I am the savior, do you have any objection?

The residents of the miniature garden went from being terrified and panicked at the beginning to becoming numb, except that their sleep quality noticeably declined.

The gods were in a panic, and many groups of gods discussed whether to carry out a miniature world transfer, so that these unimaginable beings could play here on their own while everyone else could go and live elsewhere.

Even Izayoi Sakamaki, who had been talking about going up and showing off her skills, now had her back soaked with sweat.

Black Rabbit frantically pleaded for help in a live stream group, but no one answered.

"Waaaaah! How could this happen?!"

Chapter 539 Rebirth: I Capture Black Slaves in the Little Garden

The third day, which should have been the time of dawn.

The tremors in the sky stopped.

At the same time, the sun in the miniature garden also begins to reappear.

Because the sun has been blocked and fixed in place, the residents of the miniature garden have been living in darkness for the past few days.

"Aren't you going to take a rest?"

Asuka looked at Izayoi Sakamaki, who was clenching her fist and staring at the sky with a somewhat stiff smile, and showed a little worry.

"No, we can't afford to waste a single second of seeing such powerful opponents fight, and we must decide the winner soon."

Izayoi Sakamaki initially helped the residents of the ground deal with the giant stardust that kept falling. After nothing else could fall from the sky, he kept smiling and looking at the sky, his eyes bloodshot but he never closed them.

Even though cold sweat had soaked his back, he still maintained his high fighting spirit, as if he wanted to show that he would not give up.

Perhaps this is because his nemesis is engaged in a fierce battle with someone else, and he finds himself completely powerless to intervene.

Although Azdahah's physical body is merely that of a three-digit Demon Lord, he is constantly increasing his power and fighting against the entire infinitely diverse worldview of the Kree.

Nobody knows how it will end.

Finally, the sun gradually reappeared.

The people in the small garden on the ground all sprang into action. It wasn't just Izayoi Sakamaki who hadn't rested for the past few days; there were also countless other powerful individuals with four-digit numbers who were concerned about everything.

As a shooting star streaked across the sky, everyone rushed toward a hill, a sacred mountain called Mount Athos, located in the eastern region of the Fifth Ring Road.

Everyone flew down to the foot of the mountain, but because the "meteor" fell back up, not a single person dared to fly up and investigate.

Is it one demon king, or another?

Although everyone is worried, since no matter who wins, it will be a crisis for the sandbox if they don't suffer serious damage.

But what they were curious about and what worried them was the outcome of the game itself.

Such a magnificent battle, such a scene rarely seen even in myths and legends, who exactly won?

The morning sun shone down, directly over the mountaintop, causing the gods, demons, monsters, and ghosts to squint as they gazed upon it.

A white dragon's head emerged from the mountaintop.

It's him?

With a smile, Kerry, carrying the dragon head in his hand, walked to the top of the mountain.

No... it's him!

The enormous white dragon head was crushed to pieces in Kree's hands.

But the demon king's voice continued to ring out.

"You've done a great job! Now humanity is qualified to go to the post-apocalyptic world!"

You shattered the very concept of the apocalypse; you killed me, who could never be killed by God.

Go and lead people over the corpses of suffering to a new world... O hero.

It is not the hero who defeats the demon king, but the one who defeats the demon king who is the hero.

When humanity's final trial has ended at the hands of the Kree, its fate and destiny become irrelevant.

Perhaps there once existed a sword specifically designed to defeat this demon king, but when someone can defeat the demon king without that sword, then that sword is merely an accessory.

"Hahahaha! Eek—ah!"

Kerry's joyful long howl echoed throughout the small garden.

And the people below finally knew the result.

Spicy!

Those so-called strongmen already know, it's over!

Kerry didn't seem to have suffered any serious damage, and no one dared to test the other's strength at this time.

The Seven Great Sages are no good, the White Yaksha is no good, the remaining Heavenly Army is no good, the gods who descended to earth are no good, and as for those wild communities, they are only fit to be some insignificant background figures.

That Azdaqah actually lost and died.

This is something that even the gods cannot do; it's a situation that even the gods find somewhat disastrous.

Even a million gods couldn't defeat him then. When he was defeated, the gods could only seal him away to postpone his arrival. But now, he is gone.

Not only is this body gone, but in the future of the infinitely diverse worlds influenced by the miniature garden, many new arguments have suddenly emerged in response to the apocalyptic theory, such as leaving the home planet, or overthrowing the capitalists on everyone's heads before the Great Decline of Humanity to avoid the arrival of cyberpunk.

The "reality" of the miniature garden is about to fall completely under this guy's control.

Black Rabbit looked at the camera with a hint of despair.

"Um... is there really no way for you to do this?"

[Sato Kazuma: No, goodbye!]

[Autumn: President Kree looks quite energetic today. Little girl, please give him my regards and tell him that the First Man is talking about him while he's working on stabilizing the solar system's magnetic field.]

[Aleister: Isn't this great? When you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy! That's the secret to human life!]

[Group 1 Owner - Emperor: This is good, there's no downside to it]

[Group 2 Owner - Lelouch IV - Great Britain: @Emperor, it's been a long time since I've heard from you. Speaking of which, this miniature world looks quite similar to your Supreme Heaven.]

[Group 1 Owner - Emperor: That's about right. I changed the microphone before and gave those guys a good scolding.]

[Group 4 Owner Arceus: You've issued quite a few quests to stop the spread of your faith, haven't you? What were the results?]

[Group 1 Owner - Emperor: Not very good]

[Autumn: So, do we still need to make a trip over there?]

[Group Leader 1 - Emperor: No need. The reversal of time cannot affect Chaos. They are probably already weaving a new conspiracy, and I've observed them quite well. When the Zerg swarm arrives, I'll have this Group Leader 5 come over.]

Seeing that his live stream had become someone else's chat room because of a certain emperor's appearance, Black Rabbit felt a sense of despair.

It seems like these guys in the group all have some kind of unspoken agreement not to get involved in this.

To calm his inner turmoil, Kerry lowered his head and looked at the crowd at the foot of the mountain.

Kerry felt like he was starting to enjoy the fighting, which was not good. He couldn't become a brute; the negative impact that would have on powerful individuals was immeasurable.

It's hard not to be happy, though. The battle just now was indeed enjoyable. Not only was it enjoyable because both sides were constantly accumulating power before clashing, but it was also enjoyable to chat with that guy.

However, that guy was only interested in dying and was unwilling to be stripped of his powers and reincarnated in the underworld.

Kree could only eat him and the power fragments.

The crowd below noticed Kerry's gaze and suddenly realized something. Some people immediately prepared to run away, but the first one who started running had just taken off when Kerry pointed at him from a distance and turned him into red popcorn.

Then Kerry revealed the benign expression of a 16th-century Spanish merchant who saw black goods gathering by the side of the ship, waiting to be seized.

"Very good! Now that you're all here, it saves me the trouble of searching the entire garden! Those who don't want to die and are willing to be interrogated, stand to the left! Those who want to die can start running now!"

Chapter 540 Ragnarok

[Congratulations, host, on completing the great task of saving the world!]

Difficulty: 58~69

Rating: B

[The host helped humanity shatter the wheel of fate. The future has been completely changed because of the host's existence, and all the inevitable destinies and existences have been consigned to the dustbin of history.]

[Because this world affects countless other worlds: Total reward 1300000 points.]

The miniature garden, reality, three months later.

The communities in the lower levels of the sandboxes in various places have lost a lot of people.

"Great! We've finally arrived at the miniature garden! I can't wait to show my skills!"

A demigod boy from a mythical, war-torn world, who unexpectedly received a blessing, swings his fist, while his teammates, all of similar origins, stand beside him.

They were tired of waging war after war in their own world, watching mortals, far inferior to themselves, constantly fight. So they hoped to come to the Little Garden and thoroughly enjoy that deadly game of blessings.

"That's right! Let's make our mark in this paradise of gods, Buddhas, and demons! Someone from our family came to this miniature world, let's go and join his community first!"

The group left the jungle with great enthusiasm and arrived at a gathering place with a boundary gate, hoping to find a place where they could teleport.

"Newcomers? Please register your identity and privilege information."

As a result, a girl who looked like a dragon maiden sitting next to the gate sighed and took out a registration book.

"Huh? What's going on?" the boy and his teammates asked curiously.

"We will register your identity information and issue you a sandbox ID card. With this ID card, you can find work and receive living supplies in the sandbox."

Housing will be allocated free of charge after you start working. If you are unfamiliar with sandpits, please check the notice board there for information.

Although the dragon maiden was clearly a little impatient, she still dutifully explained the current situation.

"?"

The boys and girls exchanged glances.

Is this...right? Is it correct?

After listening to their words, they looked around at the city built near the remote border gate and realized that it was not quite the same as they had imagined.

It's not the legendary miniature garden. Aside from those neutral cities belonging to powerful communities, shouldn't everyone be afraid to go out?

Why are there so many children here, and ordinary people with no special privileges on the street? Aren't they afraid of being captured by the hostile community and used as bargaining chips?

Wait! Isn't that a half-dragon who clearly has received some kind of blessing? Why is he bringing a bunch of supplies this way?

Could this be the territory of some particularly powerful community, where even such beings need to work?

"Phew! In 10 more months, my labor reform will be over."

Come to think of it, our miniature garden clearly doesn't lack any of these things, so why do we have to do all the work?

The dragon was pulling something while greeting the dragon girl on this side.

"Didn't His Majesty say that this was to torture us and let us experience the life of ordinary people?"

The Dragon Girl sighed, stepped down from the small table under the shade, inspected the supplies with her grace, nodded, and indicated that they could proceed into the realm gate.

"Over on West Street, they're offering free mead. In the city, as long as you're physically fit enough not to get drunk and affect your work, drinking isn't prohibited. You can have a glass."

Before entering, the dragon pointed in a direction to the side, then left, pulling its belongings along.

This seemingly ordinary scene deeply shocked the group of people who had just arrived.

No? Isn't a miniature garden a paradise for gods, Buddhas, and demons?

Is it going to be a massacre? Or a game of grace?

Why does this place seem even more peaceful than the mortal world they were in before?

Shouldn't this place be full of crazy people, where everyone is happily fighting for their own wishes and to become stronger?

Although they were confused and new to the area, they could only obediently fill out the forms.

After it was filled out, the woman with dragon horns glanced at it.

"The community you want to join has been destroyed and annexed. If you have nowhere else to go, you can join Arcadia first."

"What? Who! Who wiped them out!"

The demigods were shocked to hear this. That community was the place where their ancestors lived. If it were destroyed, they would definitely be on guard and keep a low profile to avoid being discovered by the other party.

"No one destroyed them. It's just that after two weeks of management, their infrastructure and people's happiness index still didn't meet the standards, so they were stripped of their independent administrative authority and title as a community."