I am a mindless machine.

But the girl couldn't kill even one person, because Yunyou wouldn't like herself that way, and she herself secretly resented such a thing happening. The traces of the past could never be completely erased; the words she had roared at her father back then were still firmly etched in her heart.

Therefore, the world must be at peace no matter what.

So she could only vent her anger on one person—she hated the war itself, and she also hated her own weakness and powerlessness.

So she devised a way to kill the God of War with her own death, so that the world could achieve its so-called peace.

The 1053rd.

The girl murmured to herself as if pouring out her heart.

Then, the agony of death descended upon them once again.

...

...

How much time has passed? The setting sun doesn't know.

This space is composed of evil, existing independently of the world, time, space, and power. Everything here is blurred and indistinct.

It was like a nightmare.

She no longer knows how many times she has died. Her consciousness lost its clarity after the twenty-five-seven-four-ninth time, and she is like a machine, endlessly repeating the actions that bring about death, driven by the obsession brought about by her identity as pure evil.

—Torn apart by the claws of the orcs—

—Dragged into the deep sea by marine species and crushed by water pressure—

—After being infected by a vampire, they were literally baked to death in the sunlight—

—Deprived of all air and suffocated to death—

—Poisoned to death by an unknown venomous creature—

--die.

--die.

--die.

--die.

--die.

--die.

—Endless death.

The boundaries of suffering are blurred, consciousness is melted, the body is evaporated, and the soul is crushed.

But it's okay, everything is alright now.

My promise to her... I absolutely must keep it.

—Huh? A promise? —A promise with whom?

—Strange... He should be a very important person... But....

Who is that person...?

In her dazed state, the darkness seemed to fade away without her noticing, and then, it seemed as if a sound appeared in the girl's ears.

It was a planet-shaking tremor—it swept across the heavens and earth in an instant, as if commanding all living beings to obey a decree, and the voice that belonged to the strongest divine species in the world spoke.

"So this is defeat—I see. Although the way the duel was unexpected, it was indeed a fair and square battle that I enjoyed."

The bewildered girl tilted her head. Whose voice was that? And who was it speaking to?

"You can be proud now, girl who used your power to kill me in the end, driven by your obsession. And the weakest one who overturned this entire chessboard—you are truly the strongest enemies."

As these words were spoken, the crimson sky was bathed in endless white light.

Then, a few seconds later, another terrifying power suddenly erupted. It was as if a torrent of light, seemingly piercing the entire world, burst forth from the ground and shot into the sky, forming a magnificent pillar of light, like a white spear thrust into the ground.

That was the source of power that could shape this world, and at the same time, easily destroy everything in it—the appearance of the Elf Corridor erupting.

That power enveloped the entire world in an instant, and the girl could only kneel helplessly on the ground, staring blankly at everything that was happening. At this moment, she could no longer understand what was going on. The murmurs of the evil spirits that had never stopped in her mind seemed to be stunned by this power, ceasing their endless wailing.

As if driven by an unknown force, the girl's body shifted in an instant, and she left the unfamiliar island where she was originally, appearing in the air, standing in a place where she could observe everything and watch the world change.

The blood-red sky was swept away by an invisible force, leaving behind a clear, azure expanse; white clouds shone with a pure white light under the sunlight; the desolate mountains, ravaged by various forces, were rebuilt, with flowers, grasses, and trees growing rapidly on them; the spirit remains that once covered the earth dissipated, and a comfortable breeze gently swept across the girl's snow-white face, causing her short, black and blue hair to flutter in the wind.

This world gave the girl a strange sense of familiarity.

There is no doubt that something has changed this world.

That should be enough, right?

The girl wondered to herself, whether she was talking to someone or simply talking to herself.

Then, feeling her body fall uncontrollably, she slowly closed her eyes. The voice that had never stopped in her mind also disappeared into nothingness.

I've fulfilled my promise...

Before her consciousness left her body, the girl seemed to hear some sound again.

It was a strange declaration, yet it resonated throughout the world.

"The so-called 'sixteen races' that claim to possess intelligence—!"

—A myth that would later be passed down by word of mouth began to unfold at this moment.

Postscript and Summary, and Thoughts on the Success (Listing)

I had already typed almost three thousand words. But after finishing and thinking about it—wait a minute, why am I trying to play the victim? What do my own experiences and thoughts have to do with this book?

Yes, so I deleted it all. After all, those things really have nothing to do with this book.

What readers need to do is very simple. It's not about empathizing with the author or thinking how hard the author works or how great they are... All readers need to do is read the book.

If you like it, please vote, recommend, or tip to motivate the author to write better and more diligently. If you don't like it, just leave and unfavorite it. It's that simple.

My sole responsibility as the author is to strive to write a good story and try to make it better and better.

My talent isn't great; I've been writing for almost ten months and I'm still just as bad. But I'm only seventeen... If I keep writing, I'll probably be able to write a decent story someday.

Anyway... this book will be available tomorrow.

So I rushed to finish the first volume recently, at a rate of about three chapters a day, and gave it an ending that could serve as a conclusion.

If things fall apart later on, just consider that the ending. Then decisively unsubscribe and cancel your favorites – that's the whole process. No need for criticism, let's part ways amicably. Of course, if you want to offer suggestions, that's welcome, although you might not necessarily accept them.

Well... I won't say any more, there's no point in saying more.

The original plan was to write about My Hero Academia next, but I chose it over Kill la Kill because Kill la Kill is all about playing the dark side, while My Hero Academia has more room for maneuver. However, it seems the number of people who have reacted back to this story has exceeded my expectations.

Fine.

Then let's change it to "One-Punch Man". With a little thought, I can still write what I want. Although the power level issue is a bit troublesome, that's the author's problem, not yours.

It's basically about stretching the timeline significantly back to before the story begins.

I don't know if I can write it well, but I will try my best.

By the way, what would you like to see in the next world? I'll add it now.

Because of the vote-rigging in the previous voting, I'm too lazy to open it. I'll ask around for the subsequent chapters and see what the response is.

First: A Certain Magical Index

P.S.: Before you start criticizing a book in the book review section, remember to throw a razor blade first to get some basic fan value or something. I hate those who start criticizing without having added it to their favorites, given it anything, or subscribed. If I encounter them in the future, I will basically deal with them with a ban and deletion package.

P.S. 2: Although this is a fanfiction with an infinite flow, I prefer to write original stories within the original world setting, just like the pattern of this first volume.

You can think of it as me riding the wave of popularity from fanfiction to write original content.

After all, with my writing skills, an original work would flop.

Prologue: This is Where We Begin Again (Part 1)

Yun You opened her eyes, stared at the scene before her, and immediately became dazed.

What comes into view is a pure white space.

Whether above or below, everything within sight is an unrecognizable expanse of pure white. It's like being in a dream; every place is hazy and dreamlike, beyond the grasp of space and time. It's as if this is a place that transcends all existence.

That white wasn't true white—it was merely the result of being unable to perceive it because our vision was obscured. That sense of ambiguity was like covering something with a white veil; although we could recognize that there was definitely something behind the veil, our brain could only provide the superficial information of white.

However, the fact that she could recognize this was already very strange.

Am I still alive?

Such a thought flashed through Yun You's mind for a moment, but she immediately dismissed the possibility. It was an impossible situation to save her; her body was over 90% damaged, and her most important core had melted under the ravages of that torrent of light. The fact that the setting sun had allowed her to regain consciousness was due to the powerful effect of time reversal, but after that... her death was inevitable.

Moreover, according to her plan, the setting sun should have already drained her of all her soul (blood). Only in this way could she maximize her chances of reaching the level of a god. She was so intelligent; she couldn't possibly misunderstand her meaning.

So... what's the situation now?

Yun You wanted to turn her head to check on her current physical condition. However, she immediately realized she couldn't do it. She couldn't even move a finger, let alone turn her head. It was as if a custom-made, transparent cage was tightly binding and locking her body, completely restricting her movement.

Even Yun You couldn't help but feel a little confused by this inexplicable situation.

But her attention was immediately diverted—because someone appeared.

It was a young girl.

Although her slender and petite body was completely enveloped in the same white as her surroundings, making her appear like a blurry phantom, Yun You could still vaguely understand this fact the moment she saw her.

She appeared in this white space without warning, yet it didn't feel out of place at all.

It was as if this space was an integral part of her being.

"Nice to meet you, Yunyou-chan."

The girl spoke lightly, her voice as beautiful and melodious as a nightingale's, with a hint of obvious mischief in her tone. She skipped a few steps and came to Yun You's side, leaning her upper body down, her unreadable face seemingly smiling, and asked softly, "Hey, I'm asking you—do you want to be resurrected?"

She brought her head close to Yun You's cheek and whispered softly, like the whisper of a demon from the abyss.

"If you agree, they can immediately begin the procedures for your resurrection, right?"