Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As she said, she wanted to save the planet and erase that "pathetic future."

The most effective method, based on the brain capacity and simple logic of this "Great Leader," would naturally be to first eliminate humanity, who caused this consequence, and then reshape the planet according to his own will.

It's like an impatient child who, while playing a stacking game, chooses to push the blocks down and start over.

As expected of you, Mary...

Samael, who had roughly come to this conclusion in a short time, looked at Olga Marie across from him with some speechlessness.

The ancient Indian Lostbelt, through its endless cycles of creation and destruction, has long proven that there is no truly perfect thing in this world.

This applies to things, and it also applies to life.

To think that by simply turning the Earth into a blank sheet of paper, one can create everything perfect is utterly wishful thinking.

If it were really that simple, why would so many creator gods and earth goddesses on Earth be so perplexed by this question?

So, you should read more books, child...

Samael glanced at Olga Marie across from him, shaking his head inwardly and muttering to himself.

However, seemingly sensing that he was being looked down upon, the alien god suddenly looked up and noticed a certain guy behind Mash.

"Hey, who are you?"

Samael couldn't help but feel playful, and with a slight smile, he spoke jokingly.

"Chief, I am Master No. 48, Fujimaru Ritsuka, reporting for duty..."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

The "Alien God" frowned and pondered the name for a moment, then snorted coldly and looked up.

"Very well, answer me now, Fujimaru Ritsuka. Why don't you show me any respect? Shouldn't you bow your heads and seek instruction and obedience before a great and powerful being?"

"..."

Seeing the serious look on the other side, Samael was both amused and exasperated.

You're getting all worked up just because I said you're fat...

However, Samael's eyes lit up, and he spoke with a smile.

"Your Excellency, according to Earth's tradition, when the weak seek instruction from the strong and express obedience, they must perform specific rituals..."

Upon hearing the words "Grand Commander," the alien god's face immediately lit up with satisfaction, and his gaze toward the other side was filled with admiration. He then casually asked a question.

"what?"

"Kiss the other person's instep."

"...!"

The alien god was taken aback, instinctively pulling his feet back, somewhat skeptical.

In fact, "kissing the instep" is a custom that commoners in the West must perform when meeting nobles, especially princesses.

Because he was telling the truth, Samael looked up calmly, his gaze sincere.

Of course, what he wouldn't tell the other person is that kissing the instep is just one of the rituals of submission, not the only one...

After a moment, the hesitant alien god turned to look behind him.

"Hey, Master, do we have this kind of etiquette on Earth?"

"Of course there is!"

With a resolute reply, a girl dressed in a white magician's outfit, with red hair, orange eyes, and a short, side-swept ponytail, emerged from behind the Imaginary Tree, grinning with a healthy and joyful smile.

"Tachibana-senpai?"

Mashu froze again, her eyes glazed over, her stuttering worse, and her body involuntarily shrank back like a frightened little rabbit.

This time, even Samael couldn't remain calm after seeing that face, and the files on Master No. 48, Fujimaru Ritsuka, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

It's really just ordinary.

Growing up in a middle-class family, I didn't receive any remarkable benefits, but I also didn't have a very difficult childhood.

My nature is basically inclined towards kindness. Although I may not be able to do any good deeds or great things myself, I will simply understand and admire the "good things" that happen before my eyes.

Although she appears to be a teenager with a very contemporary flair, she is well-bred, not because her family is wealthy, but because her parents have raised her very well, resulting in her gentle demeanor and speech. She is someone who can accurately perceive the feelings of others.

If we're talking about any "particular" anecdotes in the formation of Fujimaru's personality, there's probably this record in the archives.

Three months before Fujimaru becomes a high school student, before his new life begins.

An elderly woman lives next door to the Fujimaru family. She has always lived alone and has no contact with the Fujimaru family.

In the last week before the old man was about to enjoy his remaining years, Fujimaru spent several hours with him each day for some small reasons.

(The caregiver who was supposed to look after the elderly person couldn't come, so Fujimaru is temporarily filling in, etc.)

This is an elderly man who lived through World War II.

Although he remarried after the war, his wife and children eventually separated, and he has lived alone for the past twenty years. It would not be surprising if he harbored resentment.

But the old man had no complaints and remained peaceful until the end of his life.

Sitting on the veranda watching the cherry blossoms, the old man couldn't help but sigh softly, "(My life) is really good."

By this time, Fujimaru had come to like the old man's character, and therefore was filled with doubt and anger at the old man's lament.

She said angrily that in the end she was all alone and received absolutely no reward!

I also asked the old man, "Why?"

"Of course, there have been sad and painful things. But when I look back, the first things that come to mind are still the trivial matters."

The old man spoke without words, saying that a peaceful life like this is truly precious.

"And my life isn't all alone. Because I can still chat with you like this."

The old man said that being able to chat idly with someone until the end of his life was "a good thing to do at the end of his life."

A few days later, the old man passed away.

Although Fujimaru did not shed tears, he learned what a "good" thing is for humans.

After all, there are predecessors who lived wonderful lives even without receiving any reward. In order not to bring shame upon these people, we must also strive to live our lives to the fullest.

Basically, life is not easy for anyone.

The time spent so far, the arduous journey of life, is ultimately beyond redemption.

For the elderly, there are no “glorious praises” or “success” that can offset their hard work and achievements.

All he had left in the last days of his life was a few days to talk with the neighborhood children.

But in Fujimaru's eyes, the old man's profile, after these few days, looked so happy and beautiful. He seemed like someone who had no more worries, whose life was complete.

It's not to say that such a life is wonderful.

Rather, it is the human heart that can face life head-on, no matter what kind of life one leads—that is the truly beautiful thing. Young Fujimaru understood this.

Furthermore, although Fujimaru didn't know anything about the old woman, the old woman was very familiar with her.

"Of course I've known you since you were born."

"Needless to say. After all, it's the biggest happy event for our neighbor's family. It's only natural to care."

Fujimaru thus confirmed "what should be cherished" and "whether it is being valued". It goes without saying that she hates evil deeds and murder, but her nature can be summed up in one sentence: "Do not refrain from doing good because it is small, accumulate it step by step, and turn it into a kind of goodness that can bless people".

Fujimaru Ritsuka laughs when good things happen, gets angry when bad things happen, and admires dazzling and glamorous people.

Sometimes I might give a mischievous answer or make a comment. Although I'm not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble, I'm generally thoughtful and optimistic. I'm the type who will stubbornly tell myself, "Well, there's always a way," and then take one step at a time toward my goal.

The reason why Fujimaru can interact with people regardless of the era or race is because she has personally experienced the principle that "no matter what kind of person someone is, there must be something worthy of respect (something that must be respected) in them."

Even if the other person is someone he cannot get along with, it does not mean that he will "treat the other person's life as nothing, or ignore it unintentionally".

Although she lacked the talent to be a magician, she still diligently underwent "various training exercises that enabled her to survive" every day after being selected.

Until the day comes when fate wills its challenges...

Samael had always believed that the records in the files were fictional scripts, intended as a reference for him to understand the characters' personalities and to portray them as perfectly as possible.

Even the word "she" in the text was thought by Samael to be a typo.

However, unexpectedly, there really was another Fujimaru inside Chaldea...

The last member of the Seven Hidden Ones—Fujimaru Tachibana.

A girl who also has 100% Spirit Summoning Adaptability and became an Alien God Master.

Samael stared at the Chaos Evil in front of him, whose smile was full of malice and who looked like he was watching a good show. His lips twitched violently, and he cursed the person who helped him forge an identity.

Old Ma, you son of a bitch, this pockmark isn't a pockmark, it's a trap!

Chapter 52 Gaia: I have something to announce!

Hearing his master's confident assurance behind him, the alien god hesitated for a moment before finally bending down to take off his silver-white boots and black stockings. He then raised his fair, white feet and gestured to Samael with a look of disgust.

"Hmph, Chaldea Master, now, I generously allow you to kiss the back of my feet and offer your loyalty to me."

It must be said that even without the alien god's reshaping of her body, Olga Marie was already a remarkably beautiful woman.

The outstretched foot had a slightly raised arch, and its shape was extremely beautiful, like a work of art carved from a beautiful jade, making one unable to resist the urge to put it in their mouth.

Although Samael wasn't a foot fetishist, the sight of those tiny feet poking out from right in front of him, and the alien god's white hair and red eyes clashing against the Chinese, still stirred something within him.

"That's not true!"

Seeing that her Master seemed to be showing signs of being attracted, Mash became anxious and, in a moment of impulsiveness, rushed out to sternly stop them and righteously expose the two unscrupulous Masters' conspiracy in public.

"Chief, they're lying to you!"

Although Olga Marie, who had merged with the alien god, was simple-minded, she was not stupid. She turned to look at Fujimaru Tachibana beside her, and a hint of suspicion gradually appeared in her red and black eyes.

Seeing that his plot had been exposed, Fujimaru Tachibana immediately laughed it off and quickly changed the subject.

"Ahaha, so you also have the surname Fujimaru?"

The red-haired girl stopped behind the alien god, her amber eyes smiling as she looked at Samael opposite her, asking with great interest.

"Yes, what a coincidence, maybe we were even family before..."

Samael coughed dryly, forcing a somewhat distorted smile onto his face, while cursing inwardly as he made excuses.

That bastard Lao Ma actually copied his identity.

Moreover, they didn't even change the content; they basically only changed the last word.

Damn it, is there anyone this lazy?

Now that the fake has met the real deal, it's a complete disaster.

Just as Samael was inwardly cursing a certain irresponsible subordinate, Fujimaru Tachibana across from him suddenly clapped his hands as if he had discovered some earth-shattering secret.

"Oh, so you're my long-lost half-brother!"

The heartfelt address reached his ears, and the ancient snake twitched his eye, looking sullenly at the pretty face opposite him that was raising its lips and outlining a wicked smile.

Clearly, this girl is a cunning and pleasure-seeking criminal at heart, no wonder she's been categorized as part of the chaotic evil faction.

However, despite his inner grumbling, Samael didn't forget to habitually observe the alien god's master who had appeared before him.

Her jet-black vertical pupils split open like flower petals, and around Fujimaru Tachibana in her field of vision were faint golden threads, creating an invisible connection between the world around her and her every move.

Possessing "the power of destiny to control one's fate, and the decisiveness to act when destiny arrives," I see...

Samael recalled the descriptions of this chaotic evil and suddenly seemed to be deep in thought.

Every era, for various reasons, gives birth to so-called chosen ones.

The Fujimaru Tachibana before us carries this very quality.

It must be admitted that luck and fate are truly among the most unsolvable and mysterious forces in the world.

It is precisely because of this that she was able to overcome the seven singularities where heroic spirits roamed everywhere and defeat the seven Lostbelts where gods flew in the sky, all with a mortal body, and accomplish a task that was almost impossible.

The chosen one, who should be on the side of humanity, is now on the side of the alien god. Does that mean that some unpredictable destiny has shifted?

Thinking of this, Samael frowned and a hint of apprehension crept into his gaze as he looked at Fujimaru Tachibana.

"You are clearly the Master of Chaldea, so why did you betray humanity and assist the alien god?"