Feeling that concept merging into his body, Ren Isana was genuinely dazed. Why was the God of War being so polite? To actually give him such a gift!
Thinking for a moment, Ren Isana cupped his hands toward the spot where the God of War had vanished. He knew very well that he hadn't defeated his opponent; rather, the opponent no longer wanted to live. Otherwise, the God of War could still have counterattacked.
In the end, he had directly given up resistance and completely reined in his power. Otherwise, he probably could have kept fighting. Moreover, Riku's attack was about to be launched anyway.
Ren Isana's gaze turned toward the Star Cup floating in space. Next, he just had to shove that power into it... Thinking this, Ren Isana moved immediately to avoid any complications.
Arriving before the Star Cup, Ren Isana extracted that power from his heart. As he pulled the power out, the consciousness within it also awakened.
"Oh? You've already settled things? Well then, leave the rest to me!" As the voice fell, the consciousness merged directly into the Star Cup. Hearing this voice, Ren Isana was also a bit puzzled. Good grief, it actually had its own consciousness?
The consciousness merged directly with the Star Cup, and within moments, it fused with that holy grail. Ren Isana noticed a new Divine Core appearing within the Star Cup.
The next moment, a voice resounded through the heavens from the Star Cup. The sound echoed across the sky, directly announcing the Ten Pledges. This surprised Ren Isana; the Star Cup was actually announcing them itself?
"The war is over. Now, everyone, eyes on me! I have an announcement to make!" The voice of the Star Cup immediately drew the attention of the entire world. Seeing this, Ren Isana vanished from the spot and returned to the planet's surface.
He didn't want to be stared at like a monkey. The moment he took out that consciousness, his task was mostly complete. Next, he only needed to bring Riku and Schwi to the future to completely conclude this journey.
"First: In this world, all murder, war, and robbery are forbidden!" The voice of the Star Cup rang across the globe. As these words fell, an invisible force appeared, directly binding every living creature in this world.
"Second: All disputes shall be resolved through games. Third: In games, each party must wager something of equal value which both parties agree to. Fourth: Provided it does not violate the third rule, the game content and wagers are not restricted... Tenth: Let's all have fun and play together in peace!" Thus, the Ten Pledges were born.
Every word from the Star Cup turned into a rule of this world, firmly restricting everyone. Discovering this, the masses were filled with questions. What on earth was happening? Why had things turned out like this?
Were these rules for real? At this moment, every race felt the rules weighing down on them and was left speechless, completely unable to understand what was going on.
However, none of this had anything to do with Ren Isana. He had already returned to the ground, landing right in front of the Flügel.
Ren Isana looked at the field of lolis and fell into deep thought. Azrael's eyes were fixed on him, looking as if she wanted to rush forward and take a big bite out of him. It was all because of this guy; if not for him, Lord Artosh wouldn't have...
"You don't need to look at me like that. The God of War sought his own death. You should have seen that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given me his concept of growing stronger through battle," Ren Isana said slowly, feeling Azrael's gaze.
Although it was the truth, Azrael and the other Flügel were still unhappy. Azrael looked at Ren Isana fiercely and said, "I will never acknowledge you, meow!"
Although Artosh had told them to follow Ren Isana's lead from now on, she just didn't want to. No matter what, she didn't want to. This was the man who had taken down their Lord; she resolutely refused to listen to him.
Hearing this, Ren Isana scratched his head. "I don't really need your acknowledgement, do I? Tsk, whatever. Let's just leave it at that for now. Release them all and go back to Avant Heim. Oh right, Jibril!"
Saying this, Ren Isana tossed out Lil' Jilly, whom he had been keeping confined. Lil' Jilly was currently holding a magic book and reading. Suddenly feeling the spatial shift, she looked completely bewildered.
The magic book in her hand also disappeared. After glancing around, Jibril asked in confusion, "What happened? What happened? Why did you let me out? Put me back in! I haven't finished reading those spells yet!"
Lil' Jilly started running toward Ren Isana, but before she could get far, she was pulled into a hug by Azrael. Seeing her sister Jibril, Azrael immediately burst into tears.
"Waaaaah! Lil' Jilly! Lord Artosh is dead!" Azrael could no longer hold it in and wailed loudly. The surrounding Flügel were also affected and began to cry uncontrollably.
Hearing this, Jibril was stunned. She looked dazed for a moment. The old man was gone? She carefully sensed for him and indeed discovered that the connection to Artosh had vanished.
Jibril fell silent for a moment, but soon she spoke up slowly. "The old man probably sought his own death, right? If he didn't want to, no one could have killed him."
Jibril was the one who best understood how terrifying the God of War was. After all, she was the most special among the Flügel. She would sneak attack the God of War whenever she felt like it, and her power was like a child's in his eyes.
"But..." Azrael wanted to say something more, but she was directly interrupted by Lil' Jilly. Lil' Jilly looked straight at Azrael. "You dummy, Azrael. The old man had lived long enough. He was always waiting for someone who could kill him to appear. Now, his wish has been granted!"
Even without Azrael saying anything, Lil' Jilly knew who had taken down the God of War. Who else could it be but Ren Isana?
Moreover, the man carried a scent that was incredibly familiar to her.
*Lord Artosh must have been very happy when he died. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given that thing to Ren Isana,* Jibril thought as she turned to look at him.
At this moment, Azrael also fell silent. Thinking of Artosh's final command, she felt so aggrieved she wanted to cry. Why did he have to hand them over to someone else? And to a monkey at that!
"You handle these Flügel. I'm leaving soon. Our next meeting will likely be five thousand years from now." Ren Isana looked at Jibril quietly. This trip to another world had yielded incredibly rich rewards.
Most importantly, Ren Isana's strength had broken through to an unprecedented level. As such, it was time for him to leave. Once he picked up Schwi and Riku, he would return to his original timeline.
"Five thousand years? I see. I understand. But since you're leaving, could you give me some of Beatrice's magic books? Making me wait five thousand years is going to be way too boring!" Jibril wasn't particularly surprised, as she had overheard the conversation between Ren Isana and Riku earlier.
Faced with Lil' Jilly's request, Ren Isana rolled his eyes and flatly refused without hesitation. He left one sentence behind before vanishing from the spot: "In five thousand years, you can have as many as you want. So wait for it—wait for the day my world merges with this one."
Ren Isana vanished right before Jibril's eyes after saying that. This made Jibril furious. What a jerk, teasing her like that and then just running away! How was she supposed to spend these five thousand years?!
Following Ren Isana's departure, the Ex-Machina glanced at the Flügel and also slowly exited the stage. The great war was over, and they now had their own things to do. Five thousand years... they also wanted to see that new world!
The entire world had now returned to a beautiful blue. Riku, Schwi, and many humans emerged from the cave. Looking at the azure sky, everyone felt it was incredibly beautiful.
The sky used to be poison to them, but now it was more beautiful than ever. The war was over. Humans would now have their own race ranking. Although it was at the very bottom, it was enough to make everyone incredibly satisfied.
Riku looked at the chess piece in his hand, his eyes flashing with excitement, but soon he became melancholy. He turned to look at his sister, Corone; he was about to leave as well.
This might be the last time he would see his sister. Although he felt some reluctance, he knew very well that this was the inevitable conclusion. Someone had come from the future just to save him and Schwi.
With that thought, Riku placed the chess piece belonging to Imanity into Corone's hand. "Corone, I'm entrusting humanity's future to you. Make sure to pass down those spells. They are our capital. Whoever they are, as long as they are human, let them learn."
Riku began to give his final instructions. Listening to him, Corone's tears fell instantly because she also knew that Riku's departure this time might be a permanent farewell.
Ren Isana, who had just returned, was speechless. He couldn't help but criticize, "There's really no need for this 'parting forever' drama. The Elves will definitely come looking eventually. Just give them those magic books. Once you've settled the humans' affairs, have them seal you up."
For many races in this world, time was the least valuable thing. For those Elf folks, as long as you pay with magic books, they'd definitely be willing. So you'll still be able to meet in five thousand years.
Ren Isana's words caused Riku and Corone's eyes to light up. Then, Corone looked at Riku with a determined gaze. "I'll go into slumber once I've arranged everything. Riku, I'll see you in five thousand years!"
Ren Isana's suggestion was excellent, wasn't it? To see her brother again, she naturally didn't mind sealing herself. They would reunite in five thousand years. As for whether the Elves would agree?
She wasn't worried. Even if she had to beg, she would make them agree. Besides, they wouldn't want to lose those magic books, right? Based on the things Riku had taught her, manipulating the Elves shouldn't be much of a problem!