Opening, a Star Cup

Among all the doubts, only whether she "ever existed" can be proved in the simplest way!

That is

Penetrate your own soul!suicide!

Even if it is affected by the sky-defying effect of the "Star Cup" that makes the world turn back time, it will be "resurrected" again—"born" again!

She is still on this old road!

At this time, the God of Suspicion, the position of the girl, happened to be the empty world and this original world—the junction of the two worlds.

The disaster caused by a god sacrificing his own essence is enough to spread to the gap between the two worlds!

Hesitation, despair to the point of ashes!

Girl, loli, god... Finally, she made a decision in her heart!

Even if it means sacrificing yourself...

At least, let her embrace that [answer] at least!

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"Then according to the itinerary, those two guys should have awakened..." In the world of life and immortality, Kong's consciousness descended here.

Those two - as the subordinate gods born when he became a 'king' - subordinates, servants, and maids.

Lancelot of the lake who is both a knight and a god, and Guinevere, the queen of the gods and the gods.

As the first attempt to create Disbod failed, Sora re-cast his target on the 'river of myths of disobedience'.

"Even the Holy Grail, the devil who desires the Holy Grail should also be born...not a Rakshasa who seeks the Holy Grail to fulfill any wish-this time it will be you, Black Prince." Sora.

Accompanied by his whispers, in this secluded world of life and immortality, a sacred figure slowly began to manifest.

Sora's next target of choice is the Black Prince Alek, who is also a godslayer.

The demon king who yearns for the Holy Grail, but does not need the Holy Grail to fulfill his wishes. He simply pursues the Holy Grail of Magic in order to achieve a certain "obsession" in his heart; the ghost world of life and immortality appears... This is where no living person can stay for a long time The wonderful world of God; there is a person... who has white wings that are as serene as the sky and slowly wakes up, and is bathed in light—【God】; this is the future black prince Sora The living sacrifice prepared by His Highness; "...Let everything be left to fate!" On the land of the planet far away from this world, in his own home, Sora opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

He has given that noble son a chance to win;

Sora is not worried at all whether the black prince can succeed in killing gods like in the original book - it doesn't matter if he fails!

It doesn't have to be the same godslayer as in the original book; whether he can succeed or not depends entirely on himself.

As Kong retracted the power of the star cup, in the secluded world of life and immortality, the radiant figure suddenly slowly opened his eyes; the light gradually converged, and the pure white feathers suddenly began to change to pitch black

Finally, as the last light completely turned into pitch black, all the feathers turned into a deep color like a black crow.

【God】Through the space, the icy black eyes full of dead silence looked at the world on the ground; the dark fallen angel revived

His eyes had no whites, and those empty eyes were like an abyss, looking in the direction of an island.

A group of COSP=LAY young people wearing ancient monk uniforms are dancing with excitement and joy, as if they are performing some kind of ceremony; as the mystery continues to appear, young people in many countries have also become fanatically obsessed with each other. A mysterious force.

Magic, witchcraft, martial arts...all the powers that might exist that were once conjectured by human beings have been rediscovered; human beings began to crave these novel 'knowledge'.

At this time, a group of young people were on this small island in the sea, imitating the ceremony of summoning the mysterious existence.

Hexagrams and various seemingly 'wonderful' patterns were painted on the ground; they seemed to be fake and inferior products made of various myths and legendary ritual patterns.

There is hardly any possibility of mystery;

And these 'ancient monks' really just drew what they thought of...the ritual games they played purely for entertainment and to satisfy their inner shame; they themselves didn't think that such crooked graffiti could summon anything thing.

At this time, these 'ancient monks' danced and danced with weird steps, playing and playing with each other

And those young 'ancient monks' seem a bit out of place...

A handsome, handsome black-haired young man was sitting silently on the side stone without saying a word. He was not wearing those cosplay costumes, nor did he have any look on his face that he wanted to join the activities of these people.

"Yarek... come and perform the summoning ceremony with us!" A young 'monk' suddenly said to Yarek who was sitting beside him.

"Huh? Alek, why are you still sitting there... Hahaha, come here quickly! Maybe you can really summon something?"

...The voices of the two came, and everyone noticed the black-haired young man who looked 'out of place'.

"Summoning..." Alec murmured in a low voice, and a gleam of brilliance returned to those dead black eyes.

For these "friends" who said they wanted to help him get rid of the shadow of "father"'s death, but insisted on taking him out for a trip, now they are just having fun on their own

Forgot about him at all... There was no fluctuation or feeling in Alec's heart.

They don't know what they really need

It's not a so-called child's play house game, nor is it a few-day trip to a small island to relax; "Summoning... can this make that cup come down?" Yarek suddenly clenched his fists, and he gritted his teeth... The voice is a little low talking to himself, thinking about something in his mind, his eyes are a little trance.