Offer blocks to the end times

This place resembles the ruins of an ancient city, with undulating walls and pillars, interspersed with roads and suspension bridges floating in the air, covered with vines.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the towering ruins and pillars, reaching heights of tens of meters, were constructed from bookshelves, densely covered with books, with many lanterns floating around them, creating a truly fantastical scene.

“Jibril…” Kong looked helplessly at the books flying around him, but Jibril smiled and looked around. “Don’t worry, Master, the owner here is the person who approved the ‘Book Ownership Law’.”

"A law for the common ownership of books?" Thousand Hands asked in confusion. Jibril looked around with a sarcastic expression. "A law established to eliminate duplicate books. The method is to collect all the books of the Skywing race, keep only one copy, and destroy all duplicates!"

"Huh?!" Senju was speechless for a moment. "Don't you guys make backups?! Aren't you afraid they'll get corrupted? Speaking of which, a lot of them just went bad!"

"Hehe, I believe she considered all sorts of possibilities before approving it. Of course, she must also have a broad mind and be able to forgive my mistakes, even if there are magical books or forbidden books that cannot be copied, or the only original book in the world!"

"Are you a demon?" Thousand Hands scoffed. "How could she possibly agree to let you see it if you do this? Let me play a game with the owner of this place first and rescue this library!"

"Huh?" Jibril shook her head helplessly. "You're really impatient. But her book is a Skywing's book, and I am a Skywing, so her book is also my book."

"Hmm?" Senju looked at her, nodded, and then started rambling, "So, you're going to give me these books?!"

"..." Jibril looked at Senju speechlessly, and then a figure suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​books in the distance, "Ahhh, the bookshelves I just tidied up!"

"Wow!" The surrounding people exclaimed in surprise. She was a Skywing race with emerald hair and heterochromatic yellow and blue eyes, but the halo around her head...

It looks more complex than Jibril's, with mysterious patterns above and below her right eye.

“Azriel, huh?” Senju looked at the beautiful girl speechlessly. She had obtained the memories from the Skywing race she had killed before. This girl was the first Skywing race to be created, but all the Skywing races regarded her as an idiot!

However, she looked like she was about to cry, busily collecting books in the air, which looked quite cute. Then she landed next to Jibril and rushed over, "Waaah~ Jibril is so mean, meow~"

*Smack!* Jibril grabbed Azriel's head and threw her away. "Master, let me introduce you. She is the Speaker of the Eighteen Wings Council of Abandheim, who approved the evil law of the world, the 'Law of Shared Books,' and the Acting Representative of the Entire Wing with the final decision-making power. She is Senior Azriel."

"As expected of Unit-01," Senju said speechlessly, looking at the girl whose upper body was buried in the pile of books and who was not moving at all. This was not the first time he had imagined!

While Senju was sighing, she had already hugged Jibril and kept rubbing her face against her, "Meow~ Little Jibril is so naughty~ You just left and came back, you can't bear to leave your sister!"

"Hehe, Azriel-senpai, I've brought someone who knows the truth about the death of the God of War, Arthas," Jibril said with a smile. Azriel froze for a moment, then seemed not to hear, "Meow haha, didn't I say it wasn't senpai, it's 'older sister'~"

Chapter 1191 The Myths of the Past

“Besides, how can you believe what a monkey says?” Azriel flew around Jibril quickly, looking completely foolish. Thousand Hands had a premonition that if it weren’t for the Ten Covenants, she would have killed everyone present just now!

Senju suddenly fell silent. It seemed that others weren't interested in his news. So, was this prejudice? He had been very friendly.

"Alas!" Senju sighed, his aura gradually surging, a wind slowly rose around him, and then space began to distort. "Wings of Artochius, pay homage to the divine countenance!"

"Crack!" Dark clouds surged across the blue sky outside, crackling with endless lightning. Then, a bolt of lightning struck down, and Senju slowly floated up. "Now, can you believe me?"

"A god?!" Azriel was so frightened that she hugged Jibril tightly, rubbing her face against Jibril's. "Is this the otherworldly god you were talking about, the one who knew the reason for Lord Artshu's defeat? How scary! Jibril, please comfort me!"

"Uh," Senju looked at her speechlessly. Was she being looked down upon because she wasn't a god-type here? The trembling figures huddled together beside her also complained, "How scary! But why is the Skywing race's plenipotentiary agent even more of a pervert than Jibril?!"

"Brother, do you have the right to say such things?" Bai said sarcastically in a cold voice. Qian Shou shook his head. What did that mean? He had created such a grand scene, yet no one paid any attention to him. He waved his hand, and the surrounding scenery instantly vanished. "Ugh...what a waste of emotion!"

Meanwhile, Digipriel, whose face was being rubbed by the high speed, looked at her coldly. "Senior Azriel, you should discuss Lord Altshu's matter with this deity. I need to look at the books here with my masters!"

"I refuse, meow~ Unless you call me sister, I refuse all your requests, meow~" Azriel ignored Senju and continued to pester Jibril.

Jibril looked impatient. "If you explain why you keep rubbing your cheek against mine and grant us permission to look through the books, then I'll consider it."

"Because Jibril is so cute! That concludes my explanation. I also grant permission to meow!! Okay, come on, call me 'big sister'." She said, hugging her, but Jibril used spatial teleportation to easily dodge her hand.

"Then, Master, I have obtained her permission. Please feel free to read. Senior Azriel, please go over there and discuss other matters with Lady Senju." Jibril stepped aside, causing Azriel, who was rubbing her face against him, to fall to the ground. "How...how outrageous!! Little Jibril broke her promise to her sister, meow~"

“I said I would consider it, and after considering it, I choose not to call her that,” Jibril said, flipping through a book on Blank. Senju shook her head speechlessly, picked up a book, and started reading. After a short while, she exclaimed in surprise, “Hmm?! Hatirem? There are quite a few names that are similar, like Bram and such…”

Thousand Hands is currently reading a book of myths and legends. In the past, there were two of the strongest, the god-type "God of War" Altshu and the dragon-type "Ultimate Dragon" Hatirem, who confronted each other on a high peak called the Scorching Throne.

The battle between the two caused a cataclysmic upheaval, and even the slightest aftershock transformed the peak into a strait called the Roaring Rift. In the end, the God of War slew the Dragon at the very top of this original world.

Senju continued reading, and it mentioned the Dragon Essence Seed. The Dragon Essence Seed mentioned here was very different from the 'Dragon Essence Seed' that Senju made casually.

The dragon language here is a kind of magic, a 'command' to all things in the universe. If the dragon says 'die,' everything will die. If the dragon says 'shatter,' everything will turn to dust.

Dragon Essence Language is a remnant of the power that created the world, the most primordial language of the planet. It has countless other names, such as 'omnipotent language' and 'language of creation,' and frequently appears in legends.

The field is widely known, but only the Dragon Spirit species truly understand the Dragon Spirit language.

The dragon spirits here can reflect the power of the past and the future, concentrating the power of the present, past, and future into a single time period to gain power equivalent to infinity. However, this also breaks their own closed spacetime loop, allowing an attack to be sent in. This attack can then be reflected infinitely within the dragon's spacetime, ultimately leading to the dragon's destruction.

"Interesting, but it seems somewhat familiar," Senju thought, looking at the records in the book. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He could let Rem acquire the concept of 'Ultimate Dragon' Hattirem, allowing her to obtain the power and concept of the Ultimate Dragon. But Ram, could he really let her acquire Bram's concept?! That was a far cry from the ideal!

Senju's eyes flashed, and the fundamental concept of this world unfolded before him. He immediately found the concept of the dragon, and then found an extremely dim and enormous dragon within it. However, this one no longer had a master. Senju waved his hand and put the shadow away. This was the concept of the ultimate dragon Hatirem, but it had already suffered a devastating blow, leaving only a trace of its shadow.

After looking at the shadow for a while, Senju suddenly realized that this was the remnant of the 'critical point' in the Date A Live world. The so-called Dragon Seeds were just the interference of these world eggs on the main world, only they were more systematic.

Senju looked at the shadow in his hand and began to deal with it. It took him quite a while to cleanse the mark of the final dragon and Altshu's attack, leaving only a huge world egg and an endless time loop.

Then Senju cut this cycle out of this world and merged it into his own world, imprinted it with his own mark, and after kneading it for a while, turned it into a spirit crystal, which he planned to give to Rem as a gift later. However, Senju looked at Ram, who was flipping through a book on the side.

Speaking of which, what he's hiding is pretty good, it's a pity he's in a weakened state now. In his prime, he could even fool himself. Giving it to Ram wouldn't be a loss. However, his talent lies in his soul, and Senju thinks he could exchange his talent for the blood of the vampire progenitor, of course, through a game.

Azriel was still whining and whining around Jibril, seemingly not caring at all about the so-called cause of Altshu's death. But in reality, she was panicking. No matter how much Jibril urged her to go and discuss things with Senju, she pretended to be stupid and kept pestering Jibril to talk about the past.

Now they've even targeted the Blank siblings, saying, "You're the one who stole our adorable Xiao Ji away, meow?"

Chapter 1192 The Agreement of the Competition

"Ha, you actually said that a virgin stole his love? Your question is really hard to answer," Sora said with a righteous look. Senju watched them perform a play speechlessly and patted the side of her. "Abantheim, tell me, why doesn't Azriel come to me? I was planning to reveal the cause of Altshu's death regardless of winning or losing."

"..." The body was the fantasy species of this area, which remained silent there. Just now, when the Thousand Hands were collecting the concept of the final dragon, they also saw the fantasy species Abantheim, which was this city! However, most of their consciousness was in Azriel's body.

"By the way, have you ever heard of the Forced Game Right?" Senju continued flipping through the book. "That's a concept I acquired in another world. It allows you to force others to play games. Of course, if I used that, I should change my name to Demon King."

“She doesn’t have that authority. If we’re going to gamble with racial pawns, it must first go through a vote in the Eighteen Wings Council,” a calm voice rang out from the side. “The Council will agree…”

"But I won't allow it!" Azriel, who was entangled with Blank and Jibril, suddenly appeared beside Senju. "I won't let you destroy the meaning of my sisters' lives!"

"?" Senju looked at her, feeling a sense of familiarity with the expression on her face. He reached out and touched her head, his eyes gazing into the past. "So that's how it is. So, the search for Altshu's cause of death is the spiritual support for the continued existence of the entire Skywing race? But..."

Senju looked at Jibril, who was flipping through a book with Blank, and asked, "Do you think she'll commit suicide after she learns the cause of Altshu's death?"

“Little Ji would never do that,” Azriel shook her head violently, knocking Senju’s hand away, then glared at Senju angrily, “Little Ji, who dares to talk back to me and Lord Altshu, would never serve a mere human, just because of an alliance, meow!”

"So, how about we play a little game? Let me show you why Jibril worships these two as kings," Thousand Hands said enticingly, waving his finger. "If we find the reason, it'll be easier to persuade people, won't it?"

“This…” Azriel hesitated there. Thousand Hands looked at her and shook his head slightly. “It’s a pity. You really haven’t changed much since six thousand years ago, but Jibril has improved. If you don’t improve, you will only be abandoned. Even the weapons that kill gods will be eliminated.”

“Me!” Azriel was still hesitating when Thousand Hands stretched out his hand. “Well then, if you want to know everything, let’s play a game of rock-paper-scissors. I’ll put paper on the board now. If you want to know, then let’s play the game and swear an oath to the covenant.”

“Swear an oath to the covenant,” Azriel hesitated for a moment, then extended her scissors. Thousand Hands nodded and gave her a ball of light containing Jibril and Blank playing a word-chain game.

The scene of the play, and the scene of Jibril's final surrender.

“This is it!” Azriel looked incredulous. Senju nodded. “That’s right. This is the new master that Jibril found for the Winged Race. Since you committed suicide because the Winged Race lost its meaning, you now have a new meaning. And after knowing the cause of Altshu’s death, you will definitely agree with Jibril’s choice even more.”

"You wouldn't be thinking of taking over the Skywing race, would you?!" Azriel looked at Senju warily. Senju shook his head with a wry smile. "Heh, how could that be? Absolutely not! And I'll tell you whether I win or lose."

"What I want are the books here. What use are you Skywing races?" Thousand Hands rolled his eyes inwardly. Having analyzed the Skywing race, he could have created the same race long ago. Moreover, a long time ago, he had even made one, but it seemed that, since it was useless, he had thrown it to the Fairy House.

"I just want you to collect this knowledge," Senju waved his hand, glancing at Blank and the others who were looking over. "Let's talk about it after they've used it up."

"Phew," Azriel's eyes lit up, her smile returning, her eyes gleaming. "So, what game are we going to play? It's not going to be rock-paper-scissors again, is it?"

"Of course not," Senju shook his head slightly, frowning for a moment, as if he knew too many methods. "Forget it, how about we play rock-paper-scissors? You lose to me, how about that?"

"..." Azriel looked at Senju speechlessly, "If they already tell us the outcome, what's the point of playing the game?"

"Uh..." Senju was equally speechless. "So, if you're saying I covet—no, I mean I'm very interested in knowledge—I'll offer one hundred million books as a price to exchange for all the books and knowledge of the Skywing race."

“Ha,” Azriel chuckled dismissively, “books mean nothing to us. If we win, then prove to us whether he is worthy of Jibril’s service!”

"Fine, fine, you guys can't possibly win anyway," Senju said casually. Azriel looked at Senju speechlessly, "Huh?!"

“Ahem, I mean, your new master is very worthy of serving,” Senju quickly corrected himself, “If you win, I will personally test them!”

“A trial by the gods? I look forward to it,” Azriel nodded to the side, then teleported to a mountain of books, where she watched Blank and the others flipping through the pages.

"Hmph," Senju snorted coldly. Did he really think he was guaranteed to win? But how? Various games he had seen in the Little Garden flashed through Senju's mind, but the ones that came to mind were those of the Demon King Leticia, hmm, he'd save that for Bram; the Black Death Demon King's Game; the Duel of the Creators; the Final Trial of Humanity, and so on.

Hmm, should we design an impossibly difficult final trial for humanity? Or should we let them witness the might of the Heroic Spirits? Or should we have them engage in a duel with the people of Gensokyo?

Senju was confident he could win all of these, except for rock-paper-scissors and chess. Simply put, he was good at fighting with strength rather than strategy. Thinking of this, Senju remembered that the Skywing species were actually very combative, and he immediately came up with a solution.

"I might as well just fight them. Anyway, fighting within the rules of the game won't result in anyone dying." Having come up with this terrible idea, Thousand Hands looked at the group of people reading books on the side. There must be at least several million books here. How long will it take for these few people to finish reading them?!

"Sora, do you need help?" Senju flashed over and poked Sora, who was frowning and reading a book. Sora nodded. "I do need help. I was planning to ask the Winged Races for help, but I don't have much hope for this place. Steve's side is more likely to have clues. They have the spirit of the former king there."

Chapter 1193 Showing Off Wealth and Power

“Uh,” Senju looked at him helplessly, “then why did you come here to look for me?!”

"I'm just here to see who I'll be recruiting in the future," Sora said with a smile. Senju rolled his eyes. Why didn't he just say it was the Skywing race? "Fine, I'll find you a book about the Sea-dwelling race. In return, if I lose to the Skywing race, you'll have to agree to a trial by me."

"Well," Kong looked troubled, but a smile appeared in his heart. Challenging the Skywing Clan, huh? Lord Senju, this is the reason for your defeat!

Senju, completely oblivious, rolled her eyes. "So, you're quite the con artist when it comes to extorting money!" she thought. "As compensation, I can give you one of the vampires..."

As she spoke, Senju pointed at Bram, "That means he'll be fine. Turn him into a real vampire, of course, after you've subdued the vampires."

"Well," Kong scratched his head sheepishly, then became excited, "Can't I have it?! Duke of the Night, noble vampire..."

"Uh..." Senju looked speechlessly at Sora, who had suddenly gone into a frenzy. All he wanted to do was exchange Bram's illusion talent!

Sora made a ruckus for a while, startling Bram. Then Sora suddenly calmed down. "So, in other words, I will only participate in the trial if Lord Senju loses the match against the Winged Race. But the conditions you promised me, Lord Senju, have nothing to do with the outcome of this match, right?"

“That’s right,” Senju nodded, then continued, “By the way, Lord Senju will also help us find all the books about sea creatures here, right?”

“Indeed,” Senju nodded again, then chuckled, “So, since this place contains countless reference books and countless hidden world knowledge, how can I promise my future subordinates that I will lose it?!”

"Oh~" Senju looked him up and down. So he also had his eye on this library, this database that was so important to his conquest of the world. "But I will definitely win. After I win, you can borrow books from the library too."

“I’m afraid it won’t be easy to win,” Sora said with a smile. Senju nodded. “It is indeed not easy, so I want to have a battle game with the Skywing. I’ll throw a star as a test first, and then throw a supernova or something. That should be about right.”

"..." Kong stood there dumbfounded. "Do you know how big a star is?! White!"

"If we consider it in the context of the sun, its diameter is approximately..."

"**A kilometer, equivalent to 109 times the diameter of Earth; its volume is approximately 130 million times that of Earth..." Bai calmly stated the data for the sun. Thousand Hands nodded. "Hmm, it's indeed not very large, only a little over a hundred times the size of Earth. Perhaps the Skywing races can withstand it."

"..." The Blank siblings stared at Senju with dead fish eyes. There was no way to communicate between them. What kind of thing could withstand the sun? Anyway, Senju had no idea.

He only knew that the divine species here were equivalent to four-digit beings in the Little Garden, while Tetu was only a three-digit being over there. They should have a way to deal with the sun, after all, an ordinary sun is easy to deal with, it's not a dense aggregate of laws.

“Alright, it seems we have no choice but to agree,” Sora shrugged, then stretched out his hand. “Please, Lord Senju, let us see how you find information about marine species in so many books.”

“Of course, it’s actually quite simple,” Senju nodded, then pulled out a sack full of magic scrolls and started tearing them apart. “Intelligence Acquisition, Designated Intelligence Acquisition, Intelligence Search, Intelligence Gathering…”

Waves of magical energy spread outwards, and gradually some books in the vicinity lit up, then slowly flew over and arranged themselves there.

Fortunately, there were still bookshelves here, otherwise, if Senju had taken away so many books, this library would have collapsed. But the books here are quite densely packed. Looking at the books in front of him, which were over two meters high and dozens of meters long and wide, he knelt down and thought, "When will I ever finish reading all these books?!"