Why can't humans do it too?

In our world of gods, we only say "I'm saving this" after it's done—when Tet realized it, he found that he had habitually saved the fragments of Jibril's changes in those few seconds.

'That's a bit much... It'll probably take him a long time to see what he's done when he gets back,' the great One God thought to himself indifferently. Of course, he wouldn't tell Jibril what he had done, at least not now.

"Ahem, well, calm down, calm down," Tetu said, still appearing cheerful. "You can't say we've been talking about it every year for the past three thousand years, can you? At least for the first few hundred years, there was no need for it, and there were so many games to play later on... Hmm, so it's just once every few decades or centuries? Honestly, it's not frequent at all."

"Even if what you say is full of errors? Or even fabricated?" Jibril's mockery deepened. Unlike all the others who held her in high esteem, she never concealed her aversion and hostility towards the current One God.

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Well, at least outwardly they didn't try to hide it, even if there was no murderous intent.

What Jibril was referring to right now was none other than the story Tet had told those human children about how the flower petals in the sky turned from white to red because they were stained with blood—that liar!

If He adds or subtracts something each time, then what exactly did Tet tell in the past?

Jibril didn't want to hear about things from three thousand years ago, but what she found even more unbearable was that those things had been altered... especially by someone who knew everything.

Tetto was fully aware of Jibril's hostility towards him and knew the reason for it; he had already come to terms with it.

“A little romantic embellishment is inevitable, isn’t it?” Tetu, who looked quite young, shrugged, sighing like an old man. “Compared to simple comedies, tragedies are actually more popular and moving. The sadder the story, the more moving it is. You can put yourself in the story and feel yourself being elevated by the protagonist’s cries of despair…”

"I really didn't know you had such a deep understanding of this kind of thing. What? You finally realized you can't sit still in the position of the One God and want to change jobs?" Jibril mocked.

"Your words are quite sharp, almost as sharp as that of the Forest Elf, aren't they?" Completely unaffected by Jibril's words, Tet's casual remark made a small vein seem to pop out on Jibril's forehead. "Well~, anyway, all races know the cruelty of that great war, and they also know that there were countless stories in that war that were even more tragic than that man's... At least he succeeded in the end, didn't he? At least his sacrifice and that of all those who believed in him were not in vain, and have far surpassed many others."

Jibril remained silent; she knew Tetto was right.

“Utter cruelty will only tire and numb the audience. After all, children always prefer beautiful and romantic stories,” Tet smiled, “So you see, a little romantic embellishment is inevitable. By the way, the interracial love between that man and the forest elf is a story that many people like.”

"I was deeply moved~ Everyone, young and old, was sighing with tears in their eyes~, touched by their love and the hardships they endured—"

Whoosh!

Once again, the beam of light from Jibril's fingertips grazed Tetto's cheek, and without hesitation, she rebelled against the One God for the second time in a single day!

If Azriel were here, she'd probably be screaming and yelling again.

Jibril thought silently, her face expressionless.

"You really enjoy talking about these things?"

"I just don't like being forgotten."

Not knowing how to evaluate the actions of this one and only god, Jibril simply sighed and asked, but Tet answered with complete composure. On that teenage face, Jibril could no longer see the casual smile that always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

“…Wouldn’t it be too sad if no one remembered?” A hand rested on his red hat, the brim pulled low to cover his eyes, so Jibril couldn’t see what was in Tet’s eyes at that moment.

"Hey~, forget about that. If you're not happy on this special day, you'll be punished by the gods~", The brief silence disappeared in just a few breaths. When Tetu lowered his hand, that familiar smile returned to his face. "If we can't have fun playing games, then all the effort I put into preparing these games will be wasted."

"...Heh, what do you mean by having fun playing games...that human cub over there cried terribly when it lost," Jibril said with a slight sneer after a moment of silence.

While Jibril was greeting Tet, the black-haired mecha girl on the other side calmed the children down by making her fingers glow, though a few of the little ones were still wiping away tears.

"Hahahaha, there's nothing we can do about it. A game is a game, you can't go easy on me~" Laughing without a trace of remorse, this one and only god was utterly shameless. "And isn't it better this way? You become stronger with the resentment and anger after losing~ You want to try again, you want to win, you always hold onto this indomitable spirit, and that's when you finally achieve victory—that's when you're happiest~"

"This is the true meaning of games, and what makes a true gamer!"

"A game is just a game; there aren't so many complicated considerations behind it. Having fun is the most important thing!"

Adhering to this philosophy, Tet will choose to strike hard against even the weakest opponent!

"...Whatever... It's not like anyone else can accept your idea..."

Jibril wanted to agree, but also didn't want to. She did have reasons to disagree, but then she suddenly realized something—she had no reason to argue with Tett here, just as she didn't care about Tett's thoughts at all.

She's truly a celestial being; the God of War, Artes, would surely be pleased for her.

Having lingered in the city long enough, Jibril suddenly unfurled her white wings, which had been tucked around her waist, and shook off feathers formed from energy. She then abruptly took flight into the sky.

"...That's why I feel bored..."

"Well... I hope they can come back soon..."

Gazing at Jibril, who had vanished into the sky like a shooting star in the blink of an eye, Tetto let out a long sigh and muttered to himself.

Finally, he smiled and waved goodbye to the machine girl and the human child on the other side. With a casual lean back, Tet disappeared into the street.

Flying at high speed through the sky, Jibril showed no intention of avoiding the red petals that happened to be blocking her way. She ruthlessly burst through the crimson 'river,' and the falling petals swirled behind her like a burst of fireworks, causing the people below who happened to see this to gasp in surprise.

"That's really rough!"

Logically, at this speed of flight, one should only hear the sound of the wind, but Jibril heard that annoying voice that only God dislikes.

Maintaining a half-lying position with her hands behind her head, Tetu appeared to her left front, flying at the same speed as her.

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"...As the only god, don't you have anything to do?" Even Jibril couldn't help but feel speechless at Tetto. She suddenly stopped on the sea surface, her white and wide wings spreading to the sides. "Get lost."

Tetto seemed to hear Althu laughing heartily in some distant place, praising Jibril's simple and crude statement to the One God.

"That won't do," Tetu said with a wry smile, rubbing his forehead as if in a headache. "You know that yourself, right? If we turn around and leave on such a special day, and something happens later, that guy won't let me off the hook when he comes back, you know?"

"...Hmph," Jibril snorted through her nostrils, but said nothing more.

The sharp, piercing sound of fireworks rising could be heard from below, mixed with the dense bursts of fireworks and faint wolf howls, causing Jibril and Tet to look down.

On the mainland, it might only be considered a small mountain range, but on the island, it is quite spectacular. Several tiny figures now stand on the mountaintop, which is covered by snow that never melts. However, the eyesight of the Skywing and God races is enough to make out who they are.

With its silvery-white fur and slightly pointed short ears that weren't flat against its head but rather stood up alertly, occasionally twitching from side to side, it looked rather cute than intimidating. It had an appearance similar to humans, but with animal-like ears and a tail, which was the beastman race.

The man and woman standing at the highest point should probably be considered white wolves among the beastmen. Not far from them stood several other beastmen with different characteristics. Putting aside the men and women, there were at least some cat-like beastmen among them. It was quite strange that they could be mixed together with canines like wolves.

The fireworks just now were set off by them, and similarly, those long, drawn-out wolf howls came from those white wolf orcs. When Jibril and Tet looked down at them, they excitedly waved upwards, as if greeting them.

Orcs have remarkably good eyesight.

Such a festival is worth celebrating and commemorating even for the orcs, and these young orcs climbed up this mountain to make the fireworks fly even higher while enjoying the unique view from above.

The fireworks they lit and their shouts seemed to be a signal. Just a few seconds later, fireworks of different colors rose one after another from several islands near the huge island with high mountains. When they exploded in the air, they did not scatter in ordinary spherical shapes, but rather in various unscientific and unmagical human head images.

Although it was somewhat blurry during the day, Jibril and Tet could still make out the distinct features on those heads, such as cat ears, bear ears, and so on... In addition, the fireworks set off by those white wolf beastmen earlier had wolf ear images, which gave it a rather demonstrative feel to each other.

"Pretty good, isn't it? The energy of young people," Tetto said softly amidst the continuous fireworks. "The past doesn't stay with them. No matter how much pain they've experienced, only their current mood can affect them... They even waved to you just now, didn't they?"

"That only shows how pathetic the short-lived species are. They can't learn from what happened in the past, and even those lessons themselves will disappear with time... What are you trying to evoke in me? Pity? Or guilt?" She spoke slowly and calmly, her voice still cold and indifferent even in the festive atmosphere.

"Sorry, those things don't exist."

Jibril knew why Tet said those words. Three thousand years ago, it was she and those two who wiped out the migrating orc race in this sea area. They had even been able to see the islands that had been scouted out, enough for them to live safely in that dangerous era.

If you were to travel to the city of the marine species in the deep sea now, you might be lucky enough to find the bones of the orcs who were abducted by the marine species after falling into the water, under some coral somewhere. Only a few extremely lucky ones survived the attack and swam to the island at the edge of the horizon.

Those lucky ones, along with the orcs who came to the islands to explore earlier but did not return, survived with difficulty. Over a long period of time, they multiplied and grew stronger, using this island group as their base. They distinguished themselves into tribes based on the orc lineages and fought each other for this small piece of land—in the name of the game.

The pain that once caused all the surviving orcs to grieve has long been erased by the past. Three thousand years later, the young orcs are only concerned with love, hate, and territorial disputes. They are confined to this small piece of land.

"Tell me, what would they think if I showed up now, appeared at their tribal meeting, and told them that I was the one who killed nearly 90% of their entire race?" Jibril asked curiously, gazing at the jubilant orcs on the mountain peak.

"...That's really a twisted sense of humor," Tetu couldn't help but grin, chuckling twice. "But I won't try to predict the future, so asking me won't help."

Believing that trying to predict the future would diminish all enjoyment, Tetu, as the only god, voluntarily relinquished this ability and chose not to use it.

"I'm just letting you guess. Aren't you the god of games who thinks you're an expert on countless games and even the psychology of gamers?" Jibril raised an eyebrow. "Then let's begin. Treat them as your opponents and try to guess their strategies."

“Haha, then you have to make an alliance with me to bet… never mind,” Tetu suddenly changed his tone and said sullenly, “I guess they won’t do anything, and might even try to win you over, wanting your power as the Skywing race to win the game for them, or even become the first king in three thousand years to unify the orc race.”

"That's really boring."

"Yeah, it's really boring."

Tetto agreed.

Everything has changed, but some things will never change, just like her, yet unlike her.

The orcs, huddled on the island, considered this land their own. The mechs, who held immense goodwill towards humans, were found in almost every human city on the continent. Well, "found" is just an adjective, since the mechs did not engage in large-scale mech production after the war.

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They maintain a somewhat distant position, neither too common nor too rare. They are the kind of people you might glance at curiously when you see them on the street, but you wouldn't turn around and stare at them after you pass by.

For the Machine species, the data uploaded to the main system is more of a reference. Some choose to directly copy it onto themselves to experience it, while others choose to forge their own path, relying on their unique data logic to break through that limitation. Because of this, they are walking in Disboard as practitioners, and their achievements are remarkable.

The marine species continued their carefree and joyful lives, spending their days laughing and playing, while the forest elves continued their power struggles, enslavement, or being enslaved, which they had never abandoned since the Great War.

As for the human race...

When time is stretched to a length long enough to make races with finite lifespans despair, even for races with relatively long lifespans, it only takes two or three generations for the past to become just the past, remaining only in oil paintings, in thin texts... until even these cease to exist.

Jibril hated this feeling.

Those guys may have experienced turbulent times, or perhaps their hearts were once filled with excitement, but in this extended period of time, everything has returned to calm. However, what was once there is no longer there. Something has indeed been changed, but perhaps only a little bit has changed.

As those familiar faces vanish one by one, only a few remnants remain from history.

Walking along this long red river is like stepping onto a red carpet. You can smell the lingering fragrance that is rich yet never cloying, and it is always so unique.

This is one of the remnants, even completely broken.

Body odor—the word inexplicably came to mind, and Jibril covered her mouth and nose in disgust. Although she could still smell the fragrance, it had turned into a few wisps of scent between her palms.

The enormous palace, constructed from countless petals, is already visible. Every detail of the eaves, the outward-flying corners, and the staggered pillars are meticulously crafted. Ordinary people who cannot approach this place can only rely on their imagination to depict this palace that exists only in their fantasies.