Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 268 White Night Demon Cries

Small garden, east area, lower level.

Bai Yasha suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Background - oh, no background. Regarding the existence of 'Shiroyasha', you only need to know that she is a big shot in the little garden, the boss of Black Rabbit, and an existence beyond the infinite world.

Her day starts with reading a lot of books.

It's a mission statement.

The small garden is a collection of infinite possibilities, so whether good or bad, they are geometrically numerous. This universe is about to explode, and that universe is about to start invading. These are the same bad things that happen every day.

Although Bai Yasha was distressed by this, there was nothing he could do.

what?
Why is Shiroyasha, who can be considered a 'big shot' in the small garden, so concerned about the survival of these 'ants'?

Why bother asking?

Because she is kind!

Shiroyasha hopes to allow as many civilizations as possible to survive and let them show the brilliance of their lives - to ensure this, she must ensure the balance within the box.

Oh, I am too gentle.

"Master Shiroyasha, could you please take a look at this document?"

Bai Yasha, who was buried in a mountain of documents, looked up in a daze.

".What's wrong? Is it an emergency again?" The voice was a little weak, and he needed pulse therapy.

"No, it's not urgent. It's just that someone has signed up for the "Valkyrie of the End" dungeon again."

The Valkyrie of the End - Shiroyasha certainly knows.

The so-called "Inner Gate of the Little Garden" entrance ticket - roughly speaking, if you can defeat the powerful gods of the Valkyrie of the End, you basically have the right to survive in the lowest level of the Little Garden.

Every year, many people sign up for this copy, and many players or gods in the box garden pay attention to it. Occasionally, a mischievous god will run in and forcibly kick the original god away, and then walk onto the stage himself.

However, this kind of behavior is expressly prohibited by Bai Yasha!

Because she is kind!

The gods of the box garden and the gods of the outside world are not the same conceptual system. To put it simply, for example, if Shiroyasha were to go to the ordinary material world, his mere existence would burst the universe.

The inside and outside of the sandbox are completely different, and the [probability of existence] is not on the same level.

In order to ensure the player experience, Bai Yasha must guard order conscientiously and responsibly.

As for those gods who dared to interfere in the copy?

Loser! Fuck off! Shame on you! Don’t use your filthy stuff! Bai Yasha will suppress them one by one with one hand!

Because she is kind!

However, Bai Yasha still took the documents from his subordinates and took a look at the members this time.

The one that came into view was their 'captain', Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Roar~~"

Shiroyasha perked up a little.

This young man knows that he is a very good kid and has the potential to become the best newcomer of this year! She likes him very much.

After smacking his lips and reading for a while, Bai Yasha reluctantly turned the page.

"Ok?"

Immediately doubtful.

"What's wrong, Master Shiroyasha?"

The White Night King hesitated and said, "It's not a good idea to put Saitama and Fujimaru together. If these two enter the small garden together, it will have a huge impact on the inside."

"I think so, Lord Baiyasha, please look through it again."

"it is good."

Wow.

Bai Yasha turned another page.

"Um?!"

"What's wrong, Master Shiroyasha?"

"Why is Saiki Kusuo here too? How do they know each other? They can't know each other! These three are all supernovas that the gods are paying attention to this year. If they enter the small garden at the same time, there will be chaos - damn it, do they want me to work overtime?!"

"I think so, Lord Baiyasha, please look through it again."

"Ah."

Wow.

Bai Yasha flipped through the pages with great effort.

"Um?!!"

"What's wrong, Bai Yasha?"

"Shut up first."

Wow.

Flipping through the pages carefully, Shiroyasha noticed that he had entered a strange loop, and also noticed that the situation seemed to be getting serious.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, Saitama, Saiki Kusuo, Blank, Tony Stark, Kujo Jotaro, Gojo Satoru, Anzi Ul Gown
Too much.

The players here, without exception, are all talented people.

Listen carefully, it’s talent, not strength.

What makes these players truly outstanding is their purity.

Even though they were limited by their own worldview and could only destroy a block or a city at most, and were as fragile as a baby - however, as the upper limit of the box garden was opened for them and as the copy missions were completed, their growth reached an extremely terrifying level.

Just like Fujimaru, from the time he first entered the small garden to now, he has undergone a qualitative transformation.

This group of people are also players who have been transformed.

Without exception, they are all favored by the gods inside the box.

If this group of people were allowed to enter the small garden at once
"No! I can't wahhhhhh!!!"

A sudden cry.

Baiyasha suddenly screamed as if stimulated, his face turning pale.

God is willful.

Whatever you want, you will get.

Like a golden apple.

One [treasure] will cause chaos among the gods.

That.
What about the thirteen [treasures] together?

At that time, as the guardian of order, can Shiroyasha maintain the stability of the small garden?

Can you find time to snatch your favorite players while staying safe?
Can I get six hours of sleep?

No! No! No!
"Stop them now! They have already entered the dungeon! - Call the Awakened One immediately."

Bai Yasha suddenly stood up with a gloomy look on his face.

"Damn it, call Naya [——] as well! We can't catch up with the previous games. We must act now."

"At least! We have to catch up before the seventh game!"

Bai Yasha suddenly began to act, and his actions were extremely decisive.
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【value】

That is the weight by which everything is measured.

However, there are different rules and even different preferences for how to judge the value of something.

For example, human life.

Is there a decisive difference between different human beings? No? Yes? If so, is it the life of the one with better genes that is more valuable? The one with more wealth that is more valuable? Or the purity of the soul? Or - neither?

There are different answers based on different philosophies and different value systems.

But there is one situation where you don't need to think about it.

It is up to the specific person to decide.

As long as there is a real object, an object of subjective consciousness, everything will be determined by this object.

It's like unifying weights and measures, language, and culture.

——Unify thoughts.

So, by whom?
Unless there is a "One" that is recognized by all human beings in the world, no one is qualified to judge human beings.

Well, that's it.

Regardless of region.

Regardless of the length of the culture.

Regardless of nationality or race.

An existence that exists above humans.

【god】

Any race will develop a longing for God and pray during the process of development.

Therefore, if humanity is to be judged, it must be by this thing that possesses human identity.

Because they are enough——

Strong.

So powerful that even if it decides the life and death of humans, humans will just think "Ah, there's nothing we can do about it" - so powerful!!
And that is the gods.

【And at this moment】

[The people of this world must follow the will of the gods]

[——Destruction]

Valhalla Council, Council Hall.

What appeared there was a collection of "sense of existence".

A god of destruction with purple skin, four hands and patterns embroidered on his body.

She is a beautiful goddess who wears a white robe that reveals a large area of ​​her fair skin. Her divinity is "inheritance" and "reproduction" and she needs someone to hold her chest with her hands.

The King of Gods, who was as skinny as a stick and looked like his bones would break in the next second due to the wind—

Zeus

"It's been a thousand years, and those guys still haven't reflected on their actions at all~"

“How dare they let the protagonist shout out [What humans have reflected on is that humans will never reflect on this thing] in some film or TV show—hahaha! Do they think they will look cool by saying this?! Hahahaha—” “Although they cannot destroy this planet, to be honest, even if they exist, they can’t provide any benefits to the planet, right?”

“Although there are people who advocate coexistence, to put it bluntly, they only see the planet as a slave without human rights and as livestock that needs sustainable development. There must be a limit to arrogance.”

The topics discussed were also extremely boring.

The gods' disappointment with humanity did not start at the beginning, but continued for a long time.

In this long river of history, if they fail to witness the glory of mankind, they will inevitably be disappointed!

Disappointment, then destruction.

They have the ability to do so.

There is this kind of strength that carries out one's own willfulness.

Then.

This judgment does not require human intervention because they are not qualified.

Just as humans slaughter pigs and dogs for food without any permission, the gods slaughter humans in a moment's thought.

unless--

Unless a traitor appears.

【请等等】

A strange thing appeared in the meeting of the gods.

The appearance of the Valkyrie Brunhilde reversed the gods' decision on humanity. She was the only 'god' who opposed the extinction of humanity.

She had only one request.

[Simply destroying them is too boring. 】

【Let me propose it. 】

[The final struggle of the gods against humans——]

[One-on-one between gods and humans! ]

[Thirteen contestants are selected by humans and gods respectively, and they compete in singles. The winner is determined by the final number of wins and losses.]

This request comes from the constitution of the gods, but this special law is never mentioned.

Because of humans.

It is [absolutely] impossible to defeat God.

However, no matter what, since it is activated, fighting is inevitable.
So, [the battle] began.
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【Valhalla Arena】

That is an island floating in the sky.

An island with an area roughly the size of a city held up the arena. The palace itself served as a wall, shining with a noble and dazzling gold. Above it was a divine brocade with a canvas texture to block out the sunlight, making the entire battlefield float above the clouds like a floating balloon.

And this island, at this moment——

trembling.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh !!! ——————

The cheering was like a wave, and the violence of the volume turned into a tornado that made the whole space resonate and echo. The audience of the gods and the audience of humans were divided into two sides, waving their arms and cheering, cheering for their own fighters.

For the gods, this is entertainment that showcases their own violence.

For mankind, this is a great war of life and death.

But no matter which side, the passion that is flowing in the heart at this moment is sincere.

On the side of the arena, there is an even taller golden tower. A red blanket rolls upward like a staircase to heaven. Qualified main gods will be invited into the tower.

At the very top, the skinny old man sitting on the throne is the main god named Zeus.

then
Snapped!
it has started.

All the lights on the entire island went out in an instant. The gods in charge of heaven and earth blew away the clouds and fog, stopped the storm, and the entire island fell into a dead silence, a chilling silence.

The next moment, light shone down, illuminating the only god in the center of the arena.

Not a fighting player, but——

"How long have I been waiting for this moment?"

【Heimdall】

A god with a purple hood, short stature, and red sunglasses who looks like a monster - he is the patron saint of the Rainbow Bridge in Norse mythology, and the one waiting for Ragnarok.

That's why he murmured 'wait'.

Therefore, at this moment, he is looking forward to it more than anyone else——————

【Now!!!!】

Using something like a loudspeaker to amplify his own voice, Heimdall's voice was full of emotion and almost crazy.

[It’s finally time to blow the horn of doom! 】

[The final battle between humans and gods begins! The beginning of Ragnarok is announced! ! ]

【——————Everyone! Are you ready!? !】

Well, it's ready.

Because what answered Heimdall was a cheer! A wild, frantic cheer!
Ohh ...
Trample the stone platform of the auditorium with your feet!

Use your arms to break the airflow in mid-air!

People cheered, jumped for joy, were afraid, and looked forward to it.

All the emotions turned into a wave, a salty and wet wave that engulfed the entire venue.

When Heimdall saw this, he laughed twistedly.

【The rules are simple. 】

【The price of victory or defeat is death.】

[The only way to decide a battle is by death. The winner is determined at the cost of one side being permanently eliminated.]

[First round, the vanguard of the gods——]

[It’s this man!!!]

The next moment, the light shone towards a deeper position.

That's the door.

The pure white, holy door is outlined only by straight gold.

And behind that door
[No matter which god it is, I want to see how powerful that god is! ]

[His thunder hammer is enough to shatter the earth]

[Born to fight, die to fight! 】

[The strongest in Northern Europe! ! ——————]

The moment Heimdall said this, huge lightning began to gather above the battlefield.

Strong ionization and magnetization effects appeared in the field, the rails melted, and metal droplets were suspended and rotated around a human figure.

Those bright droplets kept colliding and burning, the impurities turned into ashes and fell, and the remaining droplets became brighter and brighter!!!

【Thor, the god of thunder!!!】

Finally, the man revealed his true identity.

Long red hair.

White robe.

A body that can only be described as burly, and a white hammer that is so huge that it is even weird!
The terrifying feeling of oppression made the human audience silent, while the gods cheered and welcomed the arrival of the "strongest".

Let this atmosphere last for a long time before Heimdall grinned.

[Even before the battle begins, you can tell that the outcome is already decided. ]

[Then let us see the fools who dare to challenge the gods——]

Dengdengdeng.

The light was distributed to Heimdall and Thor, and then spread out towards the opposite side of the Tower of God.

When two kings face off, they naturally stand facing each other.

And they saw—

Unlike the thirteen gods who were scattered around, the stars of humanity gathered together.

With white hair and sunglasses, Yi Gojo Satoru is wearing a technical high school uniform. He is leaning against his stone seat with his legs crossed. While supporting his chin with his palm, he is grinning and looking at the Thunder God in the center of the ring with interest.

Beside him, Glass ignored the lights and just kept patting the white-haired boy's thigh and saying something. Judging from his lip movements, he probably said "Crossing your legs is harmful to your spine, put them down quickly." On the other side, Geto Suguru sighed helplessly at the two of them.

Also a student, wearing a green school uniform that was not pretty at all and with two antennas in his pink hair, Saiki Kusuo ignored the curious gazes of the gods with a cold expression.

It's a student again - with a burly figure that is no less than that of Thor. Jotaro inadvertently put down his crossed legs, and his thick thighs and arms almost stretched his school uniform to the point of bursting. He pressed down his hat with his hands, making a "yayale" sound.

After finally managing to take off his hood, Sora sat cross-legged on the seat. Unlike Jotaro next to him, Sora, with his thin build, was able to squeeze both himself and his sister Shiro into the seat. He was touching his sister's head and looking into the distance.

Jibril, for her, all gods except Artosh were targets that needed to be excluded, so she stuck out her tongue and made a gesture of wiping her neck at the god who was looking at her from a distance, causing a lot of anger.

Genos placed his hands on his knees, his expression serious, and muttered, "I will definitely not be careless this time."

Tony looked down at Heimdall on the ring and muttered, 'This is so different from the Heimdall I heard about ~ and even worse than the Thor I knew ~ I'll take a picture and send it to them later.'

The red-haired perfect knight, Reinhard, raised his hand and waved earnestly and kindly to the human and divine audiences alike, with a full smile.

In order to avoid scaring people, Anziwuergong had put on a mask like that of a savage tribe. Noticing the puzzled looks of the human audience around him, he simply leaned back and covered the mask with his magic robe.

Saitama yawned, then tilted his head back with his eyes blank, looking as if he was in a daze.

And at the front of all the seats.

The one who brought the thirteen together was the temporary 'leader'.

The black-haired boy placed his hands on his lower abdomen, interlaced his fingers, and smiled politely.

After putting on makeup, the swimming fish and flying geese are drunk, who can compete with the beauty of the mountains and rivers?

The indescribable sense of affinity not only put the human audience at ease, but also made the gods tremble with fear, and the terrifying momentum swept the entire audience.

The thirteen ordinary-looking people just lined up in a row, calmly accepting the mocking gazes of the gods with extraordinary bearing.

however.

Everyone.

Whether it is God or man, they all thought of the same question at the same time.

Hey?
These thirteen
Who should I send it to?

(End of this chapter)