Why can't humans do it too?

On the ground, they could only be seen as tiny, indistinct dots. Even at the closest possible distance, they could only make out an outline smaller than a bottle cap. The more inaccessible they were, the more curious they became, and the more curious they became, the more they fantasized—the palace where the One God resided, the place where the Star Cup was kept, the place where the secrets of the entire universe were buried…

Over the past three thousand years, countless legends and speculations have circulated in Disboard. Even though the one true god occasionally appears in the cities of various races, he is not so cold and unapproachable as to be untouchable. However, whenever curious people ask him about the palace, he will only smile and not give any answer.

The palace that Jibril was touching, her palm brushing against the pillars and windows along the corridor. Through the decorative patterns, she could glimpse a corner of the palace, and in front of the palace gate stood a huge flower monument.

This monument is dedicated to the heroes who sacrificed their lives for peace, for the survival of humanity, and for the future of humankind. May the spirits of your souls continue to live on in this beautiful world, free from all worries.

[Chaton, Anton, Alma, Kerry, Dill, Sirius, Edo, Darrell, Devin, Lux, Wayne, Eric, Charlie, Thompson... Lennie, Credo.]

The enormous flower monument stands at the main entrance of the palace. Countless shattered petals fill its body, and its thick, dark red color makes it seem as if blood is still flowing within it. However, it does not give the viewer any sense of evil or discomfort. Everyone who stands before this flower monument will feel the same solemnity and reverence, as well as an unspeakable sorrow.

Even with your eyes closed, you can feel that fearless spirit and the determination to sacrifice themselves.

No race could have imagined that a monument bearing the name of a human, and whose inscription is predominantly in human names, would stand in that mysterious palace; even the human race itself would not have fantasized about such a thing.

Unable to sense elves, unable to use magic, physically weak, and with short lifespans, this race has managed to occupy the largest tract of land in Disbord simply through sheer numbers and accumulated intelligence, which is enough to surprise other races, especially considering that many extraordinary races have no need for territory.

From this perspective, the reason why this flower monument is located at the entrance of this inaccessible palace, rather than in a place that any race could easily reach... is for protection.

He didn't want the names of those heroes who gave their lives to simply fade into oblivion, he didn't want them to be forgotten, yet he was also trying to protect the human race... Just by looking at those names, Jibril could feel the man's inner turmoil; how much he wanted these heroes to be remembered by all races.

The names on this flower monument are not limited to humans, and their ranking is not based on their noble status, but rather on the time of their death. Forest elves, sea creatures, and machine creatures—the man recorded the names of all those who helped him complete his plan and achieve his great feat.

She couldn't recall them unless they were mentioned, but now, upon seeing these names, she suddenly remembered that many of them belonged to people she had met once before.

Three thousand years later, Jibril was so close to the Palace of Flowers for the first time.

It was also her first time stepping into this palace.

The pink-haired Skywing once thought she would never come here... at least not before that man returned.

Has even she changed?

It happened quietly and without anyone noticing.

What we once held dear has gradually crumbled without us even realizing it.

"Want to go in and have a look?"

That annoying, singular god floated behind him, and after a quiet passage of time, finally broke the silence by making a suggestion.

"...You haven't been inside?" Jibril asked in a low voice, her raised finger tracing the surface of the inscription on the flower monument. Without turning around, she simply asked.

"Actually, aside from glancing at this place a few times when I was first born, I've never been here in the last few thousand years~," Tetu said casually, resting his head on his arms and crossing his legs. "After all, this isn't my home~, and it would be very impolite for a guest to sneak in when the host isn't home~"

Chapter 141 Jibril Side Story 9

On the continent of Disboard, there are sixteen chess pieces that stand like giant towers. These pieces stand on the territories of sixteen races and are called race pieces. The race pieces are the totems of the races they correspond to, or rather, the right to rule. If viewed from the highest point in the sky, the entire continent is divided into lines like a chessboard.

Tet's home is high above the chessboard-like Disboard. Well, although it is called a home, it is actually just a place where He can take a rest. If a certain man were to complain, he would probably say that He doesn't even have a house, so how can it be called a home?

There's not much that can be done. This one and only god has such a carefree and playful personality that it would be too difficult for Him to stay in one place for a long time. In most cases, He is always playing among the various races.

However, Jibril was quite surprised that Tet would say something so rude. Just like the speculation circulating among many races on the continent, the Flower Palace in the sky was the residence of the only god. In fact, Jibril had the same idea when she first set foot there three thousand years later—Tet had lived there after that man left.

"I didn't expect you to know the word 'rude'," Jibril thought to herself, and that's what she said.

"What are you talking about? I was born from human imagination, of course I know about such things~", Tetu protested, puffing out his cheeks. He had nothing to hide from the Skywing in front of him.

"Is that so?" Jibril asked casually. "Since you know it's impolite, then why did you come today?"

"What do you think? Since it's impolite to sneak in when the owner isn't home, there's only one reason for coming over now, isn't there?" Tetu said with a grin, "Of course, it's because the owner is home now!"

Jibril suddenly turned around, staring wide-eyed at Tet, who seemed startled by the pink-haired winged creature's dramatic reaction and leaned back slightly.

"What, what?"

"He is back?"

Surprisingly, instead of mocking Tetto for his embarrassing reaction as the only god, Jibril simply raised her voice slightly and pressed on.

"Huh? Back? Him? Oh, I see, I see," Tetto asked in surprise, then suddenly realized that his words seemed to have caused some ambiguity. He quickly raised his hands in front of the approaching Jibril and said with a wry smile, "No, no, what I actually meant was... you're right here, aren't you? Even if it's your first time here."

"..."

Leaving aside the fleeting disappointment in those amber eyes with star-shaped pupils, Tetu only saw himself being glared at fiercely by the pink-haired Skywing, or rather, rolled his eyes before turning and walking towards the palace gate.

Watching her retreating figure and the wings retracting to her sides, Tetu suddenly felt a surge of inspiration and cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting, "Hey! You're a master too!"

"Shut up."

Then I got scolded.

With her hand pressed against the door, Jibril's gaze lingered between the petals on the door, as if trying to see through them to the inside, but all she saw was darkness.

Taking a deep breath, the pink-haired Skywing gently exerted force forward. Unexpectedly, despite thinking the door would be very heavy, she only slightly showed the intention to push forward, and the two doors opened inward.

There was none of the dust that would fall like rain from the ceiling when you open the door of an old building that has been uninhabited for years, nor any spider webs or other insects on the roof or in the corners. Jibril watched everything behind the door.

"See, I told you so?" Tetu's voice echoed softly behind Jibril. "You're a master too."

"If it were anyone else, even if they could reach the outside of this palace, not even a god could push open this door. So, the fact that you could push it open so easily is truly—"

"Be quiet for a while, One God."

Tet's rambling words, which were following Jibril into the palace, were interrupted by the cool voice of the pink-haired Skywing. The androgynous boy simply shrugged and obediently shut his mouth.

He was born in this palace, or more precisely, in one of the rooms. After the man left, He left the palace and then, with the power of the One God, established the covenant that has lasted for three thousand years. Since then, He has never returned to the palace, nor has He ever peeked into what is inside.

Therefore, when Tettogan entered the palace behind Jibril, He did indeed look around curiously.

It was much smaller than He had imagined, but don't misunderstand, it wasn't the palace itself that was small, but rather the size of the rooms, or rather, the layout and furnishings. Compared to ordinary palaces, every room in this palace was far too cramped. Even the palaces where human kings lived looked much more magnificent and grand.

There are no pillars, nor a dome more than ten meters high. There is only a ceiling that is a little over two people high. The walls are also very ordinary and warm yellow. Looking at it from the inside, you would never associate it with the interior of the Flower Palace. It is just an ordinary little house, and even the rooms are not very big.

"This is a restaurant."

"what?"

Suddenly stopping in her tracks, Jibril spoke abruptly, while Tet looked blankly at the white dining table in front of her, covered with a willow-leaf tablecloth—a design unlike any other race in Disboard.

"This is the kitchen."

Behind the open door is a bright room with white tiles and a metal stove. Through the window directly opposite, you can see the sea of ​​clouds outside. White dishes are placed on the sink, and the refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen is still making the sound of electricity.

Opening the refrigerator reveals fruits, vegetables, and meats. Jibril is certain that Tetto will not replenish the refrigerator, but these ingredients, which have been stored here for three thousand years, still look as if they were just picked and are incredibly fresh.

Jibril took out a grilled sausage and bit into it. It tasted the same as always, with the unique aroma of meat fat and protein, and a slightly salty taste.

"This is the corridor."

"This is the magic workshop."

"..."

"This is my room."

"This is the room of that weed."

"This is...his room."

Chapter 142 Jibril's Side Story 10

Like a tour guide leading guests on a tour, but with an anxiety that tour guides would not have, Jibril strode ahead, leading Tet through the palace. Even though she had never been here before, she now showed a sense of familiarity that she would not get lost even if she closed her eyes.

The pink-haired winged creature spoke very quickly, and one door after another opened as she spoke, revealing the furnishings inside. Until the last door, both her voice and her steps suddenly lowered.

With her palm on the doorknob, she pressed down slightly, but not enough to open it; Jibril seemed to be hesitating about something.

Yes, up to this distance from the gate, everything is the same as before, without any change. The interior of this palace is the small wooden house in the ruins of the forest elf city that was abandoned because of her attack.

The wooden house that the man built by hand could hold so many rooms only because it was enchanted with spatial magic. But now, in this palace, they no longer need magic to appear. The various types of rooms, expanded according to his wishes, constitute this flower palace at their original size.

Even with her eyes closed, she could move through the rooms. Where to turn and where to open a door was already etched in Jibril's mind. And everything behind that door... was it all the same as before?

Fragments of the past brushed past Jibril's eyes like petals blown by the wind. Even though she was born the latest among her sisters, three thousand years was not something that could be counted as passing in the blink of an eye.

Even though there are many things that the Skywing race can disregard, and even forgetting is an act for them, the winds of time have blurred the boundaries of memory, leaving only silent film-like images in their recollections: when trees were set ablaze, rocks were burned to ashes, and the entire city was engulfed in flames, leaving only charred remains.

The charred beams buried everything in the small house beneath them. When I finally stepped into the house, the world around me, which was almost entirely engulfed in smoke, seemed to overlap with the world three thousand years in the future.

Jibril seemed to have already seen the world beyond the door, a world without warm sunlight, without a bright world... that eternally blood-red sky.

What will happen behind the door when you push it open with downward force?

At what point in time will he freeze this moment?

Even after frantically pushing open all the doors in front of her and seeing nothing unusual, as long as she didn't push open this last door, Jibril suddenly found herself unable to stop feeling uneasy... Strangely, such an emotion would actually arise in her.

Should she have come here sooner? Or should she have never come at all...? After all, three thousand years have already passed, haven't they?

His fingers loosened slightly and gradually left the specially made doorknob.

Do you regret it?

Tetto's voice came from behind Jibril, but in the narrow corridor, Jibril couldn't turn around to look at Him.

"Open the door already! As the host, you've shown the guests all the other rooms, but leaving this one as a last resort is a bit too much..." the only god complained, drawing out her words like a teenager. "Ah~, by the way, I really liked the decorations in the other rooms~"

"Well, I should say I liked everything except that magic workshop. After all, that place always gave me goosebumps... But overall, it was decorated very warmly. You can tell it was decorated with care; it felt very homey—"

"Can you shut up?"

As the only god, Tet was rebuked twice.