I created my own system

Flashback to before the warehouse was burned, in the grand halls of the Palace of the Kingdom of Nadezhda, King Nero sat upon his throne, the weight of his problems is evident in his expression. The king's thoughts were deep, contemplating the plans he had laid out and the tensions he got after knowing his nemesis was back, or to be more precise he was born again.

To add up to his troubles he also needs to control the strange rumors that had been swirling around his kingdom.

As he continued thinking of ways to solve his problems one by one, he felt strangely unsettled. A subtle disturbance suddenly pulsed in the air, a ripple through the fabric of space as if a powerful authority had been exercised nearby.

Nero was sharp, as his instincts immediately sensed it—something was wrong.

His eyes narrowed as he stood up and glanced out the massive windows, where the city capital stretched out beneath him. Indeed it was there he just sensed it.

He gripped the frame of the window, his knuckles turning white. The sensation was faint but unmistakable, the kind of disturbance he felt can only mean an authority was used. He could detect it as he was one of the reasons why their kind was pushed to the brick of extinction.

He was well aware of their weakness and strength, to actually appear here means they must have known about his connection towards the hunt that transpired three years ago.

"I must find whoever uses that authority!"

The foreign authority—a power that didn't belong to his land—had momentarily flared up, only to vanish just as quickly. This made the king agitated for he couldn't trace the source of the power.

"Captain!" Nero called to one of his guards stationed by the throne room's entrance. "Gather the High Priest Council and the High Commander. There are foreign autho-... Something is happening within the city. I want you to call my daughter, let her lead the scouting team, and ensure the entire area will be covered."

The captain nodded, but before he could act, the air in the room shifted subtly. Time itself seemed to slow for just a heartbeat. Nero's vision blurred slightly, and his sharp instincts dulled for the briefest moment.

And then, a warm, comforting presence washed over him, dissolving his growing tension.

A soft voice, almost imperceptible, whispered through the air—one only Nero could hear. "Be at ease, Nero. There is no danger, not from what you sense."

Nero blinked confused about his own feelings, the strain leaving his mind as if the disturbance had never existed. Like the ripple of power didn't happen a second ago. He frowned, unsure why he had felt so alarmed moments ago. His instincts told him to remain cautious, but his heart had inexplicably settled. Whatever had caused the disturbance no longer seemed pressing or real, like a fading dream.

Unbeknownst to him right at the very corner of the throne room, unseen by mortal eyes, three figures stood. They were there observing, their forms hidden from the king's perception by layers of protective magic.

These beings are the true existence that can wipe out the entire human race, the beings that created the entire universe, the Gods. The true ones who used to control the entire universe, until a new law was erected to limit their authority and leave Bunag autonomous.

Despite the rules that bound them not to interfere they were able to bypass it through the help of an outsider. Someone who isn't affected by the law and has enough power to help them.

Through him, a crack emerges from the rules and they are able to slip through it. Using a tiny fragment of their power they crafted avatars of themselves to give Apollo and their children a hand in this mission. They just couldn't help but be pleased how their children would have a little mission with their friends, but at the same time worried about the consequences of their actions.

So to ease their minds they came down to cover up everything that may arise, although this event is only for a limited time only.

One of the true Gods that sent her avatar, is a woman with flowing violet hair, she stepped forward slightly. While the other Gods with her wave their hand to strengthen their hold on Nero's mind.

"He suspects too much," she whispered to the others. "It's dangerous for him to notice the movements of our chosen champion."

"Rest easy," the second god said, a man with eyes that shimmered like molten gold, murmured. "We have shielded him from suspicion for now. His awareness of Apollo's actions will fade entirely."

The third figure, who stood slightly apart and watched the king with bloodthirsty eyes could only nod. "He will remember only what we wish him to. Nero's mind is too sharp to be left unchecked, but he must remain ignorant of what happened today. His stupid interference isn't what I wanted to see today."

Back at the person who garnered the hatred of the true Gods, King Nero went back on his seat, rubbing his temple, the last trace of that strange feeling slipping from his mind. He stared at the captain, who had yet to move. "Never mind... the order I gave, it was nothing. Forget what I said."

The captain blinked, confused by the sudden change but quickly nodded. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

As Nero dismissed the captain and leaned back into his throne, his mind turned once more to his previous problems. The fleeting thoughts of disturbance, authority, or strange happenings faded completely from his awareness. It was buried deep by the influence of the Gods standing invisibly around him.

In the realm of true celestials, the Gods exchanged quiet glances. They were glad that their avatars were able to do what they wanted.

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"Our work here is done," the violet-haired goddess said softly. "Apollo can move freely for now."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"But this will not last forever," the golden-eyed God warned. "Nero is perceptive, and one day, he will remember. We must tread carefully."

"That is the risk we must take," the third God concluded. "For now, Apollo's mission must remain undiscovered, and Nero must not learn of our involvement in this. When the time comes, if our children were to be put on the edge again, we will be the ones who will deal with that king."

The three God avatars turned and vanished from the throne room, leaving no trace of their presence, their divine will bending reality to ensure that their chosen one, Apollo, could move against his enemies undetected—for now.

King Nero, oblivious to the gods' intervention, resumed his duties, unaware that he had come close to his own death.