After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

They were all reduced to pure nothingness in the annihilation of that black hole.

......

In the void outside the western continent.

The golden spirit floated silently in the void of deep space.

Before her, magnificent figures slowly emerged from the sea of ​​stars, their bright divine power shining in the void.

"Golden Elf! You should know that we are not on the enemy's side now!"

"That guy, War, had been secretly plotting and scheming for a long time. In order to ascend to the throne of the true god, he was even willing to devour the blazing sun."

"Compared to you wizards, war is now our greatest enemy!"

"Otherwise, once war gains a foothold on the throne of the true god—"

"Then whether you wizards or we, we must all die!"

The gods of storms and the sea roared furiously.

Behind Him, projections of false gods also stood in the sea of ​​stars.

The battle between Vimes and the God of War in the Western Continent caused such a huge commotion that even the world barrier was breached countless times, and an entire world was almost banished from the multiverse.

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of other false gods.

It was only at this point that the other false gods belatedly realized that the God of the Sun had actually been swallowed up by the war.

As he roared, the god of storms and oceans glanced at the two graceful figures not far away.

Not only Him, but the other false gods also subconsciously distanced themselves from the two, not daring to get too close.

It is abundance and life.

The contamination of faith by the relics by the Charr could not truly affect the complete backups of these two ancient gods in the multiverse.

It was precisely because of this that when their projections in the Silver Plane were drained of their remaining value by Charles in the form of a self-destructing truck, and Charles shifted his focus to researching methods to deal with the God of War, the Mother Goddess of Abundance and the Goddess of Life, still managed to reshape their self-awareness by using that hidden backup projection, after paying the price of a drop in their status.

However, having learned from past mistakes, neither the false god nor any of them can afford to be wary of abundance and life again. Who knows when they might betray us again?

"I regret to inform you that the God of War you speak of has indeed ascended to the throne of true god."

"If you try to interfere now, the greater possibility is that you will be swallowed up by the war, just like the blazing sun, and become nothing more than new nourishment."

The Golden Elf thus faced nearly ten false gods in the void.

Although she was all alone at that moment, she seemed to be commanding a vast army.

"and--"

"That was his battle."

"You have no right to interfere."

Faced with the aura of more than a dozen false gods, Vimers simply closed her eyes slightly, her cold words echoing in the void.

If it were the golden elf who had single-handedly fought against the gods for millennia, it would never have entrusted its fate to an outsider.

just.

Now, however, Vemers is willing to believe in that black-haired, black-eyed boy—

Believe in what appears in your long life—

That one and only variable.

......

suddenly--

The golden elf opened its eyes.

With her supreme and mysterious aerial magic, Vemus keenly sensed that the once solid world egg and dimensional barrier were rapidly fading away.

The line between fantasy and reality is rapidly blurring.

In that chaotic void, a dazzling and boundless illusory sea of ​​stars was reflected.

In the illusory starlight, Ciel's figure slowly emerged in the material plane.

His gaze carried a hint of weakness, but as he swept over the surrounding false gods who exuded a powerful aura, his dark eyes remained calm.

And at this very moment, beside him.

In that black hole, which gradually transforms from reality back into fantasy, slowly fading and disappearing.

Thousands of lights are converging.

It was a dazzling star cup, as if made of crystal.

The moment it appeared, it attracted the attention of all the false gods.

The aura emanating from that star cup was extremely familiar to every pseudo-god—

It carried with it a chilling, murderous aura, as well as the majestic grandeur of the blazing sun.

"The war... is over?"

Death's hoarse voice slowly rose, still carrying a hint of disbelief, as a river of blood and bone flowed behind Him.

This was an ending that no god had ever imagined.

Having climbed the path to godhood for so long, the false gods naturally know just how terrifying the true god, who has truly achieved unification, is.

Therefore, the false gods were able to put aside their past grievances and join forces against the enemy, precisely because they wanted to find that one and only chance of survival.

However, even so, it is still a formidable enemy that cannot be directly confronted—even if all the other false gods' power is gathered together, the chances of victory are extremely slim.

But at this very moment, the ancient god feared by all the false gods—

He actually died like that?

And after a brief moment of shock—

All the gazes of the gods were fixed on that dazzling star cup.

All of a sudden.

The sound of heavy breathing came and went.

As false gods who have abandoned worldly emotions and embarked on the path of faith in deities, they should not have lost their composure like this.

but--

Everyone knows what that star cup truly represents.

That was the authority left behind by the God of War after he devoured the blazing sun, ascended to the throne of the true god, and was completely destroyed.

For any of the false gods present... all they need to do is obtain that Star Cup to receive all the legacies accumulated by the two ancient gods of War and Sun over a long period of time, and walk the path to godhood in one fell swoop.

It's not like war, where one foot is halfway in, but rather a true ascent to the realm of the true god.

Ascend to the throne——

This is the long-cherished wish of every false god.

For this long-cherished wish, they abandoned their people, their past, their emotions, and forgot their original aspirations, paying an unspeakable price...

All for the sake of becoming a true god, a great being who transcends civilization and the world, and lives as long as the universe.

To become a truly great figure in the multiverse.

And now, the opportunity to ascend to the throne is right before our eyes.

however--

Amidst their heavy breathing, not a single false god dared to make the first move.

Even though Charles, who killed the God of War, must have been greatly exhausted and even on the verge of death, he was by no means an existence that a single false god could contend with.

All the false gods simply watched silently as Ciel stood beside the Star Cup.

They were all waiting for the moment when Ciel would absorb the Star Cup; that would also be the opportunity for them to erupt together.

The opportunity to rise to the top is right in front of us.

Even knowing that Charles possessed the power to kill the God of War, no false god would pass up the opportunity.

On the other side of the void, Vemus slightly raised the staff in her hand.

Her sharp gaze swept over the distant gods, and the secret fire in her pale golden left pupil began to flicker once more.

After a short rest, Vemus has regained the ability to cast air magic.

Once the false gods erupt... they will be met with the supreme wrath of the Goddess of Magic. Even so, repeated outbursts will inevitably inflict further damage on her already broken soul...

And amidst those countless solemn gazes—

And so, step by step, Ciel walked to the side of that dazzling and radiant star cup.

He reached out and took the star cup in his hand.

Then, with gentle eyes, she looked at the golden elf beside her.

“Teacher, you once said... that ambition is the driving force that propels wizards forward.”

“I don’t object to that.”