Chapter 263

"Earth-kun wiped his cold sweat and prepared to go change his pants."

"Hahaha, oh my god, after that person reached the other shore, how strong and invincible is he? That god descending... sigh, I'm an idiot, I actually doubted him."

"I don't know. The Holy King's experience of infinite reincarnation has always been a mystery. I don't know how many worlds he has been to, how much foundation he has. Once he reaches the other shore, who knows what level he will reach."

"Doesn't matter, he's invincible anyway. I'm just thinking about how many people died in this disaster, how many people lost their parents, wives, and children..."

Hearing this.

The forum fell silent.

That's right.

Such magnificent gods, such exaggerated scenes, represent not only the breadth of the path of the extraordinary.

But also the helplessness and suffering of mortals.

In fact.

They also knew that if it weren't for the protection from the dark, not to mention the atmosphere being torn open and the super tsunami submerging the continents.

Just looking directly at those seven magnificent existences would have been enough to kill them a thousand times over.

"Do not look directly at gods" was never a joke.

Yes.

They weren't idiots; how could they not see that someone had been protecting them during various disasters.

But it's just that........

Even a little bit, even a tiny bit.

They really didn't want to experience this helplessness again.

They wanted to control their own destiny, protect their families, and shoulder their own responsibilities.

Extraordinary!!!

Flames were burning in many people's eyes, and many went back to continue refining magic power.

And those who had originally lost themselves in class leaps, flattery, and debauchery because of successfully awakening magic power were also slapped awake.

Training desperately with red eyes.

The flames were spreading, spreading to the world.

The scene of a living hell in Neon and surrounding countries gradually spread.

The world fell silent.

Crying, pity, sympathy, or relief?

But regardless, Britain, France, Spain... as well as the Federation, Russia, etc., all issued eulogies as nations.

At least at this moment, humanity was together.

It's just that, does this really have meaning for the dead?

It was as if Gaia was moved by the tragedy.

Torrential rain poured down, accompanied by the roar of artillery, washing away the mess and cruelty after the monsters rampaged.

Shibuya.

"You bastard, aren't you a genius? Aren't you the one who protects the Mutual Aid Society?"

Kazuma gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the bastard lying on the ground awake, but...

The friend who was always calm and seemed to have everything under control had fallen into eternal slumber.

"He did it to save me. At that time, only my psychokinesis ability had a chance to stop Tamamo-no-Mae."

A tall figure walked out, looking at the figure on the ground with complex emotions.

Kazuma had seen her.

The powerful woman named Alice, the head of the Federal superhuman team.

On a normal day, he would definitely use jokes to cover up the tension in his heart, but at this moment he didn't look back at all.

Staring blankly at Ayanokoji Kiyotaka on the ground.

"You're clearly not this kind of person..."

"Aren't you the most cold-blooded, most ruthless, treating everyone as tools?"

Kazuma looked up, looking at the sky roaring with thunder.

That's right.

He knew.

He had always known.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is a bastard.

Examining others on his own, using others as tools on his own, and going to behead Tamamo-no-Mae with superhumans from various countries on his own.

But why... would he sacrifice himself to protect others?

You're clearly not this kind of person, you bastard.

He had always been a sensitive person, and what was hidden beneath his cynical exterior was inferiority and loneliness.

So how could he not cherish his friends?

Whether it's Hachiman or Kiyotaka...

Kazuma knelt down and reached out to close his hollow eyes.

"Old Wu...."

"God of God-Monitoring, Ulthar, help me..."

The voice echoed in the ruins, but the Ancient God named Ulthar seemed dead, with no response.

Shinjuku.

Amidst the devastation, the remnants of the Evil God cultists and Evil God kin were still rampaging.

But with the overall situation settled, they couldn't stir up any waves.

But........

Millions of people died here.

Hikigaya leaned against a piece of ruined wall and breathed slightly; his blind left eye could no longer see anything.

Behind him.

Dense refugee camps, one by one, happy and crying people were gazing at him.

Worship.

Longing.

Gratitude.

And... hatred.

"My King, I have failed your expectations after all."

He smiled bitterly.

With the protection bestowed by the Holy King, he should have been able to save more people.

But he was not a saint after all, he still had selfishness, and wasted too much effort looking for Komachi.......

And those people hated him precisely because of this.

After all, his brilliance and glory were bestowed by the Holy King, and it was highly likely that they were bestowed because of his spirit of sacrifice.

And he was unwilling to sacrifice his sister.

"Nii-chan..."

The once lively little sprite Komachi Hikigaya looked up at him silently at this moment, her eyes hollow.

"Why doesn't your King resurrect Mom and Dad?"

Hikigaya didn't speak.

He understood.

Standing at the King's height, it is more important to look at the direction of humanity, unless it is a disaster that absolutely cannot be resisted like the Evil God.

Otherwise, if he looked after disasters like Evil God sacrifices or wars, one by one.

Humanity would only move toward depravity and become giant babies who lost themselves.

And the Holy King who frequently interfered in the mortal world would become a god, the god he hated most.

That's right.

He understood.

He, who was always silent, lonely, and liked to think, understood.

But...

Looking at the people grieving for the loss of their loved ones, listening to the heart-wrenching wails, looking at Komachi's hollow eyes.

Even he wanted to pray, pray for the Holy King's mercy, pray for God....

No.

Anyone could.

But he couldn't!!!

His gaze became firm again, that was a more unshakable persistence.

The King who saved his life and gave him the meaning of existence.

Following the King's will is what a knight should do.

Chiba.

Yukino stumbled over, came to Yui Yuigahama's Reverse Reverse Side, and knelt on the ground powerlessly.

Beside her.

The big dumpling, who had lost half of her body, stared at the sky with lifeless eyes.

Raindrops hit those pupils, but the eyes could no longer dodge.

Chiyoda Ward.

"Mom, Mom, I won't make you angry anymore, please wake up."

The girl with blonde twin-tails let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Kogoro Mouri knelt in front of the ruins, drenching in the heavy rain blankly.

Chiba.

"You said you didn't awaken magic power, why are you trying to be a hero to save people? Save yourself, you idiot."

Haruno Yukinoshita, who always called herself little Haruno, stuffed a cigarette into Shizuka Hiratsuka's mouth and muttered to herself.

Pop.

In the slight sound, the cigarette fell to the ground.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, who had lost her life, could no longer shout about cigarettes or resist her teasing.

Her hands shook a little as she tried several times to put the cigarette to her mouth, finally sticking it to her lips.

Finally.

Haruno leaned against Shizuka Hiratsuka's Reverse Reverse Side and looked at the sky in a daze.

"No one will eat ramen with me anymore, Shizuka..."

Suddenly.

Over the city.

"Sure enough, I still can't just watch."

A lazy voice came.

People looked up blankly.

Who?

The voice sounded a bit familiar.

Doesn't matter.

Being in pain, they were already unable to think.

Until...

In a trance, people seemed to see a lazy youth in a familiar gold-threaded silver-lined robe.

His face was handsome and familiar.

Very casually, he sprinkled a drop of green brilliance.

It fell from the high heavens, grew in the wind, and turned into a green torrent of shock that pierced the sky, extending all the way to the end of the sky.

From far away, even the west coast of the Federation could see the green brilliance on the horizon.

They could even feel the full, vibrant vitality of life within it.

What?

Many people were confused.

Suddenly.

Quite a few people seemed to understand something, their eyes almost bulging out.

"It's..."

The next moment.

Boom.

Reaching the end of suffering and death, the river of vitality that pierced the high heavens shattered, turning into starlight, coming toward the suffering people like a beautiful meteor shower.

People were stunned.

Watching the fluorescent lights, like little animals, scurrying around, as if dancing, dragging long tails to find the sleeping sacrifices.

Watching the lively little sprites enter, and then........

"I'm still alive?"

Pushing away a broken wall weighing hundreds of pounds, Ran Mouri stood up holding Conan: "Dad, why are you crying? Hey hey hey, don't hug me, you're crushing Conan... Alright, alright, Conan is rolling his eyes."

"Didn't I die?"

Shizuka Hiratsuka opened her eyes blankly, finding a cigarette by her mouth, lit it, took a puff, and squinted in enjoyment.

As expected of heaven, there are actually cigarettes.

And then...

"Hey, Haruno? You died too??? Then aren't you a virgin until death like me? Hahahaha"

Haruno, who was originally excited, slowly squinted her eyes and said slowly: "Yeah, I rushed to save you and ended up being killed..."

Shizuka's wild laughter froze, and guilt tore at her heart.

People with confused eyes stood up from the ruins one by one, and their painful friends and relatives rushed up, hugging them tightly, crying bitterly.

The world was silent.

Holy shit.

This isn't just the few people from last time, this is hundreds of millions.

Resurrection on a near-billion scale?

It's too absurd, many people looked at the shining figure in the sky in disbelief.

Could it be that the Holy King made a move?

"Sure enough, resurrected?"

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka climbed up and smiled.

Sure enough.

In disaster after disaster, noticing that someone was guarding, he estimated the loss of tens of millions of people in the human camp this time.

Someone should make a move.

Whether it's Merlin or the Holy King, just didn't expect it to be that person...

The Federation.

Supreme conference room.

Solomon III opened his mouth wide, wanted to say something several times, but finally closed it.