I am Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes.

It's not surprising that Jill said these two were from the demolition office. If they were really allowed to carry out demolitions, they could probably wipe all the buildings off the map of a city in a single day.

Weser stared silently at the shattered tip of the magic flute and murmured, "...Hey, kid."

"What's wrong?" Izayoi asked Wesel.

"Are you really human?"

Izayoi just shrugged, feeling as if someone had said something similar to him before.

However, Izayoi's right hand was also in a terrible state.

His hand bones were shattered, and his skin was torn open, looking like an internal explosion. Judging from the way he was lying backward, Izayoi's side was probably slightly worse off.

However, at the cost of an arm, he shattered the enemy's main force. In terms of results, it was worth the price.

Izayoi slowly got up, raised her left hand, and asked Weser to fight again.

"Alright, let's try again. Even though the flute is broken, you should still be able to play, right?"

"...No, it seems that's not the case." Weser's body began to disintegrate.

He stared at his hands, which had turned into particles of light, and muttered to himself, "Since the medium for summoning has been shattered, it's no wonder it turned out like this."

"...Are you going to disappear?"

"Ugh... Ah? Damn it, I shouldn't have fallen for that kind of pointless provocation."

"Don't say such heartless things. I was having a lot of fun. And it really hurt." Izayoi pressed her right arm, sweating profusely as she laughed.

In fact, Izayoi probably wanted to lie on the ground and roll around wailing, but the pride of this problem child would certainly not allow him to do such a pathetic thing.

Izayoi turned away from Wesel, whose figure was gradually becoming blurred.

"Goodbye! Although I've said it several times, I'm really happy. After all, no one has been able to fight me head-on until now."

"Of course, you brat! If there were people like you everywhere, what would happen... Anyway, take care of yourself."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Izayoi laughed as she left.

As he watched him walk away, Wesley looked up at the sky.

"Yeah, someone as arrogant and conceited as you... having the previous boss is enough."

The setting sun and the boy's silhouette allowed Weser to see traces of a distant past.

The leader he was referring to was the Demon King who originally led the [Fantasy Magic Book] community.

He realized that it was this very persistence that led to his defeat, and could only silently crumble and disappear with a bitter smile.

The winner of the first group is decided!

Izayoi defeated Weser!

……

"It looks like Izayoi won."

Jill closed her eyes and sensed the distant atmosphere.

The scent of Weser has vanished.

It was Izayoi's victory.

"...Are you so sure your partner can defeat Larting and the others?" Pest asked, staring at Gil.

Jill glanced at Pest hanging there and simply shrugged. "Not certainty—it's trust. It may sound ridiculous, but there are only a handful of people I can trust."

Trust and belief are two different concepts.

Jill has very few people she truly trusts from the bottom of her heart.

I suppose I could also be considered one.

After spending the past month together, Gilgamesh realized that Izayoi was not only a strong guy, but also quite intelligent, making him a formidable individual.

After all, without reclaiming everything that truly belongs to him, Gilles wouldn't even be able to defeat Izayoi in a direct confrontation.

“After all, that person can withstand Noble Phantasms with his bare body. Weser is no match for him,” Gilles said, observing the surrounding battle.

“…” Pest didn’t speak, but her eyes grew increasingly fierce.

"In short, the battle isn't over yet. Why don't you try to break free of the Enkidu again?"

The crimson eyes behind the mask held a hint of mockery.

“…Damn it…” Pest gritted her teeth, staring intently at Jill.

“Let me see… the direction of the bird… oh, what’s that?” Jill saw a huge, red steel man.

……

“Deeeennnnnn——!”

Accompanied by a shout that sounded like a heavy thud, the huge figure flashed with a red light, revealing its entire appearance to La Ting.

The massive red body is meticulously adorned with a sun-themed paint job and design, exuding an overwhelming presence.

The enormous figure that appeared in Lating's eyes was a giant made of red steel.

The main color of the garment is red, with some gold patterns as embellishments.

When that giant appeared, he also smashed several Shutroms.

In the distance, Jill, who was watching the battle, only glanced at the huge metal figure, and her eyes showed surprise. "No way... is that thing made entirely of steel... the same material as the Ruyi Jingu Bang?"

Upon hearing Jill's words, Pest understood that her side was about to lose another combatant.

So... only she is left.

On Asuka's side, after Dean easily broke through Shutrom's encirclement, he directly knocked Latine out of the arena with a single punch.

The material used to create Dean was called Divine Iron, which had a terrifying weight and the ability to stretch and contract freely.

Just as Jill said, the giant steel doll and Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) are gifts made of the same material.

This shows just how much weight such a punch carries.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (Monkey King's staff) weighs 13,500 jin (approximately 6,750 kg), and Dean certainly weighs that much, perhaps even more. A punch like that coming at him...

At this point, the second person from the organizer's side exited the stage.

……

"The second one has also left the battlefield. It seems that Sandra and the others may be entangled by Shutrom. That thing was never a so-called demon in the first place, but a bunch of puppets, right?" Jill's senses covered the battlefield, and he was aware of many things.

"Surrender, you've already lost."

Jill's wings of light continued to release half of their power, preventing Pest's black wind from spreading.

"No! I will not surrender!"

A violent black wind, like a storm, surged from the bound Pest and rippled outwards in all directions.

"I am the representative of eighty million vengeful spirits! I must ensure that the resentment of all those who lived through the Age of Death is avenged against the lazy sun that caused the Black Death to spread throughout the world and brought hunger and poverty!" Pest shouted.

"How could we possibly surrender here?!"

Jill's eyes narrowed.

What does this mean? Pest is not the embodiment of the Black Death, but rather the representative of eighty million vengeful spirits?

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be a strange thing about it.

For any race other than the strongest to become a god, the necessary achievement is the worship of a certain number of people. No matter how many deaths that don't meet the requirements are collected, it's impossible to become a god...

But Pest became a deity...

Chapter 467 I Grant You a Glorious Defeat

"I did not come to the Little Garden by my own power. The one who summoned me was the man who led the Demon King's army, the [Fantasy Magic Book Group], in the past."

Pest suddenly spoke.

"He must want to make me his pawn too. A demon with 80 million deaths... no, if I, as one of the [80 million evil spirits], were to sit in the position of the Grim Reaper, I might become a god."

“I see. You are not a god incarnate for the Black Death, but a representative of the spirits of those who perished from the Black Death.” Jill revealed a look of understanding.

"That's right. However, during the ritual that summoned us, the Demon King lost a game of grace with someone and left this world."

After that, after a long period of time, for some unknown reason, the summoning was completed, and it was Pest who was summoned to this place from the other side of time.

A girl who came to the miniature garden from a time of panic when the world's population had decreased by 30% and deadly diseases were spreading.

"This is the achievement that granted us the [Organizer's Authority]. I... no, this achievement grants us the right to set a special set of rules, a set of rules that allow the resentment of everyone who experienced the Age of Death to be vented. In other words, the authority to take revenge on the root of all evil—the Slothful Sun—that caused the Black Death to spread across the world, bringing hunger and poverty...!"

She came to this garden of gods to respond to the grievances of eighty million people and to challenge the sun.

As if in response to her determination, the black wind intensified, and a fierce gale arose all around.

However, with the constant sound emanating from the light wings behind Jill, the gales continued to diminish.

Jill's face was behind the mask, so his expression was not visible.

He finally let out a deep sigh.

“If that’s the case, then—I will grant you a glorious defeat.” Golden ripples appeared beside Jill’s hand.

“If you want to slay a god, there is no weapon more suitable than this.” A crimson spear appeared beside Jill.

Pest sensed it the moment the dark red spear appeared.

That aura that threatened my life.

“Longinus—” Jill murmured the true name of the crimson spear.

A tremor ran through the crimson spear.

A dark red light flashed, and the aura on the crimson spear became even more solid.

Jill narrowed her eyes.

It seems that the treasures in his own treasury have all changed to some extent since he came to this world.

Let's do an experiment later and see.

Anyway, there's someone who can catch Noble Phantasms with their bare hands, so we can do experiments with them.