In the boundless starry sky, a figure surrounded by stars slowly opened its eyes.
Its gaze was as brilliant as a sea of stars, and with every movement, it seemed to command the birth and death of stars. This was the Alien God, a unique existence.
This Alien God bore a striking resemblance to the former director, Olga Marie Animusphere. Aside from the enormous difference in size, there were virtually no other distinctions.
After the Alien God opened its eyes, a vast amount of starlight coalesced before it, eventually forming a Star God's head identical to its own—just a head!
"Do not resist. How can the will of humans contend with that of gods? Submissively yield to the will of the stars. Humanity is destined to be conquered, to be destroyed."
A hollow, cold, emotionless voice spoke. The Alien God, with only a head before it, uttered these words devoid of any feeling.
The Alien God, seated cross-legged in the starry sky, simply gazed coldly at the giant head before it. After a long silence, it finally spoke.
"Everything has changed. Humanity's future has emerged. This time, you will not succeed."
A gentle voice spread, and the planets surrounding the Alien God instantly radiated immense vitality. Countless lives were conceived, transforming into numerous life-bearing planets.
"How ridiculous. You say that every time, yet when have you ever truly succeeded? Humanity has no future. If that planet weren't so fragile, unable to bear our true form, why would I go to such lengths to infiltrate it?"
The Head of the Alien God spoke. Wherever its voice reached, a planet dimmed, then collapsed and dissipated.
"Hmph, you'd love to act directly, but can you? That planet carries the existence of those two wills. If your true form were to act, do you think they wouldn't stop you? You are the will of the stars, but aren't they the will of life? So, here's the question: do you think there are more stars or more lives? Is the will of the stars more profound, or the will of life more resilient?"
The Alien God spoke, and the Head of the Alien God, facing it, replied quite directly.
"Naturally, the will of the stars is heavier! Life is merely a parasite living on planets."
The Head of the Alien God said this, but the Alien God shook its head.
"You are wrong. The will of life is inherently weightier. Within life, there are existences far surpassing planets; the Star Gods are the best example. Moreover, the power of those two consciousnesses involves countless worlds. If they truly erupted, we couldn't even guarantee we could withstand it. So, isn't peace better?"
Why must there be conquest and destruction?
Can't everyone just sit down and coexist peacefully?
Hearing the Alien God's words, the Head of the Alien God calmly said,
"I've answered this question more than once: meaning! If I don't do it, I will lose my reason for existing. As a Star God, losing the meaning of existence means destruction. We are one. You wouldn't want us to disappear, would you?"
"..."
The Alien God did not reply, and the starry sky fell silent.
After a long time.
"If it comes to it, disappearing together also seems like a good option."
There is no such thing as quiet contentment; rather, someone is shouldering the burden for you.
In a place unknown to anyone, someone was fending off the greatest threat to this planet.
Though it didn't know how much longer it could hold on, it would persevere until the very end.
Qin Shi Huang was tinkering with his new figurine, a giant mecha with the words "Great Qin Tiger Warriors" emblazoned on it, which filled Qin Shi Huang with satisfaction.
Not far away, Ying Xiang was drinking tea and reading. As it turned to a new page, it suddenly looked up and said to Qin Shi Huang,
"Your Majesty, looking at the current situation, a grand alliance of the Lostbelt Kings seems impossible. Everyone has their own convictions and concerns; they likely won't act simultaneously to repel an external enemy as they did last time.
If that's the case, when that being acts again, will we face true destruction? Do you have any way to prevent such a thing from happening?"
To Ying Xiang, Qin Shi Huang was a qualified teacher. You could ask him any question and receive insightful advice.
But this time, Qin Shi Huang's hands, which were manipulating the mecha, suddenly paused. After a few seconds, he resumed his actions and spoke.
"Actually... even if all the Lostbelt Kings united, it would be useless. Last time we acted together, being able to repel that enemy truly was just luck. She seemed to have been interfered with, which forced her to retreat. If it truly relied on the martial prowess of just a few of us, our memorial services would have been held several times over by now."
"..."
Ying Xiang was speechless, feeling that Qin Shi Huang was boosting the morale of others while diminishing his own. Yet, in its heart, it understood that Qin Shi Huang was right. Being able to force the Alien God back last time was truly a fluke, a stroke of immense luck, a once-in-a-lifetime probability.
"This time we have Chaldea. Will that be enough?"
Ying Xiang thought of Mo Shuying and spoke again.
"Chaldea? You mean Mo Shuying, right? Indeed, he seems very strong this time. However, no matter how strong he is, he is still just a person, not a god. Our opponent is a Star God—even the deities on this planet can't compare. There's a saying, 'fight magic with magic.' If we also had a Star God's help, perhaps there would be a slim chance."
Qin Shi Huang fell silent in thought at this point. A Star God... a legendary existence. Most people never see one in their entire lives. How could one seek its help?
Ying Xiang said nothing more, turning to look into the distance, and whispered,
"Perhaps... he can."
"Achoo! Ugh~ I keep feeling like someone's talking about me behind my back lately! I wonder who it is! Is Mujik badmouthing me?"
Mo Shuying sneezed while lying on the bed, startling Tomoe Gozen, who was still asleep beside him.
He quickly reached out to comfort her. After seeing Tomoe Gozen was sound asleep, Mo Shuying slowly got out of bed, dressed, and left the room.
Ever since Antarctica entered its polar night, it had been terrifyingly dark outside Chaldea.
The polar night would last for several months, making it a rather oppressive period.
Mo Shuying stood inside the massive glass wall, looking out. Before him was complete darkness, and his reflection was imprinted on the glass.
"My beard needs shaving. How strange, my skin is so thick now, yet my beard can still grow through it. Is this stuff stronger than a Noble Phantasm?"
Mo Shuying stroked his chin, where a few strands of stubble were quite noticeable. Mo Shuying wondered if he should pull these few hairs out. Maybe he could even make some incredible tool.
But on second thought, using his own beard as a weapon was a bit too disgusting. He couldn't get past it psychologically, so he decided against it.
Just as Mo Shuying turned to walk further.
"Beep~"
A message came through his wristband. Mo Shuying raised his hand to look; it was from Romani.
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