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Chapter 533 Yuuki Yuna is the Hero...King!

Vast expanses of fire, like the surface of the sun, were filled with countless white stardust fluttering their tails, moving freely and leisurely within them.

Having lost their targets, they may wither away on their own soon, but the stardust is still full of vitality.

The whole world was ablaze, yet there was no sense of brightness; instead, it was filled with a vacuum-like darkness, coldness, and suffocation…

The gods do not care whether the "world" will be burned to ashes by their flames, after all, the concept of "world" was defined arbitrarily by humankind.

Those beings who do not exist in the material universe usually reside in a place far more beautiful and unreachable than this scorching, fiery universe—the High Plains of Takamagahara, where only qualified and permitted "gods" and their retinues can dwell.

—An exceptional case among exceptional cases has emerged.

During the divine punishment, the divine body manifested by the leader of the gods, Amaterasu, was shattered by a fist thrown by a mortal. It was unbelievable that "heaven" was defeated by mortals.

Amaterasu is not dead. The concept of "death" does not exist for her. Even if she bursts forth and scatters, she will only become fragments existing in all things. One day, she will gather from history, ascend to the highest position again, and create new myths.

Although it would take a long time, even that would be but a fleeting moment for an immortal god.

However, this is also a threat.

Moreover, it is a huge threat that absolutely cannot be ignored or left unattended.

Compared to humanity's past attempts to steal the power of the gods, the strange changes occurring among the heroes of this era have angered and terrified the gods even more.

Fearful things will keep happening.

Therefore, all the remaining gods unanimously passed the decision to destroy humanity.

They succeeded. Insignificant humans, like ants, were all wiped out by the power of God. But what comes next...? Is there any point in a world without life?
The answer is it doesn’t matter.

To the gods, who possess eternal life and power surpassing all living beings, Earth is indeed a special planet in the universe, and its destruction would cause them some regret…

But that was only a small amount.

It doesn't matter if the universe becomes empty or devoid of life, because any creature that cannot please them has no reason to exist.

Given enough time, they can manipulate the laws to reshape a planet that is almost identical to Earth. As long as they create enough "coincidences" and "chances," new life will still be born on this planet—or they can simply use those Batiks as materials.

The next civilization to emerge might be called the "Stardust Civilization" or the "Fire Sea Civilization," but who cares? These are trivial matters.

If there were a "bud" that wasn't very beautiful now, but knew that one day it would bloom into a profusion of flowers, how would God treat it?

"Flower" is a dreamlike flame in the eyes of plants, and in the eyes of the "Earth God", humans are "buds" that will one day bloom into beautiful flowers, so we choose to wait and protect them quietly.

On the contrary, there are the "gods" who "let it bloom early and wither as soon as possible, until it blooms into a beautiful flower." They send down flames to destroy the unpleasant "buds" repeatedly, until they are satisfied or completely tired of the game.

……

Black hole.

Still hanging in the sky, like a giant, immovable vortex, it devours everything around it...

Just like the ebb and flow of the tides, the rising and falling of the sun and moon, everything happens as it should, with the black hole created by divine power arbitrarily reshaping this world according to the will of the gods.

Time passed second by second, and in a place where even the law of causality lost its meaning, reality trembled under a force powerful enough to distort everything.

No matter how many times I look at it, I never get tired of it. That vibrant water planet, that warm sunlight, those bright stars, are now all shattered... along with the flesh of those who challenged God, they have been completely devoured.

The first thing that can be confirmed is...

death.

This is probably the time when the so-called celestial calamity has arrived.

Danger loomed ever closer, and radiance scattered across the heavens and the earth, from the burning sea, surpassing even the apocalyptic scene of a day when the earth stood still…

The last rebels, raising their fists to the sky... lost their strong bodies, their souls were sucked into a black hole, burned away bit by bit, offered as sacrifices to the cruel heavens like the priestesses of the past...

The only difference is that one side actively enters the conflict in order to seek peace, while the other side plunges into the abyss in order to destroy the source of suffering.

Like victims nailed to a cross, the men who defied heaven spread their arms wide, their strong arms and bodies firmly bound and embedded in the center of their vision, unable to move.

That was a punishment specially chosen for these men by the most arrogant ancient god. Humans have joys and sorrows, and so do gods...

The gods disliked them, and loathed their gaze and what humans called "courage," so they wanted to grind down all the things that disgusted them.

An illusory soul cannot escape the black hole of gravity.

At the center of the gravitational vortex, apart from the battered and bruised bodies of the rebels, there was nothing but emptiness; it was so empty that one could almost hear the passage of time.

Even those who remained as mere souls all had their eyes closed, and three of them were in a deep, dreamless sleep.

Their will will be worn down silently, and their once awe-inspiring resilience and great character will all vanish.

Until they could no longer remember their own names, and even love and hate were completely forgotten... In the end, they transformed into a pure and flawless soul, like a blank sheet of paper, and returned to heaven.

bondage.

It clung tightly to the man feared by the gods.

In this state, the passage of time no longer matters, and all subjective and objective considerations have lost their meaning.

Cause and effect are reversed, the past fades away, reality becomes hazy amidst endless illusions, history is flawed, and everything is submerged in the surging river of existence.

Dreams. Over the years, he has rarely fallen asleep, let alone dreamed; even if he did, they were mostly just memories.

He didn't know why he was dreaming, but he was certain that he was in a dream, like floating in a warm ocean, a dream that made him feel at ease but was also filled with a strong sense of unreality.

What do you hate the most?

He vaguely heard some words, and upon hearing this strangely familiar voice, Jagi was confused, but then he began to think about it with understanding.

Ha, what does he hate the most?
Jagi sneered. Was there even a question? He could answer it immediately without even thinking: of course, it was that one.

"—'Because you have a bloodline, you can gain power. You're strong only because of your good bloodline. No matter how hard others try, they can't compare to your bloodline. Those who work hard don't get the rewards they deserve.' This kind of thing! 'Then shouldn't you despise those three brothers named after the Big Dipper the most? Why…'"

As if he knew him quite well, the voice continued to ask, and Jagi continued to sneer. No one knew the Beidou bloodline theory better than him.

—[Because of the bloodline of the Big Dipper, he was destined to lose everything, even his life, to defeat the great evil; destined to watch his best friend die helplessly; destined to risk his life but still be unable to save his wife; destined to end his despair at the end of the world; and destined to sacrifice himself heroically and die a bloody death to fulfill the role he was assigned.]

For the sake of the Hokuto bloodline, which bears the burden of death and sorrow and is passed down from one son to the next, they are driven by fate to fight, to kill, and to die…

How can he possibly hate such bloodline theory and fatalism...?

If dying here is their fate...

dead.

A death star. An altar. A coffin. A soul. A damaged body. Unable to move. Cold. A legend. Died because of the mission of the Big Dipper. A name no longer called. Returning to heaven. Returning to heaven. Returning to heaven. Returning to heaven. Returning to…—heaven, heaven, heaven.
He was somewhat dazed, and scenes from the past flashed before his eyes. Before the voice could ask another question, Jagi had already started cursing to himself:
"Everyone's a damn fool! Are you dumplings?! Because you're burdened by this so-called great mission of heaven, you're going to die here with me! You're all... complete idiots!"

He was furious at such stubbornness and stupidity, but then he let out a long sigh.

"Like in all stories, this shouldn't be where they leave... Falling here doesn't make them heroes who are heading towards the heavens, this is not the stage for them."

It should not be an ending that suits them.

In truth, he so wanted to speak at that moment—

"I, Jagi, will protect you!"

Fist of the North Star is a fist that protects heroes from the shadows. And when it comes to heroes, who can say they are more qualified than the three brothers, Raoh, Toki, and Kenshiro?

Given this, what reason would he have not to protect his brothers as well, having always lived as a successor of Hokuto Shinken?

But he couldn't do it; he was incapable of doing it.

And... I won't say it out loud; there are some things I'll never reveal, even until I die.

Anger, pain, and resentment at the unfulfilled promises—resentment, resentment!
The emotions were so immense that they overflowed from the heart, staining the pure white dream with green flames of fury, with endless blackness swirling within, as if the power of a curse was running rampant.

However, just a few seconds later, as if nothing had happened, the tremors subsided, and the dream continued.

…………

thump.

Stardust, which was leisurely wandering in the sea of ​​fire, suddenly sensed something instinctively and fled in panic.

dong dong dong.

In just a moment, the stardust that couldn't escape was blasted into powder and disappeared into the sea of ​​fire.

A powerful sound, like a heartbeat.

Like a visiting guest, a knocking sound rang out in the universe where the human race had perished. The rough, loud knocking echoed in the sea of ​​fire, stirring up huge waves.

A vast and magnificent sound resounded in this chaotic world, and layers of surging ripples spread out, causing unknown and violent tremors throughout the entire fiery universe.

Space shattered instantly, and countless spiderweb-like cracks began to spread, causing the sea of ​​fire to shake violently.

boom!
The barriers between worlds suddenly burst open, revealing a power that far surpasses even space itself!

"Even if..."

Suddenly, a deep murmur echoed in the void, and the cracks continued to widen and spread, suddenly expanding to a size large enough for a person to pass through.

Even if the earth cracks and the ocean dries up...

The murmurs grew louder. A being radiating brilliant light, carrying an aura of cataclysmic destruction, like a comet, pierced through the cracks that had torn apart the world's inner fabric, approaching at an incredible speed.

The tiny figure was rapidly growing larger, eventually settling directly beneath the black hole.

"...Even if our planet falls into a vortex of gravity, even if our sun expands viciously, mercilessly devouring its children, until all is silent, even if..."

The heavy voice, like a sigh, spread far and wide, as if it were speaking to someone, as if conveying something to someone, and the entire chaotic void gradually boiled with her voice.

"Even if the world is destroyed and humanity is wiped out, so be it..."

A majestic pink ponytail and cherry blossom petals were swept up by the immense gravity. Surging energy overflowed uncontrollably from the figure and flowed into the vortex above, but the figure's owner remained unmoved despite the terrifying gravity tearing at him.

Even if all dreams are shattered—

Clenching her fists, crimson light streamed from between her fingers. The pink-haired girl stepped onto the edge of hell, her resolute gaze fixed on the terrifying void in the center of the sky, and she uttered a final, earth-shattering cry:
"I will never yield to the heavens! Hero Yuuki Yuna, I shall once again appear—!!"

Five similar streaks of light followed closely behind, accompanied by a terrifying storm. As if they had pierced through the northernmost star of the Gate of Heaven, they returned to this destroyed universe, drawing brilliant trails of light in the scorching sea of ​​fire and releasing extremely intense and dazzling light that illuminated the entire world.

These young women, bearing the weight of destiny, brimming with countless convictions, bravely and fearlessly spread their wings and soar into the sky, rising up in unison to shout:
"All the Brave Club, see you-!!!"

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—That was not an invited guest, but it was certainly not an uninvited guest either.

—Those are the returnees, girls who left a world that had been destroyed and then stepped back in without hesitation.

—Those are the brave warriors who return with intertwined fates and bonds, and with vows of courage!

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Play Title: How to Survive in a Doomed World

Stage: Fire Sea Universe
BGM: The Birth of the King of Warriors

Cast: Gods, all Stardust, the Twelve Constellations, all members of the Hero Club, all SONG War Maidens, the Four Brothers of the North Star, and others...

Act One, the performance begins!!!
(End of this chapter)