The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 612 6000 Years Later (Part Two)

“I said, Jibril.”

"Is there anything I can help you with, Lord Kong?"

Jibril wore a sweet smile.

She lost the idiom chain game, losing not only the Royal Library but also everything she had. Now she is a servant of Sora and Shiro.

"Are you really unhappy with the One God?"

"No way! Someone like me, a mere Skywing, has no right to slander the One God! It's just... because of my books. I meticulously control the temperature and humidity, and I take pleasure in organizing and checking the preservation of my books on my bookshelves. Yet, my books have been returned dented and damaged? Ugh, how could such a thing happen! I absolutely refuse to accept this! If it weren't for that despicable One God who forbids the use of force, I would have cut off his head on the spot!"

The beautiful 'angel' lady's expression twisted slightly, but what she said was a terrifying statement that sounded like that of a yandere. Kong subconsciously hugged Bai in his arms, seeking a little warmth.

During the Great War, the Skywing race's favorite activity was to cut off other people's heads and show them off. However, after the war ended and killing was prohibited, they changed their focus to plundering knowledge and books.

Incidentally, Jibril's love of knowledge existed even before the end of the war, and on the day the Winged Book Sharing Act was passed, she simply ran away from home.

"Lord Kong, are you perhaps very interested in the One God?"

"I suppose so. After all, there's very little recorded in books, and... actually, I'd rather know more about Tet than about the One God, but I just wanted to gather more information before that."

Sora and Shiro are not interested in the One God.

From beginning to end, they only had designs on Tetu, who brought them to this world. They only realized that to challenge him, they needed to obtain racial pieces, which were created by the One God, hence their inquiry. But what if the final boss was that One God? Perhaps that wouldn't be impossible?
"Yes, actually I've only seen the One God once, and we fought together."

"So Jibril didn't know either... Wait, you've seen him before!?"

"Yes!"

"6000 years ago?"

"Yes!"

"Still fighting them?"

"Yes!"

Jibril's words caused Sora and Shiro's brains to freeze for a full three seconds. Not to mention that she had lived for 6000 years and was an ancient Skywing species, it was already quite shocking that she had seen and even fought the One God.

"But I suffered a crushing defeat; he even ripped off my wings."

Jibril said it in a very ordinary way.

She is similar to the God of War, Artes, in that she dislikes the weak and respects the strong. However, unlike Artes, she only respects those superior beings who are stronger than herself, a principle that has remained unchanged for 6000 years.

“Tell me more, Jibril.”

"Yes, actually..."

She recounted everything about how, at the end of the great war, Jibril encountered a lone Machina by chance, tried to cut off its head, but was instead robbed of its wings by the arrival of the vengeful spirit.

In addition, the fact that Zun Zun fought and won against Altshu at the end of the great battle was also mentioned—although this information is of no use to them now.

"So, the One God is very powerful, even stronger than the God of War, Arthas?"

"That's it."

There's nothing shameful about losing to a stronger opponent, especially since that opponent defeated Altshu and became the only god through sheer strength.

Emptiness and whiteness were also discovered.

Even if the other party's style is a bit eccentric, they are undeniably strong.

What Jibril didn't say was that her current loyalty to Sora and Shiro stemmed from seeing the shadow of the One God in them—both in their speech and actions—leading her to suspect that they, like the Venerable One, came from the same world.

"But it's strange, isn't it? Didn't he kill him, Jibril?"

"No. Although the Second Covenant already stipulated that no one could die, the One God did not hold back at that time, otherwise he would not have torn off my wings."

Kong was slightly taken aback.

Bai looked at the pure white wings on the back of Miss Tianyi with a puzzled expression.

"But...the wings are... intact now?"

“Yes!” Jibril said with a slight smile, “At that time, Lord Artes made his move. While repelling the One God, he secretly used the Winged Race’s advanced skill, Divine Teleportation, to forcibly teleport me back. Thanks to this, I was able to survive.”

He didn't seem to feel any relief at surviving a near-death experience, appearing completely unconcerned.

Besides the fact that there is a relationship that has lasted for 6000 years, there is also the fact that Jibril, being a Winged Race, has no fear of death—but it really hurts, and she still remembers it vividly even after 6000 years.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Stephen's ancestors had some unclear relationship with the One God?"

"Well..."

"They're having an affair!" x2
"Don't say that with your rolled tongue!"

Stephanie said this with tears welling up in her eyes.

Even if she wanted to deny it, she couldn't, since the dress given to her ancestor Chroni Dora by the One God was currently being worn by her. Moreover, for the past 6000 years, humanity had been proud of this and frequently boasted about it.

"So, just in case..."

“Jibriel…the portrait of the One God…draw it…”

This is the requirement for emptiness and whiteness.

Whether it was out of caution or out of deep interest, in order to confirm that 'Zun Zun' was not Tet's alter ego, the two asked Jibril, who had met the One God once, to draw a portrait of him.

"I understand. Although I don't know if my poor drawing skills can perfectly reproduce it, I will try my best to draw it since it is the master's request."

Then Jibril began to draw.

The image on the white paper depicted a boy with red eyes and black hair. Leaving aside his androgynous appearance, his exceptionally high looks were already unacceptable. Kong tore the portrait to shreds.

"Ah!" Stephanie yelled, "What are you doing, Kong!"

"Brother...are you jealous...?"

Bai immediately saw through Kong's thoughts.

"Ah, yes! Forgive my despicable jealousy, but seeing such a handsome face really makes me feel uncomfortable!"

"But even so, I couldn't capture even a tenth of the other person's beauty. I'm really sorry, my drawing skills are insufficient."

"Really? Is there really such a big difference?!"

Empty, painful wails.

Ugly, so incredibly ugly. Both her appearance and her inner self are terrifyingly ugly. But… I like her!
Stephanie's eyes sparkled with hearts.

the other side.

The humans and forest elves, who had remained silent, pieced together the shattered portrait that had been torn apart by the sky.

"Krammy, what do you think?"

"Hmph, it's okay."

Although Krami said that, she carefully restored the portrait with adhesive, her movements were extremely gentle, which was not like what she said.

"It seems like Krami really likes it."

"I...I didn't...I didn't!?"

His face turned red, and his voice became off-key.

The forest elf... no, Phil Nielbaren also looked at the portrait and said in a light tone, "Hmm... it looks similar to the portraits in my hometown, so it must be the same person."

"My hometown..."

"……portrait?"

Everyone turned to look at her.

“Huh? Didn’t I mention that the One God once met with my ancestor? Later, my ancestor specially drew a portrait of him and has kept the portrait ever since.”

"Oh, I remember now! The One God spied on your ancestor, didn't he?"

"————!?"

Phil Nielbarn couldn't keep his composure any longer. No one would be proud to have been spied on, right? Even if the other party was the only god, let alone someone who had schemed against them.

“There is a magic book in my hometown that clearly records what the One God did to my ancestor. However, most of it is complaints and scoldings. In the end, every page is filled with the name of the One God. I can’t figure out whether my ancestor hated him or loved him.”

"Wow, that's scary."

Emptiness and whiteness embrace each other, drawing warmth from one another.

Are they women who survived the great war? How come every single one of them is so yandere, whether it's Jibril or Phil Nielbaren's ancestor?

"She's just a complaining woman."

"Um!?"

"Isn't that right? The One God favors the human race more than the forest elves, right? This is the evidence."

Stephanie flaunts her gorgeous dress.

Perhaps she was resentful of being constantly suppressed by the forest elves, but she surprisingly dared to provoke them, while Sora and Shiro knew very well that this was nothing more than inviting humiliation.

Unsurprisingly.

Phil Nielbarn said with a smile, "I'm telling you guys, although the Forest Elves' countries are nominally democratic, ruled by large families and elder councils, they still have slaves from many other races. Most of those slaves are from those who lost in the game or were obtained from territories conquered by the Forest Elves."

"Um... why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Humans were the most numerous group of slaves."

"Well!"

Stephanie was completely devastated.

Seeing her awkward expression, Phil Nielbarn smiled even more and said, "Originally, after the war, many people wanted to abolish slavery, but when someone said, 'Then let's just enslave humans,' all the bills were passed at once."

The last sentence—

"The human race is truly favored by the one and only God."

It completely killed the game.

Not only did it leave Stephanie speechless, but it also severely injured Clammy, leaving the slave girl gloomy and curled up in a corner with her hands wrapped around her knees.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't satisfy the Forest Elf Lord... I'm so sorry I was born as a human... I'm so sorry that just being alive is a sin..."

"Oh no, Clammy, I wasn't talking about you!"

Phil Nielbarn comforted her.

Meanwhile, Jibril was also constantly humiliating Stephanie, saying that she was not even worth a hair on her ancestor's head and that it was unbelievable that she was still alive. Stephanie was equally gloomy.

Kong and Bai exchanged a glance.

"The reason women in this world are like this is entirely the fault of the One God!" x2
The two of them roughly shifted the blame onto Zun Zun.

(End of this chapter)