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Note :- Next Chapter Will be Huge Ark
Up in the 7th Heaven, God stood silently, watching over the 20th Layer of the Omniverse.
"This time… Zeus was born with a different fate," he said, his voice calm but serious.
His eyes focused on Universe 5021—the Percy Jackson world. In that layer, something had changed. When Zeus was born on Mount Crete, Reha had tried to protect him like always. She gave birth in secret and tried to trick Cronos, giving him a rock instead of the baby.
But Cronos wasn't the same in this version.
"He's too cautious," God muttered. "Even more than that cautious hero from the 10th layer."
In this universe, Cronos's paranoia had grown beyond reason. He knew all possible futures—every betrayal, every lie. So instead of being tricked, Cronos did the unthinkable.
He destroyed his own son's soul.
He threw baby Zeus out of the time loop, shattering 95% of his soul. The God of this world watched in silence as Cronos laughed, mocking Reha and Gaia.
Cronos had re-imprisoned the Cyclops. He shattered Campe's soul, the guardian of Tartarus, and twisted her mind, making her obey one command: protect Tartarus forever. She wasn't even a person anymore—just a puppet with one goal.
But God noticed something strange.
"This soul… isn't even fully formed," he whispered.
He turned his gaze to Campe—no, not just Campe. In this world, she was a reincarnation of Boa Hancock.
And he saw Reha, broken, weeping, clutching the lifeless body of her son.
The soul was scattered across timelines, billions of years needed just to recover 50%. But 70% was the minimum needed for a soul to awaken. And that… was nearly impossible now.
So God closed his eyes.
Across the timelines, he erased every remaining fragment of that broken soul. No more pain. No more suffering.
And then, he looked back to Universe 5021.
In the cave where Reha cried alone, holding her dead son, God descended gently, wrapping the space in warm, golden light.
"You don't have to cry, child," he said softly.
Reha looked up, shocked. The presence in front of her… it wasn't ordinary.
"I'll help you," he continued. "I will take this soul… this broken child… and raise him with Me and I am Chaos."
When he spoke, his voice was calm—but carried the weight of endless universes.
Reha stared at him, eyes full of tears. But for the first time… there was hope.
She nodded slowly. "Please… help my son…"
And Chaos /GOD smiled.
NOW:- Alright, guys, here's the beginning of the New Zeus: Percy Jackson Fanfic.
Now let's head over to the High School DxD world. Two years have passed since Duriel arrived there. Slowly but surely, he started performing miracles. People saw him healing humans. For example, one time a man was praying to the sun, and suddenly a beam of light touched a sick child. The child got healed instantly. It looked like the sun itself blessed him.
That's how Duriel started—creating fake miracles to gain attention.
Ten years passed. Then twenty.
He kept doing these so-called miracles in different parts of the world. More and more people started worshipping the sun, moon, and stars. Especially in a new place called Babylon, which had formed recently. Slowly, belief in these celestial bodies started to grow.
Duriel could feel fate energy building up. It was working.
But he knew… this wasn't enough. He wanted at least 50 trillion units of fate energy. That's the amount he needed to reach his real goal. So, he knew he had to do something huge—something that would shake the world.
But then, something strange happened.
The fate energy… started to change. It was no longer just energy. It was alive.
Duriel tried to absorb it, but he couldn't. The fate energy had gained a will of its own.
And then, out in a desert far away, something awakened. Ra—the true sun god, the one Duriel had imprsinated long ago—Created to life because of that same fate energy.
Duriel was shocked. He hadn't seen that coming.
But surprisingly, instead of harming him, Ra's Creation made the fate energy stronger… and it still flowed toward Duriel. He grew more powerful.
Then, one day, Duriel sensed something ancient. An old civilization. He flew toward it. In the center of that land, he found something strange. A new kind of energy—destruction energy. But this wasn't fate energy. It was different.
As he watched, the energy exploded—BOOM!
But it didn't destroy the planet. Instead, the blast shot upward, straight into space, like the energy itself didn't want to hurt the world.
Duriel narrowed his eyes.
Out of that blast, something started to form. A figure.
The being looked dark, with two normal arms and two more by his sides. The most noticeable part was his third eye on his forehead. It was shut. He looked unconscious.
Duriel floated above, watching carefully.
"This one's… unique," he muttered. "He could rival a low-level Machine God."
Then, it happened.
The being opened his eyes. A shockwave followed. And from the leftover energy, two more beings were born.
One had normal skin. The other had the same dark skin as the first being.
Duriel studied them. He could sense it—they weren't ordinary. They had divinity.
One held the code of preservation. The other, the code of creation.
The one with white skin… had four heads.
Time passed. The three beings slowly woke up, looked at one another, and gave each other names.
The dark one was called Shiva.
The preserver code was named Vishnu.
And the one with the four heads was named Brahma—named by Vishnu himself.
Duriel watched Brahma closely. He had creation powers, but on a low level. He could make organic life, maybe 100 or 200 humans. He could even create a planet, but it would take 2–3 years. Still, it was impressive.
Duriel smiled slightly, then returned to his old mission—fooling people, collecting fate energy.
But then, he paused.
Something was coming. He felt it.
A new presence.
A soft voice echoed, "So, you're the one doing all this…"
The voice sounded calm, even a little friendly, but the eyes... were Happy.
Duriel turned his head.
Standing before him was a man with shoulder-length white hair and a short beard. His presence was strange. It didn't feel like a normal god he fell darkness.
Duriel frowned. He couldn't sense emotions from him—but somehow, the man was mimicking them perfectly.
"Who… are you?" Duriell asked, eyes narrowing.
The stranger smiled.
"Let's talk."