The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

"No, that guy must have been holding back a lot too. After all, for a battle maniac, it's really painful to be unable to make a move when facing a formidable enemy."

The girl touched her chin.

"Well, it's a bit pathetic, but I really don't want to fight in my current state... Besides, I've probably achieved my goal for this trip."

While confirming the true nature of the God of War can be achieved by tracing past records, seeing it in person is definitely more reassuring.

After all—

The girl looked at her hands, and a wisp of silver-white weapon was floating in her palm.

The girl's expression had lost its previous playfulness; instead, her eyes were filled with incredibly complex emotions.

"I only believe what I see—this kind of power is truly repulsive."

The girl lowered her hand, looked at the sky, and sighed softly.

"So, what's next..."

She previously said that going to see the God of War was just a whim, and that was indeed the case.

She had originally planned to send the script she had seen through this annoying power to the God of War, but after seeing him, she gave up this tempting plan that seemed to bring her a lot of fun.

The God of War—Althos—is far too willful.

Even if that guy has read the script, he won't change anything, right?

Rather, this script might have overlapped with the God of War's own script, only the protagonist was somewhat unexpected.

After all—in reality, everyone knows that as long as the God of War doesn't want to lose, he won't lose to anything from this world.

The logic is simple: the God of War can destroy an entire planet with a single strike.

This statement is not an exaggeration; it is entirely true.

There is no 'safety mechanism' in this world.

The power of the God of War reached a level that even the common sense of gods could not contain.

That's right, Altshu possesses the power to 'overturn the script' at any time.

Fantasy species, dragon spirit species, celestial wing species... machine species.

Whenever he wants, in just a moment.

His enemies will all turn to dust in that instant.

If Altshuu were to lose one day, the biggest reason would simply be that he never had the will to win.

Perhaps the God of War is more concerned with some other 'meaning' than winning or losing?

The girl analyzed it with great interest.

However, none of this has anything to do with the girl. Observing the God of War or giving away spoilers is just out of her own interest, not for any other purpose.

She doesn't need to act for a specific goal; as an individual, 'she' lost the right to pursue goals long ago.

The girl clenched her fist, then opened it again... In the center of her palm, the silvery-white mist had completely disappeared, and in its place was a dark purple symbol in the shape of ∞, with its ends connected.

The dead should just lie still; even if they want to get some fresh air, they shouldn't cause trouble for the living...

"Even so, I still want to give that guy a good punch..."

The girl glanced at the distant horizon with displeasure and became indignant.

Then, he crushed the rune in his hand.

Whew───

A gust of air emanated from the girl, causing her robes to flutter slightly.

"...This is really boring."

Suddenly muttering to herself again, the girl's expression calmed down once more, and she let out another heavy sigh.

"When will I finally wake up from this dream...?"

With her final murmurs, the girl's figure slowly disappeared into a hazy blur.

All that remains is the enormous canyon that cut the earth apart where the mountains should be, and the surrounding space that is crumbling and collapsing layer by layer.

—"Oh dear, oh dear."

After the girl left, the space, which should have been empty, was filled with the sweet voice of another girl.

"I never expected to see such a scene on the way back. It was truly a terrifying sight."

A girl with pure white wings and long pink hair descended upon this place without warning.

What lay before the pink-haired girl was a power that even she, as the strongest weapon race—the Skywing race—could hardly imagine.

"There is no trace of my Lord, no familiar fluctuations."

—Neither Altshu nor Azriel.

"The spirits that should have been frenzied were instead unusually thin."

—The power used by the opponent did not come from the spirits.

"The sisters who should have noticed immediately did not show up."

—The other party created the scene before us in an instant, without anyone noticing.

The girl smiled.

Even with her strength approaching that of the most primordial individual among the Skywing species, she couldn't have created this scene without making a sound.

Even so, the girl's face showed no confusion, no panic, and no fear.

She just smiled.

A genuine smile of surprise appeared on his face at this unknown power, a power that far surpassed his own capabilities.

……

……

On another distant continent, Norns raised his head in confusion and turned to look at the continent of Ariaena on the other side.

"Hmm... I have a feeling someone is talking about me..."

This feeling might be called narcissism on others, but if Norns feels this way—then there's definitely someone who's thinking about her.

However, she doesn't seem to know anyone in this world.

Or is it really just an illusion? Has her narcissism reached a new level?

Norns frowned; the feeling had passed in an instant, leaving her unsure of what to do.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it.

She still hasn't figured out what triggered the previous outburst that could lead to a potential chain reaction in the future.

She's very busy right now.

After all, it is well known that many immortal beings are very good at sleeping, and it is not uncommon for them to dream for thousands of years, and dragons are the most among them.

There are quite a few of those that molted for 5,000 years and then slept for another 50,000 years.

The thought of this possibility made Norns feel uneasy.

I think I forgot to remind that guy to set an alarm... If she oversleeps, it seems she'll have to rely on her own strength to fight the God of War.

In that case, she'll have to think about a cool way to surrender.

"Is it a machine race...? Maybe one of them, but definitely not just...? Back then, in that area, including those swallowed by the Roar...? Demon race...? No, no, no, that's impossible...? Dragon spirit race? Added to the observation list, but the possibility is low. Finally, it's..."

Norns stroked his chin.

"Humans...?"

This answer, which might seem like a joke to other races, was actually the most likely one in Norns' mind.

There was no other reason than that they were humans who had once fought valiantly against the dragons and the gods.

If it were a human, it would be very easy.

The humans in this world cannot control the power system of this world, which means that they are all ordinary people.

At a glance, one can clearly see who is special and who is ordinary, and who has been exposed to things far beyond their own level.

"Now that we've narrowed down the general area, then...?!"

Suddenly, Norns turned around and looked.

There, a girl who was incredibly familiar to her, whose fate was already intertwined with hers, but who should not have gotten out of bed yet, was looking at her with a smile.

—With a smile that could never belong to her.

Chapter 275 The Continuing Dream

"Hey! What kind of monster are you? State your name!"

Norns raised his eyebrows, took seven or eight steps back, and assumed a fighting stance.

Without a doubt, the girl standing in front of her had the appearance of 'Ophis'.

In fact, she is indeed Orpheus.

—Even though the girl's face bore the warm smile that Orpheus would never show, her clothes were a strange black robe that mixed various styles.

To identify a person, no matter how different their speech, behavior, clothing, or expression are, it doesn't prove anything, because the most crucial thing is that this girl's 'existential information' is exactly the same as Orpheus's.

Everything about a person can be faked, except for the information that constitutes existence.

Even if someone possesses another's body, it's impossible for them to completely inherit the original owner's information.

But Norns was able to confirm that this being, which possessed the exact same compositional information as Orpheus, was definitely not Orpheus!

—Even if there is no basis for this.

"You still don't believe what you see with your own eyes, do you?"

The girl's smile softened even more in response to Norns' question.

Compared to her time as Orpheus, the girl at this moment had less of a gloomy and languid air, and more of a youthful vivacity, as well as a sense of holiness and even all-encompassing compassion—it must be said that she was much more pleasing to the eye.