Mahoraga in Lord of the Mysteries

'Why are there so many dangerous people everywhere I go!?' Klein lampooned as he turned away from another route he was planning to take to reach the location of the event, the topaz crystal in his hand spinning rapidly clockwise, indicating his statement of their being danger on this route being true.

Still, after multiple tries, he finally found a route where the crystal was not becoming a jet-engine, so he chose that path and moves along it as quickly as he could. The longer he was exposed to the 'strangeness' of the golden helm in the sky, the higher the possibility of him and those around him being harmed or killed.

*Tap*

*Tap*

The air was thick with the acrid stench of scorched metal and burning oil as Klein moved through the crumbling streets. Steam hissed from ruptured pipes, mixing with smoke that curled into the soot-filled sky.

Gears and clockwork debris lay scattered across the cobblestone roads, shattered by the force of impact. Gas lamps flickered erratically, their glass cracked, casting jagged shadows against the brass-clad buildings now marred by falling rubble.

A shattered airship hung from twisted iron scaffolding above, its balloon punctured, fabric fluttering weakly in the hot wind. Panic echoed through the city; carriages overturned, civilians in soot-covered coats scrambling for cover, and the distant chime of emergency bells drowned beneath the crackling flames.

Klein tightened his grip on his coat's lapels, his boots crunching over shattered glass and brass rivets. But he had to find the source, he had to understand what was happening.

Only, the golden helm in the sky suddenly vanished, as though it was never there. Only its memory remained; an evidence likely to be removed meticulously by the official Beyonders of the various churches soon enough.

"I will break you~" Klein heard the words coming from what appeared to be a few metres in front of him, and with practiced ease, he flipped over multiple jagged rocks and broken metal pipes to reach a clearing in the ash and dust.

A towering, beast-like entity with an unsettling presence; neither entirely physical nor wholly ethereal. Its eightfold ring of golden spokes above its head resembles a mysticism sigil, one that seems to inscribe fate itself into motion.

The creature's body is a grotesque fusion of sinew and divine craftsmanship, an existence honed through countless battles, adapting with a terrifying inevitability. Its every movement carried an ominous rhythm, as though it is in tune with a higher order of law; one that does not simply follow the world's logic but rewrites it.

His intuition was screaming at him to get away from the creature.

"GO! LEAVE IT! IT IS BEYOND YOU, BEYOND ANYTHING YOU HAVE FACED BEFORE!"

And yet, its actions caused him to pause. He looked up at the target of the creature and furrowed his brows.

Was the creature talking to… the moon?

Suddenly, Klein felt his whole world stretch almost infinitely, stars being pulled into long lines as he arrived in front of the red moon he had only thought about a few times till now. It had only felt natural that another world had a different moon.

And yet, looking at it now, there was nothing natural about it!

The moon was no longer a celestial body, but a great, pulsating eye of crimson, gazing down upon the him with a hunger beyond mortal comprehension. Its light was thick, almost tangible, as if it seeped into the skin, filling the veins with something both intoxicating and corrupting.

Under its glow, the air carried a sickly sweetness, laced with whispers that slithered into the mind, coaxing out hidden desires, suppressed urges, and the madness lurking beneath reason. The city below swayed to an unseen rhythm, its people enthralled, their movements caught between ecstasy and despair. Shadows writhed where they should have lain still, and the boundary between flesh and the formless blurred as reality itself trembled.

This was not merely a moon; it was an altar, a throne, a manifestation of divinity that had abandoned reason and restraint. The Mother Goddess of Depravity did not simply occupy the Blood Moon; she was it, her will woven into its glow, her presence an inescapable tide that threatened to drown the world in indulgence, madness, and the overwhelming embrace of something far too vast, too ancient, too hungry to resist.

Klein's eyes widened as his veins bulged. His body collapsed near instantly to the ground, finding himself in the space above the grey fog.

Only this time, he was not alone.

The usually noble grey fog was being saturated by thick crimson blood at an alarming rate and his mind was filled with irresistible desire and lust, bringing him to the edge of madness.

"Calm child…" a soothing voice from infinitely far away whispered into his eyes, causing clarity to regain control of his body.

Klein was still reeling from the shock, when he returned to his body from the space above that grey fog that had just stabilised, and noticed the white creature pulling back and then throwing a punch at the moon.

*Crack*

*Boom*

The sheer force of the punch was enough to break the sound barrier, a feat he had not thought was possible until now, but what was more shocking was the effect it had.

Other than a loud sound and shockwave from the fist, nothing much happened here. However, in but an instant, the moon began to display changes.

*Sizzle*

The red ocean of blood he had seen just moments ago began boiling away at an insane speed. Despite their being no air in the vacuum between Earth and the moon, all of humanity could hear this strange boiling sound as though it was happening all around them.

Red veins emerged around the white creature, only to be turned to pure spiritual energy as soon as they formed, being sucked into the body of the creature as he took a breath to admire his attack and its impact.

The moon, no longer tainted by the domain of the Mother Goddess of Depravity, returned to its original white splendour, reality itself rippling unstably at the loss of concepts that held it together.

Dreams and Nightmares froze before dismantling all of a sudden causing millions to be woken up in the middle of the night. The Spiritual world existing between reality and the immaterial flickered more severely than most. Many parts of it simply crumbling away into nothingness, returning to the embrace of the Original Creator.

Spirit Creatures scrambled in an attempt to survive, killing everything in their way resulting in a mass migration event in the Spirit world, turning it upside-down in an instant. Messengers no longer delivered messages as it was impossible to traverse a rapidly deteriorating spirit world.

"Nooooooo!" every sentient being in the endless cosmos heard the dying shriek of a deranged existence no longer held together by her sanity, having long given up her identity of self for power and turning into a pillar of reality.

With all her Beyonder characteristics being destroyed, and her abilities being taken away by the white creature, she was destroyed along with it.

Nothing remained.

Her soul had never existed, her body having morphed into her spirituality millennia ago. What remained of her sentience, after all these years, was crushed under the weight of her own actions as the Mother Goddess of Depravity as soon as her Divinity, Authority and concepts were stripped from her.

Mahoraga grinned at having won over a previously stronger foe. Influenced by the few random times he had been summoned to non-magical worlds by edgy teenagers wanting to be special, he extended his index finger and thumb to form a right angle on his forehead, placing his other hand in a fist between his legs.

With a menacing grin, he began kicking in legs to the side in an alternating manner.

'Asserting dominance over a fallen foe. A true sign of respect!' Mahoraga smiled, satisfied at having fought a mighty foe, and defeating it, he turned to his next target, the Inextinguishable Ravings that were trying to gnaw its way into his thoughts.

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Note: I used a bit of AI to enhance my descriptions as that still seems to be a problem. And yet, I hope I have delivered what I have promised so far, an utterly broken mc rapidly scaling the universe in a world that would normally seem beyond absurd to normal reincarnators, but is a playground of fun and interesting opponents to our mc.