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The world has been destroyed.

The gods who were supposed to perish could not just sit idly by.

The reason is simple. It’s because the first I, the God of Madness, didn’t exist when the catastrophe struck the continent.

I witnessed the mad God of Madness set the world ablaze, corrupting the troublesome gods with madness, and ultimately taking away the power of the Goddess of Love.

I also saw Tina barely escaping, and the madness that even in a love bordering on insanity could not bring her daughter back—a madness that had lost even the slightest trace of reason.

Time quickly flowed, and soon the scenes shifted to the ruined temple.

There stood a dozen gods gathered with serious expressions.

“We’re screwed.”

“War. Choose your words carefully. Everyone here is divine.”

“No, come on! Is this really the time for pretty words? We’re all about to die!”

“————!”

“Look at this! Even the World Tree is saying we’re screwed.”

“… You don’t even understand the World Tree’s words and throw it around carelessly. And just now you said we were screwed, not that it’s saying anything bad.”

“Anyway, it’s true! And you just said the same thing.”

“Haah. Even among the battle gods, it should have been the Knight God instead of this barbaric guy.”

“That barbaric god is not me, it’s that guy over there.”

The God of War, who was licking his lips and deeply sinking into his chair, smelled faintly of blood and iron, just as befitting a god.

He was speaking to the other gods in such a friendly manner, yet everyone present knew he was responsible for killing the most gods.

Even if he was not an invincible being, nor always victorious, it was a fact that his power and ability to read the tides of war were unrivaled among them.

Thus, his words of despair came with significant weight, despite the crude choice of words.

Draped in ragged cloth, the God of Death opened his mouth, adorned with dazzling golden ornaments.

“The way you express war might be a bit off, but your words hold truth. The tide of battle has already shifted. Can you provide us with more accurate figures?”

[70% of the continent has been tainted by madness. Additionally, 90% of mortals have transformed into monsters. Even if we ally now… our chances of victory stand at only 17%. The survival probability hovers around 10%.]

The one who answered the God of Death’s question was a humanoid hunk of metal—the God of Mechanisms.

With a dry, mechanical voice, a bizarre beast that sounded like a mix of several animals growled out a question.

“The smell of oil is unpleasant, and the metallic sound gives me chills… but such predictions are surely better than anyone else here. A lower survival probability means someone must die for us to win. If no one wants to sacrifice themselves, then what happens to our winning chances?”

[It drops to zero.]

“…What?”

[No matter how many times I calculate, the answer remains unchanged. If everyone struggles to survive, then all will inevitably perish.]

“So it really is like that.”

The beast let out a deep lament. The God of Beasts was looking over here… no, everything unfolding was a memory from the perspective of the Goddess of Love, so I suppose it was correctly looking toward the Goddess of Love.

“O Love, you are the only one among us who has directly experienced madness. Is there any decent way out? Like a weakness?”

“…No. Madness has eaten away at most of my power; it has no weaknesses. If we were to stop it, it should have been done long before now.”

“Damn it, is that really the case?”

Grinding his sharp, dagger-like teeth, the beast grimaced. Meanwhile, the familiar-looking woman beside him, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a problem we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted coolly while Sif calmly took out a mirror from her bosom.

The tiny palm-sized mirror suddenly swelled up the moment she tossed it into the air, transforming into a sphere reflecting the surroundings.

“Oh my. The Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and I found this lost item amidst the chaos.”

“…No matter what the circumstances are, it’s going to be a useful tool now.”

The Earth Goddess, who was about to say something, ended up just sighing and urging its use.

As the Goddess of Thieves chuckled and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror reflecting the surrounding gods abruptly went transparent, revealing a completely different scene.

A sky stained crimson. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and religious deities lay dead, the only thing moving was a small man who appeared to be in exile.

He looked up at the sky and opened his mouth wide, and from it, the horrifying chaotic world was sucked in.

If it could create such an abnormal scene, it would undoubtedly be the God of Gluttony.

He had also grown powerful, consuming various gods and standing out among the deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even being capable of drinking all the sea if he wished, it seemed he lacked the capacity to swallow the madness that tainted most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted, and he could only clutch his head in torment… and thus he became a part of madness.

Having been stripped of divinity, his flesh twisted and transformed into a tremendous monster.

Even amidst the solemn silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’m just going to burrow deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, maintaining divine beings while mad will be tough. Over time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness exhausts all of his power, he’ll naturally perish. So, surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will it take?”

[Calculated results show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will die of natural causes due to the lack of resources underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently listening, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any ideas? For now, I’ll just dig deep underground and eat dirt to survive.”

“Hmmm. No matter how powerful the god, it will still be tough maintaining divine beings while mad. Given time, the monsters will turn against each other, and once the God of Madness uses all of his power, he will naturally perish. Surviving until then is not a bad plan… but how long will that take?”

[Calculations show that we will perish at a faster rate than the God of Madness, who will naturally fade away due to resource depletion underground.]

“Are we right back where we started? We’re screwed!”

The God of War let out a long sigh.

Others also started offering their opinions, but ultimately they were all just filling time until death.

Amidst it all, the Goddess of Love, who had been silently studying, cautiously opened her mouth.

“…Since when has the concept of death arisen among the gods?”

“Huh? What do you mean all of a sudden?”

“Isn’t that the case? The reason that gods were called deities was because of their immortality. Before the War of the Gods, in the early Age of Gods, countless weak gods appeared and vanished without being stripped of their divinity, only to be obliterated after losing their rank. During the age of gods, even if you died, you wouldn’t truly die.”

“Well, that’s because if there’s a miracle to overturn the earthly rules, even gods could fade away.”

“That premise is strange as well. Our primordial gods have become so accustomed to making rules that we often forget… But originally, gods were merely more substantial beings born within the rules of this world. The rules we make are the rules for mortals, not the rules of the world itself.”

“…..”

The God of War, who had been answering sluggishly all along, suddenly fell silent.

Others were the same. All expressed a mix of seriousness and confusion, perhaps wondering why they hadn’t realized this until now.

The only exception was Sif, the younger Goddess of Thieves, who had risen to her rank through accumulation.

“So what? What does that even mean? I don’t know well, but judging by everyone else’s reactions, it seems like what Love is saying is somehow wrong… but isn’t the situation more pressing?”

“I brought it up as it connects to how to break through the current predicament. Don’t you all vaguely imagine an entity beyond your fathers? Someone who determines fate, and overturns that determined fate?”

“O Love, you are the only one among us to have directly experienced madness. Have you the slightest inkling of an answer? A weakness-like thing?”

“……No. There are no weaknesses against madness that has consumed most of my power.”

“Damn it, is that so?”

With sharp, dagger-like teeth grinding, the beast scowled.

Right next to him, the familiar-faced woman, Sif, the Goddess of Thieves, shook her head.

“Even in this moment, it seems madness is rapidly growing stronger… Whatever happens, we need to come up with measures. Not all of us want to die together.”

“Ha! You’ve been running away all this time, but sometimes you do make sense!”

“It’s not a situation we can solve by running away, is it?”

The God of War retorted nonchalantly, while the Goddess of Thieves calmly produced a mirror from her bosom.

The small mirror, presumably the size of a palm, unexpectedly swelled when tossed into the air, transforming into a sphere that reflected the surroundings.

“Oh my. Is that the Eye of Wisdom?”

“The God of Magic has perished, and finding this amidst the chaos is what I did.”

“… Whatever the circumstances may be, it appears to be a useful artifact now.”

The Earth Goddess seemed about to say something, but just let out a sigh and urged its usage.

As the Goddess of Thieves grinned and started manipulating something, the spherical mirror that reflected the surrounding gods suddenly became transparent and began unfolding an entirely different scenery.

A blood-red sky. Distorted flora and fauna. And mountains of corpses with rivers of blood flowing from them.

In a landscape where various races and priesthoods lay dead, the only thing moving was a dwarf of a man.

Looking up at the sky and opening his mouth wide, he seemed to be sucking in the horrifying world surrounding him.

If this could create such an absurd scene, it had to be the God of Gluttony.

Even though he had greatly arisen in power, eating various gods and becoming one of the prime deities.

– GRAAAAH!!

Even if he could drink up the sea if he wanted to, it seemed he lacked the capacity to consume the madness that stained most of the continent.

Before the God of Madness could shed his madness, his divinity became corrupted and began to suffer, grasping at his head in pain… transforming into a part of madness.

Stripped of divinity, twisted flesh turned into a massive monster.

Even amidst the eerie silence that this scene created, the Goddess of Thieves clicked her tongue.

“Tch. That greedy bastard. I knew he’d end up like that. Anyway, thanks to that dumb pig, the God of Madness has grown stronger. Does anyone have any

 

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