The world looked at the God of War before it.
Looked at the children around them who had betrayed them.
Looked at the remains floating nearby.
Looked at the passionate and crazed madman before them, and the parts of their own children within him.
Anger, sorrow, confusion.
A myriad of emotions filled the world's heart.
"You, you actually ate your brothers and sisters? How dare you do such a thing?"
The God of War, who had seized divinity and killed those who were once his brothers and sisters, turned against him only after the destruction of the world.
Hearing this,
The God of War's eyes widened, and then he defended himself, "No, they are not my brothers and sisters at all. They are merely thieves who stole the power of us noble ones."
But his defense was weak.
For the divinity within him was not limited to those of mortals who had ascended to godhood, but also included many natural gods.
The world looked at her child.
The first child to betray her.
She shook her head.
The God of War's actions were completely unacceptable to her.
"You, you disappoint me so much. I made this mistake. Now let me personally undo this mistake."
The world spoke, extending its hand.
This time, the surrounding traitorous gods silently retreated, not daring to intervene.
They had forged a strong psychological foundation to betray the world. The true betrayal of the world, the destruction of the world, was based on the fact that their mother had truly not intervened.
And this time, the revived mother had clearly had enough and made up her mind.
The God of War felt the vast amount of divinity within him swaying, ready to leave his body.
"No, you can't take them away again. So-called mistakes, have I always been a mistake?
You stripped me of so much power, giving me only a sliver of authority before throwing me from the sky.
You forced me to live with those ants, where I suffered humiliation. I refuse to accept it, I'm furious. I used to be so noble!
You made me taste the bitterness of humiliation, the viciousness of conspiracy, the ugliness of the soul.
And you, simply watched me from the sky. You watched me, but did nothing."
At this point, the God of War's face paled, his eyes gradually fading as he muttered.
"Just as I once watched those ants. In your eyes, we are nothing more than ants..."
The world silently closed its eyes, then forced them open again, staring at the scene.
"If that's the case, then resent me. I will accept all your resentment."
As he spoke,
The world slowly tightened its grip.
One after another, divine essences flew out.
These divine essences, originally belonging to the world, flew out intact, red, orange, and golden.
Flashing with light.
The God of War was so resolute. None of the divine essences within him were condensed by himself; all were plundered and bestowed upon him by the world at birth.
Until the last golden essence appeared, then silently returned to the God of War's body.
Seeing the last divine essence depart and return.
When he felt this final divine essence return to his body,
The God of War suddenly smiled.
"Hahaha, it's like this again, this pathetic remnant. Your pity makes me sick. I'm no longer that baby, nor your child.
I am your enemy!"
He roared the last word, a furious roar.
The surge of emotion practically spread to the surroundings.
It made the stars spin backward.
His spiritual power was so immense, something he had never displayed before.
If he so desired.
He wouldn't need even a little bit of plunder to become a supreme being.
He raised his right hand and thrust it fiercely into his chest, into his soul. He forcibly ripped out the last remaining bit of divinity within.
The divinity remained within his heart.
The crystal heart, bathed in golden liquid, shimmered like a work of art.
"Oh, my heart is also flawless."
Then he threw it forcefully toward his mother.
He transformed himself into the stars that filled the sky of this cosmic realm.
This time, a Supreme being died.
It was swift and puzzling.
It was only until his death that voyeurs appeared one after another in the surrounding void.
The sharks, scenting blood, arrived.
In the distance, above the membrane of the world.
The Four New Gods, Alka, and the others all gathered there, watching the scene above.
Observing the current situation.
The Flower Fairy and Life were about to fly upwards.
But they were held back by the Mother Mother.
The World caught the heart thrown toward it.
A variety of emotions filled its eyes.
More and more voyeurs gathered around.
The world looked up, gazing at the repulsive beings watching from all around.
"Get out!"
With a roar of rage, he struck the starry sky with a fist.
The surrounding starry sky vibrated violently, sending countless stars spiraling backward.
The powerful shockwaves drove all the peepers back.
The world silently gathered its heart and then looked at the children around it.
The god who had been rescued earlier looked at the world.
Ripples rippled across its body, and particles of divinity flew out.
"To undo this mistake, come."
"Mother, please let me go. I will return all the divinity I've taken from this place to you."
"..."
Each god displayed a different state of mind.
But without exception, they all released the divinity they had taken from the world, one by one, and appeared before the world.
The world watched as these divinities slowly withdrew, their figures vanishing from the spot.
She seemed to have completely lost interest.
She watched the world recede.
Some gods had complex expressions, while others were ecstatic, seemingly preparing to depart.
Just as they were about to turn and leave, Alka appeared behind them.
"You? What are you going to do? Mother has already let us go, and I've already returned what I took."
"Mortal, don't assume that just because you possess power and ascend to godhood you can stop us."
Alka looked at them.
"Unlike the world, I have no feelings for you. As that sinister God of War said, you are nothing but enemies.
Even the heroic God of War's performance just now disappointed me. He turned out to be nothing more than a giant infant.
And what about those things you owe me? Do you think you can just leave now? The sins you've committed against this world, the guardians who died because of you, the warriors who fought against the demons.
And those warriors whose souls have been swallowed into the abyss, unable to return. They won't agree.
Pay the price for those so-called ants who lost their lives because of you."
Arka finished his words.
Behind him, Sofia, Lucilia, Meniex, the Flower Fairy... various gods appeared one after another.
"I will never forget everything you did to me," the Flower Fairy said. The combined form of Jason and Urulius also hovered behind them. "From the inherited memories, you must also atone for the sins you committed against our clan."
Aside from the Flower Fairy, the others were all New Gods. They harbored no affection for these so-called traitorous gods, wishing them all dead.
The figure of the Sea God also appeared before them.
The Mother, the Life, the Wise.
They gathered the traitorous gods together.
"You can't do this! Mother has already forgiven me," a goddess screamed.
"Since you believe blood debts must be repaid with blood, then come."
A bloody battle was about to break out.
In the distance.
A blue moonlight appeared.
Above the moon, the Moon God, who had long since fled, gazed into her eyes, which she had left behind around the boundless sea.
"Fortunately, I ran fast."
She couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. When Alka died, she noticed something was amiss with her.
Facing her mother's death, she was both heartbroken and terrified. The feeling of having her power withdrawn was forever etched in her mind.
She knew full well how powerful her mother was, but while she still had the power to revive, she kept a constant eye on the shattered world.
She was also the only god whose divinity Alka had stolen. After Alka's death, that strange feeling intensified.
However, at the time, out of self-preservation, she clearly had no desire to expose the truth.
She knew exactly what kind of people she was collaborating with. When her most important moonlight divinity was stolen, the gods looked at her as if they wanted to devour her.
Even if she spoke of the problems she saw, it wouldn't necessarily save her life.
Instead, she secretly gave all the divinity she had once taken from the world to Sofia.
This would quickly restore order to the world and allow Sofia's power to rise steadily.
After making some promises and spreading some inside information, she also deceived the God of War and then disappeared.
Once again, this cowardly goddess survived her near-death experience.
Although it came at a heavy price.
She was still a deity equivalent to a new god, and at least she survived.
…
As the betrayed gods paid the price,
The world began to return to normalcy.
The chaotic vast sea began to heal, and large tracts of land rose from the water.
Islands connected, and continents formed.
The vast sea was restrained, and a crystal wall began to appear on the world's outer layer, forming a protective shield. The eyes that once peeped into the world began to disappear.
The tiny cracks that remained on the world were repaired.
The newly promoted gods also began to work on maintaining world order.
The strange world began to become orderly.
The four seas of the gods began to connect.
"Are you really leaving Mother?" the world asked tearfully, hugging the Mother in an unruly manner.
The Mother's expression was calm, but one could see helplessness in her eyes.
"I've grown up, I'm a supreme being, and I have children of my own to protect.
I'm going to create my own world. I should have done so long ago."
As the Supreme Mother, if it weren't for the need to protect this broken world, to revive her mother, and to free her from the sea of suffering, she would have created her own world long ago.
"Do you need Mother's help?" the world asked, hugging the Mother.
The Virgin Mary looked at her and said solemnly, "You've already helped me a lot. For example, you've taught me many lessons, preventing me from repeating the same mistakes."
"..."
"Hahahaha!" This finally broke the usually irritable and serious Sea God's temper.
He burst into laughter, completely unconcerned about his mother's face.
Because he himself had long been dissatisfied with this, he mocked her mercilessly.
Looking at the tearful face of the World, the Virgin Mary smiled tenderly and embraced her.
"Thank you, Mother."
With this, she looked at the World and disappeared with a smile.
She would take with her those who believed in her most and were willing to leave with her, as well as those who had left the Gods.
Watching the departing Virgin Mary, the World turned to look at the other gods.
Of course, her gaze was primarily fixed on the three remaining gods.
For it was clear that the significance of everyone coming together was self-evident. "Are you leaving Mother too?"
The Sea God looked at her. "It's time for me to go, too. You can't let your own children protect your world. That's too shameful. You really don't act like a mother at all."
"But... thank you, Mother."
With that, he also disappeared from the spot.
Life came over and hugged the World.
The Wise Man simply bowed slightly to the World: "I'm sorry about all this."
"No, these are just the legacy of my willfulness."
This is the Temple of the Gods.
The place where the World once cast down the gods.
Arka and the others watched this scene from afar.
Watching the four gods depart one after another.
The Mother Mother and the Sea God, having achieved the highest status, were about to create their own worlds, taking with them those most loyal to them.
Of course, Pororo was obviously not among them.
Of course, Sofia wasn't there either.
Life and the wise will depart, seeking the highest path.
As for the Flower Fairy...
She would have to stay here, of course. Honestly, she was pathetically weak right now.
The World turned to look at these newly born gods.
Suddenly, a brilliant smile appeared.
"This world is in your hands."
Before everyone's slightly surprised faces could ask, the World smiled brilliantly, its figure transforming into a point of light.
Everything happened so suddenly.
Alka and the others remained completely unresponsive.
The World's voice lingered in the air.
"I created the gods, created my children. They have made me proud, disappointed, and pained me.
But I have no regrets. I am happy to have these children.
I am also happy to have you.
You have never grown up under my protection; you have always been free-flying eagles. You even protected and saved me.
You are the new possibilities of the future. Perhaps you will do better than I, and perhaps I am simply too cowardly.
Of course, I am not leaving, nor am I dying. I simply want to look at this world carefully and seriously again."
The gods could also sense that the world was not dead, but still alive.
It was just that her consciousness was scattered.
She would be among all things, she would live in this world again.
...
The sun gradually set behind the mountain.
The last rays of dusk shone on the sea, reflecting off the waves like shimmering gold.
A two-masted sailboat anchored at the island's harbor.
A strange man arrived on this small island.
Walking through the harbor town.
Walking along the path through the wheat fields.
Golden wheat fields stretched out.
Golden ears of wheat swayed in the evening sunlight, making the entire island appear golden.
What a beautiful island!
An old man, seemingly refreshed, still walked along a path through the wheat fields, leaning on a cane, until he reached the center of the island.
In the center of the island stood a small church of Our Lady.
Surrounding it were stone tablets one after another.
Within each stone tablet, a small hole was left, containing individual stones.
He came to a stone tablet.
Inscribed on the tablet was the owner's name, Jenna.
The old man clapped his hands, speaking to himself as if in a normal conversation.
A stranger, unknowingly, approached the old man.
"Sigurd."
The old man heard someone calling him and turned his head slightly.
He saw Alka's face.
Though he had become more mature than before, he couldn't have mistaken it.
"Ah... Alka?"
"Brother, I'm back."
Alka smiled, squatted down, and hugged him.
At dawn the next day.
Alka stood by the bed.
Lying on the bed...
It was Sigurd.
A figure in a gray robe walked past him, carrying an old soul.
Alka stood silently beside him.
Suddenly, he said, "Let him and his wife enter the cycle of reincarnation together. May they remain together in their afterlife."
The gray-robed figure nodded, and with Sigurd's soul, they sat in silence. The canoe disappeared into the mist.
Sigurd was dead.
With his company, he was no longer alone in the end.
Jenna left first, and Aunt Marcy had already left.
And just as he had said, his son had already entered the Infinite Sea.
According to the name he mentioned, Arka remembered this man.
His son was still on the World Scar.
He remembered that his nephew must have participated in the final war.
Buried the body.
He had wanted to search for the souls of his parents and the deceased whose body he had occupied.
However, these three souls had already been taken away by the Reverend Mother. They were the most devout believers and had left the world with her.
As expected, Sigurd's and Jenna's souls would also be taken away by the Reverend Mother in the underworld.
Perhaps this was a good thing.
Arka left.
He went to see his father-in-law, and of course, Sofia.
He glanced at his former friends.
Some were dead, some had grown old.
Jason and Urulius were married.
They, along with the remaining dragons, founded a new Dragon Island.
Jason, a human, became Dragon King.
Juanlu became the God of Gourmet Food, his divine aura visible above or around every kitchen.
People constantly prayed to him for delicious food.
Simon, after becoming a god, became a complete tech geek, spending his days huddled in his lab and his divine kingdom, tinkering away on who knows what.
Pororo and Matresa became a married couple of gods.
One the god of disaster, the other the god of healing.
Those who didn't know would have thought they were rivals.
Julia, perhaps you've become a god, or perhaps the world has been restored, and you've completely entered a life of despair.
Every day, he was either singing and dancing, teaching others to sing and dance, or lazily sleeping.
Unless Alka and the others visited, he didn't even bother to move.
As for Lucilia, she was naturally still busy. She was currently preparing to train a suitable candidate to see if she could help relieve the pressure of reincarnation.
Sofia had truly become the god of the moon.
However, he was a moon god representing military power.
I wonder if other worlds have such a thing, a moon god with authority or power.
And the sun, eternally hanging in the sky, had long since begun to rotate with the passage of time.
Dusk had long since returned to the world.
Alka was above this sun.
Because his new goal was to transform this actual sun into himself, he would become the sun god.
What?
You mean the god of thieves?
No, thieves are only suited to hiding in the sun's shadow.
After all, who would have thought the sun god was capable of petty theft?
In the temple of the sun.
Where was Alka sitting?
In his arms sat a little girl who looked quite like him.
"Dad, where's Mom?"
"Mom's gone home. I don't understand, but you've gained an elder," Alka said.
One could only say this about his father-in-law.
Old but still strong.
He could still imagine the emotion Sofia felt when he first returned home and saw he had five more brothers and sisters.
Now there were six.
"I want to go to Mom Lucilia's place. My brother's there, right?"
"Okay, Daddy's going to take you."
With his daughter in his arms, Alka walked into the mirror, heading through the dream world towards the River Styx.