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Tiamat listened quietly, her beautiful eyes frowned, and she asked in confusion.

"The ending I said is more than [-]% likely to happen. However, although reality is not a game..."

Annan's expression was a little uncertain, and his eyes fell on a worn-out set of chess in Rick's room.

"But if... I mean if there really are such idiots in this world, this world full of chaotic variables, unreasonable and unfair, is still regarded as a game..."

In this kind of hell, the real battle is regarded as a game.

"Then, with "zero sacrifice" as the goal of victory, I believe the possibility is very close to zero, but not zero. "

Annan said with a serious face that the conditions could not be harsher.

"If there are players who can achieve this, even if the reality is a bad game, there will be a slight chance that someone will get through to other endings."

"Eh? I feel like this is more difficult than becoming a God of Creation, right?!"

Tiamat was surprised by the difficulty.

"The difficulty is definitely much higher. After all, I still have some confidence in making you a God of Creation, but if you want to save the world...difficult."

Annan spread his hands and let out a sigh.

The war in this world has caused the planet to die, and trying to avoid the shattered ending is equivalent to saving the world.

But if you want to save the world, there is an almost impossible condition, that is—

Sacrifice is forbidden.

Yes, there can be no sacrifice of any kind. There can be no sacrifice for oneself, the enemy, or the unrelated.

In the Moonlight world, there is a magician-killer who wants to be a partner of justice, who is well aware of this.

Once there is a sacrifice, it makes no difference whether the number of sacrifices is one or two, a thousand or a billion.

If in order to avoid the sacrifice of the majority, affirm the sacrifice of the minority.

——Then one day, the number of sacrifices will exceed the number of rescues.

Whether one chooses self-sacrifice or the smallest sacrifice, the world will not be saved at all.

It's just "living"...

The world is still running unaltered, and one victim after another is looking for the next victim.

Nothing will change until the day of final destruction.

Since you want to talk shit like saving the world——

Then no sacrifice can be allowed, try to deny it first.

If there really are players who see this world as a game...

That player will definitely set up a game rule for himself that prohibits sacrifice in a world without rules.

As long as you identify with any one sacrifice, the sacrifice will continue indefinitely.

That kind of stupid "theorem", how could a player allow it.

Challenge the world and put a stop to the concept of "sacrifice" here...

Only by completing this great feat can we be considered to have broken through the rotten game of reality, right?

"That's why I said it's easier to create the world than to save it."

An Banbu Chuangshi Nan commented in this way, with a meaningful tone.

"Well, although the possibility of saving the world is infinitely small, it is not zero. Maybe there really is the strongest player who shines like a meteor and can clear the level with one life!"

When he said this, Annan's eyes fell on Rick, who had just vented because he sacrificed a few people, thoughtfully.

Will there be that handsome idiot/player who challenges the world because he doesn't agree to sacrifice this theorem?

"...Well, this kind of thing, even I can't see it."

After thinking for a while, Annan, who felt that he was wasting time, shook his head and said to Tiamat.

"Tiamat, you stay in the human settlement and continue to observe Rick. I have a hunch that he may be qualified to cooperate with us."

"What about you?" Tiamat nodded and agreed, then asked.

"Me? I'm going to solve other problems."

Annan showed a helpless expression, then turned his head to look back at a 45° angle of the new house, his deep black eyes reflected the scene far away.

"Really, I clearly eliminated the traces at the fastest speed, but it was discovered. I don't know how many such powerful guys there are on this planet."

Seemingly complaining, the magician licked his lips in anticipation, and started teleportation along the induction.

Chapter 170 Eight Expectations of the God of War

At an altitude of more than 20,000 meters above the horizon, there is an island floating like a whale in the sky.

It was a city where countless huge cubes were piled up like building blocks. The faint rays of light and moonlight radiated, reflecting the chaotic scenery of countless cubes.

...if that could really be called a city.

Even in the eyes of avant-garde artists, this thing constructed of countless cubes can only be described as chaos.

As a barrier-free space that a city should have, it does not exist here, let alone roads, or even no doors and windows.

The scene simply piled up by countless cubes makes people unable to grasp the sense of distance, and because there is no comparison object, it is impossible to even grasp the size of the city.

There is no regularity at all, and it is even less beautiful than the paintings of abstract painters.

Normal creatures obviously wouldn't live in such an impassable city, but for creatures that could move regardless of space, the Flügel, these weren't a problem at all.

Yes.

The place is called Abonte Heim...

It is the place where the Flügel live, and is also the messenger of the god of war Arto. It is the second-ranked fantasy species after the gods, and it is a huge life form with annihilating power.

On its back is the city of the Flügel, and the palace of the God of War who created the Flügel,

Unlike the outside world, which is comparable to hell, here is full of greenery, petals fluttering in the wind, and beautiful angels gracefully soar in the air with chirping birds.

The smiles and scoldings of the cute girls fill the room, enjoying the killing and spreading the flames of war in the world.

The happiness of this race is undoubtedly based on the misfortune of this world.

"Meow-meow-!! Everyone--Azrael and her friends have returned in triumph!!"

A translucent, soothing, soft female voice resounded through this nightmare-like sky paradise.

The aftermath of the Flügel's space transfer spread out in the air, and a girl with emerald-colored hair, a single horn on her head, and blue-gold colored eyes took the lead in showing her figure.

Her waist derives a pair of symmetrical wings that seem to be woven from light, and the halo pattern on her head is composed of several complex magic circles and geometric figures, which looks much more complicated than other Flügel.

That was the leader of the Flügel, Azrael.

"Ah, Sister Azrael, welcome back."

A Flügel greeted with a smile amidst the shrieks of space shifting.

Afterwards, nearly a hundred Flügels covered in blood appeared, and their youngest little sister, the Flügel with the name of a non-staff individual, was among them.

"Jibril also worked hard!"

"How many prey did you kill in the end?"

The non-staff individual Flügel has long seven-colored hair scattered, and there is a cross pattern in the amber eyes.She was particularly conspicuous among the hordes of angels who returned triumphantly and splashed with enemy blood.

"I can't count such things. In short, I killed all the prey I could see."

Jibril licked the blood on her lips, showing a cute smile that captivated all beings.

When the Flügels surrounding him heard the words, they couldn't help cheering in unison.

The sisters swarmed, excitedly expecting the victors to tell the bloody battle—how many were killed and what kind of hell was created.

"Meow, wait a minute, meow! I'll go and report to Master Artosh before telling you a story meow."

Although Azrael wanted to show off her achievements in order to enhance her majesty as the elder sister of all Flügel, she had to report the battle first.

However, the reality is too much.

"Go, go, it's enough to tell Jibril."

"That's right, you don't need Azrael at all."

The ruthless words of the Flügel surrounding him made Azrael look suspicious of life.

"Wuwuwu, how can you treat my elder sister like this, so heartless meow~"

The leader of the Flügel, who has the right to execute against his fellow clan, has no authority among the Flügel, and is regarded as a fool by his fellow clan.

"No, my heart hurts so much, I need Xiaoji's hug to be comforted, meow~"

"Senior Azrael, can you stop touching people casually? You are so annoying!"

Although Jibril had a smile on her face, she looked at Azrael like she was looking at a piece of garbage.

"Meow, why meow! Even Xiaoji, do you treat me like this?!"

Azrael was shocked and couldn't help crying.

"Abang-kun, they are too much, meow~"

After crying for a while, seeing that she was still ignored, Azrael's expression became more and more low, and she could only complain to the huge apostle of the god of war under her.

Avant Heim opened his blue eyes and glanced at Azrael without comment, then continued into a deep sleep.

This made Azrael's heart even more empty, as if abandoned by the world, and the depression in her heart seemed to be reaching a point.

Woohoo, born a Flügel, she's really sorry.

With such an autistic mood, Azrael walked towards the throne of the Lord God.

——The Hall of the Throne of the Lord God.

In front of the Lord God, Azrael swept away the frolic just now, folded her wings solemnly, put away the nimbus, and slowly knelt down on one knee.

A tall and mighty man sat on the highest throne and was saluted by Azrael.

He is the strongest god, and he is also the god of war, the creator of the Flügel—the goddess Artosh.