As if an image were being played in reverse, the planetary fragments scattered throughout space gradually converged toward the center, re-forming into the planet's original shape.
The land merged into one, the atmosphere was restored, and a sky appeared overhead.
The Celestial bodys returned to their original orbits, and the lives lost in the great war were resurrected one by one.
Even the Phantasma and Dragonia that had been consumed as ammunition were all successfully resurrected under this heaven-and-earth-reversing power.
"This is…"
Looking at their resurrected comrades, the Dragonia exchanged glances, and then, under the leadership of the Wise Dragon, they all bowed their heads to Su Mo.
Even if he wasn't the One God, for the Dragonia who valued their comrades, what Su Mo had given them was an immense grace.
Even the Dragonia that Jibril had personally slain before were resurrected under Su Mo's interference.
"…It's a miracle!"
Synk's gaze toward Su Mo was once again filled with shock.
A single resurrection might just be due to great power, but to bring back all life on an entire planet was definitely a change to the very structure of the world. Only those who understood the world's structure knew how difficult this change was.
The world of No Game No Life had no reincarnation, no underworld.
All the dead would return to the Elemental Corridors, unable to be resurrected. But after Su Mo obtained the Star Grail and became the One God, this world was clearly different.
Synk believed that no other god, including herself, even if they had obtained the Star Grail and covered the world with their own divine essence, could ever change the world as Su Mo had.
If it were the War God, he could only use the Star Grail to turn the world into a hell; if it were the Forest God, he could only turn it into a jungle; if it were the God of Games, he could only turn it into a game.
These were all the most superficial, the shallowest of changes.
Only one who had mastered a cosmology could truly change the entire world on a deep level, using their own will to maintain its operation.
"Praise be to the Lord God Su Mo!" "O God, have you finally come to save us?" "The great war… is over?" "This is the grace of the One God… We are grateful for your benevolence!"
Dwarfs, Demonia, Immanity… various races, seeing their lost comrades returned, couldn't help but weep with joy. Even though they had never met him, their faith soared, and they completely submitted to this benevolent One God.
The great war had raged for tens of thousands of years. Most races had dreamed of it stopping, but they were swept forward by the momentum and the desires of the gods, unable to change things.
And now, with the One God decided, it not only declared the defeat of all other gods, but also heralded the arrival of a new era.
The arrival of peace.
"What a beautiful sky!"
March 7th looked up, finally understanding what Su Mo had meant by the satisfying scene that would appear later.
The blood-red haze was swept away, and the ravaged earth was completely healed. The planetary scars, whether made by the War God Artosh or others, were now perfectly healed without a trace.
The barren land was filled with green plants. The concept of nature finally covered the strife, blanketing the entire planet. Synk even felt her own power increase by several degrees out of thin air.
The entire world seemed to have entered a mythical age, like the Garden of Eden.
Witnessing this earth-shattering change, March 7th busily began taking pictures, wanting to record this entire scene. And the first shot she aimed for was Su Mo, standing under the rosy glow of dawn, holding the Star Grail, facing all living beings.
Holding this item that could control the sovereignty of the world, Su Mo pondered for a few seconds and declared the first divine oracle to all living beings.
"The great war is over. From this day forward, killing among sapient life is forbidden."
Hearing this oracle, the lower and middle-tier life forms of the entire planet erupted in cheers. The nearly extinct Immanity prostrated themselves on the ground, taking Su Mo as their one and only faith.
The stronger races mostly had no objections. The battle-loving Dragonia were almost all dead. The ones who should have been disappointed were the Flügel, who had held the greatest advantage during the war.
But at this moment, the Flügel lolis had no time for such trivial matters. They were still immersed in the grief of losing their creator.
Only Jibril let out a disappointed "eh." But the thought that she could still follow Su Mo to fight in other worlds lifted her spirits again.
Seeing Su Mo finish issuing his decree and head toward the Flügel's location, Jibril flapped her wings and hurriedly followed.
Below Avalon, over a thousand Flügel lolis lay scattered on the ground. For someone with special tastes, this might be the most abundant loli paradise.
However, anyone who saw the vacant, numb expressions on these Flügel girls' faces would feel uneasy. It was clearly the look of having lost one's purpose, one's direction, a look of being on the verge of self-destruction.
Of course, the possibility that a few people might get even more excited couldn't be ruled out.
Fortunately, besides the Flügel, Su Mo was the only one present.
And upon seeing Su Mo's figure, those dark, numb, grieving, disbelieving, self-destructive gazes suddenly shone with a new light. However, it was not a light of awe or reverence like the other races, but a rather fierce light.
Like seeing the murderer of their father, the gazes of the Flügel lolis could almost pierce through steel plates.
"Su Mo… the murderer of our Master God! What have you come for?"
The one who shakily stood up first was the leader of the Flügel, Azriel.
Although her attitude toward Su Mo had changed greatly before, and she had subconsciously acknowledged that he was qualified to be her master, in the face of the enmity of having her father killed, all that acknowledgment was null and void.
She gritted her teeth, a weapon barely forming in her hand. It was an extremely fragile scythe that could shatter at any moment. Let alone using it against the One God, it might not even be effective against an ordinary god, another Flügel, or even an Elf.
However, even so, she still aimed the weapon at Su Mo, displaying the resolve of the Flügel.
Before Su Mo could answer, Jibril, who had rushed over, saw her action and immediately spoke.
"Wait, Azriel! Don't misunderstand! Master isn't here to kill you—"
"Shut up, Jibril!" Before Jibril could finish, Azriel interrupted her with an extremely cold tone. Forgetting even her usual verbal tic, she pointed her scythe at Jibril, a sarcastic sneer on her lips.
"I know what the One God is here for! And I know that our Master God entrusted us to the One God before the end!"
"Then why are you?" Jibril's eyes showed astonishment.
She never expected that this silly senior who had always liked to cling to her could show such a cold attitude. Nor did she expect that with Azriel's intelligence, she could actually understand Artosh's prior arrangements and know that they had been entrusted to Su Mo.
But if she understood all this, her attitude shouldn't be like this!
Faced with Jibril's confusion, Azriel's attitude remained icy.
"Even if it is our Master God's will, I can never submit to the murderer of our creator god! As his retainers, this is the most basic loyalty!"
As she spoke, she shot a disappointed glare at Jibril. "Jii-chan, if you have even a shred of loyalty, if you admit you are still a Flügel, then come and stand behind me!"
"Even if the enemy is the One God, we Flügel should uphold our honor and die rather than submit!"
As the most extreme of the eternal races, the Flügel really didn't care much about life and death. Inspired by Azriel's words, the thousand-plus Flügel, who had lost their will to live, all shakily stood up, exhausting their last bit of strength, and then looked at Su Mo in unison.
Azriel was right. Even in death, they would die on the path of revenge. He thought he could subdue them just by becoming the One God? He was underestimating them!
Seeing the thousand-plus Flügel lolis collectively marching to their deaths, even Jibril couldn't help but be shaken.
After her shock, she looked up at Su Mo, and without the slightest hesitation, she pressed herself close to his side, choosing not to go to the Flügel's camp.
Looking at the utterly disappointed gazes of Azriel and the Flügel, Jibril said with righteous conviction, "My master now is Lord Su Mo. Even if I have loyalty, it is loyalty to Lord Su Mo."
"Besides, Lord Artosh's death was the result he sought himself. Lord Su Mo actually fulfilled Lord Artosh's long-cherished wish. Even in death, it should be a happy occasion."
"Not to mention, there's an even more crucial point you've all forgotten, Lord Su Mo can—"
"Enough! Traitor!" Azriel couldn't listen to Jibril's sophistry any longer.
"Since you have made your choice, then we shall each accept our own fate. You are no longer one of us Flügel."
"Come, One God! You can kill us Flügel, but you can never conquer us!"
In the last moment of her life, Azriel finally displayed the bearing of a leader, looking like a hero sacrificing herself with magnificent spirit.
Faced with such a charismatic leader, even if it was a suicide mission, the Flügel had no complaints.
Faced with such a serious Azriel, faced with such a grim situation, Su Mo looked down at Jibril, and they exchanged a strange glance.
"Azriel, are you sure that no matter what happens, you will never submit to Lord Su Mo?" Jibril asked in return.
"I am sure! My loyalty and honor as a Flügel are one!" Azriel continued to display her shining moment.
"Oh, oh! How impressive!" Jibril gave a flippant reply and began to clap. Then, under the piercing gazes of all the Flügel, she tilted her head and spoke the words that had been interrupted twice before.
"So, have you all forgotten that Lord Su Mo can resurrect gods… including Lord Artosh?"
This was what Jibril had been trying to say all along.
Although the "happy occasion" part was a bit off, Artosh wasn't definitively gone yet! In front of Su Mo, the boundary between life and death was not an insurmountable obstacle.
"???"
Hearing these words, all the Flügel were stunned, as if they had been petrified, completely frozen on the spot.
These idiots, although they had personally witnessed Su Mo resurrect Ocain, had actually not thought of this.
Seeing this, Jibril sighed and facepalmed.
"It's one thing for Azriel not to remember, but all of you too?"
"Sigh… Suddenly, I don't feel so bad about being kicked out of the Flügel race. You guys are all a bunch of idiots!"