"Gulp…"
Devil King Lucifer stared at the lifeless bodies of Ddraig and Albion, throat working. All around, the strongest beings in the Three Realms gazed up at the silver dragon in awe, their worldviews shattered beyond repair.
Even the loli goddess of the Bible was caught off guard. She'd always trusted Shuo, but she hadn't expected him to dispatch the Two Heavenly Dragons so swiftly—so cleanly. The battle was over in a blink. Not even she had seen that coming.
"Masaka! Am I dreaming? The Two Heavenly Dragons… torn apart?!"
"Who is he, really? His power's almost on par with the Biblical God at full strength!"
"He's a monster, plain and simple…"
The Four Devil Kings and the seventy-two noble houses were gripped by terror.
"This human… he's way too strong!"
Azazel and his deputy Shemhaza exchanged bitter glances. Neither had ever felt so helpless.
Elsewhere, Kokabiel's face was so dark it could have rained.
"Damn it! How can anyone be this strong?!"
He'd been waiting for this war, planning for chaos—hoping the wounded Biblical God and the Devil Kings would fight the Two Heavenly Dragons to mutual destruction. Then, when angels and devils lay broken, the fallen angels could swoop in and claim victory.
But Shuo's terrifying power had flipped the board. Kokabiel clenched his fists, eyes burning with fury and frustration, locked on the silver dragon above.
Not that Shuo cared. If he'd known Kokabiel's schemes, he might have laughed himself sick—a minor fallen angel dreaming of world domination? Hilarious.
Shuo, still in dragon form, sensed the tension below. His gaze swept across the devils and fallen angels, and the air itself seemed to freeze.
Azazel was sweating buckets. If the devils hadn't dragged him into this war, he'd never have come. Now, staring into those vertical dragon pupils, he looked ready for his own funeral.
The Four Devil Kings trembled, terror etched into every line of their bodies.
This war had been their idea—strike while the Biblical God was wounded, seize the moment. Instead, they'd summoned a helper whose power rivaled God herself.
It felt like the universe itself wanted the Devil race wiped out.
The kings could only sigh in despair.
But Shuo merely glanced at them, then shifted back to human form and walked to the loli goddess's side, sighing.
"I wanted to stay with you a little longer, Little Saint, but my time here is up. I'm sorry. The rest is in your hands."
The goddess watched him grow faint and translucent, silent.
After a moment, she smiled up at him.
"Then… until next time."
Shuo smiled back. And just as he was about to fade from existence, his eyes sparkled with mischief.
Suddenly he pointed at the sky behind her and shouted, "Hey, look! A plane!"
"Huh? Plane?"
The loli goddess startled, turning to look. So did everyone else—only to see absolutely nothing.
In that heartbeat, Shuo wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers.
Her eyes flew wide, but—caught off guard—she didn't resist.
Seeing her freeze, Shuo grew bolder.
…
Moments later, as she felt something strange on her tongue, the goddess snapped back to herself and shoved him away.
She touched her lips, cheeks blazing, and stared at Shuo, voice trembling.
"You… you… just now—"
Grinning like a rogue, Shuo leaned in and ruffled her hair.
"Heh, call it our farewell gift. Next time we meet, you're mine, Little Saint!"
"Goodbye, Little Saint!"
Before she could respond, Shuo vanished—gone from space and time.
The goddess stood frozen, mind whirling. She'd been kissed—forcefully—and even… well…
Her teeth itched with frustration. She wanted to bite him. Hard.
Across the Three Realms, jaws hit the floor. The Biblical God had just been—
Was the man who disappeared her partner? Why had no one ever heard a whisper?
Up in Heaven, Michael and the angels exchanged knowing smiles. They'd always approved of Shuo—and he fit perfectly with their Lord.
When the goddess finally recovered, she turned to the Four Devil Kings, voice icy with killing intent.
"As long as you four die, this war ends!"
Light blazed from her body. Golden magic circles erupted, and the battlefield filled with screams.
"Are you insane? This will destroy us both—and let the fallen angels win! Is it worth it?!"
The Devil Kings panicked, shouting for her to stop, desperate to survive.
But the goddess ignored them. She and Shuo had already planned everything. All she had to do was follow through.
Just as history recorded: the Biblical God and the Four Devil Kings perished together, and she wiped out most pure-blood devil families, crippling the devils' strength.
The battle ended—finally, inevitably.
Under the eyes of every faction, angels, devils, and fallen angels signed a peace treaty. The Three Realms War was over.
…
Meanwhile, Shuo opened his eyes to find himself back in his own room.
The system chimed in his head, task completions rolling in.
"Ding! Congratulations, Host—Ddraig slain. Purple Gift Pack awarded."
"Ding! Congratulations, Host—Albion slain. Purple Gift Pack awarded."
"Ding! Congratulations, Host—Changed the Biblical God's fate. Gold Gift Pack awarded."
Seeing the rewards, Shuo relaxed.
"Looks like Little Saint pulled off her fake death too. I wonder what face she'll make next time she sees me?"
Thinking of the stolen kiss and her flustered reaction, Shuo's lips curled into a wicked grin.
But first—time to open those gift packs.
"Two purples and a gold… Jackpot!"
Gazing at the prizes in his system space, Shuo's heart beat faster with excitement.
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