Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 1912: Sylphy’s True, Untapped Potential

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“You’re not a pet. I’m simply offering something in exchange for your help. The fact that we’re having a civilized conversation right now proves I don’t see you as one,” I said.

Armageddon considered my words for a full five minutes. Then, slowly, she unraveled the cocoon. Her massive body twisted and shifted until she transformed into an ethereal, blazing humanoid ant floating before me.

“You revived me,” she said at last. “So perhaps I should reconsider. If we truly share the same goal, you’ll need to prove it first. Show me you’ve slain a god.”

“Uh, well, I kind of helped kill one with my parents,” I replied. “Her name was Lolth, or something like that. I’m not sure if she’s truly dead, but she was sliced apart badly, and I devoured a large piece of her. Given how Evil Gods prey on each other when they get the chance, I doubt she survived.”

“Hmm. Tsk, that barely counts,” she sighed. “But it’s still more than I ever managed. Next time, I’d prefer you kill a god that actually matters. Evil Gods are already shunned, discriminated against, and usually weaker than the True Gods of the Heavenly Realm. Even the lowliest assistant god is a formidable force.”

“Huh.” I nodded. “That sounds intriguing, but I don’t know how to reach them yet. My grandfather is the Elf King, ancient beyond measure. He’s lived for ten thousand years or so. I think that’s the limit for a pure-blooded elf. As a half-elf, I might reach five thousand if I stay healthy.”

“…?”

“Anyway, he’s spent all that time refining his swordsmanship. At this point, it’s more like a true Sword Cultivation Method, a unique technique, a legacy he wants to pass to me,” I continued. “He says once it’s fully perfected, it will hold the power to ’open the way’ to the Heavenly Realm.”

“What?!” Her voice sharpened with surprise.

“I don’t remember the exact name. Heaven Splitting Sword, maybe?” I mused. “It’s been a while, and I’ve been through so much. But yeah, something like that.”

“Huh…”

“We don’t have the means right now, but through connections and simply by living long enough, opportunities will come,” I explained. “Charging recklessly into heaven would be foolish. I don’t want to drag innocent people into this fight if I can avoid it. Honestly, Armageddon, you were consumed by madness. Your plan never would have succeeded.”

“…” She gradually shrank, becoming a palm-sized blazing ant with large, glowing red eyes and a sorrowful expression. “I know. I know it was doomed from the start. I just wanted them to see me, to acknowledge that I existed, that I fought, that I tried to matter. But they feel so distant, so unreachable. Even achieving Divinity… it all seems hollow.”

“I understand that emptiness,” I said with a quiet laugh. “I have Divinity now, yet it barely feels different. Aside from some useful abilities and better protection for those I love, everything remains the same. To truly challenge the gods, we’ll need more than new skills or higher stats. It requires a full ascension into something greater, a process I never want to endure.”

“What? Then what’s the point of this conversation?” She grew larger again, her voice rising. “You lack the will to fight them?”

“I have the will,” I assured her. “But there’s no easy path, no shortcut. Armageddon, we won’t reach that goal overnight. It will demand time, relentless effort, and countless discoveries. I’ll seize every chance that arises, but it won’t be simple. It never is.”

“…” Armageddon released a long, weary sigh. “You are different from the others, though.”

“…?”

“I can sense it. Your body and soul are both twisted in ways I’ve never seen,” she murmured. “Unlike any mortal or god, you hold an edge over everyone. Why don’t you recognize its value? If you truly poured your heart into it, what you could achieve would be beyond measure.”

“What?”

“You have an Endless Source of Mana, don’t you? Why don’t you use it more effectively?” she sighed. “How foolish can you be? Your body also appears Absolute. It won’t die even if torn to tiny shreds. The only way to destroy it would be complete disintegration. And that entity within your soul… Endless Potential for Growth. Incredible. Who granted you these gifts?”

“Oh, you saw right through me, huh? Just like Master Felicia…” I sighed.

“I agree with what you said earlier. It’s not easy, and it’s slow, but you are severely underestimating the immense power inside you!” she insisted. “With the endless mana you possess, why not refine it directly into Divine Power?”

“What? I can do that?” I asked in surprise. “I’ve tried for so long to achieve something like that, but it never works. I only end up straining my soul terribly.”

“Foolish creature, you truly know nothing!” she exclaimed, facepalming with a heavy sigh. “If your true power were unlocked properly, you could already rival the High Seats!”

“…?!”

I stepped back, my mind reeling in confusion.

Me, rivaling the High Seats of the Gods?

The mightiest deities among them, far above even those who had blessed us?

“You must be joking. I am—”

“A mortal? Hah…! Hahahahaha!”

Her laughter echoed as she grew larger and more monstrous. Alice, Yggdra, Ignatius, and Beelzebub gathered close to my side. Glutton cowered behind me, trembling in fear.

“Is this true?” Ignatius asked, his voice laced with confusion. “Sylphy, are you really that strong?!”

“What?! No, I’m not that strong…” I protested. “I’ve been growing steadily all this time, but definitely not to such an absurd degree.”

“I’ve been developing too,” Alice added, her brow furrowed in bewilderment. “We’re all advancing day by day, yet reaching the level of gods still feels impossibly distant. I don’t understand what she means.”

“You seem to have been created by another deity,” Armageddon said, stepping closer to Alice. “You evolved into a Spirit of a strange, alien element. Yet you primarily carry Light Element? Holy Light? Divinity? Interesting. What exactly are you?”

“I…” Alice began, then pulled away sharply. “Get your hands off me! Don’t touch me.”

“Sorry about that,” I sighed. “She’s a bit eccentric, Alice. Please bear with her.”

“Hahaha! Now I see!” Armageddon boomed with laughter. “You are some kind of artifact! A Divine Artifact of astonishing intricacy and craftsmanship… yet flawed. There are clear errors within your design. From those very flaws, the immense power in that brat was born.”

“Precisely…” Alice admitted with a quiet sigh. “So what? You’ve seen through everything. And?”

“So what? Well, I can perceive what you cannot,” Armageddon replied proudly. “That is simply part of being a Great Spirit!”

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