The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

—A Black person with albinism.

Upon hearing Rama's announcement, Phra Phuttavi frowned in confusion.

The Earth Mother could not understand why such a thing could be called hell or a tragedy... It was indeed a special case that black people with black skin were born with albinism due to a lack of pigment, but that was all Porriti knew.

Yumen Shiten seemed to be deep in thought. Although he had some guesses in his mind, he dared not make any conclusions.

However—Izayoi's anger and fighting spirit had vanished, and she couldn't help but gasp.

The one who reacted the most strongly was not the Twelve Guardians, who should have been more knowledgeable, but the young man who stood there as a hero.

"You mean...a Black person with albinism?"

"That's right. They are treated as expendable resources here, and not just consumed, but stripped of their human dignity, forced to reproduce, and consumed meaninglessly. Compared to that, being killed by monsters is a better way to die as a human being... Alright, little one, as a candidate for the original text, have you solved this mystery?"

"Stop spreading rumors and causing trouble for me!"

Faced with the devastating attack from the Destroyers, Izayoi's roar, like a volcanic eruption, even caused ripples in the surrounding air due to violent vibrations.

"No, it's true."

However, the Destroyer merely sneered while struggling to pull on the chains binding his wrists and grab the clothes on his chest that were not pierced by the chains.

"This girl was indeed raised on this land! Those guys kidnapped albino patients here, forced them to breed, and even thoughtfully branded them with serial numbers for shipping! After seeing this, can you still pretend to be stupid?! A modern-day hero?!"

The Destroyer roared in anger, tearing the still intact piece of cloth apart to reveal white skin branded with numbers, while simultaneously weeping in grief on behalf of its host.

—Albinism in Black people is not an inexplicable case for modern medicine, but it has special significance from a mystical perspective. In primitive societies, such beings born different from others were often considered to be cursed, persecuted, and used as objects of sacrifice.

What Rama with the axe is mocking is the kind of magic that still exists in modern times, using albinism as material.

As that magic trick spread to the modern era, its original meaning was gradually distorted. In the present day, as the mystery has faded, it has become more often used as a pastime by those in power. As a result, black people with albinism can be sold for a high price—cheaper than cows, but more expensive than pigs.

Such barbaric acts, which continue to be carried out in secret even after a society has evolved into a highly civilized one, may actually be due to the fact that a society with advanced civilization and technology has the ability to conceal its existence.

The claim by the Destroyers that the bottom of hell is still being dug deeper and deeper is not a metaphor.

She roared with endless resentment at those cruel and dissolute individuals in the upper echelons.

"This girl was also brought here from somewhere else! During this time, she experienced betrayal and violence several times—can you guys even understand the despair she felt?!"

The destroyer of martial arts and injustice was enraged at this moment, and the chains on her body clanged as she tore them.

She unleashed her intense anger for a girl who had never been noticed by anyone before.

In this world, she was the only one who poured out her grief and indignation for the tragedy that had occurred here.

“I understand—precisely because I am one of the destroyed, I can comprehend this pain, this despair, this resentment! Therefore, I have a duty to vent this anger! If I do not stand up, who will condemn this tragedy! As an incarnation of God (Avatāra), if I am not outraged by this… who in the world will respond to those tears?!”

Tears streamed down Rama's face as she took a forced step forward, bound by chains, as if declaring that even the chains binding the gods could not stop her grief and indignation.

"The times we live in are different from the times I lived in, and they are far more advanced than those times. Is that what you believe, young boy? Then I must ask you! Is this girl, and the hell she suffered, a result of this evolving era?! Do you dare say that this girl's sacrifice was necessary for the survival of humanity?"

"Well……"

Faced with the divine incarnation striding forward while bound by the Chains of Heaven, Izayoi was unable to provide an answer.

The forced action tore open the wound, and the blood gushing from Axe-wielding Rama's body became even more torrent.

However, the Destroyer still gripped his battle axe tightly, ignoring the blood gushing from his throat as he hoarsely cried out.

"Outdated spirits of the old era... Is that your claim, young boy? Then I shall ask further questions—as someone who lived in the past of this world, as a human being who once built the foundation of humanity—I shall ask questions of those who fight on the front lines."

A darkness deeper than that of their own time.

For sins heavier than those of one's own time.

An incarnation of a god from the past spoke, as if hoping to obtain a true answer—

"Those who are close to 'eschatology (Kali Yuga),' what exactly have you accumulated layer by layer in the process of arriving in this era?"

With the appearance of the Spear of Brahma, the chaotic space gradually calmed down, and the entire sky became clearer than ever before under the illumination of the simulated star map that recorded the light of creation. When Orpheus had nothing to do, he was too lazy to operate his clones and naturally did nothing. Meanwhile, Mikado Shiten and Poritibi watched this dialogue between the past and the present with somewhat complicated expressions.

However... this Q&A session has come to an end.

"Can't answer?"

"Well……"

Even when facing Azrael and Dakkaha, Izayoi had never felt this sense of frustration and powerlessness.

The Destroyer revealed a disappointed smile.

"Fine, I forgive you. So-called heroes are those who pioneer and build, not those who accumulate and construct. The two are not the same... Therefore, the one who can provide the answer must be someone other than you."

"..."

Orpheus felt like he'd heard similar words somewhere before.

Seeing that lonely smile, Izayoi finally understood the karma of this destroyer.

She only appears to someone who has experienced tragedy, to condemn the crimes and vent her anger before disappearing, but if this condemnation is to end, an answer must be given.

There are people who can take responsibility for these sacrifices, and someone who can find meaning in them.

However, the Destroyer left a mark on Izayoi Sakamaki that she was 'not qualified'.

"Then... I must thank you for giving me this much time..."

The Destroyer smiled at Orpheus, closed its eyes, and prepared to face its fate.

"and many more!"

But Izayoi couldn't help but interrupt loudly.

Does that massive human trafficking organization still exist in this world?

"Oh?"

Izayoi's unusual display of anxiety drew everyone's attention to him.

"That organization...those guys...should have been destroyed by Canary and me by now...!"

Yumen Shitian raised an eyebrow.

"Izayoi, you..."

"Oh, I've already figured it out."

Rama, wielding the axe, gave a hoarse laugh.

"It seems that the child has the same thing lurking inside him as this girl. This girl's internal organs were also tampered with while she was alive, and it seems that she also underwent breed improvement before being shipped out."

"Varied……"

Mikado Shiten and Poritibi both stared wide-eyed.

Surprisingly, the tracking of stellar particles yielded results under these circumstances.

—A product from hell.

Chapter 776 A Question from the Future

"Pfft—!"

Rama, wielding the axe, vomited a mouthful of blood, almost spraying it onto Izayoi.

"Tsk... Hey, you barely survived, are you going to suddenly die?"

"Enough with the nonsense. I haven't stooped so low as to need the concern of a child like you."

"Huh? In the end, isn't it because you misused other people's bodies, saying you wanted to avenge them against the world, but you've left their bodies in such a tattered state?"

Rama, wielding an axe, swatted away Izayoi, who was trying to help him up, which made the boy frown in displeasure.

"Even if you don't consider yourself, you should at least think about the body you're using right now, right? Otherwise, wouldn't your actions be putting the cart before the horse?"

"What do you know, little boy..."

Rama, holding the axe, gritted his teeth.

"Although the chains just now seemed to be effective against gods, as long as they are not used to restrain them, they only caused ordinary wounds, which I am not unable to handle."

"Then you now..."

—It doesn't seem like they're incapable of handling it at all.

Before uttering those words, Izayoi swallowed them back into her heart.

He had already guessed the reason.

"So that's how it is. This body was already on the verge of collapse? Or rather... if it weren't for you, it would have already collapsed?"

"Indeed... once I leave, this girl probably won't even last five minutes."

After a pause, Rama with the axe reluctantly acknowledged reality.

If she were killed, it would simply be the inevitable outcome. But if she survived, she would naturally and without hesitation decide to stay in this body, which was already quite fragile, even if it might ultimately lead to the worst-case scenario where she and the girl died together.

"In other words, you also have a strong desire to help the host."

Izayoi stroked his chin and concluded that not only did they do their best to protect the host's life, but the fact that Axe-wielding Rama, who had acted so badly just now, was now cooperating with them so well was enough to explain the situation.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that if it weren't for this, Izayoi probably wouldn't have been able to contain such an unexploded nuclear bomb.

"...What a nasty character."

In response to Izayoi's bluntness, Axe-wielding Rama replied with sarcasm instead of affirmation.

"Anyway, I am now the loser... Although I am not one to easily admit defeat, since you say there is a magician who can stop this 'Astra' from going out of control, then I will naturally obediently assume the responsibilities and obligations of a loser."

The two walked along talking, creating a harmonious atmosphere, completely dispelling the tension that had arisen not long ago.

“'Astra'…”

The three people on the upper level of the Little Garden who were following behind and watching the backs of Rama with the axe and Izayoi also heard their conversation and the word.

"I see, so you mean stellar particle bodies?"

Poritivi resolved this doubt. Although she understood the meaning of the word, she did not quite understand its significance from the perspective of a miniature garden.

However, Mikado Shakten was somewhat speechless at Phra Pidti's slowness.

"Hey, the word Astra was originally coined by our Tianbu Jinguang. In the Eastern Indian sphere, it represents weapons, and in the Western European sphere, it represents a new star. It combines the two meanings and is the name of a world-saving weapon forged from the grace of the stars. You can't be unaware of that, can you?"

"Ugh?"