Why can't humans do it too?

Bright red, dark red, wine red... People can always produce enough evidence to prove their guesses, but as mentioned earlier, no one can get close to the river of petals or the palace to verify it, which is a little fun of the day.

Jibril walked through the festival, measuring the city, which seemed to have expanded once again, with her own footsteps. The fireworks were beautiful, and even Azriel would say a few words of praise, although Jibril herself and others preferred a different kind of flower... Blood Flower.

However, such words are becoming increasingly rare in this day and age; at least, they are not something you can easily find just by going out and raising your hand.

"Well, that means I win! According to the agreement, all these candies are mine!"

The owner of the voice sounded extremely happy, with even the last syllable of his voice lingering on the air. However, beneath his cheerful voice were the wails of children, some of whom were on the verge of crying.

However, even with their childlike nature, they didn't try to renege on their debt. Well, it's hard to say whether the reason children of this age didn't renege on their debt when they lost was due to their good upbringing or the force of the agreement. But one thing is certain—they could only watch helplessly as the bad guy opened the handful of candy in an exaggerated manner and poured it all into his mouth.

He's not even afraid of cavities!!!

It's hard to say whether they envied this fearless courage in the face of cavities, but several emotionally fragile children did burst into tears on the spot.

"There's nothing we can do about it~, an alliance is an alliance, and it can't be broken~~"

"If you're really not satisfied, then beat me next time, and you can take the candy~... Although beating me is completely impossible~"

It's hard to imagine that the poor children would have to endure such wanton ridicule from this awful guy. From this perspective, he's really gone too far.

In this world called Disboard, the covenant established by the one true god is a rule that all races must abide by and cannot violate.

It is a world where war and violence are all forbidden, and everything can only be decided through 'games'. Rules must be followed, and bets must be fulfilled.

Jibril stared in disbelief at the guy wearing the same hat with the club and spade symbols from playing cards printed on it. Yes, he had heterochromatic green and blue eyes, looked only a teenager, and two long ribbons extended from the hem of his red coat to his back, still floating freely in the air. There was also a red heart on his right cheek—it was undoubtedly that guy, the one and only god now, Tet.

This shameless guy actually came here to play games with the kids and steal their candy. Even Jibril herself wouldn't do something so tasteless... probably wouldn't... uh, I guess?

However, compared to this foolish One God whom she was already quite familiar with, Jibril was equally surprised by the guy who was gathered around Tet with the human children.

"Negative Protocol Activation: Error, the One God Tet is not invincible."

Her voice was calm yet had a distinctly mechanical quality. Just by looking at the undisguised mechanical wing extending from her back and the exposed cables and silver metal parts on her body, one could tell that she was a machine race.

"That's what my heart says, so I can definitely do it," the black-haired mecha insisted.

Although she mentioned "heart" in her last words, which might be interpreted by an uninformed outsider as referring to her inner thoughts and beliefs, both Tet and Jibril knew who this machine girl was referring to.

The god who indirectly created all the Machine Races was born earlier than all other god races, and fell into confusion earlier, constantly searching for the meaning of his existence—the God of the Machine Races, Heart.

Chapter 136 Jibril Side Story 4

The world only knows that the gods worshipped by the machine races that walk on the continent are called by this name. It is said that there were other names before this name, but these are not things that other races or even the gods can know.

However, it just so happens that Tet and Jibril both know about, and even for some reason, the Machina race. Although they don't follow it closely, they do pay attention to it when something related happens.

As far as Jibril knew, the god of the machine race seemed to have learned the advanced skill of joking in recent years. His jokes were more likely to make people want to cry than laugh. If Jibril remembered correctly, she had heard the general term for this kind of joke from that man—hellish jokes.

Hmm... It seems there's a theory that the number of mechs appearing in Disbotli has increased in recent years. One reason is that more and more mechs have won the hearts they speak of, and another reason is that, well, even they seem to have finally stopped being able to tolerate the jokes about their god.

Another Cainas?

No, it's not that bad. At the very least, all the machine races' respect and obedience to Heart are genuine. If Heart is in danger, they would even fight to the death... although such a battle is no longer possible in this era.

Thanks to the unique computing power and near-zero error rate of the Mech race, this race holds a top position in the covenant, which is a game-like system.

This is precisely where they fall short when facing the One God. The black-haired Mech, who had just represented the human children in the contest against Tet, was utterly defeated by Tet, who knew nothing of mercy. (Group 607784 197)

"How interesting," Tet said with a smile, his eyes narrowing as if he had discovered something amusing. "It's quite interesting that a machine race that uses data intelligence to formulate strategies and plans, and uses data to determine every action in the game, would say something like that. Is this what Shin taught you?"

"Thinking Protocol: Negative Answer - Wrong." The black-haired machine was clearly new to the continent; at the very least, she hadn't yet broken free from that standard machine language. "Thinking path is limited to logic, and the success rate of a plan is limited to intelligence information. That is, a plan with a 99% chance of success can be reduced to 1% due to an unknown piece of unfavorable information."

"Therefore, we conclude that the One God Tet is not invincible—machine number #Adho4521574531 #kjDKU481 requires more information. Over."

The mechanical light wheel on one side of her head flashed a few times before dimming, and the black-haired mecha girl's calculations and explanations seemed to have ended.

"Is that so?" Tetu, the one and only god, possessed an unexpectedly good temper. He simply smiled and twirled the chess pieces in his hand. "Then I wish you good luck in finding the information that will allow you to defeat me soon~"

Drop drop drop.

"Responding to the Appreciation Agreement: Thank you very much for your support. We wish you a bright future and smooth sailing."

The black-haired cyborg girl, who had been expressionless and spoke without any intelligence, suddenly seemed to melt like a block of ice, magically transforming her face into a gentle and kind smile. Even her tone of voice was full of sincerity—well, it's just a question of whether bystanders who witnessed the whole thing could still believe that her answer was sincere.

In short, this sudden change of expression even startled Tetto, who then burst into laughter at the cuteness of this machine-type girl.

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, then I'll accept your thanks," Tetu said, wiping away tears from his eyes caused by laughter, as he propped his cheek on his hand and looked at the machine-type girl across the chessboard. "But before you find any useful information, you'd better come up with a name for yourself first~"

“Isn’t it too much trouble to always refer to yourself by your number? It’s inconvenient for others to call you that,” Tet said with a smile. “Besides, according to some irresponsible and untrustworthy guy, referring to yourself in the third person is a sign of a lack of personality.”

This one God seemed unusually gentle at this moment... except for his voice, which was slightly distorted from chewing the candy he had just won from the children.

“Thinking protocol activated: Personality… missing… one’s own name, wrong, incomprehensible,” the black-haired mecha girl tilted her head and answered, looking like she was about to burst into flames. However, Tet didn’t seem to want to continue.

"You'll have to figure this out yourself," the androgynous boy shrugged casually. "If I remember correctly, all newly born Machines have their thought processes copied when they're born, right? Why not give that a try?"

"Negative protocol initiated: Rejected. That code is chaotic and disordered. Machine number #Adho4521574531#kjDKU481 is attempting to seek its own logic," the black-haired mecha calmly stated. "Request: May Tet name this machine... Meow?"

Having learned this trick from who-knows-where, the black-haired mecha girl even tilted her head and uttered a strange, emotionless onomatopoeia at the end.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Tetto burst into maniacal laughter, clutching his stomach and nearly falling off his chair. "So cute! And this is truly an impressive ambition... But I can't name you, you have to find your own name, that's what makes it meaningful!"

"..."

There was no reply. The machine-type girl seemed to be thinking, but Tet was about to give up. The children, who had stopped crying earlier, were now making a ruckus next to him, wanting another round.

"No, no, you don't have any stakes left... Ah, this won't do either. If I wager the things Mom and Dad gave you, I'll get chased away with a broom!" Tet rubbed his temples, his gaze sweeping over Jibril, who had been standing not far away, before his eyes suddenly lit up. "How about I tell you a story! A story your parents would never know!"

The children were still making noise.

"Hey hey~, quiet down, quiet down~", Tet tried to calm these naughty guys. "Hmm... this story might be a bit long, and it might be a bit boring... it seems like it's been quite a few years since I've told it to anyone."

"Well, anyway, it will eventually disappear... Do you really want to hear it?" Tetu sighed, and then heard the cries of "yes" again.

“Good children, then the story begins… starting three thousand years ago, before your grandfather was even born…”

Chapter 137 Jibril's Side Story 5

"...And so, the war that had caused countless lives to wither and civilization to stagnate for so long finally came to an end. All races no longer had to worry about dying innocently in their sleep because of the disputes of others, nor did they have to worry that the earth beneath their feet might crack open at any time and all things would perish."

"They can finally redirect the energy they used to devote to war and survival to other things, like the candy we all love, delicious food, beautiful works of art, and more kinds of games. Isn't that great?"

His eyes nearly squinted shut with laughter as Tetu happily declared that he loved this world, or rather, couldn't love it more. But unfortunately, his heartfelt sentiments didn't elicit the same response; instead, they were met with—

"Waaaaaah, waaaaaah!!!"

The sound of crying, the sudden burst of children's cries after hearing the end of the story.

"W-what's going on?! Isn't this a good thing?! Why are you crying?!"

Unusually flustered when dealing with these children, Tetu hurriedly dodged in the cramped space. With his sharp eyes, he clearly saw that if he didn't move aside, these snotty-nosed and tearful human cubs would pounce on him and smear all that stuff on his clothes.

Even if the body of a deity allows it to maintain a state of self-purification and not be tainted by dirt, it is still disgusting!

Jibril looked at the farce with disgust. When Tet was telling his story, all the human children... even the black-haired machine-type creature, sat in the same circle around Tet, just like kindergarten kids sitting in a row... Has this piece of junk gone mad?

"But...but he still died! We'll never see him again!"

Tet was still making a ruckus. Even the machine girl seemed expressionless, but the mechanical wheel on her forehead was flashing red and yellow lights. Tet had already taken to the air to avoid getting the dirty stuff smeared on her.

"Ah~, since we're on the topic~, and it just so happens to be this special day... Do you see these petals above us?" Tetu grinned mischievously. "It's said that these flowers were originally pure white, without a single blemish, but after that man and that forest elf performed that incredible feat, their blood dripped from the sky onto these flowers, turning them all red..."

"Waaaaaaah!"

The crying intensified.

"Response to deception protocol activated: Error. According to the database records, the Xin Ke Hua is originally a plant unique to the Sen Jing species. Except for a few mutant individuals, red is the most normal color."

"The conclusion is: Tettu, lies, and plots."

The machine-type girl sounded the alarm.

"Hey, hey, it was just a little joke, why are you taking it so seriously?" Tetu waved his hand quickly and said with a smile, "Isn't it interesting? Their reaction... Anyway, I'll leave this place to you for now... An old friend has come to visit~, I have to go over there."

"Thinking—joking, the heart also likes to joke...this kind of joke?"

While reaching out and grabbing a child who wanted to follow Tet's shadow, the black-haired cyborg girl tilted her head and fell into thought. But... well, hopefully she won't go astray because of this one god with a wicked sense of humor.

"Yo~, out having fun?" Tetto greeted Jibril with a friendly and warm gesture, and had already come up to her.

"You're really just spouting nonsense? For the past three thousand years, have you been tirelessly telling your boring stories everywhere?" Jibril crossed her arms and looked at Tet with disdain. Her pink-haired winged creature's cold laugh, combined with her contemptuous expression, forced Tet to immediately fly higher, reaching an angle where he could look Jibril in the eye.

Of course, if this winged creature were to go a step further and tilt its head back slightly to look at Him from below its nostrils and eyes... there's not much He can do about it. Fortunately, Jibril isn't going to go that far.

"Well, it can't really be called one of my boring stories, can it? Isn't this story related to you too? At least you made an appearance in it—"

Whoosh!

That's quite a bold move!

Jibril, a mere Winged Race member, launched a rebellious attack against the One God! She even interrupted Him before He finished speaking, a grave offense of disrespect!

However, Tet remained smiling, showing no anger at being offended, and made no attempt to dodge Jibril's attack.

Well, that's normal. Aside from the fact that He, as the only God, would not be injured by such a small attack, the more important reason is that in Disboard today, war, violence, and direct harm to each other are prohibited. In other words, if Jibril really harbored murderous intent or wanted to attack Him, the attack just now would not have happened at all.

The appearance of that attack actually proved that Jibril did not actually have any murderous intent or disgust towards Him... Isn't that interesting?

In another world, wouldn't that be called tsundere?

It should be called tsundere, right?

The curve of his lips widened, and Tet suddenly felt a surge of excitement. Wouldn't it be incredibly interesting to record the appearance of this Skywing in front of him and release it when that man returned?