The newly born god headed toward the western lands.
The “god of nightmares” walked alone into the allied nations that the Human Empire and its allies called the “Demon King’s Army,” turning everything into a wasteland.
They died regardless of race, and the souls that escaped their bodies became nourishment for the new god.
Even that wasn’t enough, so he changed direction and advanced into the Human Empire, seeming intent on leaving no life on this land.
As people died, as souls became fodder for the new god, the continent gradually collapsed.
When he advanced even to the eastern jungles and ripped out the heart of the dragon guarding that place, devouring it alive, even the heavenly gods couldn’t hide their shock.
Now, the only place left was Yggdrasil in the southern part of the continent.
The screen showing the future with the “highest probability” of occurring stopped at the “god of nightmares” attempting to invade Yggdrasil. Vulcan let out a remark, sparks flying as if his lips were twitching.
“Look here, Fairy Lord. Do you still think you can maintain ‘neutrality’ even now?”
Vulcan pointed at the Round Table and asked the Fairy Lord.
Whoosh whoosh…. The blazing flames seemed to mock the Fairy Lord.
How long can you maintain “neutrality,” how long can you hold out…. Vulcan’s words sounded like that.
“…This isn’t good.”
“You’re finally saying something! Great! …No, this isn’t something to be happy about.”
Vulcan, who had been spewing pillars of joyful flames at the Fairy Lord’s single remark, soon regained his composure and sat back down.
Elon, watching this, sighed deeply. The Round Table reflected the highest probability of what would happen on the ground.
It was extremely rare for a future measured by combining the gods’ powers to go astray.
The newly born god of nightmares on the ground, Paramir, was not only devouring the entire Armenial Continent but also advancing toward the World Tree, “Yggdrasil.”
And the fact that the screen stopped here subtly indicated that, with very high probability, Yggdrasil had the power to topple a single “god” not bound by the heavenly covenant.
“Seven days until the racial alliance collapses. It took only ten days for ‘Heldrasil’ to be uprooted and burn. The Human Empire holds out a bit longer. A month? Still not enough. The east is even more惨. It couldn’t even last three days. What about the guardian dragon? Wasn’t it killed by having its heart ripped out alive? That’s something that shouldn’t happen. And Yggdrasil—.”
“—I request a ‘reality alteration,’ O heavenly gods.”
“…Nyx?”
Elon, who had been muttering that it was all over, that Armenial was finished, looked up at Nyx rising from the center of the Round Table.
She was borrowing the body of her faithful believer.
Annabella.
Annabella Blackrose.
Had she distorted the fact of being exiled from the heavens by donning a mortal’s body, forcing her way back to the Round Table…?
Exiled from the heavens for breaking the rules, how dare she return knowing what this place is?
Vulcan was initially surprised by Nyx’s appearance, but soon his delight turned to ashes, and he erupted like a volcano in anger.
“You traitor! What nerve do you have to return to the heavens?!”
Boom! Vulcan spewed fierce flames toward Nyx, as if to burn the Round Table. But the Fairy Lord blocked it by raising his staff.
The Fairy Lord’s power was absolute in the Round Table.
Even if the opponent was a “god.”
“…Fairy Lord, I know you claim to be the guardian of this Round Table, but this wretch is a traitor who broke our heavenly rules and fled to the ground. You have no obligation to protect and shield such a traitor, do you?”
Vulcan spoke, spewing volcanic ash, sulfur, and fire. Though directed at the Fairy Lord, the answer came from someone else.
“That may be so. But, for this time at least, I think we need her power, setting aside past wrongs.”
“…”
…Elon.
Though he grumbled and muttered as if to himself, Elon, who had been incessantly complaining loud enough for all the participants at the Round Table to hear, now flashed his eyes and showed proper motivation again.
Vulcan was dumbfounded by the sudden change in attitude. …Had he forgotten what that wench did to us, why we exiled a fellow god? If not.
No way.
“…Did you two do it?”
“No!”
“How rude, Vulcan!”
Roar! Elon and Nyx both shouted in protest at the same time.
Machina briefly lifted his head at the gods’ loud voices but went back to fiddling with the small mechanical device in his hand.
“Was I wrong? Must have been a misunderstanding.”
“Yeah. Elon wouldn’t do that. If it smelled like Nyx, I would’ve known already.”
“…Barhan, you be quiet.”
“Respect my right to speak, Vulcan.”
“Damn it… Shut up, for gods’ sake. Barhan! Unless you have a plan for what’s happening on the ground! Am I the only one serious here? Am I the only one urgent? It seems like it!”
Silence fell over the Round Table at Vulcan’s shout.
In any case, Vulcan was right.
The ground and heavens were separate but connected at the same time.
If they couldn’t do something about the newly born “god of nightmares,” not only the ground but also the lofty heavens would lose power and fade away.
Then? The gods who boasted immortality could lose their essence that made them exist and have the potential to transform into something evil.
An age of darkness would come. An unending dawn.
“…Vulcan, I won’t deny the bad memories and misunderstandings between us. But let’s set aside what happened between us for now and lend your power to deal with the disaster befalling the ground. And the others as well. Not Yggdrasil’s Fairy Lord who maintains neutrality or the observer Orem, but don’t all of you gathered here know how important the events on the ground are right now?”
“…”
“…”
Nyx, borrowing Annabella’s body, spoke. Not just Vulcan, but all the gods at the Round Table fell silent. It was an uncomfortable silence.
“I think Nyx is right.”
“Elon!”
Bang! Barhan shouted, eyes wide. But Elon didn’t yield to her as usual.
“Barhan, your descendants are dying. No, they’re already dead. Surabar and Jasmine were children you especially cherished, weren’t they? Even the baby in her womb was born dead. For this time, I think we have to entrust it to Nyx.”
“But…….”
Barhan, who had been acting as if she wanted to argue something, eventually hung her head. For this time, she acknowledged that Nyx’s words, and Elon’s agreement with them, were right.
“Yeah, you’re right. Elon… We have no other way.”
Vulcan, watching this, calmed his flames and asked in a more composed tone.
“So, what do you propose?”
“As you might have already guessed, but since some (Nyx looked at the young god Machina who had taken her former seat during her exile) may not know……. May I take time to explain?”
“Nyx, as you know, the situation on the ground is urgent. Summarize as quickly as possible.”
“Understood.”
Nyx bowed politely and lightly lifted her dress made of shadows.
Vulcan was exasperated by her displaying human etiquette—noble ones at that—in front of gods, but he held back.
In any case, Nyx had been the goddess of “benevolence” and “love” in place of Elon before her exile from the heavens.
Not now, though.
The goddess of night, shadows, and “lies”…. Only Nyx’s lies could return this utterly ruined situation on the ground to “normal.”
“I will…….”
What the goddess would do, what proposal she was making, everyone gathered at the Round Table had already anticipated.
The current explanation was solely for one: the young god Machina who had taken the goddess’s former seat. Barhan, seated next to him, patted the boy god’s shoulder to make him look at the goddess.
…It was strange. Machina looked up at Nyx as if mortals look at their “mother.”
Barhan saw it. …Oh?
“Lend me your powers. Fairy Lord, and observer Orem. It would be good if you helped as well.”
Finishing her words, Nyx requested help from the two beings who were not “gods.”
Vulcan thought it was behavior befitting a fallen god exiled from the heavens.
Bowing her head without a shred of pride to a mortal and something of unknown identity—god or demon… But there was no need to show such thoughts outwardly.
As Nyx said, if they didn’t cover the events that had happened with “lies” and alter reality, everything would end.
And though not as much as Barhan or Elon, Vulcan also cherished his believers, the dwarves who were like “descendants” to him.
Thinking of the dwarves below who still had many days left to live (by mortal standards), it was time to lend power to Nyx.
“There are… no objections. So, what about Yggdrasil and that suspicious one over there?”
“Hehe… I, as always, will only watch and not interfere.”
“We will provide the fruit of Yggdrasil, Nyx.”
“Yeah, as expected, you guys are just specta— What?!”
Vulcan looked at the “neutral” Fairy Lord in surprise. Something unimaginable had happened.
The fruit of Yggdrasil, the World Tree’s fruit, was a precious item that even gods coveted.
The fruit borne on the World Tree’s branches was rumored—unconfirmed but widespread—to grant the power to create a single world. And he was offering it just like that?
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“…Unbelievable.”
The Fairy Lord wouldn’t say “It was a joke” now…. Vulcan pondered if there was some suspicious scheme he didn’t know about but soon shook his head.
The “thing” on the ground was truly an evil god that would end everything.
A “god of nightmares,” such a god shouldn’t exist and absolutely couldn’t be left to persist for long.
From the age of myths to today, how many gods had lost their divinity and names, vanishing from everyone’s memory? “Gods” must never interfere with the ground.
That was the oath, the rule.
The ground and heavens must never connect.
“We thank Yggdrasil for the support.”
Nod. To Nyx’s thanks, the Fairy Lord nodded and produced the fruit of the World Tree from beneath the hood enveloping his entire body—a fruit born of Yggdrasil, containing the power to create a “new world.”
All the gods gathered at the Round Table flashed eyes stained with desire.
But Nyx’s darkness concealed it.
“Could you give me one too? With that, I could do something about Saberhan…….”
“No.”
“Tch!”
It was a sharp refusal. Barhan clicked his tongue and soon placed his hand on Nyx’s shadow extended like a “hand” toward him.
Starting with Barhan, the other gods also placed their hands on Nyx’s shadow.
And then.
The world was remade.
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