I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

Before he could say anything, the scene before him changed drastically the next moment.

Fujii Ren also felt the ground under his feet.

"here it is……"

Looking around, what comes into view is a beautiful sea of ​​flowers. It looks very beautiful and dreamy.

And through sensing, Fujii Ren also realized the origin of this place.

This is also a corner of Valhalla, which means that he has approached Reinhardt's location again.

The distance to [Seat] is approaching, it’s almost there.

"Stop looking around. Time is running out."

Fujii Ren turned around following the voice, and saw Duanmu Lian who seemed to be looking in a mirror, and a beautiful young man with blond hair and golden eyes, wearing a robe, standing beside her.

Duan Mulian, and... Yizhak.

Although Duanmulian had beaten him up in the Golden Hall before, his original intention was to help him.

This was proven by the fact that the other party saved her life and sent Himuro Reia's soul to her.

In the current situation, even though Fujii Ren and Reinhard are enemies, they still have a common enemy that cannot be ignored.

"Duanmu...what exactly are you going to do?"

Fujii Ren looked at Duanmu Lian, who could be considered a brother, with a slightly complicated expression.

In the previous battle with Reinhard, he heard Isaac's thoughts through Reia Himuro in his body.

He did not refuse the other party's invitation for cooperation.

But he was not quite clear about how to do it specifically.

"To end it all, of course."

Duan Mulian's eyes flashed, and a sneer appeared on his expressionless face. He glanced at Isaac beside him, then looked at Fujii Lian and said, "I don't want to keep repeating the life-and-death struggle in this place. From the singularity just now and from Isaac's narration, I learned the truth of the world, so I plan to march with the Hell Demon Army here."

The three people at the scene had one thing in common.

That is, everyone hates that guy Calcraft.

Based on this, they can cooperate for a short period of time.

As for how to cooperate?

"Reinhard, you are not the one who should fight with all your strength. At least that's what Yizhak and I think."

"So you plan to guide Reinhardt to fight that guy..."

Fujii Ren's expression was a little complicated, but there was no rejection in her eyes or even in her heart.

After all, whether it's Reinhard or that guy Melkrius.

They all made him feel repulsive and disgusted.

Seeing those two lousy guys fighting each other, Fujii Ren would probably be so happy that she would want to open some champagne to celebrate.

"The one who really needs to guide is you, not us. We can't do it."

Seeing that Fujii Lian had no intention of refusing, Duanmu Lian nodded and told him what he needed to do.

They need Reinhard to awaken into a true golden beast, only then can he stand against the mercury serpent.

Fujii Ren didn't say anything, but her eyes were shining slightly.

It was just right for Reinhardt and Melkrius to fight. If one of them killed the other, he could take advantage of the situation and finish him off.

But the only thing to note is that if Reinhard kills Melkrius.

And if he took the opportunity to kill Reinhard, who would control the Seat?

Anyway, Fujii Ren thought that his terrible [reasoning] was not worthy of being placed on the [seat] and allowed to [flow] out of everything.

What would the world under the throne be like if there was no replacement for God?

The answer is simple.

If the tyrannical god on the throne is killed and no new tyrannical god takes the throne, it would be equivalent to the entire world being without roots.

The death of the Lord of the Seat means that the source of the "principle" of all things has been cut off.

The laws will remain the same, and the laws will remain in a stagnant form.

However, without the source of the Overlord God, no new life will be born in the world.

Fujii Ren doesn't know all this yet.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Reinhardt fell into the singularity, and his consciousness fell into a place as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Uh--"

The spiritual will awakens between trance and confusion and comes back to consciousness.

The first thing Reinhardt felt was the reality of his entire body rapidly being peeled off and melted away.

It's like someone having a pleasant dream and suddenly wakes up at the critical moment.

It's like a fish swimming freely in the sea, being suddenly thrown onto land without water.

This is the case with Reinhardt at this moment.

His 'awakening' was accompanied by an unprecedented feeling of unpleasantness... and discomfort.

Reinhardt sat up straight and glanced around at the surrounding scene.

The scenery that comes into view is a stale daily routine that is so familiar that it cannot be more familiar.

Mountains of documents and reports, a typewriter from this era, and cold tea were placed on the table without a trace of steam.

This scene was Reinhardt's daily life as a human.

Reinhard Heydrich, as the SS National Deputy Commander and Police General, and the Chief of the Gestapo, is here, and the scenery in front of you belongs to his office.

"…Did I fall asleep?"

Reinhardt rubbed his temple and looked down at the table, where there was an obviously half-written document.

He looked at the watch on his wrist again. He thought he had probably slept for... about ten minutes?

After confirming that he had indeed fallen asleep, Reinhardt sighed softly, then looked at the mirror in the office, gazing at himself in the mirror with short blond hair and blue eyes with an indifferent expression.

I always feel that the self in the mirror is unreal.

It was as if he was not supposed to be this 'ordinary' human being.

Reinhardt, who was puzzled by the thought, shook his head. What was he thinking? Wasn't he like this?

He forced himself to get back into his normal working state and indifferently resumed the task at hand.

I browsed through the remaining documents, then picked up my pen and wrote, editing on the typewriter, silently repeating the simple work tasks, without any changes every day.

Scandals, repression, regulation, manipulation of public information, etc.

This is a job that anyone can do, he just does it the best.

As long as you have good physical strength, don't rest, and use your brain more flexibly than usual to do this job, it should be simple and easy to do, right?

For Reinhardt, that’s it.

Simple and boring, trite and ordinary.

In such daily life, he has no motivation and enthusiasm, and just does small things that he can do easily.

"In that boring dream, I actually became the Lord of Hell?"

Reinhardt, who was multitasking while handling the task at hand, suddenly laughed.

He remembered the dream he had just had when he fell asleep. He became the king of the tomb and led the army of the dead.

I have to say, this is a really funny story, but there has to be a limit to absurdity.

That's not just the boy's fantasy of being omnipotent, it's simply a crazy idea.

In other words, it was like a mentally ill patient with a brain disease who saw himself ruling the world.

Of course, Reinhardt's description may be somewhat inaccurate.

If he knew the term "Chuunibyou" from the Japanese island nation, he would understand that this term is more appropriate to describe it.

Although it was a bad dream, but...

"But I laughed..."

Reinhardt raised his hand and gently stroked the corner of his mouth. When he recalled the dream, he did smile.

Are you amused by your own naivety and absurdity?

Probably not. Maybe it’s because I work too much and the pressure is too great.

After all, I have never had a good rest.

However, since you were born, when you think back to the past, have you ever laughed from the bottom of your heart?

That memory is as vague as if it didn't exist.

He considered himself a boring man, without any passion or motivation, just repeating the life activities called survival.

"...Can a dream make me laugh to that extent?"

Reinhardt was not talking about his current self, but the self in the previous dream who was smiling with satisfaction.

The long golden hair fluttered like the sideburns of a wild beast, the blazing eyes were like cast gold, sparkling with a scorching glow, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was so twisted.

That kind of satisfied smile shouldn't appear on a boring man like me.

That smile, like that of a king looking down on everything, and that overlooking gaze, like that of a god or devil, can be said to be a true fantasy.

[Because life in reality is so boring, do you want to escape from reality and rush to fantasy? 】

This absurd idea that broke the reality made Reinhardt feel that his outdated thinking was self-righteous.

Is it your true wish to leave humanity, fall into the devil's way, and become the lord of the demon army?

dong dong! !

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Reinhardt's thoughts and brought him back to reality.

"……come in."

Reinhardt turned his eyes away from the paper and looked up at the office door.

Now, he has transformed his awareness of desk work into his daily duties.

click!

After the door opened, a Gestapo captain in military uniform walked in and saluted Reinhard very formally.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant General, I have something to tell you..."

"To make a long story short, as you can see, I have a lot of reports to look at. If it's urgent, report it quickly. I'm pressed for time."

Reinhardt waved his hand to stop the official tone of the person in front of him.

And his voice also drew the other party's attention to the pile of documents on the table.

The captain showed no emotion at all in response to Reinhardt's blunt words. He straightened his back and replied:

"In fact, just now, something happened to the President..."

Zhila! ! !

Listening to the report from the person in front of him, Reinhardt frowned, and it seemed as if dense electric currents flashed through his head.

He seemed to be recalling something, not like a memory of the past, nor like a prediction of the future.

It’s just… I feel like this scene is familiar, as if I’ve experienced it before.

Even though the person in front of him stopped talking, he knew what had happened.

On November 1939, 11, the German President and Chancellor encountered a mysterious explosion while giving a speech.

and so……