Chapter 245

"So this is what a world without war looks like... this sky is so blue, this grass so green, these clouds are actually white, and this food is actually this delicious..."

Everything in the dream left Rick stunned beyond measure; Broly looked at this guy and suddenly felt the other party seemed to have had it even worse than himself.

But before Broly could offer a couple words of comfort, Rick pulled himself together on his own, wolfing down the dream food with one hand while shouting that he would definitely make the world peaceful.

This beautiful dream made Rick yearn for a peaceful world even more, while over there Jibril, after fighting a bout with Broly's dream duplicate, noticed the eating habits of the people here and stopped the fight, flying over curiously.

After tasting the dream food, she instantly took a liking to these dream delicacies.

For them Flügel, eating can be said to be an unnecessary behavior.

Broly also counts as having developed Jibril's sense of taste — first the Mushroom Stew, and now the dream food.

"What you said before is true? As long as the world is at peace, we can eat lots of delicacies?"

Jibril suddenly asked Rick.

"Of course!"

Rick wasn't sure either, but he was willing to think that way, so he gave an affirmative reply.

"Then that plan of yours to make the world peaceful — are you still short on people?"

Jibril asked again, gnawing on a fried chicken leg until her mouth was full of grease.

"Short, so what?"

"Then I'll join."

"Huh?!"

Hearing this, Rick's eyes went wide as he looked her over, then reminded her: "We're going to challenge the War God, and the War God is your Flügel's god."

"So what? Lord Artosh has been bored to death these years because there haven't been any challengers.

Although you lot don't have much strength, you have the guts to challenge Him; Lord Artosh might even be quite happy about it.

As for me, I've used Heavenly Strike on Lord Artosh before; although I was flicked away and defeated by a single finger of His afterwards, Lord Artosh not only wasn't angry at the time, He was very happy, praised me for doing well, and said He looked forward to the day I could grow to the degree of defeating Him..."

Jibril spoke her treasonous words unconcerned; of course, in her understanding, even adding herself in, they probably still wouldn't be enough for Artosh to bother with.

And through Jibril's words and attitude, Rick also deepened his understanding of the War God.

"Your Flügel's god — could it be He's worried that after taking the Star Cup, there would be even fewer challengers, and He'd be bored in the endless time, so for that reason He doesn't take the Star Cup?"

"Now that you put it that way, it really does seem possible."

Jibril realized.

However, she couldn't care less why her War God doesn't want the Star Cup; the food right in front of her is more important.

At this, Rick felt both angry and amused, but suddenly seemed to understand the War God's feelings.

If this world is a chessboard game, then the War God who has been playing a guaranteed-win game would naturally feel bored.

And if the war just ends like this, this boredom would surely accompany Him for life, and that is an even longer stretch of time.

The War God is perhaps waiting for an opponent, waiting for an opponent who can make Him willingly prove He is the victor, and thus take the Star Cup on His own initiative.

Thinking this, Rick suddenly found it a bit funny; as the weakest humans, as someone who often loses board games to non-human existences, he actually suddenly empathized with the high-and-mighty, undefeated Strongest God.

But perhaps as a veteran player's intuition capable of fantasizing a certain existence playing games with oneself, Rick was suddenly very certain about this strange idea of his.

"You can join us, but I have to ask you one thing: if I have you return to the Flügel headquarters and, near the allied base of the other two races approaching your headquarters, fire the Flügel's signature attack 【Heavenly Strike】, would you agree?"

Rick asked this.

"You want me to provoke a great war on behalf of the Flügel?"

Jibril raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but you must guarantee no casualties occur in the process."

Rick nodded.

In the original plan, this task was to be left to the three frontline parties to improvise, full of uncertainty.

After Shuvi connected with the Ex-Machina and the Ex-Machina agreed to assist him in completing the plan, he prepared to have the Ex-Machina imitate a Heavenly Strike attack to trigger the great war.

And now, with Jibril this Flügel suddenly saying she wanted to join them, another change appeared.

Plans never keep up with changes; a true strategist must adapt to the situation, and Rick undoubtedly counts as a strategist.

Compared to the possibility of failure from the Ex-Machina imitating Heavenly Strike, if Jibril this genuine Flügel is willing to assist him in provoking the great war, that would be nothing better.

"Provoking a great war is simple; if not for the lack of Lord Artosh's orders before, when those lowly creatures the Elves and Dwarves dared approach Avant Heim, we would have attacked them long ago.

However, that requirement you mentioned — guaranteeing no casualties — what kind of strange request is that?"

"This is simply a game rule, one I set."

Rick's set rules number six:

First, cannot kill anyone.

Second, cannot let anyone die.

Third, cannot be seen through by anyone.

Fourth, any means do not count as cheating.

Fifth, no need to abide by other races' rules.

Sixth, violating any of the above rules counts as a loss.

Of course, these six rules do not include Rick himself and the other humans executing the Ghost Plan.

Using active contact with black ash to conceal identity is itself a situation that sends people to their deaths.

If not for meeting Broly, everyone infected with black ash would die, unless they obtain the Star Cup and have a way to remove the erosion sickness brought by the black ash.

"Game rules?"

Jibril didn't quite understand.

"Since you cannot prove your determination to become one of us to oppose the War God, I cannot explain the specific situation to you, this guy who might be an enemy, but in any case, not killing anyone is a rule we must abide by to obtain victory."

Rick explained like this.

"What kind of broken rules are these?"

Jibril started complaining.

"But anyway, I just need to fire Heavenly Strike near the Elf and Dwarf strongholds, creating a situation where we Flügel actively attack those two races, right?"

"Right."

"Okay, but there's still a problem now."

"What problem?"

"I'm his Collection right now, my actions need his Permission to proceed."

Jibril raised her hand and pointed at Broly; she still remembered that her past self in the Outside World was still in the Harmless juvenile form.

Wanting her to act as a mole and fire Heavenly Strike at the Elves and Dwarves, no matter how you looked at it she'd need to recover her power and return to Avant Heim first, right?

"I have no objections, you can do whatever you want..."

Broly had just finished speaking when he reacted, hurriedly adding, "Except you can't do things like killing others who are willing to be my Wife in four days, or things where in four days you don't want to be my Wife."

"Eh?!" Rick widened his eyes and looked at Broly, pointing at Jibril and asking, "She's also your Wife?"

"Any problem with that?"

Broly looked at him somewhat strangely.

"Are you Saiyans polygamous?"

Broly thought for a moment, realized he'd never asked his old man about this kind of thing, and answered honestly: "Don't know."

Hearing this, Rick was helpless, so he asked: "So, can you let her go freely to carry out the thing I want her to do — trigger the Frontline War?"

"As long as Jibril herself is willing to go do it, I won't object, but do you need me to do something?"

Broly asked.

"No need, I don't need you to do anything, you just need to be able to treat my sister well, take care of Corone Dola and the Human Settlement she leads, that's already enough."

Rick didn't care whether Saiyans were polygamous or not, grabbed Corone's hand beside him, and with a posture of entrusting an orphan, placed his sister's hand into the boy's hand.

"I will, as long as I'm still in This World."

At this, Broly solemnly agreed, and Rick showed a relieved expression.

Compared to Jibril who still couldn't be trusted, this Saiyan boy who saved Shuvi, saved him, and saved many other people — Rick believed he was worthy of trust.

Leaving the Dream, with seven hours until the War Triggered, Broly used Life Energy to restore Jibril's power; after Jibril left with the Timed Task, he was requested by Rick to send Cronier Dola back to the Human Settlement.

Broly complied; after Cronier returned to the Settlement, she kept the boy in the Settlement, using the reason of needing to Cultivate Feelings.

Broly didn't Refuse, was brought into her Room by Cronier, but afterwards nothing Inappropriate happened inside the Room.

After Cronier provided the boy with her Knee Pillow, she spoke to Broly about her matters, Rick's matters, and the Human Settlement's matters.

For example, how the Settlement grew from a Small Settlement into a Large Settlement of Two Thousand people.

And what she paid in the process, what Rick paid, what others paid.

To give a Simple Summary, it was just Selling Misery in front of Broly; of course, the Humans in This World are truly Miserable.

"Using the other party's liking you as a Chip, work hard to make the other party also like other Humans."

This was the task Rick pulled her aside before leaving and entrusted to her.

"I'm using Shuvi, and now I need you, Dora-sister, to use Broly.

I know this is a very despicable thing, but as the Weak we have No Choice."

Game Rule Four set by Rick: Any Means, as long as Not Exposed, don't count as Cheating.

After Cronier finished Selling Misery, she prepared to curry favor with the boy, wanting to make him love the house and its crow.

But...

"Huu Zzzz..."

Listening to the Humans' bitter survival story in This World, Broly unknowingly fell asleep on Cronier's legs.

Listening to stories is originally very sleep-inducing, plus Broly hadn't slept in a long time; once his Spirit relaxed he fell asleep.

Cronier was somewhat helpless; the other children in the Settlement were about the same, she didn't disturb the boy's sleep, pulled a Blanket over Broly's body, and lightly patted his Chest, letting the boy sleep more Stably.

Meanwhile, Jibril bypassed the two great alliances' Frontline battlefields, returned to Avant Heim, and upon seeing Artosh, directly sold Rick out, informing the War God about the matter of triggering the War.

After finishing that, Jibril started talking about the Delicious food she ate in the Dream.

"That food was really delicious, Lord Artosh, have you eaten it?"

She asked.

"I am a Divine Spirit born in the Great War, I haven't seen the World before the War either."

Artosh shook his head.

He was not the initiator of the Long War, but a Divine Spirit nurtured by the Long War.

"That really is a Pity."

Jibril chattered on, seemingly truly feeling Pity that her own God hadn't tasted pre-War Delicacies.

"Right, that guy named Rick, when I returned, had me ask you one thing in his place: are you willing to accept the challenge issued by him, the Weakest?"

"The Weakest's challenge, huh, but it looks like that Weakest is truly arrogant enough to not hide his Existence even in front of me."

"Come on, I don't believe Lord Artosh you didn't discover that the Dwarves and Elves coming to This Side was the result of someone Pushing from behind."

At this, Jibril pursed her lips; her family's God not only has the Concept of 【Strongest】, but also the Concept of 【War God】.

And the Concept of 【War God】 precedes the Concept of 【Strongest】; this represents the meaning that Artosh is originally a World's Strongest-level strategist.

On the eve of the Great War, the various races' unnatural movements, preparing to teach a lesson to Azriel who had dispatched Corps approaching Avant Heim, were interfered with and stopped by Lord Artosh, preventing his behavior of wanting to lead the Flügel Corps to sweep away the two great alliances.

One thinks that at that time her family's God had already seen through everything, clearly aware of the Scheme existing behind the scenes, but merely out of Boredom allowed the weak Humans behind it to fully display their schemes.

"I only know someone is pushing the situation, but I never expected the pusher to be a creature of natural evolution, not even a Divine Spirit's retinue."

Artosh did not deny it.

"Then, Lord Artosh, are you pleased about it now?"

Jibril asked curiously.

"The Challenger's Real Identity surprises me, but speaking of being pleased, it is still too early; it depends on whether they can give me a satisfactory answer next."

"Another End Dragon prophecy? That one is nothing more than Lord Artosh's defeated subordinate; is there any need to care so much?"

"The strong are defined by the weak, but what defines me, the strongest? I only want to know this answer."

At the peak there is no cold; Artosh has been above the peak since birth. He thought battling the previous strongest End Dragon would give him an answer, but the result disappointed him, and after defeating the End Dragon, his heart remained empty.

"Since that is the case, Lord Artosh, you should not mind if I help you obtain this answer?"

Jibril asked.

"What do you want to do?"

Artosh looked curiously at Jibril.

"I will launch a Heavenly Strike against the strongholds of the other two alliances afterward, according to the other party's words."

Jibril told the truth.

Artosh: "……"

Knowing it is someone else's scheme, yet still kicking his Creator into it with one kick—should one say Jibril truly lives up to being the Imperfect Final Unit he created?

When other Flügel were all respectful toward this Creator of theirs, young Jibril could jump onto him and pull his feathers to play.

"Do you need me to have Azriel and the others cooperate with you?"

However, Artosh was not a normal god.

(Chapter End)