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In DxD's Cardinal World – Earth
Mesopotamia.
City of Ur.
In the center of the city, inside the largest idol shop where the biggest statues were being carved, a man sat quietly. He had brown curly hair and deep, almost dark-blue eyes. He sat on a stone block, one leg resting on the other, staring at the idol in front of him.
"Ah… you guys are clever," the man said softly. "Never thought you'd try it this way. I mean, it's actually good. You've even surpassed your ancestors in cunning. I have to applaud you for that."
This man was Abraham. But in the Egyptian Pantheon, Ra and his children were already watching him. They could see his eyes through their divine sight. They knew this man wasn't just a prophet of the Most High. He was something more — born again to guide people.
Ra felt it most. Fear.
He could feel the young man's power. It was so far beyond his own that even a single snap of Abraham's fingers could erase him. Resurrection? Ra wasn't even sure that would work on him anymore.
For a long time, Ra had been preparing for this moment. He had been storing faith energy for his children and himself — a secret reserve to bring them back if they were killed. And now, as Ra looked at Abraham, he realized the time had come.
His eyes shifted to Khonshu. Even Khonshu, who usually stood fearless, blocking bullets and striking fear into mortals, was unsettled. Ra's sons and their sons felt it too — that primal fear.
Then suddenly, their divine connection was cut. Not by Ra. Not by Khonshu.
It was cut by Abraham.
Inside the idol shop, Abraham looked around the little garden inside the building. Then, a voice echoed in his head.
"Congratulations on your wedding with Hagar and Sarah, Abraham."
Abraham smirked. "Well, thank you, Yeshua. Isn't that a little late?"
"Well…" a second voice laughed. "Mohammed, just tell me now," said Yeshua.
"What? I told you two years ago, man! You were busy Crafting back then. You said you'd congratulate Abraham yourself," said Mohammed.
"Oh, so you're joining in too?" Abraham raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," Mohammed replied. "I was taking my sheep out to graze. I'm a shepherd after all."
Abraham chuckled. "So, what's this sudden chat about?"
There was a pause. Mohammed spoke first. "Honestly, we were bored. We thought, why not talk to you? We were just watching how Moses ran away after… well, you know. Killing someone from Pharaoh's family line."
"Yes," Yeshua added. "The way he ran was amazing. He didn't even split the Red Sea. He just walked away. Like me when I practice walking on water."
"Didn't he awaken an Ultimate Skill?" Abraham asked, looking confused.
"No, not yet," Mohammed replied. "Right now, he's only got a Unique Skill. Same with me and Yeshua. But you… you've already awakened, haven't you?"
"Yes," Abraham said calmly. "I awakened one year ago."
"By the way," Yeshua asked, "what are you doing right now?"
Abraham glanced at the idol. "I'm sitting here, in this idol-worshipping place. My father leaves tomorrow with many important people to perform rituals for these so-called Egyptian gods. That's when I'll begin my plan."
"Oh…" Yeshua and Mohammed said at the same time.
They both knew exactly what plan Abraham was talking about.
"By the way, Abraham, take care of that Dajjail. He's been moving around, keeping close eyes on you," said Muhammad.
"Yes," Abraham replied calmly. "I've been keeping close eyes on him."
Then Yeshua spoke. "Man, you are not . I mean what Muhammad said — keeping close eyes on him. You haven't. Because right now, that Dajjail has been keeping close eyes on me. That robotic being is stalking me everywhere I go. Like a stalker. Even I feel, you know… yandere vibes from him. He wants to become like me. If it wasn't for Rammel, I don't know what would've happened to me. Thanks to the Most High, I've awakened my Unique Skill. and able do hide my presence fro him "
Abraham tilted his head. "Oh? What did you get?"
Yeshua grinned. "First, I got 'Miracle.' What about you? How did you get your Unique Skill?"
Abraham leaned back against the idol. "I got mine like Noah. I looked at the star as it was going down and said, 'It cannot be God because it fades. It's not eternal.' Same with the sun, same with the stars, same with all these deities of stone. That's why my people and even my parents called me strange. But I saw the truth, and that's why I got my Unique Skill — Seeker."
"And what about you, Muhammad?" Abraham asked.
Muhammad's expression darkened slightly. "i got the Truth as Unique Skill but for that ,I had my body torn apart by Jibreel. He washed it with the holy water of Ishmael — your future son. You know how he got that water, pure water. I couldn't be Corrupted by anyone because unlike you, I'm a mix — part human of this Cardinal World and part from another Cardinal World. Jibreel called me the 'Perfect Human.'"
"How does it feel?" asked Yeshua suddenly.
That question made Abraham and Muhammad pause.
"Why are you asking that, Yeshua?" Muhammad said. "Do you want to feel that too?"
Abraham raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were like that, Yeshua."
"Hey guys, don't take it that way!" Yeshua waved his hands. "I'm just asking — do you feel pain? That's all."
"Oh. Well, no," Muhammad said. "Because Jibreel gave me what he called 'Pain Resistance.'"
"By the way…" Yeshua smirked. "When are you going to start your journey around the world?"
"I'm thinking after that fire incident you keep spoiling for me," Abraham replied. "Yes, after that fire incident, I'll go. I'll take the Lot, my two wives — Sarah and Hagar — and roam the world. I'll destroy idol worship and bring people to the Most High. That's my plan."
"And what about you, Yeshua?" Abraham asked.
"Well, I need to go towards India," Yeshua said.
"India?" Abraham tilted his head. "Why there?"
"To learn meditation. To keep my mind calm," Yeshua said. "I can do it with my resistance skills, but man, talking to people takes a lot out of me. You can have a conversation with logical people using logic. But you can't have a conversation with people who have no logic. Even if you show them logic, they won't listen."
"So true," said Muhammad and Abraham at the same time.
Then suddenly a young voice spoke: "Hey, Uncle."
Abraham immediately recognized it. "Lot."
The other prophets smiled. "Ah, here you are, Lot."
"Huh, we thought you wouldn't join us," Muhammad said.
"Well, I did," Lot said, walking closer. "I was also surprised when I got chosen as a prophet."
"Yes, even I was surprised, Lot," Abraham said with a small laugh. "I still remember when I tried to convince you to worship the Most High and leave falsehood, and you were trying to convince me of the same thing. It was comedy. We both got confused."
"Yes!" Lot laughed. "Ha! Uncle, you can say that. I still remember that day. Both of us trying to convince each other to worship the Most High and remove idols. It took two hours before we realized what was happening."
"By the way, Uncle," Lot said, "looks like you're going to execute that plan tomorrow, right?"
"Yes," Abraham said firmly. "Tomorrow I execute the plan."
"And are you going with them for the ritual or not?" Lot asked.
"Hm. I'm thinking about it. I'll see what they're up to. After all, they've tried to harm me a few times. But I dealt with them so they don't even dare anymore," Abraham replied calmly.
"Like me," said another voice. It was none other than Noah.
"My people were the same," Noah said. "They wanted to do something but they couldn't. They lacked the strength."
Abraham chuckled and stood up. "Alright guys — Noah, Lot, Muhammad, Yeshua — you all keep talking. I'm going home. I'm hungry. Don't know what Hagar and Sarah made for me today. See you after I eat."
The next day,
Abraham stood in front of the idols in the heart of the city. Everyone had gone out except Sarah and Hagar, who were at home. He was only sixteen, but his calm eyes burned like the sun.
All around him were massive statues — "avatars" of so-called Egyptian deities. Abraham stared at them for a moment, then lifted his wooden staff.
With one light tap — crack! — an idol shattered. Another tap — boom! — another statue crumbled.
In the Egyptian Realm, Ra and his children watched in horror. No matter how much they strengthened their idols, no matter how much divine energy they poured into them, Abraham's simple taps broke them like sand. They couldn't openly declare to the people that they were gods — that was Khonshu's idea — so the idols were their front. But now, one by one, they were falling apart.
Even the idol of Khonshu , which had been enhanced thousands of times, shattered under Abraham's strike.
He walked through the city, destroying every idol. Statues cracked. Avatars crumbled. The name of the Most High echoed in his heart.
Finally, he reached the tallest statue — the "avatar" of Ra himself. Calmly, Abraham placed his staff into the statue's hand and looked up.
"Now this is called destruction," he said softly.
A voice rang in his head. "Damn, you really destroyed it," the voice chuckled. This one was different. It was Saleh.
"Well, not my style," Saleh said. "If it were me, Abraham, I'd have punched that like of Samud statue and boom! Fist is always better than a stick."
Abraham rolled his eyes. "Saleh…"
"You should've told them what I told my people," Saleh continued, his tone fiery. "If these idols can't protect themselves from you, how can they protect them? That's a valid point, you know."
Abraham smirked. Out of the fifty thousand prophets currently connected by spirit, Saleh was always the most straightforward. Even now, other prophets were slowly awakening their Unique Skills and joining the network.
Saleh was famous among them. He was so straightforward he even won arguments with his wife — something no other prophet had managed. Not even Adam, the father of humanity, had accomplished that.
Abraham shook his head with a faint smile. "Saleh, you never change."