I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden said, "Find a world where fate is not so strong, hold a battle ceremony, collect the thoughts of the warriors, and thus restore my divine status as the Goddess of War."

Odin nodded, accepting this explanation. He was now a guest general, and his dark history was in the hands of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, so he would naturally follow her arrangements.

Moreover, he was also quite eager to meet Mingxian, this unprecedented god-slayer.

Speaking of shimmering strings...

"What does Your Majesty think of this plan?"

Ooba presented a memorial.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden took a look and thought it was pretty good, and the design of the armor inside seemed somewhat familiar.

"Where did you get this?"

"Found it on the computer of that god-slayer on the ground."

"Oh, what a beautiful dress."

"Is this considered armor?"

That's all Oba-san said.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden didn't say much. It's only natural that women like beautiful clothes and men like handsome armor. She simply waved the celestial book in her hand.

In the center of the temple, a transparent bubble appeared.

"In this world, the myths on earth are basically the same, except that after a meteor shower fell from the sky, history completely deviated, the corrective power gradually weakened, and the gods were no longer interested in this world. However, they were very enthusiastic about 'battle,' which is perfect for holding a war."

Ooba-shi only glanced at it, yet he saw through the very fabric of the world and came to the conclusion: "This is truly a worthless world."

"Human history has come to an end. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we will not venture to the stars and the sea, but will simply die slowly in the cradle protected by the gods."

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden continued, "Or perhaps it is considered worthless by mythology, punished by the gods, and forced to go through the process of transitioning from a myth to the human era again. Clearly, this world still has value."

That being said, mythology is the aggregate of all gods. Theoretically, as long as one god believes that the history of humanity in this universe still has value, the power of fate will maintain this world.

Deemed worthless by mythology, and thus subject to the destruction of the world by the gods, the world must be retraced from the age of mythology to the age of humanity... This kind of restarted world is known only to the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

"To me, the Lord of the Stars, I have no value anymore."

Oba's tone turned cold.

If humanity cannot leave its cradle (Earth), venture into the boundless starry sky, crown itself, and touch the planet of the gods, then humanity has no value.

Therefore, He transformed into a disobedient being, to teach a lesson to those who believed in Him.

He was eventually killed by Mithra with the sword of salvation...

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden laughed and said, "Isn't this perfect?"

"Humans who no longer crave Taiyi (Polaris) because of the comet, and you who are the embodiment of Taiyi (Polaris), and the god-slayer who possesses the evil god power of the comet."

"It's perfect for having some fun on this stage."

……

Naruhiro stepped into the familiar Yamabuki Bakery with a leisurely pace.

The shop is filled with the warm and enticing aroma of freshly baked bread.

As usual, he wandered in front of the dazzling array of bread shelves, selecting the snacks he needed for the day.

After paying, I slowly walked out of the store carrying the heavy bag.

Looking at the light rain that had just fallen, the ground still shimmered with a damp sheen, as if even the air was imbued with a sense of freshness and tranquility.

Mingxian's gaze wandered across the streets after the rain, a faint trace of weariness unconsciously crossing her face.

He sighed softly, looking listless, like a lazy cat after the rain.

In the battle a few days ago, the final spoils, besides power, included a legendary employee.

The Divine Blade of Salvation.

That is a weapon that combines countless divine artifacts.

It can launch the unified divine artifact, with such overwhelming power that it can kill a god-slayer in one strike.

The method of launching the divine artifact depends on the Last King.

If the final king wields the divine blade, whose divine essence is characterized by lightning, it will be launched in the form of lightning.

That is to say, the Thunder of Salvation.

Vereslana possesses the avatar "Goat" who wields lightning, and is also connected to Indra's divine nature, which is why he launches the divine artifact within the divine sword as lightning.

Mithra emits light.

The weakness of the Stringed Shield's indestructible body is lightning, so it uses the power of the divine sword in the form of light and heat.

but……

so tired.

The wind at the street corner gently caressed Mingxian's hair, seemingly trying to take away the weariness in his heart.

If the God of Salvation's Blade is used continuously, it may even wear down the god to the point of exhaustion.

This world-saving divine sword is a double-edged sword.

Enemies hit by the divine light suffer not only direct damage but also a special effect.

Pain and exhaustion.

Even the user's own fingers feel the same way.

The pain is bearable, though.

But being exhausted is something I really can't help.

The sound of the stringed instrument gives one the feeling that all the vitality in their body has been drained away.

Exhausted.

Listless.

I felt completely drained.

That's how I feel right now.

"Fortunately, the enemy has been dealt with, so there shouldn't be any need to use the Divine Blade anymore."

With that thought in mind, Mingxian started walking towards the office.

After entering the office, he skillfully hung up his coat, sat down at the computer desk, turned on the computer, and started logging into the game.

Time passes minute by minute.

At one point, Mingxian suddenly thought.

"How about we go to Universe 235 and try out the dungeons there?"

That is, the world in which the original story takes place.

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't stop it.

The present moment in World 492 is rather boring.

It's not just the children's perspective on history, but also the rarity of disobedient gods descending, and even the supernatural world is somewhat uninteresting.

Humans with supernatural powers are actually quite vulnerable.

Beyond this world, there is no Netherworld.

Although there are many descendants of gods, most of them have not awakened their powers. The power of the gods rarely appears on earth; it mostly manifests as ghosts, monsters, and spirits.

Even the magic societies, sects, and families in various places were quiet, seemingly enjoying themselves in silence.

Peace is so peaceful it's boring.

This is World 492.

Mingxian was an outsider and didn't have much affection for this world.

Having experienced the previous battle, he was still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Why don't we go check out the Temple of Infinite Time..."

Just do it if you think of it.

Mingxian closed his eyes and visualized the place he wanted to go.

A flash of inspiration.

call--

A sudden gust of wind lifted the papers on the table, causing them to flutter gently. The zither-like sound transformed into a wisp of wind, disappearing from the office and leaving behind a room full of tranquility.

When I opened my eyes again, what came into view was an endless desert, with white sand dunes undulating like magnificent ocean waves.

Mingxian couldn't help but murmur softly, "Hmm?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He looked around, secretly surprised.

Something's not right. Where did that magnificent temple go?

How could that sacred temple, meticulously crafted from pure white marble, so magnificent and solemn, have vanished without a trace?

Mingxian searched carefully again, moving slowly with his feet and his eyes scanning every inch of sand, but the results only confused him more.

The pristine white temple seemed to have never existed, leaving not a trace.

Under a sky full of stars, every grain of sand in the desert seems to be telling a story of loneliness and desolation, and the figure of the zither appears particularly small in this boundless sea of ​​sand.

Gene lock level three, open!

The exterior view reflects the scenery of outer space.

The infinitely vast spacetime structure of the other sacred realm was reflected in the external scenery, constantly exchanging information and laws with this spacetime, and even observing the line of fate, ultimately drawing a conclusion.

The Temple of Infinite Time has indeed disappeared.

"Was a burglar broken into the house?"

Even the stringed instrument was speechless.