[Tohsaka Rin: "How can you call it stealing money? I'm just trusting Ryuga-sama a bit more."]
[Tohsaka Rin: "Besides, even if Ryuga-sama has a 99.99% chance of winning, isn't there still a 0.01% chance of a draw?"]
[Kanae: "I think there isn't."]
If she hadn't joined the chat group, in her eyes, Kibutsuji Muzan's power would have been insurmountable enough, let alone legendary gods.
As for Ryuga, who could easily slay even gods, his strength was beyond her comprehension.
[Tohsaka Rin: "Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle! If by any chance I win, wouldn't that be amazing?"]
[Tohsaka Rin: "Though I also think there's no existence that could beat Ryuga-sama."]
In Fuyuki City, at the Tohsaka residence, the twin-tailed little girl stuck out her tongue and spoke honestly.
With Ryuga's strength at slaying gods like chickens, with her current perspective, she truly couldn't imagine any existence that could match Ryuga.
[Madoka: "Are you all overlooking something?"]
[Madoka: "Welcome newcomer! @Jibril"]
[Erica: "!"]
[Tohsaka Rin: "!"]
[Kanae: "!"]
[Erica: "If Madoka hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. Didn't expect a newcomer to join so quickly."]
[Erica: "Welcome newcomer!"]
[Tohsaka Rin: "Welcome newcomer! Jibril sounds like a Western female name!"]
[Kanae: "Welcome newcomer! This is a dimensional chat group, not some ghost or evil magic. Feel free to ask us anything you want to know!"]
The group members were all very enthusiastic toward newcomers.
All along, people who could join the chat group had good personalities, so they had no extra wariness.
Seeing the newcomer remain silent for a long time, they instinctively assumed this was probably an ordinary person who couldn't react to seeing supernatural scenes for the first time.
Normally, they would directly check the newcomer's profile for answers.
But right now, Ryuga was conducting a god-slaying livestream.
Considering Ryuga's usually abnormally fast god-slaying speed, to avoid missing key scenes, they didn't immediately check the newcomer's profile and planned to do so later.
Because of this, they had no idea what was happening on the newcomer's side.
No Game No Life world, Sky City, also known as the interior of the fantasy species Avant Heim, in a certain independent room.
"Buzz buzz buzz~"
Massive amounts of elves were condensed into a long spear, producing unsettling humming sounds, proving these energies had been constrained to their limits.
The owner of the light spear was a girl with a geometric pattern-like halo above her head and a pair of white wings extending from her lower back, looking like an angel yet quite different from typical mythological angels.
If any Campione were here seeing this scene, they would surely be shocked.
Not shocked by the girl's strange appearance, but by the scale of energy she was deploying.
This was energy surpassing ordinary dragon veins, exceeding the cursed power within ordinary Campione bodies.
Even Heretic Gods couldn't mobilize so much divine power at once for manipulation. The girl before them was using energy as if it cost nothing, not only showing no restraint but investing even more energy, solely to condense a pure energy-constructed spear.
Looking at her relaxed demeanor, the energy she was currently using was surely far less than one-tenth of her total energy.
Judging by energy scale alone, the girl before them was completely a monster far surpassing Campione and Heretic Gods!
"Dimensional chat group?"
The Flügel Jibril's eyes sparkled with interested light as she pointed the tip of her light spear toward her room's door, aiming at the semi-transparent chat interface before her.
Just then.
"Ji chan, what are you doing in your room, meow?"
A Flügel girl with similar appearance and identical body structure, wearing a suspicious smile, directly pushed open the door.
"I should say beforehand, I'm only entering without permission out of my duty as a big sister to look after Ji chan. After sensing abnormal energy fluctuations, I'm here to prevent Ji chan from having an accident. I'm absolutely not expecting any lucky pervert situations like catching Ji chan changing clothes, gehe-hehe~"
Azrael, wearing a slightly perverted smile, walked right in.
Then she saw the light spear that had finished gathering power, and the intensely shining light at its tip.
"Eh?"
She paused slightly and immediately tried to explain.
"Wait! Ji chan, it's me!"
"BOOM——!"
Before her explanatory words could finish, the light spear's accumulated power completely erupted.
Energy sufficient to shatter mountains and seas, turning peaks into abysses, roared out in an instant.
From outside Sky City, one could see an aurora-like spear phantom instantly pierce through the internal dormitory structure, directly break through the outer barrier, and shoot straight toward the high sky, leaving a light trail dozens of kilometers long in the sky.
Within Sky City, the huge commotion also drew Flügel to come watch.
They weren't worried about enemy attack, because no existence dared assault their base. They were just curious about what had happened this time.
After the smoke cleared, the spectating Flügel girls immediately saw Azrael lying in the center of the ruins.
Hit by massive energy capable of instantly killing a Campione-level opponent, the Flügel before them was completely unharmed except for looking somewhat disheveled.
The Flügel girls weren't surprised by this result.
Azrael was the strongest individual among the Flügel and their leader - how could she be injured by this level of attack?
However, having confidence in her didn't mean they wouldn't mock her.
"Why did Azrael-nee-san get beaten up again? Who did it?"
"Do you even need to ask? Besides Jibril, who else would have the guts?"
"That's true!"
"Probably tried to harass Jibril and got counterattacked again. Honestly, not worth sympathizing with."
"Agreed!"
The Flügel girls quickly deduced what happened and began gossiping chirpily.
Being directly beaten up by Jibril already pained Azrael's heart, and hearing the Flügel girls' unsympathetic comments made her tear up even more.
"So mean! I'm the one who got beaten, so why is everyone so biased toward Ji chan! Even if Ji chan is cute, you can't ignore me like this! I'm the leader!"
Faced with her undignified wailing, the Flügel girls exchanged glances and shook their heads.
"Jibril has weird interests but wouldn't randomly attack people, right?"
"Yeah! Except for Azrael-nee-san, Jibril is quite respectful to us!"
"So Azrael, I think you should examine yourself more!"
A series of statements nearly broke Azrael.
"Damn it, hearing you say this makes me doubt myself! Clearly Ji chan violated the rules by recklessly using power in her room!"
Seeing her pitiful state, some Flügel felt sympathetic.
"There are indeed rules against using power in rooms. This attack did seem to come from Jibril's room."
"Could it be we misunderstood Azrael-nee-san, and this time Jibril was being mischievous?"
Thinking of this final unit number individual's usually unpredictable behavior, everyone thought it wasn't impossible.
Seeing the public opinion turn in her favor, Azrael dusted herself off and stood up triumphantly.
"That's right, it's all Ji chan's fault! I just entered her room without permission wanting to see Ji chan without clothes, yet she dared attack me, her sister. Too much!"
"This time I must punish her severely - I'll make Ji chan share a room with me from now on, gehe-hehe~"
Speaking to the end, her eyes gleaming, she nearly drooled.
The candid Azrael obviously didn't notice the shock and disgust on the other Flügel girls' faces when they heard her words clearly.
"Actually entering someone's room without permission... Azrael-nee-san is terrible!"
"No wonder Jibril fought back - well done!"
"So we actually believed Azrael-nee-san's words? We must have lost our minds!"
"Completely deserved it!"
The public opinion she had turned around quickly reversed again due to her self-exposure.
"Eh eh?"
Seeing the Flügel girls' cold stares, looking at her like an insect to be stepped on, Azrael was dumbfounded.
"Wait, wait! Don't look at me like trash! Though I did want to peek at Ji chan, that was mainly because Ji chan's room had concerning fluctuations... Ji chan, say something!"
Getting more entangled in her explanations, she could only seek Jibril's help.
Only then did everyone notice that Jibril, the culprit, had never come out.
Just as they were about to check inside, Jibril pushed open the ruined door, her face wearing an abnormally excited smile.
"Hehe, completely unaffected by elf interference - interesting, very interesting... Even vampire illusions couldn't do this, right?"
She stared intently at the screen before her, her eyes full of investigative desire.
"Ji chan? Are you alright?"
Seeing the expression on her face, Azrael couldn't help but worry.
"Hmm? You're still here!"
Jibril only then looked up, glancing at Azrael with confusion before immediately losing interest and carefully observing the chat group interface before her.
"What do you mean 'still here'! Did you just try to kill me?"
Azrael acted hurt.
With her strength, being injured by this level of attack would be strange.
"Not really."
Jibril shook her head and spoke honestly.
"I just had something I wanted to research."
Hearing this, Azriel immediately wept with joy.
"So that's it? You mean just now Ji chan wasn't trying to beat me up, but because you didn't see me come in and accidentally got me caught in the crossfire?"
As expected, she knew Jibril still loved her.
"No."
Jibril looked at her like she was looking at an idiot.
"I did it on purpose. I recognized it was you and then attacked. But beating you was just incidental - I mainly wanted to research this thing in front of me."
"Guu... How could this be!"
Hearing the first part, Azrael widened her eyes wanting to protest. Hearing the latter part, she found it strange.
"The thing in front of you? What thing is in front of you?"
"As expected, you can't see it either?"
Jibril glanced at her, her expression becoming even more interested.
"Ji chan, you couldn't have gone crazy, or are you playing some kind of Emperor's New Clothes trick?"
Azrael was completely confused. No matter how she looked, there was nothing in front of Jibril, no elf reactions either. What was she talking about?
Unexpectedly, Jibril completely ignored her.
"Though I don't want to say this, this thing might indeed have the property of being invisible to idiots... However, since even you can't see it, there probably aren't many who can see it. I'll go ask Lord!"
With a determined expression, she flapped her wings and flew directly toward the top core of Avant Heim.
There, on the divine throne, the strongest war god Artosh had been sitting quietly for over ten thousand years.
In Jibril's eyes, if there was one existence in this world besides herself who could see the dimensional chat group before her, it would surely be the creator of the Flügel, the strongest in this world - the war god Artosh.
However, the conclusion of this audience was—
"There is nothing. As your creator, I am absolutely certain there is nothing before you. There are no traces of interference by others in your brain, and your condition has no problems."
The war god sitting high on the divine throne spoke with such certainty.
"If there truly is some special existence before you, then it must be something beyond divine comprehension."
Without treating Jibril's words as lies, after careful analysis, the war god proposed this possibility.
"Beyond divinity?"
Hearing this, Jibril flapped her wings once, her eyes becoming fervent.
"Doesn't this mean this so-called chat group has the possibility of surpassing Artosh-sama?"
As a created being, openly speaking of surpassing her creator would surely be considered great disrespect elsewhere.
But the war god didn't react this way. On the contrary, he looked at Jibril with expectant eyes.
"Theoretically, that's the reasoning. However, whether you can achieve this depends on your ability."
"I understand, Artosh-sama!"
Jibril stood up excitedly.
And in front of Azrael and all the others, she actively spoke the most rebellious words to her own Lord God.
"When I find power that surpasses divinity, I will surely fulfill your wish and grant you the most complete defeat!"
Hearing this little wing's mad declaration, the war god Artosh spoke with utterly calm tone.
"When you can achieve that, come report to me!"
"Yes!"
Jibril immediately nodded.
Then she flapped her wings and turned to leave, leaving behind a group of Flügel stunned by her blasphemous words.
She herself found a secluded space and, after analyzing the conversations of several people in the chat group, formulated the image she should present.
[Jibril: "S-senpais, hello. I'm Jibril. Nice to meet you all."]
[Jibril: "Um, I'd like to ask, what is this place?"]
With simple details, the image of a pitiful, frightened, delicate woman immediately came to life.
To be continued...