A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Aleister Crowley's "spell apparatus," unique to him, was called "Ritual Binding Imagery" (Spiritual Tripping). This technique forcibly imprinted his meditative imagery into the victim's mind, turning imagination into a weapon against the target.

Simply put, Aleister used a specific hand gesture to guide the victim's thoughts. Instinctively, the victim would associate the gesture with a weapon or power. The magic then amplified this imagined force, transforming it into reality and striking the victim with their own thoughts.

It was a magic that allowed a person's imagination to kill them.

When Aleister made the gesture of a finger gun at Roy, the boy first thought of a simple handgun—something familiar. But then Aleister's fingers sparked, displaying the cryptic numbers "50, 21, 35."

These mystical numbers connected to Roy's mind, amplifying his imagination further. The small handgun transformed in his thoughts into a massive anti-material sniper rifle.

For Roy, even the imagined rifle was already a weapon of overwhelming destruction—enough to tear him in half.

But Aleister wasn't finished. His free left hand summoned a silver, spiral-shaped staff that materialized in his palm.

This was "Blasting Rod," a ceremonial tool once belonging to his mentor, Allan Bennett. After Bennett's death, the wand was entrusted to Aleister.

The wand itself didn't exhibit exaggerated power, nor did the Spiritual Tripping alone seem overwhelming. But when these two techniques were combined, their synergy created a force beyond imagination.

The Blasting Rod acted as a catalyst, amplifying the destructive power of Spiritual Tripping tenfold. This combination was one of Aleister's trump cards, allowing him to challenge even the omnipotent Magic Gods.

The Magic Gods, beings capable of rewriting reality itself, possessed limitless knowledge—and therefore, limitless imagination. Under the amplification of the Blasting Rod, even their vast conceptual powers could be turned against them.

Roy hadn't expected Aleister to go all out from the start. It seemed Aleister viewed Roy's ability to "decipher" the Book of the Law as a significant threat. He had resolved to eliminate Roy in a single decisive strike, using one of his ultimate techniques.

But Roy took no pride in this recognition.

In Roy's perception, what had started as a mere anti-material sniper rifle had now grown—under the wand's amplification—into the destructive force of an intercontinental ballistic missile.

A sniper rifle was already enough to kill him. What hope did he have against the power of a missile?

Terror surged through Roy like an erupting volcano, filling his mind with the chilling certainty of death. The overwhelming despair gnawed at his sanity.

He was going to die. There was no escape.

Even the most experienced warrior, possessing the sharpest instincts of survival, couldn't find a glimmer of hope in such a dire situation.

Roy was just an ordinary 15-year-old boy. He knew only the basics of suggestive magic. He lacked the structured training or advanced spells to defend himself.

And his opponent was Aleister Crowley—the greatest magician of the 20th century, a pioneer of modern occultism, and a man who dared to challenge the world itself.

Aleister wasn't merely a symbolic "enemy of the world." He was literally at odds with every magician and mystical organization in existence. Even the godlike Magic Gods, beings capable of reshaping reality, had been added to Aleister's list of adversaries.

For Aleister, Roy was no threat. But to ensure absolute certainty, Aleister unleashed one of his strongest techniques from the outset.

"BEAST666!!"

Aleister declared his magic name. In modern occultism, announcing a magic name signified a life-or-death confrontation. There would be no turning back.

"BOOM—!"

Roy's consciousness shattered instantly. His thoughts disintegrated like an evaporating ocean, his mind unable to endure the overwhelming force.

It was akin to an ordinary human standing at ground zero of a nuclear explosion. Under the scorching flames and devastating shockwaves, not even fragments of his body would remain.

As Roy's mind began to collapse, fragmented scenes of his life flashed before him.

He saw the mundane memories of his previous life, the 20-odd years he had spent as an unremarkable person. He saw his time with Laura in London after transmigrating, their warm but impoverished life together.

Every moment was vividly clear, as though he were reliving his entire existence in an instant.

"This must be what people mean by 'your life flashing before your eyes,'" Roy thought bitterly.

At the final moment of his life, his consciousness landed on a singular image: the Book of 777.

The Book of 777, Aleister Crowley's magnum opus, was a culmination of his mystical knowledge and philosophical ideals. It was, in essence, Aleister's roadmap to an unattainable future—a vision even he had not yet realized.

In that instant, Roy's dying mind comprehended everything within the book. Concepts that Aleister himself had only theorized became clear to Roy, crystallizing into tangible understanding.

"BEAST777. I will transcend the evils of humanity!"

A magician's magic name reflects their purpose for practicing magic—a guiding principle etched into their soul. For Roy, the clarity he gained in his final moments solidified his own magic name and the path he would follow.

He would carry the burden of "human evil" as a divine force, becoming both the beginning and the end—the Alpha and Omega.

As Roy declared his magic name within the imaginary plane, his formless spirit began to take shape.

When Aleister saw Roy's true form materialize in the imaginary plane, his expression twisted into a kaleidoscope of emotions: shock, disbelief, realization, bitterness, and finally, utter despair.

"Clang—!"

The Blasting Rod slipped from Aleister's hand, falling to the ground of the void.

He dropped to his knees, his face contorted in anguish.

"Noooooooo—!"

Aleister's anguished scream echoed across the plane, raw and heartbreaking.

Hearing Aleister's cry, Roy felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.

"Is this really how my life ends?" he wondered.

The words of The Analects came to mind: "If one can learn the Way in the morning, one can die content in the evening."

Perhaps this was the most fitting description of Roy's fate.

As Roy's consciousness faded completely, he heard a faint sigh.

A quiet voice spoke, carrying a single phrase:

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."

And then, Roy's awareness dissolved into oblivion.