Chapter 96

I have been keeping you waiting for a long time, but the new chapter is starting now.

The central island of the three major continents.

For several days, it had been an isolated island, off-limits to everyone.

—No, to be precise, it was possible to enter.

However, only as a corpse, a mere statue.

At the center of the island stood a massive structure.

It resembled a temple, with each stone abnormally large.

Inside, there were several levels, and on the top floor, there was a large window that offered a view stretching to the horizon.

From that window, the creator god Creasil gazed down upon the world.

"…How are you feeling, Lord Creasil?"

"Not bad. It feels as though the world is finally in my hands."

Creasil extended her hand.

On it, the world was already held.

"The world is in my hands. I can destroy it whenever I want."

"We, the Seven Holy Swords, are also ready."

Behind her, seven figures bowed their heads.

"Let's start. Destroy a town. Raise the banner of slaughter."

"Hehehe! I'll go! I'll go!"

A tall man with distinctive spiky red hair stood up, directing a sharp gaze at Creasil while letting out a crude laugh.

"I want everything—the first move, the best parts, everything! Got it? Lord Creasil!"

"Mammon… Very well. You may go."

"Hehe! Great!"

The man called Mammon leaped from the top floor and disappeared into the distance.

"…Is it wise to send that man?"

One of the Seven Holy Swords spoke, watching Mammon leave.

"It doesn't matter. His reckless spirit is easy to handle. If left alone, he'll bring back a few heads of human leaders."

Creasil turned around and created a throne behind her. She sat on the crude, unadorned seat and spoke the words of the beginning.

"Very well—let this be the end of the human world."

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"Creasil… So you've made your move."

Destruction, facing the direction of the isolated island where Creasil was, muttered to herself.

"Even though it looks like it will take more time on our side—"

Behind her, in a shrine deep in the forest, on a dilapidated pedestal, Setsu was kneeling with her arms chained, her head bowed.

Her eyes were closed, and she seemed unconscious.

"If it comes to it, I will—no, I will trust this one."

Destruction entered the shrine and examined Setsu's "completion," narrowing her eyes in satisfaction.

"I won't let the human world end—Creasil."