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Senior Xiaoyuan: What? I don't understand. That's strange.

Kazuma Sato: Is it because it's too easy?

Senior Xiaoyuan: It's possible... If it's too simple, I really won't understand it.

stranger:……

Your situation is absurd. You can easily create rules-based systems, but you have absolutely no idea how to create technology-based systems.

Hugh: It should be possible to copy it.

Stranger: Copy?

Shubi: Hmm, as a transformed creature, I can completely withstand the impact of the exploding planet.

Tatsumi: No, Amo. Why do you want to buy it? Can't you just borrow it? It's only for one use, and it's free...

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Hill: Pfft!

Ningguang: Your money is so easy to earn.

Stranger: Ah—! One million! I bought nothing!! (Boohoo) (Boohoo) (JPG)

Xiaoyuan-senpai: Pfft!

Homura Akemi: I knew it... *covers face*

Kaneki Ken: We can't even come close to Amo's talent!

Kirito: Ah... This reminds me of when I was a newbie, buying everything I could, and then discovering that doing quests would reward me with rewards... *facepalm*

Stranger: RNM! Artesius!!

Senior Xiaoyuan: She's starting to take her anger out on others.

Ningguang: I can understand. I hate this kind of pain of losing money the most.

Stranger: Enough said! I got it! Let's fucking bang our heads against the wall!!

Shubi: ...

Kaneki Ken: ...

Tatsumi: ...

Sato Kazuma:......

……

That day, Jibril appeared before Altshu with an oily face and told him what had happened.

"Is that so? I've finally waited for this day? This is what they mean by the weakest challenging the strongest.

Artes's expectant voice echoed around them, something that might not have been noticed under normal circumstances.

However, Jibril had shrunk, meaning that the opponent defeated Jibril using Sky Strike.

"Lord Artesius, is this really appropriate?" Azriel asked respectfully, kneeling before Artesius.

“There’s no such thing as suitable or unsuitable. I’ve been the strongest for too long, and now is the time I’ve been waiting for.”

"..."

Damn monkeys!

Azriel's face darkened, her heart filled with displeasure. Her loyalty to the God of War was absolute, and she was extremely unhappy to see someone overstepping his bounds.

……

On the other side, Leng Mo, carrying BFG on his back, walked through the hills with a pained expression.

The agreed location is just ahead. All we have to do is wait for the God of War to show his face, fire a shot, and then go home for dinner.

"Wait a minute! Something's not right!"

"What's wrong now?" Senior Madoka asked strangely, while Kaneki, Kazuma, Tatsumi, and Kirito turned to look at Leng Mo.

"No, no! We're here to end the war, right? Right?!" Leng Mo asked in a panic.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Ningguang asked curiously, a pipe dangling from her lips.

"The goal of ending the war is to obtain the Star Grail, right? We killed the God of War, but the Star Grail isn't appearing... What are we even doing here?"

Leng Mo stared blankly at the people around him, somewhat unsure of what he was doing.

"Ah this..."

"This……"

"Doesn't it mean..."

"We killed the God of War, but it didn't do any good?"

In an instant, everyone realized what was happening and looked at each other blankly and bewilderedly.

As a result, Leng Mo stomped her feet in anger and started yelling at everyone:

"Holy crap! Which idiot said they were going to kill the God of War?!"

The next second, everyone stared at Leng Mo without saying a word, everything was understood without being spoken.

then……

"What?! The idiot is me?!"

Leng Mo was stunned. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was indeed the first one to propose a one-on-one duel with the God of War.

Chapter 240 What did you just say? What attack?

"So you finally realized it?" Homura Akemi couldn't help but retort with certainty when she saw Leng Mo so confidently calling her an idiot.

"Let's not even talk about me being an idiot, what do we do now?" Leng Mo looked at the big guys around him with a blank expression.

"Wow, you're not even going to deny being an idiot?" Jinmu stared wide-eyed at Leng Mo, momentarily speechless. Leng Mo was far too self-aware, it was almost absurd. So accurate, in fact, that he stood there scratching his head, utterly speechless.

"..." Ningguang was speechless at this situation. She had never seen anyone so bold as to admit that they were an idiot.

"So, God of War, are we still going to fight?" Senior Xiaoyuan was also a little confused.

Riku, however, offered a positive suggestion: "Let's avoid fighting if we can, after all, our goal is the Star Grail."

"Yes." Shubi held Riku's hand with certainty, she wasn't particularly keen on fighting without a purpose.

Leng Mo, however, sensed that things weren't going to go well. Even if he didn't go looking for trouble with the God of War, the God of War wouldn't just sit idly by once the Star Cup came out, and they would still have to confront each other.

"I don't think that will work. Once the Star Grail comes out, the God of War will definitely come and snatch it... Riku and Shubi, it's hurtful to say, but you might not be qualified to touch the Star Grail... We're not interested in that thing. In the end... there's still no solution. This is difficult..."

At this point, Leng Mo felt a little upset. This Star Cup was outrageous; it was released but people weren't allowed to touch it.

“How could this be…” Riku’s eyes widened upon hearing this. It was the first time he had heard this explanation, but upon reflection, it made sense.

"That's true. The Star Cup, which even gods would fight over, is certainly not something a monkey like me could touch..."

He was somewhat disappointed, his face full of a bitter smile, as if he had finally gotten close to victory, only to be told directly by the referee that he was not qualified to win first place.

This negates all his efforts and struggles.

"Riku..." Shubi tightened her grip on Riku's hand when she saw his sorrowful expression.

“I’m fine, Shubi. I’m just a little… a little…”

Touched by his inner resentment, Riku finally couldn't hold back anymore. He felt a breakdown, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Cry like a child.

"Why...why are we humans not qualified? If we're not qualified, why do humans even exist in this world...? Countless tragedies, countless victims, what is all of this for..."

Riku loudly questioned the world: if humans are not qualified, then why were humans ever born?

What is all this for?

"Riku...don't cry!" Shubi hugged Riku tightly, feeling heartbroken as well. They had finally seen hope, but it turned out like this.

However, Riku cried but did not answer, because he was truly helpless.

At this moment, Senior Xiaoyuan glanced at Leng Mo beside her and asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"

“I’m a kind-hearted person and I can’t bear to see tragedy. You know that.” Leng Mo understood Riku’s pressure very well; he just wanted to live and let humanity live.

"I'll take care of the others. You go do what you want to do," Senior Xiaoyuan said with a slight smile, her hands crossed in front of her chest in a very composed manner.

"Ah."

Leng Mo nodded, glancing at Liku with mixed feelings.

"I hope I can...get better."

With that, Leng Mo silently turned and walked toward the place he had agreed to meet with the God of War, leaving Senior Xiao Yuan and the others to take care of Riku.

"Ah Mo, what are you going to do?" Jin Mu asked, puzzled, when he saw Leng Mo leave alone.

Senior Xiaoyuan smiled wryly and said simply, "Ah Mo, you're really angry."

"Yeah……"

Jinmu watched Leng Mo's departing figure and nodded thoughtfully.

then……

"Yabei! Doesn't that mean we're in great danger right now?"

"Damn it! Absolutely! Run!"

As soon as Madoka realized what was happening, she quickly grabbed Riku and Shubi, and led the others to run directly out of the arena.

……

At the agreed-upon location, the entire Skywing race mobilized.

They floated in the air, gazing ahead. After learning of Leng Mo's challenge, the God of War naturally went all out. As a race created by the God of War, they naturally also belonged to the God of War's power.

At this moment, Azriel stared ahead with deep resentment, unwilling to accept that her creator would be challenged by humans, a race that was like monkeys.

Just as she was feeling annoyed, a figure appeared in front of her.

Upon closer inspection, amidst the howling wind, a man clad in white armor strode confidently toward them.

"coming!"

Azriel's eyes narrowed, and her entire body erupted with elven magic as she floated in the air, spreading her Skywing wings.

"Everyone get ready!"

As the first individual of the Skywing race, it fully understands the thoughts of the God of War, Artes.

What defines the strongest? The arrogance of the strongest is to fight back with all one's might against any enemy.

Even the weakest enemy will be attacked with the strongest force.

In an instant, enormous white wings burst forth in the sky in front of Leng Mo, as if foreshadowing something about to fall.

"It's a divine strike! As expected, in a one-on-one duel, no one cares about martial ethics."

As Leng Mo walked along the road, he saw the divine light in the distant sky. He was not surprised at all; in fact, he felt that this was how it should be.

After all, this is a long-standing war, a war!

Since it's war, who cares if you're despicable or not!

The next second, Azriel's face darkened, and her eyes flashed with a sharp light.

All the magical power of the Skywing species' elves erupted and converged into a single point, with the target being Leng Mo, who was walking towards them.

"Has it finally arrived? Monkey! Everyone, get ready!" Altshu's voice came from the sky, full of overwhelming momentum.

As soon as she finished speaking, Azriel unleashed the strongest attack of the Skywing race.

"Divine Strike!"

boom--!

A white light burst forth in the sky, and a massive impact descended, striking Leng Mo's location directly.

Boom——!