, but the other three arms that were holding the other weapons also unconsciously drooped and loosened.

"At this moment, I am incorporating my own worldview into myself—ah, you probably don't understand, do you?"

Lu Ye spoke expressionlessly, stretching his body slightly.

"Although it's only a part, it's equivalent to shrinking a substance far exceeding the weight of Earth into my body. Therefore, its density is probably immeasurable, almost the same as a real black hole. If I hadn't controlled the range, the entire solar system would probably be plastered on my face—ah, you're not listening anymore."

Vishnu was indeed not listening, or rather, he was no longer able to listen.

Just by looking directly at Lu Ye, at that magnificent thing, he already felt mentally disoriented and his whole body trembled.

As they talked, Lu Ye suddenly felt a bit bored.

He is just too strong.

Vishnu's staff fell on his head.

The magnitude of the gravitational force acting on an object depends on its mass and the distance between it and the object. Another theory suggests that gravity is the distortion of spacetime caused by mass.

Around extremely dense celestial bodies like black holes, the gravitational force acting on an object can vary dramatically with even minute differences in distance. The consequences of such vastly different forces acting on different parts of the same object are predictable.

Then, this precious staff belonging to Vishnu was instantly torn into elementary particles due to the gravitational difference or spatial distortion around Lu Ye.

“If the three principal gods in Hindu mythology were reduced to two principal gods, it would be rather boring. After all, you have far too many incarnations.” Lu Ye said, gently lifting his foot. “Those like Mahabharata and Ramayana, according to legend, seem to have incarnations of you, and they occupy a significant role in the story.”

"So, I'll try to be as gentle as possible, and please don't die, please."

As he spoke, Lu Ye gently placed one of his feet on Vishnu's body.

Then, in an instant, Vishnu's body was torn to pieces by the enormous gravitational difference.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, the mangled body flew out like a super meteorite, leaving a bright trail of flames behind it as it rubbed against the air.

Slowly retracting his foot, Lu Ye raised his head to look at the trajectory Vishnu had traced.

"Never mind, it doesn't matter—anyway, since I didn't want you to die, you won't die."

With that, he disengaged from his fighting stance.

Judging from Lu Ye's condition just now, even Vishnu was far too vulnerable for him. However, since Lu Ye didn't want to eliminate this guy for the time being, his attack wouldn't kill Vishnu at this moment.

Even so—it's still not enough.

Lu Ye gently exhaled, suppressing the surging feeling in his heart caused by the power.

The pursuit of power is an endless journey. As long as we keep moving forward, the path will continue to extend.

The reason we think we are strong is simply because we are weak. The reason we cannot see those who are stronger is because our vision is limited.

"Ah, what a tough battle."

Lu Ye spoke expressionlessly, using a tone of reverence.

Then he glanced at the items that had fallen to the ground—Vishnu's various divine implements. Except for the destroyed staff, all of Vishnu's usual implements were scattered on the ground.

So, Lu Ye unceremoniously collected all his spoils.

"I'm just borrowing this for a bit. It's not that I don't plan to return it to you, it's just that I intend to borrow it for a bit longer."

In any case, we still can't waste it.

With these thoughts in mind, Lu Ye continued walking on the land during the great flood, observing the various pantheons' reactions to the disaster.

"Yet another pantheon destroyed in the Great Flood—"

In Lu Ye's hand was an ancient bow, which he had borrowed from the items dropped by Vishnu.

While playing with his new toys, he strolled past the site of this destroyed myth.

Without him even noticing, Lu Ye slowly conjured a jet-black arrow from the bow in his hand.

Humans always want to shoot something.

Thinking this, Lu Ye slowly raised the bow and arrow in his hand and drew back the bowstring.

Just then, he saw the outline of a great sun gradually appear in the eastern sky, becoming clearer and clearer, shining brightly.

"Who is this? They've given me a target."

As Lu Ye said this, he paused slightly, then casually released the bowstring.

"Boom!"

P.S.: It seems like Neon God doesn't have much screen time in High School DxD.

Chapter 40 Where is my huge sun?

"Oh, sun, the sun that rises in the east with its radiant glory—"

Above the neon-lit summit of Mount Fuji, several majestic figures stood, radiating a dazzling divine power.

Each of them gazed with resolute and unwavering eyes at the radiant sun that had been summoned above them.

As the radiance of the mimicking sun overhead grew ever brighter, joy involuntarily appeared on the faces of all the gods present.

Using the concept of "sun" to dispel "floods" and "storms" is the most suitable choice for Japan, a country with the "east" in its name.

As the sun's brilliance grew stronger, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to stagnate, and the raging storm gradually subsided.

"Your turn, Amaterasu."