Reinhardt stood in the center of the training grounds, the weight of the sealed Ryujin Jakka in his hand feeling like a literal mountain. He closed his eyes, ignoring the heat of the Underworld sun, and dove deep into his own consciousness.

  He didn't just see a sword; he saw an ancient, roaring spirit of flame. It tested him, pushing against his Bael destruction and his Phenex immortality, seeking a master worthy of its heat. Finally, the "spirit" of the blade bowed.

  Reinhardt's eyes snapped open. He drew the blade just an inch, and the grass beneath his feet instantly turned to carbon.

  From the shadows of the veranda, Misla and Venelana were practically drooling. Reinhardt had stripped his outer shirt for the practice, and his sweat-slicked muscles rippled with every swing.

  "Lana... look at those lines," Misla whispered, her face heating up. "His body is like a sculpture of a Greek God. I want to trace those muscles with my tongue."

  Venelana didn't even look away to answer. "I've never seen a fifteen-year-old with that much... definition. He's a monster in every sense of the word."

  The Price of Power

  Reinhardt stopped, breathing heavily. By his logic, naturally mastering the Shikai would take two years, and the Bankai at least six. In the world of Devils, that was fast—but in the world of a System user, it was a snail's pace.

  System, I need a shortcut, Reinhardt thought.

  [Ding! Host can use Devil Coins to instantly 'buy' mastery years. Shikai Mastery: 50,000,000. Bankai Mastery: 100,000,000.]

  Reinhardt winced. His total savings from 15 years of being a stingy heir amounted to 200 million. Spending 150 million on just one weapon was a massive dent in his wallet.

  "Fine," he grumbled mentally. "Wealth is useless if I'm dead. Spend the 50 million. Give me the Shikai Mastery."

  [Transaction Successful. 50,000,000 Devil Coins deducted.]

  [Balance: 150,000,000]

  Suddenly, his brain felt like it was being scorched. Decades of muscle memory, stance corrections, and spiritual connection flooded his nerves in a single second. He didn't just know how to use the sword; he was the sword.

  Reduce All Creation to Ash

  Reinhardt's aura exploded. He wasn't just a High-Class Devil anymore; the air around him began to warp from the sheer thermal output.

  "Back up!" Venelana shouted, grabbing Misla's arm. They both scrambled back several meters as the temperature in the training yard spiked to levels that would melt a normal Devil's skin.

  Reinhardt held the katana out, his voice calm but vibrating with power.

  "Reduce all creation to ash... Ryujin Jakka!"

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  He didn't even swing hard. He just made a simple horizontal slash. A wave of concentrated, primordial fire erupted from the blade. The high-grade training dummies—designed to withstand Ultimate-class magic—didn't just break. They vanished. There was no smoke, no debris; just a void where they once stood.

  The stone ground melted into glowing lava, and even the clouds above the mansion evaporated.

  Venelana and Misla stood frozen, their mouths wide open. They knew the Phenex were masters of fire, but this? This was the fire of a God.

  "Rein..." Venelana whispered, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and absolute adoration. "What... what have you become?"

  Reinhardt sheathed the blade, the heat vanishing instantly as if it were never there. He looked at his shaking hand and smirked. Worth every penny.

  [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

  [Quest Completed: Start Training!]

  [Rewards: 1,000,000 Devil Coins & 1x Random Skill Book]

  Reinhardt sat cross-legged on the scorched earth of the training ground, his breathing steadying. The heat from Ryujin Jakka still shimmered in the air, but his mind was elsewhere—picturing the faces of the Old Satan Faction elders. They thought they had pruned a branch of the Bael family tree; they didn't realize they had planted a sun that would eventually consume them.

  "System," he called out mentally. "Open that skill book. Let's see if luck is on my side."

  [Ding! Opening Random Skill Book...]

  [Congratulations! You have obtained Passive Skill: Golden Rule (Rank EX)]

  Reinhardt's eyes widened, and then a slow, devious smirk spread across his face. "The King of Heroes' luck... perfect." With Golden Rule (Rank EX), he wouldn't just be lucky with money; the world itself would practically conspire to make him the wealthiest being in existence. His "System" was powered by money, and he just got an infinite fuel tank.

  "Now... about those summons. System, if I bring them here, how do I explain it to Grandpa Zeckram and the girls?"

  [Rest assured, Host. The System weaves a local 'Origin Story' for all summons. To the world, they will appear as forgotten members of ancient bloodlines or hidden geniuses you discovered.]

  "Good. Do it. Use the tickets."

  The Three Goddesses of War

  Three pillars of magical light erupted in the center of the training ground, so bright that Venelana and Misla had to shield their eyes. When the light faded, three women of breathtaking beauty and overwhelming power stood there.

  Morgan le Fay: The Lostbelt Queen, radiating a cold, regal authority. Artoria Pendragon (Lancer): The King of Knights, wielding the divine lance Rhongomyniad. Scáthach: The Queen of the Land of Shadows, her red eyes sharp as her spears.

  They took one look at Reinhardt and immediately dropped to one knee. "We have arrived, Master. Our lives and weapons are yours."

  Reinhardt looked at the three legendary figures and stood up. "Lift your heads. And don't be so formal with me in the future. We're going to be spending a lot of time together."

  As the three women looked up, they caught sight of Reinhardt—shirtless, glistening with sweat, and radiating the raw, primal power of the Phoenix and the Bael Destruction. Even these legendary queens and warriors felt a flush of heat hit their cheeks.

  "R-Rein?" Venelana asked, stepping forward with Misla, her voice trembling with confusion. "Who are these three? Their magic... it's unlike anything I've felt in the Underworld."

  "Relax, Lana," Reinhardt said, casually gesturing to the trio. "These are my personal companions. I've been... scouting talent for a while. They've agreed to act as my aides and protectors for the future."

  The three beauties stood up, their presence filling the courtyard.

  "I am Scáthach," the purple-haired warrior said, her gaze lingering on Reinhardt's muscular chest.

  "I am Artoria Pendragon," the blonde spear-user announced with a dignified bow.

  "And I am Morgan," the Witch Queen added, her eyes flashing with a possessive glint. "And I look forward to serving our... master... very closely."

  Venelana and Misla shared a look of pure alarm. They had been worried about each other, but now? Now they had a Queen, a King, and a God-Slayer to compete with.

  "Well," Misla muttered, her face red. "The mansion is certainly getting crowded."

  [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

  [New Party Members Added!]

  [The Old Satan Faction has detected a massive mana surge in the Bael Territory. They are sending a 'Messenger' to investigate.]