Even Posing as a Hero is Easy–Why? Cause I’m a God–

A cubic building in the centre of the floating continent.

A large room covered by black walls on the second basement floor.

There was a line of petrified gods there.

Celica shook her voice and said.

"This, what does this mean?

The stone statues of the gods, men, women and old men, all had a distressed look on their faces.

And the stone statue had hose-like tubes on it.

Lapisia frowns and screams.

"Jizzy! Baba!

It must be an expression of love once and for all Rapissian.

Seen with the truth eye.

"Candens, adwolos, lunaris...... all, you're a real god. And there is little vitality and spirituality. Looks like you're sucking the force out of this tube."

"Hey, was it too late - I need to help you soon"

I waved a machete. Reflecting the magical light, my body twinkles.

I cut off all the connected tubes from the base of a sword.

From the tip of the cut tube, the light faded away.

I groan worried as Celica puts her finger on my mouth.

"It's going to take a while to carry it all..."

"No. You don't have to carry it all out"

"Huh?"

"Because power is almost nil, it can be said that there is no harm in a way. Carry only the gods who still have the strength to avoid being sucked away any more."

"I see! That's Kaika. It's a calm decision!

"Which, carry?

Meña in a witch's dress rocks her black tail and walks between the stone statues.

"Right...... back right and in front of it. Then..."

I chose five remaining stone statues of power.

Carry one in Celica and Meña, me and Lapisia hold two at a time.

"All right, let's hurry."

Return to the path you came with the stone statue.

Go up the stairs early enough.

- So far so good.

Go through the first basement floor and exit to the first floor.

I opened a large door with both openings. A dazzling light plugs in.

When I put the stone statue of God on the table, Celica and Lapisia also came out.

Make a much heavier noise and put it on the ground.

Celica holds down the blonde hair flowing beside her in the wind with her hands.

"What are you going to do?

"No, here's the thing - The Hot Wind Slash"

I had to pull out my knife and shook it all at once.

Zah!

The slaughter echoes in the valley of high-rise architecture, the central city of the floating continent.

Then it starts to sound much heavier without delay.

All the towers standing beside the cube fell diagonally cut from the middle.

All the barriers that covered the floating continent are removed.

The refreshing blue sky widened.

Then lift with one hand the stone statue of God placed in front of the entrance.

"Ha!

I threw it as much as I wanted, heading outside and falling into the ocean.

Celica rounds her eyes.

"Well, Kaika!... Is it not dangerous?

"Though it's a stone statue, it's God, and it's okay - you know, we're going that way!

One after the other he threw a stone statue of God.

Lapisia raised the monolithic statue overhead with both hands.

"I'll do Lapisia too!

"Don't hit me anywhere."

"Yeah!"

The whole body was used to throw stone. Blue hair shakes like a bounce.

Instead of drawing a parabola, he flew straight into the sky.

Not to mention it glowed and disappeared. They flew all the way to space.

Sure enough, you didn't hit anywhere.

Was it Lunaris, a beautiful woman with thin lines, who flew away?

"... it's God, and you're not going to die. There was a lot of power left."

"Hmm? Was it no good?

"No, fine - more than that, it's God of Genesis next"

Celica and Megna shake their hair and nod.

"Ha. Let's go." "Good luck."

I nodded and went back to the square building.

- but when I opened the door to the entrance, a screaming high voice sounded.

"Ha wow! What are you doing? Awesome!

If I turned my eyes, there was a girl about an elementary school student by the stairs that were behind the ground floor.

Brown hair cut off with about shoulders. Young limbs in large eyes.

He is wearing a pyjama of seemingly soft fabric and holds a nuigurumi beside him.

- Why are you having kids here?

Seeing with a faint eye of truth as he hands the machete at the illuminating inlet of sunlight.

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I can't read anything!

My superior being...

I said as I looked at the young girl. My voice is blurred.

"You are... the god of creation, Atra."

The girl turned her eyes round as she ran over here.

"How do you know Atra!?

"I took care of him... I didn't think he was a kid."

Atra swelled her cheeks with puffiness.

"Atra is not a child! I know love, because I'm an adult. Shh!

"I often say to you that the landscape looks good on you... is that what you mean"

"See?"

Atra tilts her thin neck. The brown hair drifted to the side.

There was a limit to what the Genesis God was doing, no matter how arrogant God was.

Thoughts without thought.

Dream stories pursuing ideals.

brutality with no regard for the lives of others.

- Because everything was a kid.

I shook my head in awe and said to the celicas.

"As I just said, this is the Genesis God. Be careful."

"I can't believe you were a child..."

"I just pictured myself as a god of creation admired by my mother. I didn't ask him what he looked like."

I put my hand on the fine sword that Celica lowered to her waist with a serious face.

Meigna also takes a fighting system.

Lapisia screamed as she pulled a cute crease between her brows.

"Chibi Baba!"

"Hey, what the hell! This rude kid!

"Baba! Baba!

Lapisia keeps screaming.

It resonated well in a very large room covered by black walls.

Mmm, says Atra, who was biting her lips off.

"I'm busy! I'm going to kill you!

"Well, wait. He's your grandson, but he doesn't really seem to have been born."

"See? What's a mago? Ugh, I don't know, but we're all enemies against Atra!

"We're all enemies... you know. You don't have to do anything because it's the world you've created. We all live desperately to live. Not if you ignore that."

- What did God do?

I used to think so too.

But it wasn't.

Celica, Megna, Lapisia.

Kimmelik's father, Leo, the Naga tribe, the elves, and many more.

Everyone was desperate to live.

I know I'm not in a position to preach to people.

Still, I can't help but say that this Genesis God is wrong.

- but Atra swung Nuigurumi and got angry.

"It doesn't matter! You have to be nice to Atra! That's the duty of everything that lives and lives!

I sigh in fright.

"How selfish are you... your selfishness made a lot of people suffer?

"Painful? I don't know what that means. They're all happy to be here for me."

"No, this guy - he's so retarded I don't think he's a god of creation"

Atra hangs her eyes and gets angry. But I just wiggle my little bush around, so I look childish.

"Anyone who fools Atra, meh, is!

"What is it, man? You're working with the Demon King."

"Vernus is not a bad person! It makes Atra's wish come true!

I learned to be hooked on that word.

"Make a wish that can't even be fulfilled by the Genesis God," he said?

Atra nodded with a fierce mess of brown hair.

"It is! Vernus is a prince on a white horse for Atra, so sooo!

"What the hell do you want?

"We all want a nice world, gentle and uncontested!

"It's such a fantasy. More than desperate to live, it creates strife and conflict. It's God's job to keep an eye on it."

"I'm just sad that we're fighting! Those who can't listen to Atra don't deserve to live, so shh!

Too arrogant an opinion, frustrated.

That could have been because of overlapping my past self.

As he approached Atra with a large strand, he dropped his clenched fist over his head.

There was a blunt noise.

"Come on. How much do you think I've bothered the world around here? Have more godly consciousness!

He looked up at me with the sight of something incredible, but after a while he wept in his big eyes.

"What a god... what a god, because it's just a luxurious curse. Shh! Huh!"

"- Curse?"

Not answering my question, Atra covered her face and cried out.

"Hmm! Vernus! Vernus!!

- Then, the cutthroat stiff shoe sounded from the ascent stairs.

"No, you can't. I can't believe I'm waving violence. It's about fools."

Clear voice. But somewhere cold and cruel. It resonated well in a room surrounded by black walls.