One-way traffic

He remained calm and indifferent.

Faced with a situation that made the world tremble, the young man simply raised his hand, and everything came to an end.

"According to him, you are the Machine Race, right?"

He ignored all of them—the Skywing, the Forest Elf, the Goblin.

Ignoring all the races present, this young man, the human being who was closest to the realm of "demon god" in all the worlds, turned around.

He looked back at the approximately five thousand machine soldiers who were shaken by the phenomenon he had caused, and even showed expressions of "shock".

"Well, normally, it's not my job to suddenly escape when almost the whole world is chasing that guy and Touma Kamijou. But... after all, it was requested by someone who fought alongside me to stop the complete demon god. I should at least do something about it."

"And after hearing his general account of the matter, even if he didn't ask me for these things... given my personality, I would still want to get involved in this matter."

The youth's body was located in the distant sky, a distance that should have been very far from all races, yet he clearly conveyed his voice to everyone present.

He spoke in a calm tone.

"You seem to be planning to end this war by sacrificing your own bodies and lives, by killing nearly five thousand people, is that right?"

But we can learn this from these words.

This man, who is closest to the realm of demons, is the one who needs to speak with these machine races.

"...We are machines."

I've realized it.

Realizing that the being capable of instantly annihilating all the power unleashed in the clash of "God's Strike" was someone who had spoken with the entire Machine Race,

"Things without a physical body, without 'mind and body,' whose very existence is merely a matter of hardware, are props that need not be considered."

"As tools, we do not have any life, therefore, we will not be counted as life subject to the rules."

"Therefore, the meaning of our existence lies solely in faithfully obeying and fulfilling the commands of 'The Will-Maker' Rick. Nothing more."

"These are the rules that we all abide by."

Ha—after saying this, the man laughed.

"Just because you don't have a body or a 'heart,' does that mean you consider yourself a tool to be used and discarded...?"

The tiny, lone Orelus stood alone against a group of nearly five thousand machine races.

"Then what if I told you that these are not the only things that determine your life?"

"—?!"

I cannot understand...

According to calculations, a living being is defined as a product of the union of a body and a living mind. However, no matter how one calculates it, their physical attributes are insufficient to meet any of the characteristics of a living being.

"It's the 'soul'."

The sound shook all races.

"What determines whether you are a living being is not simply whether you have flesh and blood or a mind... Some beings may have substantial flesh and blood and a mind, fulfilling the most basic characteristics of a living being, but they have nothing that can determine their own actions."

Orelus addressed the Machine Race and all the other races present.

"The ability to act on one's own desires, to act according to this standard, precisely demonstrates that you possess a 'soul.'"

and so.

"Regardless of what others think, based on this alone, I believe that everyone in your entire race is a living, breathing individual worthy of our attention."

"No matter what you think of yourselves, no matter what anyone in this world thinks of you as mere machines or props, that kind of thing means nothing to me."

Mingming is just a human being.

But to the world as a whole, he, Orelus, possessed the capriciousness to decide everything.

"To me, you are living beings with 'souls' and flesh and blood."

“I don’t care what others think… I will not allow you to die, nor will I allow any of the beings here to die, so I will stop you, and stop this from happening.”

"Just because, in my eyes, you are alive."

boom----! ! ! !

Completely disregarding the wishes of all races in the world.

Orelus raised his head, and an invisible force seemed to envelop his entire body, instantly spreading to every corner of the world.

“Ooooo…!”

"Measurement...error...force assessment...unable to be estimated?!"

Whether it's a forest elf, a goblin, or even a machine race that's been lectured.

All attempts to detect the man's strength and race have failed.

It was impossible to detect what race the other party was, how strong the other party was, or even—the power he used was not "elves" that existed on this planet at all.

It was a kind of power that seemed to have been pulled from another world, completely outside of this world.

That is the power possessed only by the "Old Gods" who have one foot in the realm of divinity.

"Alright, it seems my job here is pretty simple."

After wiping out the devastating blow unleashed by the conflict between these races, Orelus had completely completed his task.

All he needs to do next is stay here and prevent any potential war from happening.

"Then it's your turn to work. Good luck to the rest of you."

After yawning, Orelus, who had been chasing after the demon god Othinus, stood there disappointed.

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then.

In the endless temple called Avante-Heim.

Artesius is the supreme god who is unparalleled in the world and embodies the concept of "the strongest" in the world.

He opened his eyes as if waking up.

The unruly god of war, after a long absence, turned his gaze to a certain spot in the temple.

There is no one here, and no one can sneak in under his nose.

"God Strike" is an unparalleled attack combining "Sky Strike" released by Altshu and all the current Skywing species.

This power is unstoppable. Once released, all the Skywing girls will suffer from exhaustion and shrinking bodies.

But looking at this man, no one would think that his strength has been diminished.

His rock-hard body remained completely unchanged, as did his aura. The God of War stood on his throne, supporting his face with his arm, his aura seemingly capable of shaking even time and space, completely enveloping the entire temple.

Until the next second.

Does "...Does that mean one isn't enough?"

The greatest and most supreme ruler in the world spoke.

However, they were faced with words of oppression that made the world tremble and that had endured for a long time.

This entity, however, does not feel any pressure because of this.

"I thought that the one who could defeat even the Extra Edition was my greatest enemy in the world, but then someone appeared who could even withstand 'God Strike'."

As the words fell one by one, the figure slowly approached the God of War.

"What was even more interesting than I expected after that was that... there was more than one such person."

The other person stopped.

"As 'humans' with the appearance of monkeys... no, to me, the concept of 'human' is merely your appearance. What you truly demonstrate is far more complex than that can be simply described."

Altshu's golden eyes were fixed on the distance ahead.

"—Am I right? He possesses the same level of existence as that person outside."

Within the elusive, three-dimensional space of Abant-Heim.

A young man with red hair and red clothes stood here.

"So, where should we begin?"

Looking at the figure that was countless times smaller than himself, the God of War spoke again.

"When...did you come in?"

"…how."

The red-haired man laughed.

"Don't you realize when I came in?"

—A red dress with gold trim, red hair, and a calm smile that showed no fear.

as well as.

His right hand, now fully reattached to his right arm.

"All the people here, those winged guys who look like angels, have run outside. If there's no one guarding the door, even I can walk in whenever I want."

But everyone knows that this is an impossible task.

First of all, outside of Abant-Heim, in the midst of battles not only among the Skywing races but also among all other races, it would be impossible to enter the location of the God of War, Altshu, without being detected by anyone. You could search the entire world and find no one like that.

just.

If you can't find such a person anywhere in the world, then why be so fixated on just one world?

And most importantly.

The God of War, Althu, had no way of detecting the other party's presence from the very beginning.

He didn't even notice that the other person had entered his room. In fact, if this man hadn't appeared in front of Altshu in person... he probably still wouldn't have been able to detect the man's presence.

It may seem absurd, but this is reality—a stark and unchangeable reality.

"However, it doesn't matter if you don't notice it."

Even after this incident, Alteshu still spoke with satisfaction.

"Regardless of who you are, even if you don't belong to this world, the fact that I expect more than one 'formidable rival' is actually a more desirable outcome for me."

"Oh? That's not my opinion."

The red-haired youth turned his head to the side.

"I never considered you a 'formidable rival' on my side."

"Why?"

"It's nothing, just a very simple principle."

Faced with the God of War's voice, which seemed to make the world tremble, the young man couldn't help but laugh.

"—This old man has seen monsters that are infinitely stronger than you."

"…oh?"

"With just a single finger, I could instantly annihilate someone like you. No, it's not that simple. A single hair from that guy could reduce this entire world to nothingness... What you're after is called the 'Star Cup,' isn't it? But no, although it's somewhat similar, that thing is simply not good enough. It's completely—not even close to the level of that guy I saw. It's utterly inadequate. In other words, that guy could probably just blink and someone like you would vanish instantly."

The young man was referring to something that even Althu was unaware of.

A demon god who once easily crushed the entire world with just a single finger, reaching the pinnacle of the magical realm.

A series of words seemed to freeze time.

Even the God of War before him remained silent for a few seconds, and then—

"Hahahahahaha—!!!!"

The Supreme God laughed.

"An existence whose fame resounds throughout the three thousand worlds, and who I consider the 'strongest,' cannot match? If I could, I would really like to see that kind of guy with my own eyes."

"But it's probably impossible, isn't it? Putting aside whether that person even exists, you yourself shouldn't belong to this world."

No wonder that guy was wary of him; he saw through this at a glance.

Thinking about it this way, the young man's regard for the other person also rose to a higher level.