Simultaneous travel: Except for me, all the second dimension wives

Romon's cold gaze was like an incredibly heavy celestial body, pressing down heavily on Goetia.

This caused Goetia to freeze completely, rendering him utterly immobile.

The fist that had been swung out, powerful enough to shatter the entire Britannian timeline of Type-Moon, froze in mid-air, unable to penetrate the bodies of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.

At that moment, Goetia's pupils contracted, and his expression twisted in disbelief:
How is this possible? Why can't I punch?
And why is my body not obeying my commands, stuck in mid-air?

What exactly was that heavy gaze, as deep as an abyss?

There shouldn't be anything so terrifying in this British world.

And more importantly, why does that gaze feel so familiar, as if I've experienced or felt it before?!
Goetia's heart was in turmoil.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu, dressed in maid outfits, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Goetia couldn't move a single finger, and thought to themselves:
Dr. Roman was right after all, and their previous choice to become servants of Romon, this God, was also correct.

If they hadn't chosen to become Romon's maids, they would likely have been reduced to dust by Getia's crushing fist, leaving not even ashes.

A feeling of relief arose in the hearts of the two people.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Hassan, the Grand Assassin King, upon witnessing this scene, broke out in a cold sweat:
What exactly is going on in this part of Britain?!

If there's someone like Artoria, the Queen of Eternal Night, who can wield the Star-Forged Holy Sword and single-handedly unleash all the seals to deliver a Holy Sword strike at maximum power, then that's one thing.

Now even Romon, who seems to rely solely on his looks, was able to freeze Beast Goetia, who was attacking at full power, in mid-air with just a glance. This is an incredible skill, truly unbelievable.

Even the god-kings of the mythical era probably didn't possess such terrifying power. Just what kind of being is Romon?!

The old man in the mountains was thinking a lot at that moment. His gaze toward Romon became increasingly wary, and he was also glad that he hadn't attacked Romon directly before.

After all, if he had attacked Luo Meng just now, he would probably be the one frozen in mid-air, unable to move, just from Luo Meng's gaze.

Of course, the reason why the old man in the mountain was able to confirm this was because he saw the scene of Goetia unleashing her Noble Phantasm. He was certain that the attack power of his own Noble Phantasm, the one that rang the evening bell, would not exceed that of Goetia's attack.

On the other side, or rather in another time and space, in the Chaldea office area, Leonardo da Vinci looked at Goetia, who was frozen in place by a single glance from Romon, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Incredible! That Goetia Demon King, an existence that burned away humanity, was actually frozen in place by a single glance. It can only be said that he truly possesses the power of God!"

Roman, sitting in the chair, nodded seriously: "As God, one possesses such inhuman power."

At this moment, Goetia, frozen in place, finally remembered what that peculiar, familiar feeling of being watched was all about—that unfathomable gaze came from God!
How could that be?!

How could such a magnificent being exist on this tiny piece of land in Britain?!

How could such a majestic being be reduced to Britain? This is completely illogical, unreasonable, and contrary to the understanding of the demon god.

At that moment, Goetia turned her head with great effort to look at Romon, who stood high in the sky, close to Tiamat, the goddess of creation.

With just one glance, Goetia confirmed, through the Demon King's divinity and the nine rings on his hand, that it was indeed the God he knew!

That transcendent being, surpassing even demons and gods, the King of Kings, the Supreme Lord, has truly descended upon the land of Britain!! (End of Chapter)