Like rewinding footage, planet fragments scattered through space gradually converged toward the center, condensing into the planet's original form.
The earth fused into one, the atmosphere restored, and sky appeared overhead.
The myriad stars returned to their primordial orbits. Lives that perished in the great war also revived one by one.
Even the Phantasma and Dragonia previously consumed as ammunition completely revived under this heaven-reversing might.
"This is..."
Watching revived companions, the Dragonia exchanged glances before all bowing their heads toward Ryuga under the wise dragon's lead.
Even if the opponent wasn't a monotheistic god, for the companion-valuing Dragonia, Ryuga had bestowed tremendous grace.
Even the Dragonia that Jibril personally defeated long ago completed revival under Ryuga's interference.
"...Simply a miracle!"
Kainath's gaze toward Ryuga filled with shock again.
Individual revival might just be brute force, but making an entire planet's life come back from death was definitely altering world structure.
Only those who understood world structure knew how difficult this alteration was.
The No Game No Life world originally had no reincarnation or underworld—all dead returned to the Spirit Corridor, impossible to revive.
But after Ryuga obtained the Star Grail and became the One True God, this world was clearly different from before.
Kainath believed that no matter what deity, including herself, even if they obtained the Star Grail and covered the entire world with their Star Grail, they absolutely couldn't change the world like Ryuga.
If it were the War God, he could only use the Star Grail to turn the world into hell; if the Forest God, only turn the world into jungle; if the Game God, only turn the world into a game.
These were all the most superficial, most shallow changes.
Only someone who grasped cosmology could truly deeply change the entire world, using their own will to maintain the world's operation.
"Praise Ryuga Master God!" "God, have You finally come to save us?" "The great war... is over?" "This is the One True God's grace... grateful for Your mercy!"
Dwarves, Werebeasts, humans... many races, seeing companions they'd lost and regained, couldn't help but weep with joy.
Even never having met, their faith still surged, completely submitting to this merciful One True God.
Even though the great war had continued for tens of thousands of years and most races had fantasized about stopping it, they were swept along by momentum and divine desire, unable to change.
Now, after determining the One True God, though this certainly declared other deities' defeat, it also heralded another era's arrival.
—The arrival of peace.
"Such beautiful sky!"
March 7th looked up, finally understanding what Ryuga meant by satisfying scenes appearing afterward.
The blood-red gloom was swept away completely. The scar-covered earth also healed thoroughly.
Whether War God Artosh or others' planet scars, all now healed perfectly without leaving any trace.
The barren earth filled with greenery. Nature's concept finally covered strife, enveloping the entire planet.
Kainath even sensed her power strengthening by several degrees out of nowhere.
The entire world seemed to have entered an Eden-like mythological age.
Witnessing this earth-shaking change, March 7th hurriedly began photographing, wanting to record all this scenery.
The first lens she aimed was naturally Ryuga bathed in sunset glow, holding the Star Grail, facing the world's multitude.
Gripping this tool capable of controlling world sovereignty, Ryuga contemplated for several seconds before proclaiming the first divine decree to heaven, earth, and all beings:
"The great war has ended. Henceforth, killing between intelligent life is forbidden."
Hearing this decree, the entire planet's lower-tier life forms erupted.
The nearly extinct human race even prostrated themselves on the ground, taking Ryuga as their sole faith.
The stronger races mostly had no objections either. Most battle-loving Dragonia had died off—those who should truly be disappointed were the Flügel who held the greatest advantage during wartime.
Yet at this moment, the Flügel lolis still had no time to care about such trifles, still immersed in the sorrow of losing their Creator.
Only Jibril disappointedly said "Eh."
But thinking she could still follow Ryuga to fight in other worlds, she perked up again.
Seeing Ryuga finish proclaiming his divine decree and head toward the Flügel's location, Jibril flapped her wings and hurriedly followed.
Below Avalon, over a thousand Flügel lolis lay sprawled on the ground.
For those with special proclivities, this might be the most abundant loli paradise.
However, seeing these Flügel lolis' vacant eyes and numb expressions, most people would feel uncomfortable.
Clearly, those were eyes that had lost their goal, lost their direction, and might very well self-destruct.
Of course, a minority might become even more excited.
Fortunately, aside from the Flügel, only Ryuga was present.
And seeing Ryuga's figure, those completely numb, sorrowful, disbelieving, self-destructive dark eyes suddenly radiated brilliance.
However, this wasn't the reverent, worshipful brilliance like other races, but rather fierce brilliance.
Like seeing their father's killer, the Flügel lolis' gazes could almost pierce steel plates.
"Ryuga-sa—murderer who slayed our Master God, what do you want?"
The first to shakily stand was the Flügel leader Azriel.
Though she'd previously had a major attitude change toward Ryuga and subconsciously acknowledged his qualification to be her master, before the revenge of killing her father, all that acknowledgment was void.
She gritted her teeth, barely condensing a weapon in her hand.
This was an extremely fragile scythe that could collapse at any moment, forget being used against the One True God—it might not even work against ordinary deities, Flügel, or even Elves.
Yet even so, she still pointed the weapon at Ryuga, displaying the Flügel's resolve.
Before Ryuga could answer, the arriving Jibril saw her action and immediately spoke:
"Wait, Azriel! Don't misunderstand, Master isn't here to kill you—"
"Shut up! Jibril!"
Before Jibril finished, Azriel interrupted with an extremely cold tone.
Abandoning even her usual verbal tics, she pointed her scythe blade toward Jibril, lips curling in a mocking sneer.
"I know what the One True God-sama came to do. I also know Master God-sama entrusted us to the One True God-sama beforehand!"
"Then why are you still—?"
Jibril revealed shocked eyes.
She never expected this silly senior who always liked clinging to her could show such cold attitude toward her.
Nor did she expect that with Azriel's intelligence, she could understand Artosh's prior arrangements and realize they were entrusted to Ryuga.
But if the opponent understood this, she shouldn't have this attitude!
Facing Jibril's incomprehension, Azriel's attitude remained cold.
"Even if it's Master God's will, I absolutely cannot submit to the murderer who killed our Creator God. As retainers, this is the most basic loyalty!"
Saying this, she glared at Jibril with disappointed eyes.
"Little Ji, if you have even half a shred of loyalty and admit you're still Flügel, come stand behind me!"
"Even if the enemy is the One True God, we Flügel should uphold our honor and remain unyielding unto death!"
As the most extreme immortal race, the Flügel truly didn't much care about life or death.
Infected by Azriel's words, the thousand-plus Flügel who'd lost the will to live all shakily stood up, exhausting their last bit of strength, then looked at Ryuga in unison.
Azriel was right—even in death, they must die on the path of revenge.
Becoming the One True God and wanting to subdue them? That greatly underestimated them!
Watching the thousand-plus Flügel lolis collectively marching to death, even Jibril couldn't help but be shocked.
After the shock, she looked up at Ryuga. Without any hesitation, she directly pressed against Ryuga's side, not choosing the Flügel camp.
Watching Azriel and the Flügel's completely disappointed gazes, Jibril said righteously:
"My current master is Ryuga-sama. Even if I have loyalty, it's loyalty to Ryuga-sama."
"Moreover, Artosh-sama's death was the result he himself pursued. Ryuga-sama instead fulfilled Artosh-sama's long-cherished wish. Even in death, it should be celebrated."
"Not to mention, there's one more crucial point you've forgotten—Ryuga-sa—"
"No need to say more, traitor!"
Azriel couldn't bear listening to Jibril's sophistry.
"Since you've already made your choice, each of us will accept our fate. You're no longer one of us Flügel."
"Come, One True God-sama, you may kill us Flügel, but you absolutely cannot conquer us!"
At life's final moment, Azriel finally displayed a leader's bearing, looking like a martyr sacrificing herself heroically.
Facing such a serious Azriel and such a grim situation, Ryuga and Jibril exchanged glances, both their eyes somewhat strange.
"Azriel, are you certain that no matter what happens, you cannot possibly submit to Ryuga-sama?"
Jibril asked back.
"Certain! My loyalty and honor as Flügel are one!"
Azriel continued her highlight moment.
"Ohhh! How impressive!"
Jibril gave a flippant response and clapped.
Then, under all the Flügel's needle-like gazes, she tilted her head and said quietly:
"So, did you all forget that Ryuga-sama can revive deities... including Artosh-sama?"
Jibril had been trying to say this all along.
Though the "celebration" phrasing sounded bad, before this, Artosh hadn't been declared completely gone!
Before Ryuga, the boundary between life and death truly wasn't some insurmountable obstacle.
"???"
Hearing this, all Flügel froze, completely petrified in place like stone statues.
Though these idiots personally witnessed Ryuga revive Ocain, they truly hadn't thought of this.
Seeing this scene, Jibril sighed with her palm to her forehead.
"Fine if Azriel doesn't remember, but you all too."
"Sigh... suddenly feel being expelled from Flügel citizenship isn't bad. You're all a bunch of idiots!"
To be continued...