Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Because habits are a terrible thing.

They had long been accustomed to the idea that the cursed children were the lowest of the low in this world, this civilization, this society, a group that could be used by everyone for amusement and to release negative emotions.

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Losing this community would be as painful and unsettling as discovering that the food of our old civilization has lost its saltiness!

It's easy to start with simplicity, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. After experiencing the stress relief brought by violence, they actually realize that they themselves are the weak ones, and they can't escape the fact that they are the cursed children.

Whether it's about being protected or about venting emotions.

I can't live without it, I'm completely inseparable from it now!

How am I supposed to survive?!

Surviving in the desert only to find you're wearing nothing but a pair of shorts is even more despairing.

This psychological deficiency would make it impossible for them to live!

Therefore, even when facing a planet-destroying cannon, we should try to put up a fight.

At least, well... at least hopefully the aliens, or perhaps some other celestial being, will have mercy and spare them a few cursed children? However—

The murmurs of those termites suddenly fell silent at some point.

It was because a terrifying sight began to appear in the sky.

Starship One!!

Constructing a complete universe from the laws of night and replicating some data of the moon goddess Artemis, creating things from nothing is not difficult.

After all, holding and controlling are two different things.

Each starship's central hub is connected to the intelligent AI of the original moon goddess Artemis.

Just as the Lostbelt Moon Goddess can descend into human form—a secondary body—of course, the scenario where the secondary body gains emotions and betrays the original body will not occur here.

After all

Now, everyone is united as one, fighting for the people they love.

That's right!

Artemis, the goddess of the moon, was fascinated by the hero from the time when he was not yet a god, a figure from the human era.

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They were so captivated by the world of No Game No Life that all the Machines were willing to die for humanity, and especially for Riku!

With such wholehearted and complete integration, an invincible torrent of steel surged forth from the gates opened on the massive hull.

It's an invincible force!

For a time, on the streets, pedestrians, businessmen, politicians, the elderly, young people, men, women, police officers... and even the little girls who were declared to be taken away and forcibly protected...

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Even the Initiators who were still standing in front of humanity to protect them stared in disbelief at the exaggerated scene in the sky.

Indeed—Artemis, the moon goddess, is an aircraft carrier! A starship of the aircraft carrier class, traversing the sea of ​​stars and space.

Could such a massive size have contained such a large number of other starships?

At this moment, in the outskirts of the outer district—1

Before Joan of Arc, an old man was leading children forward. When they saw the terrifying sight above the city, they instinctively reached out and pulled the children together to protect them.

Many children, upon witnessing this scene, instinctively wanted to hide back in the sewer beneath the manhole cover—the home they knew so well, the only place that brought them a sense of security.

Previously, when Joan of Arc came to their door, she barely managed to peek out from under the manhole cover because of her friendliness. In the end, she only agreed to come to the surface after successfully negotiating with their guardian, the only old man in the Black Bullet who sheltered the cursed child.

Although the Artemis was visible at that time, it was stationary, and as long as it wasn't directly overhead, the children could remain calm.

But now?

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Chapter 132 Because of trust, Earth became the second home of the Machine God.

Looking up at the sky fills me with awe!

After all, before today, these little girls had never seen a starship, let alone an entire fleet! This was a blow to civilization! The crystallization of wisdom from a higher civilization against the backward structure of a lower civilization! It was a rare moment that was both enjoyable and unsuitable for children to watch, a moment that would frighten the native civilization.

1 But now the endless stream of soldiers seems to be a horrifying scene, as if to deter the adults who are preparing to resist and protest.

Protests?! Then just silence all the protests, and everyone's satisfied, right?

At this moment, human tyranny will be destroyed, and the world belongs to the Machine God!

Flesh and blood are weak, while machinery soars! The scene on the retina tells the story of the most primitive violence within civilization.

When violence encounters a higher level of violence, it weakens, just as it is now...

All was silent; the sound was like a bullet stuck in a chamber, unable to be emitted any further.

Joan of Arc: "Everyone, do not panic. Please follow my steps closely. The gods will not harm you."

We are about to travel to a new world, where you will be provided with a truly safe haven.

"Comfortable sunshine, bustling city, delicious food, schools, hospitals, shopping malls—this is a world that truly belongs to you."

No more fear, no more being looked at with strange eyes and disdain, and a world where all children can make new friends equally.

Joan of Arc was relatively mild-mannered in her speech.

If it were Jeanne d'Arc Alter, she would probably say right now, "This trash world is not worthy of you."

"Really?"

"I want to eat lots and lots of delicious food."

I want to lie on a soft bed.

Um... I've always wanted to try it.

"Can I make new friends? That's great!"

"School, can we go to school like other human children?"

Pairs of hopeful eyes, and timid eyes yearning for the future, all turned to the pretty older sister with braided pigtails in front of them.

At the same time, the children developed a sincere gratitude and faith in the God in heaven. The intensity of this pure and simple faith even surpassed that of the religious knights of many fanatical believers in Hellsong.

After all

Fanatics see God as God, but for the cursed children, they crave something called love more than the title of God. Love is the most obsessive and terrifying force in the world, and for the little girls—perhaps… God can be their father figure.

"They loved and revered God as if he were their own biological father whom they had never met."

As she gazed at the little girls whose eyes were gradually brightening with hope, Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but recall those words, and a maternal glow emanated from her.

"Sister Joan of Arc, you look so beautiful now, radiating a motherly aura."

A little girl, very close to Joan of Arc, couldn't help but whisper as she held Joan's hand.

Joan of Arc suddenly woke up, and after realizing what had happened, her ears turned completely red.

what?

Just a moment ago I thought these little girls were treating God like a father, but now she's being praised as someone who could be a mother figure?

God is my father, so I...I am...?!

.....

Meanwhile, in the city—even though people seemed to have been forcibly silenced at this moment, soon with the mechanical riots in the sky, various disturbances and screams began to erupt again below.

Countless starships crashed into or strafeed the city's buildings before forcibly landing in the city.

Not enough places to settle down? Then blast them down to create a place to settle down.

Countless humanoid Artemis AI sub-entities then emerged from the starship and began the final rescue operation for the cursed children within the city.

Most of the starships that landed were attached to the detected cursed children, so the first group of people quickly began to communicate with those lolis and express goodwill.

Although the Lostbelt Artemis of this period was only altered by memory and was not actually very good at expressing her emotions, tending to communicate in a somewhat cold manner, the AIs were trying their best to express goodwill. This made them resemble clumsy older sisters who were cold on the outside but warm on the inside but not good at expressing themselves.

For a moment, this unusual first impression actually made the cursed child, who had been through the world's hardships and was quite wary of strangers, feel a little more trust.

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After all, people are more willing to believe what they see with their own eyes and what they judge with their own minds.

"Big sister, are you here to save us?"

A little girl asked a question to the "child of Artemis" that appeared before her.

"Yes.

Please feel free to come with us.

The spaceship had clean clothes, food, and water, as well as toys specially prepared by the "originator."

The female body tried her best to express goodwill, seemingly wanting to smile, but her lack of skill made it look a bit strange. Fortunately, the goddess's beauty saved her.

"I believe in my older sister!"

The little girl mustered her courage, reached out, and took the hand of "Artemis's offspring."

After all, for them, the world couldn't be any worse, could it?!

If you can't even hold onto the happiness that's already upon you.

This miraculous scene, unimaginable even in dreams, of being personally saved by aliens, extraterrestrial gods, or even deities from Greek mythology, may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for redemption.

She wanted to be happy! Even if it meant risking being deceived, she still wanted to be happy! Even if the aliens' purpose might actually be to use them for evil human experiments—of course, this was not a consideration for the overly innocent and kind-hearted cursed children; in other words, they were actually very easy to fool.

Even the smallest act of kindness, barely worthy of charity, such as a glass of water or a lollipop, can win over a heart that will never regret it.

It's a personality trait that makes one very easy for bad people to exploit.

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Fortunately, this time they were saved by angels sent by God.