Why can't humans do it too?

"...I...I don't know..." Jibril lowered her head again, looking somewhat helpless. In fact, the pink-haired winged creature felt her mind was in complete chaos.

No other race could understand or know the feelings of the God of War, Artes, better than the Skywing race. Only they knew how lonely their god was when the war ended and the man who defeated Artes disappeared from this world—even though He and that man never had a complete conversation.

They fear His death, fear that He might destroy His essence because He has lost hope for the future, or fear that He might not be able to accept a world devoid of violence and war... The Skywing race is always afraid of these things.

Including Jibril.

What she feared even more was an inevitable future—when Altshu chose to perish, the Winged Race would inevitably choose to perish as well, following their god, because they could not accept that fact.

There is no doubt that this is what the Skywing race, these cruel yet simple beings, would do.

Jibril did not want to see her master fall, nor did she want to see her dearest sisters die—she refused a future where she would not be able to hear their commotion.

"My most precious wings... are you worried?"

"My Lord does not exist—"

"Worry about me."

Before Jibril could finish her hurried rebuttal, Altshue continued in a calm voice.

"Don't worry about me, go forth, my most precious wing."

Having already stood up from his throne, Arteshu was immediately in front of Jibril, allowing her to raise her head and stand up to look at him.

"Find me that unknown world, find a world where we can unleash our true nature—you are free."

Speaking calmly, Artesu uttered words that, if heard by an ordinary Skywing, would make them feel abandoned, unwanted, and even drive them to suicide. There was not a trace of emotion in Artesu's voice.

The so-called search for a new world was just a pretext, something both Tetto and Jibril knew.

Freedom—the pink-haired Skywing stared blankly, her lips slightly parted. She had never imagined such a thing, yet hearing these words now filled her with a mixture of reluctance and, more than anything, anticipation for the unknown.

"To become strong, one should not have a master; only a free will can give birth to a true strongman."

“My most precious wings… no, Jibril, go.”

"Go and become stronger, master yourself with your own will, until you can be an independent individual and defeat me—I await your return."

This is a blessing, a blessing from Althu.

"When the time comes, we must have a good fight, hahaha, hahahahaha."

Finally, the peace was broken. Alteshu seemed to have already seen that scene, and he laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

Staring blankly at her god... her former god, Jibril wanted to lower her head and say something respectfully, but the words He had just spoken locked her neck, preventing her from lowering her head. In the end, she could only respond in a murmur.

"……Yes."

Three thousand years after the end of the Great War, Jibril now enjoys a free life.

Chapter 150 Jibril's Side Story (End)

Traveling between universes and between worlds is boring; at least Jibril is so bored she's almost falling asleep.

Time and space simply do not exist here. To be honest, if it weren't for Tet's divine power protecting her, Jibril even suspected that she would have quietly disappeared into the cracks of the world, becoming one of those omnipresent energies, only losing her own independent will.

Well, basically he's dead.

In short, they were so bored that even the Skywing race's brains started to wander, and they used the strange things they saw while waiting to relieve their boredom.

There are countless worlds in the void, but they are not as Jibril imagined before setting off. The worlds are different from each other, some are large and some are small. Large worlds can give birth to extremely powerful beings, while small worlds... Jibril even doubted whether she would burst the entire world if she entered those small worlds.

Although she didn't care about the killing, Jibril abandoned the idea because it was too time-consuming and meaningless. After all, she was there to save people... Heh, it seems like something like this has happened before.

Feeling a strange mix of bitterness and joy, Jibril couldn't help but recall the scene before she set off. Before she could even react, she was suddenly given her freedom, and she subconsciously agreed to the words of the God of War. Finally, she was sent away from the universe by Tet.

Such an order, which might drive other Skywing races to despair and suicide, was a mixed bag of emotions for her... At least until now, she seemed to be gradually realizing what had happened, and gradually feeling... loss.

Sadness, reluctance, confusion...

Even in the cracks of this world, it's impossible to find someone to confide in or talk to.

Is this what it feels like to be a free life, and is it also the price of being a free life?

Everything about herself was under her own control. She no longer had to blindly obey the commands of some being. Instead, she had to weigh the gains and losses according to her own will, consider the success or failure of things, and also bear the consequences of her decisions. This was a feeling that all the Skywing races, including Jibril herself, were experiencing for the first time.

She will decide everything for herself.

They have been liberated from simply killing and fighting... or perhaps they were already liberated long ago.

Did her creator already know this?

Jibril was lost in thought.

Tet's divine power is protecting her as she survives in the cracks of the world, and it is also this divine power that led her there along the previous resonance traces—so how is that guy now?

According to Tet, he was fighting an extremely powerful opponent. And if Tet's analysis is correct, is his own power enough to fight a creator god? Even after he was sent there, Tet's divine power was not yet exhausted.

Am I capable of making a difference? Am I able to help him?

Also, was he injured? And that weed, which had almost become one with him, should still be alive, right?

Jibril clenched her fists in frustration, but then relaxed her tense body and simply lay down... Anyway, there's no use in being anxious, is there?

The flow rates between worlds are different, which means she might arrive early or late. According to Tet, He can only guarantee to send her to a time period closest to the resonance of divine power... So what if He makes a mistake?

After all, it involves another universe, so even the only god in one's own universe could make a mistake, right?

Moreover, even Tetu didn't know how much time had passed since they left this universe, whether it was only a few days or even longer than the three thousand years she had been waiting for... ten thousand years? One hundred thousand years?

Even longer.

It wouldn't be surprising if that weed did something, but would it still remember her?

Even the letters he wrote himself, those most precious moments... have they been forgotten?

The feeling of gain and loss—such a feeling has never, or rather, could never have appeared in a Skywing like Jibril.

She is the kind of person who can smile and feel reverence as she personally sends someone she admires to their death, and even cherish the head of that person.

Therefore, she is currently far too... girlish.

It was as if her race was not a winged Skywing race, but a human walking on land.

When everything piled up in one day, Jibril felt like she was being crushed by a mountain of worries, and she couldn't help but overthink and fret.

What if I go there and am not recognized?

Should I say hello and have Tetu pick me up? Is it even possible to get me back?

What if you can't defeat his enemy?

To die together in front of a powerful enemy... that doesn't seem so bad. At least it's a death quite befitting of the Skywing race. And if you put it that way, dying together with him in a battle against a powerful enemy is really romantic... Hmm, that word is romantic, right?

Not bad.

It's so annoying that even that weed dies along with it... I can't get rid of it anywhere, can't it just go die already!

Time passed slowly as Jibril waited, lost in her own thoughts. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she finally heard a strange sound—it sounded like both the dirge of an invisible being before its death and a silent lament.

There was also a cracking sound, a deafening explosion louder than thunder that could almost pierce the entire world.

Suddenly rising from her lying position, Jibril warily spread her wings. Her unique, jet-black scythe, capable of swallowing even light, appeared in her hand. In her vision, a naked, shell-like life form was laughing wildly. Cracks and holes covered her entire body, which were empty except for abysses as black as holes.

A crimson wave surged across the shattered universe with her laughter and raised arm. If Jibril wasn't mistaken, it was clearly vibrant flesh and blood... And amidst a slight nausea, Jibril saw the firefly flickering in the tsunami of flesh and blood.

Wearing a slightly tattered yet loose robe, she radiated a comet-like light that constantly pierced through or dodged, like a small boat in a storm, struggling, yet strangely giving people a sense of security that it would not sink.

It was the person she was looking for on this trip—Sur.

Chapter 151 Meeting

There is a common legend, or rather, a mythological origin, among all the gods and yokai that exist in Ashihara no Nakatsukuni, and this origin is the same for both the gods belonging to the Amaterasu lineage and the gods belonging to the Susanoo lineage.

Legend has it that when the world was first born from chaos, the first deity to form was Ame-no-Mina-no-Kami in Takamagahara. He represented the foundation of this universe and was the ruler of Takamagahara. Subsequently, Takamimusubi-no-Hi-Kami and Kamimusubi-no-Hi-Kami were born, representing the yin and yang of the universe.

These three original gods were known as the gods of creation, and after their birth, they disappeared into the High Heaven Plain.

In the beginning of time, even the land of reeds had not yet formed. The ocean was filled with only floating creatures. In the broth of these primordial life forms, Umashiasaka Bibiko-no-Kami and Ame no Tsutate-no-Kami were born—these five deities were the most primordial gods of this world.

Their power is immense, not to mention that they themselves have no concrete form, let alone gender. Moreover, they almost disappeared into the entire universe as soon as they were born, becoming a rule of the entire world, and never appeared again.

Well, they may have already gone to other worlds or other universes. After all, Amaterasu, as the third generation of gods, racked her brains to become an invisible god like them. To this end, Amaterasu even went so far as to slaughter her brothers and all the gods in Takamagahara to pave the way for herself.

The fact that Amaterasu committed such a heinous act without being punished or hindered by any higher-generation deities, coupled with the fact that those truly ancient gods had long since disappeared, perhaps already explains a great deal.

It didn't matter why Amaterasu, now free from the constraints of her elders, would have such a depraved idea, nor did it matter where those long-lost individuals had gone. At this moment, amidst the crushing pain coursing through her soul, all Suer wanted was to win—to kill Amaterasu.

The idea of ​​escaping was completely eradicated from the very beginning. This was not because Suer had any noble sentiments or enlightenment about the world, but because he and Amaterasu were standing on the same iron chain hanging over a precipice. If he took a step forward, Amaterasu would have to take a step back, and if Amaterasu took a step forward, he would have to take a step back.

There is no hiding, no escape. Whether it is him or Amaterasu, if either of them loses contact with this world, they will be crushed by the entire world in the next second.

Suer did not resent having to face this deadly struggle for the world, simply because Amaterasu was methodically advancing her own plans regardless of whether he stood there to fight or not. Choosing to fight Amaterasu before she had completed her ascension was certainly better than fighting this disgusting goddess after she had fully ascended to become a first-generation god.

At the very least, this goddess still has a semi-solidified body, and judging from this world that is gradually breaking apart like a programmed sequence, Amaterasu has never intended to confine herself to Takamagahara.

Then we can't back down, can we?

At least until Tet's support arrives, he has neither gathered enough World Force for his journey nor received Tet's divine protection... If Amaterasu were to successfully ascend to the God of No Form under these circumstances, and the entire world were to disappear along with her, then he would probably have nowhere to live.

Like the light of dawn tearing through the darkness, Suer held tightly to a weapon formed from materialized energy. It looked as if he had grasped the light itself. It was not a simple tearing or piercing injury, but rather a force that collided and consumed the flesh and blood that surged like waves, disappearing from the world forever.

However, Amaterasu occupied such a vast area that Sur felt as if he were in the deep sea under the pressure of tens of thousands of tons of water. In addition to the injuries and pain to his soul, the battle with Amaterasu in the depths of the world inevitably caused loopholes in his movements.