KamiKowa: That Time I Got Transmigrated With A Broken Goddess-Chapter 51: [] Cream Filling

Xavier pushed open the apartment door, balancing a pink bakery box in one hand.

Calypso swept past him. "I’ll take that."

Her pink eyes remained fixed on the pastries as she opened the box on the kitchen counter, deliberately avoiding looking at Xavier. The cool silence between them had persisted since they’d left the bakery, where the blonde cashier had giggled at Xavier’s jokes and slipped two extra pastries into their order.

Xavier tossed his keys onto the counter and shrugged off his blazer. "You’re still mad."

"I’m not mad," Calypso said, stabbing a profiterole with her finger. Cream oozed out the side. "Gods don’t get mad over trivial mortal flirtations."

"So you’re murdering that pastry for fun?"

Calypso stuffed the entire cream puff into her mouth, cheeks bulging. "I’m enjoying my dinner," she mumbled through the food.

Xavier grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and dropped onto the couch. He’d seen enough moody women in his previous life to know when to push and when to retreat.

This was definitely retreat territory.

"Suit yourself. I’ve got work to do anyway." He reached for the remote and switched on the television, flipping through channels until he found Gate Break.

"—absolutely unacceptable for D-rank hunters to attempt even a low-tier-two gate without proper oversight. The regulations exist for a reason, people!"

Jazz Rodriguez rolled her eyes. "Rules, rules, rules. Sometimes you gotta trust your gut, Wall. That’s how real hunters operate."

"And that’s how real hunters die," Marcus countered, slapping his hand on the desk.

Xavier turned down the volume slightly and pulled out his tablet. The notification light blinked steadily—a new email from Adrian Martin with the subject line: "COMPREHENSIVE DOMINIC BLACK ANALYSIS (UPDATED VERSION 7.3)."

Christ. This kid doesn’t mess around.

He opened the email and his eyes widened at the size of the attached document—237 pages. The preview showed a meticulously formatted table of contents with sections including "Early Career," "Ability Development Timeline," "Corporate Affiliations," "Match Statistics," and "Media Presence Analysis."

"Kill me now," Xavier muttered, scrolling through the first few pages.

Calypso padded into the living room, box of pastries clutched to her chest like precious cargo. She plopped down on the floor in front of the coffee table, spreading out her textbooks and notes. A pain au raisin dangled from her mouth as she flipped open her Gate Theory workbook.

"What’s that?" she asked, nodding toward Xavier’s tablet.

"Adrian’s report on Dominic. It’s... extensive."

"How extensive?"

"Two hundred and thirty-seven pages extensive."

Calypso choked on her pastry. "That’s not a report, that’s a biography."

"Tell me about it." Xavier rubbed his eyes. "But it might contain something useful, so I need to read it."

He settled deeper into the couch and began scanning the document. The first section covered Dominic’s initial appearance at the Regional Hunter Showcase two years ago, where he’d reportedly "emerged from nowhere" to defeat three B-rank hunters in succession.

No prior public record of his abilities before that showcase. Interesting.

Adrian had included multiple footnotes questioning this sudden emergence, noting the lack of junior competition records or academy transcripts that typically preceded such high-level debuts.

Xavier scrolled further, forcing himself to focus despite the dry, statistical nature of the text. Calypso’s pencil scratched against paper as she worked on her homework, occasionally pausing to take another bite of pastry.

After ten minutes of reading about Dominic’s Essentia classification and theoretical power output metrics, Xavier felt his attention waning. He scrolled faster, skimming for anything that might explain Calypso’s claim that Dominic had once been dead.

A footnote on page 27 caught his eye: "Note: Conflicting records exist regarding Black’s early training. Sentinel press releases indicate formal training under Sensei Orochi in Neo-Tokyo, but Orochi has no record of such a student. Further investigation required."

"Found something," Xavier murmured.

Calypso didn’t respond. She’d stretched out on her stomach, feet raised behind her. Her left foot began tapping against Xavier’s shin.

He ignored it and continued reading. The next section detailed Dominic’s match record: 17 official bouts, 17 victories, 11 by technical knockout. No losses, no draws.

The foot tapping became more insistent, pushing against his leg with rhythmic persistence.

"Do you mind?" Xavier asked without looking up.

"Mind what?" Calypso replied innocently, her foot continuing its annoying pattern against his shin.

Xavier sighed and shifted his leg away. Undeterred, Calypso extended her reach, her toes finding his ankle instead.

"I’m trying to concentrate," he said.

"And I’m trying to do homework," she countered, her pink eyes still fixed on her textbook.

Xavier returned to the document, trying to ignore the persistent foot now rubbing against his calf. The section on Dominic’s ability—"Absolute Momentum"—detailed how it allowed him to accumulate and store kinetic energy, then release it in devastating attacks.

"His ability creates zones where physics behave differently," Xavier read aloud, hoping that engaging Calypso might stop her annoying foot routine. "He can manipulate inertia, friction, and gravity within these zones."

The foot paused momentarily.

"According to Adrian, it’s classified as a hybrid Enhancement/Transmutation ability." Xavier scrolled to the next page. "There’s a whole section here analyzing videos of his matches, breaking down how his ability evolves during combat."

Calypso rolled onto her side, abandoning her homework to look at Xavier. "Does it say anything about when he first manifested the ability?"

"Let me check." Xavier scrolled to the section titled "Awakening and Early Development," but found mostly speculation. "Not much here. Just theories that he may have Awakened unusually late, possibly around age sixteen."

"That would be consistent with a... replacement."

"Replacement?"

Calypso sat up, dusting pastry crumbs from her shirt. "If someone or something wanted to place a soul back into the world, sixteen would be old enough to establish presence but young enough to explain a lack of early records." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"You think someone deliberately put his soul back after you processed it?"

"I don’t know." Calypso hugged her knees to her chest. "It shouldn’t be possible without divine intervention, but..."

"But you’re here, so clearly divine intervention happens."

"That’s different. I’m bound by the Divine Entanglement. I didn’t choose to come here." She frowned. "At least, not consciously."

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