Chapter 297

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

"Hahaha, oh my god, how strong and invincible is that person after reaching the other shore? That god appearing in the world... sigh, I'm an idiot, I actually doubted that person."

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

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

Hearing this.

The forum fell silent at once.

Yeah.

Such a magnificent god, such an exaggerated scene, represents not only the breadth of the path of the superhuman.

But also the powerlessness and suffering of mortals.

In fact.

They also knew that if it weren't for the protection in the dark, not to mention the atmosphere that was lifted and the super tsunami that submerged the continents.

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

Not looking directly at gods has never been a joke.

Yes.

They aren't idiots, how could they not see that someone had been protecting them during the various disasters.

But it's just...

Even a little bit, even a tiny bit.

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

They wanted to control their own destiny, protect their families, and take responsibility for themselves.

Superhuman!!!

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 transition, flattery, and the glitz and glamour because they successfully awakened magic power also seemed to be slapped awake.

Training desperately with red eyes.

The flames were spreading, spreading to the world.

……

The hellish scenes in Japan and surrounding countries gradually spread.

The world fell silent.

Crying, pity, sympathy for the dead, or relief?

But no matter what, Britain, France, Spain... as well as the Federation, Russia, etc., all issued eulogies as countries.

At least at this moment, humanity was together.

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

It seemed as if Gaia was moved by the tragedy.

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

Shibuya.

"You bastard, aren't you a genius? Aren't you the one competing for first or second place in the Mutual Aid Association?

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 the possibility of stopping Tamamo-no-Mae."

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

Kazuma had seen her.

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

On a normal day, he would definitely use humor 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.

Yeah.

He knew.

He had always known.

Ayanokoji Kiyotaka is a bastard.

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

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

You are simply not this kind of person, you bastard.

He had always been a sensitive person, hiding inferiority and loneliness under his cynical exterior.

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 to be dead, without any response.

…….

Shinjuku.

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

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

But...

Millions of people died here.

Hachiman leaned against a piece of ruins and breathed lightly, his blind left eye could no longer see anything.

Behind him.

Densely packed refugee camps, people who were happy and crying 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 upon him 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 likely bestowed because of his spirit of sacrifice.

And he was unwilling to sacrifice his sister.

"Nii-chan..."

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

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

Hachiman 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 Evil Gods absolutely cannot resist.

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.

Yeah.