Chapter 2 – The Ones Who Teach
Jai stood alone in the endless white of the Training Dimension.
His body was whole again, his mind frayed but intact. Yet his soul—it trembled. The agonizing torment of the Multiversal Dream Dungeon still echoed in his bones, like invisible fractures never allowed to mend.
But he remembered.
Due to essence of brain , essence of blank and the end abilities
these skills saves his soul and mind to shatterd and twisted and blend it.
He remembered every death. Every scream. Every failure.
And so, he whispered, voice cracked like shattered glass:
"Summon... them all."
The void pulsed.
A heartbeat. Then another.
Reality split like glass under pressure.
And then—they arrived.
The air darkened, thick with power. The ground, nonexistent yet trembling beneath forces no universe should bear.
They appeared not with fanfare, but with weight.
The Seven Deadly Sins—Meliodas smirking, Ban crackling with chaotic energy, Escanor glowing with pride, Merlin's gaze like an endless cosmos, Diane, King, and Gowther—each a god in their own way.
Dante and Vergil Sparda, blades humming with devilish pride.
Izayoi Sakamaki, grinning, arms crossed with carefree supremacy.
Sun Wukong, crouched, golden eyes blazing with unchained mischief.
Goku and Vegeta, pulses thrumming with divine Ki.
Anos Voldigoad, standing tall, watching silently with his overwhelming presence.
Lin Jie, sipping tea, terrifyingly composed.
Wang Ling, unreadable—a void wrapped in human skin.
Doom Slayer, unmoving, but everything about him screamed war.
Bang and Jin Taejin, calm, weathered gods of fist and fury.
Yogiri Takuto, paradox incarnate—death in a boy's skin.
Saitama, expressionless, yet somehow the heaviest presence of all.
Alastor, chuckling to himself, voice like cracked vinyl.
Gojo, blindfold hiding infinity.
Ashborn, cloaked in shadows so thick they silenced sound.
Monad. Akuto Sai. Anti-Principle. Concepts made flesh—reality trembled in their wake.
Sans, grinning with something ancient in his eye.
Jotaro Kujo, silent. Tense. Ready.
Rimiru tempest silent and observing
Asura.
Snarling. Burning. A god-killer. A fallen protector. A father who'd lost everything. His fury radiated in pulses that fractured the void.
They stared.
Dozens of divine, wicked, twisted, transcendent eyes focused on Jai.
From the stillness, Anos took one step forward, arms folded like an emperor.
> "And why," he asked, coolly, "should we train you?"
Jai froze.
A crack formed in his composure.
He'd summoned legends. Monsters. Beings who would laugh at the cries of dying stars—and they demanded an answer.
Then Vergil stepped forth, Yamato pulsing on his hip.
> "Why do you want power?" he asked, his voice sharp enough to split dimensions. "Why all this?"
Jai's throat closed.
He had to say it. He had to spill it raw.
He looked at them—not as legends, but as witnesses.
> "Before that damn eldritch attack… I wanted power because it was fun. Like a game. Like an anime. Like those fantasy escapes I used to lose myself in."
He inhaled. Shaky. Painful.
> "But now—now I know what's out there. What they do. I've felt it. I've died. Again and again. And the worst part? It's not the pain."
His voice rose. A fury began to crack through the void.
> "It's watching others suffer. Watching people I care about get hurt. Not being able to stop it. That helplessness—it's worse than death."
He stepped forward.
Fists clenched. Eyes burning.
> "I don't want power to be a god. I want power because I refuse to live at the mercy of others. I want to protect without hesitation. To act without regret. To be a sword between the world and those I love."
> "You all see yourselves as monsters, devils, higher beings. You see mortals as ants. I don't care."
His voice dropped, guttural.
> "Then make me a monster too. Make me more evil, more twisted, more insane than anything out there—so that when the ones who prey on the weak even think about harming those I cherish, they'll see me standing there."
> "Let them tremble. Let them break. I want to be the end to their madness."
The void trembled. His rage now had weight.
Jai bowed deeply—low, humble, but unyielding.
> "I know you're simulations. But you have ego. I won't lick your boots. I won't beg. But I ask—will you teach me?"
> "If not… unsummon yourselves. I'll walk this hell alone."
Silence.
Then—a step.
Heavy. Crushing.
Doom Slayer.
His voice was a rumble that shook the fabric of space.
> "You are worthy."
Jai looked up—eyes wide.
> "You know why you want strength. That's enough. We've seen gods fall, demons rise—but a soul that knows its purpose… is fear incarnate."
He raised his fist.
> "Become the one thing they fear."
And the void ignited.
The training began.
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Bang struck first.
A blow like thunder, right into Jai's gut.
> "Lesson one: You learn through pain. Now get up, brat!"
Broken ribs. Blood on his lip. Jai coughed—then stood.
Bang grinned. Proud.
> "Good. Now again. Until your bones remember the moves."
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Gojo danced around him.
Blindfolded, yet untouchable.
> "You see with your eyes. I see everything. Reflexes? We'll break your limits."
Jai swung. Missed.
In an instant, Gojo was behind him, flicking his forehead.
> "Too slow. Again."
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Doom Slayer stood in a blood-drenched field of monsters.
> "You want to kill evil? Then do it with purpose."
He handed Jai a blade made of condensed agony.
> "No hesitation. No mercy. You kill not for vengeance. You kill to protect."
Jai stepped forward. One swing. Then another.
And for every demon that fell, his soul grew colder… sharper.
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Merlin appeared beside him next.
> "Let's crack open your mind, love. Time to learn real magic."
Thousands of runes lit up around him. Each one a spell, a formula, a concept.
> "This is knowledge. This is chaos. Survive it, and you'll become a walking library of destruction."
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Gowther and Sans taught him emotions.
Yes—emotions. The ability to control, weaponize, or suppress them.
Gowther opened Jai's heart, forcing him to relive his memories with perfect clarity. Every scream. Every failure.
> "You must own your pain. Or it will own you."
Sans? He just shrugged.
> "Kid… sometimes, smiling hurts more than bleeding."
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Lin Jie served him tea.
> "Your soul is a blank slate. You can become anything. But be warned… even gods fear a man who knows himself."
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And then came the crazy part.
Cooking.
Saitama, of all people, dragged him into a cosmic kitchen.
> "You ever cook for someone who's starving from battle?"
Jai blinked.
Saitama handed him a pan. Then a divine ingredient that shimmered like stardust.
> "Learn. Not just to fight—but to heal. You wanna protect people? Feed their souls too."
Lin jei and wang ling give him divine cook book and recipies and teaching him.
He cooked.
He failed.
Then he learned. Jai's hands moved like alchemy—meals that gave mana, healed, inspired, even blessed.
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From Merlin and Akuto Sai, he learned tech and science.
From Rimuru he learn how to fully utilize his Essence of Blank, Essence of Brain , and The End ( Medaka Box )
From Anos, the construction of true magic laws.
From Monad, the rejection of logic itself.
From Escanor, what it meant to be pride.
From Izayoi, how to laugh at fate.
From Jin Taejin, the brutality of style-less combat.
From Ashborn, the grace of shadows.
From Goku, the purity of effort.
From Vegeta, the strength of ego forged through battle.
From Wang Ling, how to exist without existing—a true paradox.
And every night, when he lay broken on the floor, bleeding, shaking…
Lin Jie, sipping tea, would say calmly:
> "Still want power?"
And Jai—bloodied, burnt, breathless—would smile.
> "Yes."
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The gods were teaching him.
Asura was last.
He stood before Jai, shirtless, fists clenched, eyes mad with rage.
"You want wrath?" he growled. "Then burn."
He didn't teach. He pummeled.
Every time Jai fell, Asura screamed at him to stand.
Every time Jai screamed, Asura roared louder.
"YOUR PAIN MEANS NOTHING!"
"YOUR WEAKNESS IS A LIE!"
"FIGHT FOR THEM OR DIE FOR NOTHING!"
Fists met fists. Blood met blood.
And something awoke in Jai.
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The void changed.
He was no longer the same boy who had trembled.
He was rising.
And every god, demon, or monster out there…
…would soon know his name.
But what truly grew… was not his power.
It was his will.
His terrifying, unbreakable, beautiful will.