The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 1- Meeting With Dioanax

"This is unjust! I insist you return me home. That woman, how dare she betray me like that? How could she deceive me so shamelessly? God, I beg you, send me back—I need to exact my vengeance!"

Within a pristine white chamber enveloped by clouds and heavenly melodies, a lone white soul cried out in fury.

Opposite it stood an immense silhouette shrouded in sacred radiance. This entity possessed the aura of royalty, its robust form appearing chiseled from stone, and though its countenance was partially veiled, it remained strikingly attractive. Beyond its commanding presence that overshadowed the heavenly domain, what truly captured attention were its eyes, concealed beneath a blindfold.

Though sightless, the entity gripped a massive blade in one hand and a broad barrier in the other, revealing its nature as a fighter. This imposing presence, as the soul perceived, was the God himself.

"I explained it already—it's impossible. Once a soul perishes, it must enter the Wheel of Rebirth" The deity reassured the soul in a tone surprisingly gentle for a fighter of such build.

"Rest easy; in your upcoming existence, I'll ensure you're compensated for every hardship you've endured".

"How is this fair? That harlot... no, revenge is mine. You must act, God—this mess started with you" The soul argued vehemently.

Silence gripped the god upon those words. Truly, the blame lay with him. A champion he'd bestowed his favor upon had corrupted into darkness, unleashing disasters that felled an innocent soul from another realm. The odds of such an event were vanishingly small, astonishing even to the God. Yet, the death stemmed from his error, demanding restitution.

"Your request defies possibility. Moreover, your form lies in ruins; even on Earth, no shell awaits your essence. But take heart—due to my oversight, I'll grant a rare boon: rebirth into a 'Sword and Magic Realm' equipped with 'Unique Abilities'. You enjoy such tales, right?".

Those words sparked the soul's curiosity. The god spoke true; as an Earth native, he embodied the 'Weeb' archetype the world mocked. He harbored a deep fascination for isekai narratives. Little did he imagine he'd encounter a deity and embark to a realm of blades and wonders, mirroring the protagonists he revered?

"Ahem, go on. So you're transporting me to a sword and fantasy realm?"...

"Correct" The god affirmed with a nod "A domain plagued by fiends. The Demon Lord's legions have seized vast territories, confining humans to mere pockets of defiance. Expect spells, monsters, blade arts, beastkin, and every trope you crave... Er, why the shock?"

The god observed the soul's horrified expression.

"You... you're dumping me there to perish once more? That realm sounds perilously deadly. Sure, it ticks all my boxes, but I refuse rebirth into a place where I'll suffer a grim end again"...

"Yet I'll bestow potent abilities to combat the darkness.."

"Will those potent abilities let me outclass the Demon Lord's horde?"...

Perplexed, the god retrieved his tome on 'Weebology' to decipher the phrase.

"Ah, understood" He adjusted his imaginary spectacles and inclined his head "You desire fresh, supreme techniques to overwhelm foes effortlessly?"...

"Exactly" the soul agreed with a nod "In a hazard-filled world like that, I require solid support. And as divine overseer, it's your obligation to prevent any injustice toward me"...

The god grew quiet, its face inscrutable. At length, it nodded, as if resolving an inner debate.

"Very well, I'll invoke this unprecedented divine favor. Since the fault is mine, I'll compensate fully with my might".

Abruptly, thunder rumbled, tempests materialized from void, and the heavenly expanse assumed a mystical sheen.

[I, Dioanax the Sovereign of Celestial Fury, Sovereign of Radiance and Colossus of Battle, bestow upon him my dominion. He may wield all my techniques, wisdom, and strength to vanquish wickedness in my stead. Very well, mortal, declare your identity?]...

"Huh?" the soul, caught off guard by the dramatic display, paused in bewilderment.

"Uh, pick one for me. I'll abandon my old name—it'd only summon painful memories ahead" he decided after brief reflection.

[Hehe, prudent decision. As you desire, I, Dioanax, shall confer a Sacred Title. Reinhardt... henceforth, that is your moniker].

With sacred proclamation, the god invoked its power. Simultaneously, holy luminescence cascaded upon the soul, enveloping it in brilliance.

"Gratitude... Lord"? Before Reinhardt could express thanks to Dioanax, he was whisked from the divine plane, propelled into his fresh existence, a novel odyssey.

[Heed this: my bestowed power permits any feat, save allying with shadows. That's the sole prohibition I enforce]

Dioanax's tone brimmed with profound loathing toward malevolence.

As those final admonitions echoed, all dissolved into blinding white. Moments later, Reinhardt's eyes fluttered open; he'd anticipated infancy, gazing at timbered rafters beside adoring parents. But reality diverged—no such scene. Instead, his vision met ornate vaults, opulent furnishings, and a grand mattress.

Aside from himself sprawled upon the bedding, the chamber stood vacant.

"Hmm? So my arrival skips infancy for adulthood? Wouldn't a heads-up from you before dispatch have been courteous, God?" Reinhardt grumbled, inspecting his limbs.

"This frame feels gaunt and underfed. Afflicted by ailment, perhaps?"

In that moment, sacred script materialized within his mind, and his frail shell glowed with aureate hues.

.

As the aureate glow dissipated, Reinhardt noted his form had transcended frailty; indeed, it boasted sculpted sinew and bulk surpassing any idol from his former days. The reflection staring back was flawlessly ideal, leaving even him incredulous.