One-way traffic

There have been many similar rumors so far, but none are as fantastical as this. Some have said that there might be a so-called "God of Games" in this world, but these are obviously fabricated.

But this was the first time she had ever heard such an unrealistic rumor.

Humans, the most unlikely species to turn the tide, single-handedly wiped out countless fleets of goblins, and even managed to take down six dragon goblins.

The more Nina thought about the news, the more she wanted to laugh.

"You don't even use your brain to make up lies."

However, discarding this impossible intelligence does indeed give one a sense of whimsy and interesting information.

She yawned and lay down on the bed, feeling quite content.

"Well, in the end, no matter which race plays the role in this world, humans are the only ones who will never be able to play the role."

"Oh dear? Is it really a good idea to establish this kind of thinking?"

--What?!

She suddenly opened her eyes wide and immediately looked toward the source of the sound.

It wasn't the main gate; there was no one there.

That means—?!

"In the back—?"

"Greetings, I'm so sorry to bother you at this hour, as it's really hard to tell whether it's night or day in your world."

An exceptionally elegant figure was standing behind him.

Standing beside her bed was a beautiful young woman with a purple dress, flowing purple hair, and a beauty as striking as a butterfly.

She was looking at him with a calm smile and speaking fluent Mori language.

Buzz! Nina's choice was simple.

Responding instantly, he gathered his power in his hand, intending first to analyze the other party's identity.

Is it a Skywing? Or a Goblin? Or some other race? The answers will be calculated directly in the next second by the analytical magic.

“…Huh?”

Parsing failed; unable to parse.

The magic had completely lost its effect, and no reasonable answer could be obtained.

How... is that possible?

"Don't worry so much, I'm not an enemy of you forest elves. On the contrary, I'm here to provide you with information."

"intelligence…?"

Nina remained vigilant, but after confirming that her opponent's identity was unidentifiable, she became even more hesitant to make a move.

What kind of being could possibly be so powerful that even I can't figure out its identity?

Just how powerful is the opponent?

I can't imagine it.

That's why Nina gave the other person a chance to speak.

“That’s right, the first issue we’re going to discuss is the goblin race.”

"Goblins...do you know anything about those goblin species?"

"Yes, that's right, but that's not the point."

The purple-haired girl smiled and mysteriously uttered the next words.

"—You just mentioned something about the White Nightmare, do you really think it's just a rumor?"

"Do you really believe that there is no 'humanity' in this world capable of wiping out your entire race?"

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At night, Accelerator was tidying up the spaceship.

It's not for repairs; the spaceship will never be able to be driven again under any circumstances, but it can still serve as a temporary base.

"more or less."

After clearing out the interior area, there was a place to sleep.

He himself doesn't care where he sleeps, but it's different for Hatsune Miku.

Considering the girl's living conditions, we need to find a way to make room for cooking and bathing inside the cave.

but.

The first monster once again looked at the electrodes on its neck.

No response.

Ever since I did that kind of thing yesterday, this thing has been in a dark state, and the light has never been turned on even once.

"...There's really no other way."

I can somewhat understand the idea of ​​holistic consciousness, which is why I completely cut off the connection between myself and the electrodes.

However—he knew very well that even if he were given a second chance, he would still act ruthlessly.

Even if he had to have every single one of the Misaka Sisters kill him once, even if it were Last Order, with all their consciousness present—he would still choose to continue killing them.

It is absolutely impossible to change even the slightest thought. Absolutely not. There is no one in this world who can change your thoughts, not even if it means your death.

With a twist of his neck, Accelerator stepped out of the modified spaceship.

So, it's about time to get on with what I've planned.

I recall the human settlement I visited yesterday.

"...Is humanity really just like insects in this world?"

The first one gazed into the darkness of the abyss, pondering this question with profound meaning.

Chapter 560 Another "Strongest"

Located in the sky, isolated from everything on the ground.

Within this secluded realm, there exists a new world that no one can reach.

A realm of temples, as vast and towering as an island.

Beyond the clouds, above the mountains and the sea, a place hailed as a paradise in the heavens, is the abode of the Skywing race.

Arbont Heim.

All the Skywing races reside here, receiving orders from others, and leaving this temple to descend to the mortal realm and eliminate all targets on the ground.

In this way, this place seems to be the legendary divine realm, and the Skywing race who receive the will of the gods are just like real angels.

Although, in reality, the temple was inhabited by genuine gods.

Jibril was well aware of this.

She flew back to Avante-Heim from the outside, and after entering the temple, she reached the innermost area under the watchful eyes of the other Winged Ones.

Her identity is that of the strongest individual among all the Skywing species.

Jibril, known as the Extra Individual, walked into the temple. In this temple—no, to be precise, even in the whole world, there were very few people who could interfere with her will.

—Only one exists.

"An extra item?"

The moment the sound reached us, space and time were already distorted.

Jibril, who was still holding her head up, felt a sense of oppression coming straight at her. This was not intentional; it was simply a matter of the air vibrating when someone speaks.

Under pressure, Jibril immediately knelt on the floor.

"Owner."

She spoke respectfully, facing the figure standing before her like a stone statue.

A towering figure, more than twice the height of the Skywing race.

Its body looked like quartz, its muscles were harder than rock, and its beard was as hard as steel.

Behind the opponent, eighteen wings were completely retracted, resembling a cape that shone with golden light.

Because you can't look up at the other person's face, you can't see their actual expression; you can only feel their gaze coming straight down from above.

"Individual Number One, how is she?"

"...The restoration is still underway, and the exact time required is impossible to estimate; it is very likely to exceed one thousand years..."

The first individual refers to Azriel's situation.

At this point, Jibril couldn't help but think of the time she found her outside.

It was only about ten minutes after we left.

When they found her again, she was lying completely in a pool of blood.

There were no signs of life, and no amount of resuscitation equipment could save her life. However, it seemed to be the protective mechanism of the Skywing species itself. After exhausting her power and reverting to her child form, she barely entered the minimum level of suspended animation – a state of suspended animation that could not even be detected by bioelectricity.

—But even so, it would take at least a thousand years to heal her from that state and awaken her.

Moreover, it is entirely unimaginable whether he will suddenly die for other unusual reasons within this thousand years.

Vaguely.

As Jibril knelt on the ground, she felt a surge of other emotions within her.

"…I see."

Even without saying it aloud, the enormous figure in front had already noticed this.

"Did you experience 'anger' because of Individual Number One?"

"...No, that's not true."

"There's no need for concealment. As your creator—the true embodiment of 'the strongest' and 'war'—I, Altshu, naturally understand your thoughts, all of you."

The owner saw right through us.

However, precisely because of this, Jibril found it difficult to suppress her emotions.

"Lord Artesu... who on earth injured Azriel like this...?"

Even so, Jibril didn't think the other party would know.

Even Artes, the God of War whom they have always regarded as the embodiment of the concept of "strongest" and who is absolutely invincible in this world, probably cannot know the answer to this kind of question.

"This is the first time I've seen someone in an extra edition have such strong emotions about you."

"..."

"But that's okay."

Artesius, who was sitting in the temple, waved his arm.

"I have a clear understanding of what happened to Individual Number One."

"This...does it mean you know...?"

"But that's not something you should be concerned about, Extra Individual."

What?! Even Jibril herself was shocked.

Why--?!

"It is precisely because I know this that I can say that you are not the one who killed Individual Number One, his opponent."

"How... is this possible...! This kind of thing—!!"

"In addition, I have something else to say."

Without giving Jibril a chance to answer, Althu forcibly changed the subject.

"Because Individual Number One is undergoing emergency healing, there are some things that will be entrusted to you to do... including this one."

The heavy sound shook the entire space once again.

"From now on, lead a large number of other individuals to launch indiscriminate environmental attacks against the ground."