In just a short time, he went from a basic single-shot spell to a full-on Gatling spell. It was like taking a crash course in human military design but making it magical.
It was weird. It was genius. It was completely Belial. And once that door opened, his mind started racing.
What next? Semi-auto spell? Magic RPGs? Armor-piercing mana bolts? Air-drop bombs? Magic nukes?
As far as he could tell, the only limit was how much mana he could shove in.
In his eyes, bigger blasts meant better results. And somewhere deep in his ancient, dragon instincts, something primal whispered: boil the water, hurl the rocks, make it loud. He was definitely getting way too into it.
Now that he had the basics down, it really felt like he was inside a real-life Minecraft game, only everything was powered by magic.
As long as he had enough mana to work with, it felt like the world was just a sandbox waiting to be reshaped by his claws. There didn't seem to be anything he couldn't do.
"Wait, wait… getting carried away again." Belial paused and took a deep breath. "Remember what happened to the others. Remember those faces… the ones who killed them."
He gave himself a shake and quietly chanted the Way of the Cautious to calm down. No need to rush. He wasn't even eight years old yet.
With only a bit of mana left in the area, he tossed a glittering crystal into his ring for the collection. Just a little keepsake.
Then his eyes locked in.
For the first time, Belial expanded his energy field to its max. He zoned in on the last traces of the mana vein and kicked the absorption into full gear.
A low rumble echoed through the cavern.
The stone walls cracked and collapsed as the mana drained out, causing tremors and rockfalls.
What followed was a breathtaking sight, A glowing cavern lit up with pure, raw mana. Rivers of energy rushed toward him, swirling into his body.
The towering black dragon stood tall, his horns and spines blazing with light. Mana particles streamed from every corner of the chamber, drawn to him like moths to a flame. His wings spread wide, flickering with vibrant colors. Bright light seeped from his mouth and nostrils. His back glowed hot and fierce.
And this was just the leftover mana from the vein. Most creatures would've exploded under the pressure. Even Belial felt a bit stuffed.
"Urp…" he groaned. He slowly opened his huge jaws, and from deep inside his throat, a blinding beam of blue-white energy began to form.
It was the glow of pure destruction. The ultimate move of a true Monster King.
The Atomic Breath.
"The Devastating Beam of Annihilation!"
The attack had looked incredible, blinding light, roaring power, the kind of move that screamed final boss energy. But just a moment later, Belial felt like a total idiot.
He'd blown through every drop of magic he had left in a single blast, completely caught up in the rush of power that had surged through him.
Overexcited and running on adrenaline, he didn't stop to think. He just let it all go in one reckless burst—a wave of radioactive heat beam shot straight out of a meltdown.
The worst part? He'd shouted some ridiculous line while doing it. "The Devastating Beam of Annihilation!"
The words echoed in his head, and he immediately cringed. What the hell was that?
Was he channeling some edgy teenage anime hero from his past? He couldn't even blame the heat of battle. That line had come from somewhere deep and embarrassingly familiar.
Still… he had to admit, it sounded kind of cool when yelled at full volume. "Shut up," he muttered under his breath, annoyed at himself.
But embarrassment aside, what caught him off guard was how far the blast actually went. He hadn't expected the sheer force of it—not once it got compressed through the magic circle and focused into a straight-line cannon shot.
The barrier didn't even slow it down. It punched through like it wasn't even there.
And the destruction left in its wake? Absolutely absurd.
The air had been split apart. The clouds above were ripped into shreds. Everything in its path, rocks, trees, monsters, even parts of the landscape, was either vaporized or reduced to molten rubble.
A long, glowing trench had been carved into the earth, still hissing from the heat.
It was the kind of attack you'd use to end a war.
Still, he had to admit—it lived up to the hype. No exaggeration here. Compared to the original Heisei Godzilla, the base template for this move, the early version could already obliterate Tokyo Bay with one shot.
A few years later? That power level had multiplied by hundreds—yes, plural. Two hundred wasn't a stretch.
As for the beam's temperature? A conservative estimate would be over 100,000 degrees. That was just the standard blast. He hadn't even tried anything ridiculous yet, like the Corona Beam.
And if he had fired off something on that level? It would've made the previous blast look like a warm-up. Corona Ray-tier power was in another league entirely.
Godzilla's power scaling had always been nuts. Space Godzilla, for example, could take on both Heisei-era Godzilla and Mogera (Mobile Operation Godzilla Expert Robot Aero-type ) at once, as long as he had enough energy to work with.
Even if the weak spots on his shoulders the crystals were smashed, he was still on par with Heisei G, maybe even stronger overall.
Honestly, looking back at those old settings, they were completely unhinged. Even crippled, Space G was nearly untouchable in this world. If Belial could eventually grow into a real Space Godzilla-type form, his power would definitely surpass Heisei G's base state.
Sure, a Heisei G that had absorbed cosmic energy could power up his beam enough to blast enemies apart in three hits.
But even that wasn't enough to pierce Destoroyah's hide later on. That's how tokusatsu balance worked—ridiculous all around.
Anyway, after unleashing that over-the-top explosion and drawing every eye within miles, Belial did what any sensible being would do.
He ran.
Well, flew—sort of.
His wings weren't fully developed yet. Even if he flapped them until they cramped, the wing span still couldn't lift his heavy body.
So, he cheated. He used a mini gravitational vortex to hold himself up. It wasn't so much "flying" as it was "hovering dramatically."
Still, one strong gust or a random bird could throw off his balance and send him spinning like a broken fan.
He occasionally flapped his wings out of habit. And now, he could actually cast spells with them.
Bored out of his mind, he'd trained up his spellcasting enough that even his tail could now draw magic circles midair.
To avoid the embarrassment of being knocked out by an airborne pigeon, he wrapped himself in a compact energy field that pulsed outward now and then.
Under that protective shell, he layered a few wind-element spells he'd whipped up on the fly, a streamlining spell, a basic thruster, even an air-conditioning charm—and who knows what else.
Combined, they formed what he proudly called his "Skyglide Suite spell."