He stood in a white void. No weapons. No artifacts. Just a single door. Behind it: his classroom from Earth. His classmates laughed inside. Kaori smiled. Even the traitorous Hiyama nodded at him like nothing had happened.
"Season 3 was entertaining," she murmured. "But the real war begins in Season 4. After all... every god needs a graveyard."
"You’re not a hero," Ehit’s voice boomed. "You’re a glitch. A malfunction. I will delete you."
"He’s not lying. Ehit plans to transfer his consciousness into this child. If we destroy the vessel without breaking the link, Ehit jumps directly into the world." Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou Season 3 -...
At the colosseum’s core, they found him: a boy no older than fourteen, chained to a throne of screaming faces. His hair was white, his eyes bled light, and his voice echoed with a thousand voices.
Hajime loaded a bullet forged from the seven labyrinth crystals. "Then let’s see who crashes first."
And he was terrified of Hajime.
"Normal?" He cracked his knuckles.
The air in the Haltina Labyrinth had barely settled. Hajime Nagumo wiped the dust off his prosthetic arm, watching as Shea Haulia’s rabbit ears twitched violently—a sign she sensed something far worse than any ancient magic.
"Liberators," Tio muttered, her dragon eyes narrowing. "No... corrupted vessels. Ehit is reusing his old puppets." He stood in a white void
They emerged from the labyrinth to find the sky over the Heiligh Kingdom torn open—not by clouds, but by a cascading rift of golden light. From it descended not angels, but husks : former humans twisted by divine magic, their eyes hollow, their mouths stitched shut with holy threads.
And there, at the teacher’s desk, sat a version of Hajime in a pristine uniform, glasses gleaming.
Hajime nodded. "Ehit isn't just watching anymore. He's moving." Just a single door
"That was the last of the Great Labyrinths on this continent," Yue said, her crimson eyes calm but sharp. "But the whispers from the Divine Mountain have grown louder."
Hajime stared for a long moment. Then he smiled—the cold, predatory smile that made demons flinch.