I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

Let's just talk a little bit about history.

This world - that is, this other world where orange sounds were reincarnated and came.

Once upon a time there were gods who were no longer present in modern times, even when there were no human beings yet.

Unlike humans, they had no concept of death, but the power that was later passed down to humans as a skill. It is a power similar to the flesh as the transcendent that the orange noise has acquired today, so much so that they can all soon be called transcendents.

They didn't even have the concept of contention.

They also did not have the concept of peace.

They also did not have the concept of violence.

Thus, in modern human concepts, that first era - this world was undoubtedly peaceful.

No more killing occurs than there is no concept of death, no more than there is no concept of peace, just a few days to continue to maintain the status quo with life for them.

I don't find it boring - it's just that there was something missing in their raw that just roughly satisfied their desires.

Even if there was no dispute, there was love.

If there was love, there was emotion.

If we had feelings, we had hearts to think of each other.

Still, no reason was created for just waging violence, and there is not enough madness for disputes to occur.

They were too sober.

Clean, righteous, sacred and free of all filth. So there was no hatred, even with love. There was no hope, but no despair. Even with power, there was no violence.

As much as they don't have to use the power they have, they are capable of maintaining the status quo and staying the course of time.

Therefore, this world was at peace.

Therefore, this world was full of hope.

Therefore, this world was full of love.

Therefore, this world was sacred.

Everyone thought that there was no filth whatsoever, that there was no such thing as a futile hustle and bustle, and that this world would continue like this forever.

But at one point in this world, a vice was born that I don't know what a coincidence is, but it's not supposed to be born.

It was just one god. I was born with madness, I was a bad god.

Despair, violence and madness, which do not exist in this world, were catastrophes born with everything vicious.

She realized at the moment of her birth.

- I was born to change this world.

From that day on she did everything she could to be vicious.

Gradually she attacked the gods. She slaughtered the gods by converting everything she could to violence.

Regardless, the gods had no concept of death. But it was an illusion under no interference with each other. To them too, there was a way to kill them.

Yes, it is also God who can kill God.

They have kept peace for thousands of years, unaware that they have the power to kill each other.

That was overshadowed by only one vice. Reminded. They have learned that they can kill them.

Her malignancy is contagious.

Once you know it, you can't stop it. They fear and resist the notion of death bewitched by her. Naturally, they were made to wield violence by her.

It is inevitable that that will happen - war.

They fought. To kill only one god. To protect my life.

Without knowing that it was what she wanted, they ignorantly wielded their full possession.

Fear and anger were born in a world where many gods died and were eventually at peace. Many gods roared the voice of anger, and love went into hatred.

Days went on that hated each other, killed each other, and feared each other.

The evil god laughs softly with the kettle. Laugh as you fight.

I enjoyed fighting the gods, from the bottom of my heart. At the earliest, it represents what she has accomplished. Pleasant and pleasant, she gained momentum in the smell of burning flames and death.

Bubble, gutter, zashi, dust, buckwheat, gutter, okin, and ori.

Having waged war, she fought for many years - at the end of the day executed by many gods.

The hatred of the gods, in the form of torture, was all alone, and in the end they took their lives in the most brutal way.

Numerous blades were protruded, many times slashed of meat, hundreds of flying arrows were taken, bones all over his body were trimmed and crushed slightly, eyes, tongue and gut were not hesitant to be decided, bone joints were turned to be screwed, offended through to the point of a piece of cell, and death was celebrated at the end of humiliation and disgrace.

But she was laughing to the end. It exploded the emotions of madness, and it was disgusting.

That would be the case, too.

Until the end, she had the sight she wanted to see.

- Kill him!

- Die! Die!

- Kuhahahaha! That sounds good and broken!

- Aha! I put a bug in your body!

- Wow, maggots gushing in my stomach! It's disgusting!

- Die!!

- Die! Die!

- Die Yee!!!!

The expression of the gods stained with hatred and evil. An expression that exudes anger and pleasures. The madness of trying it on yourself, thinking of a way that is more brutal than who you were born with malice. Funny how you don't realize you're waving the evil that you hated the most.

I haven't noticed. They don't notice.

I don't doubt it because I believe that vice is just for her. Kill her and this war will be over and I do not doubt that the original peace will return.

How silly, hilarious.

That's why she laughs.

- I changed this world.

In the future, contagious vices will create new evils and cause further wars.

At the time of this war, the gods killed the gods. Beyond having love, they buy hatred for the life they have killed.

The hated gods, unaware that they were stained with evil, mistakenly assume that they alone remain sacred, and repeat the war again.

Yes, I repeat as many times as I want until they can disappear from this world.

- I want this world! I changed it!! Ahahahaha!!

With certainty in his heart, the evil gods disappeared from the world.

And it came down to her certainty. This world was exacerbated by chaotic hatred and anger.

One, another, and God died. It's too ugly to be called a myth, the history of battle piles up.

But there was only one such thing that went against the expectations of the evil gods.

There was a God whose world was stained with evil and who remained sacred. There was a God who abandoned hatred, grieved his anger, mercied his death, and tried to put up a fight.

She had a heart like the Virgin Mary.

I loved all the gods, I just grieved for their deaths, I never hated the gods stained with hatred, I just didn't stop fighting the evil that has spread to one person - this world.

The war ends.

One, another, touched her beautiful heart and stopped the fight. She repeated the dialogue with each and every one of them. Trying to stop the fight.

- Let's stop the fight. Hatred and anger only create new hatred and anger again. I'm sad. How could you be so sober, bleeding and fighting? How can you not realize that vice is in your heart? You murdered her in the same way she did. Isn't that indisputably proof that you are malignant yourself? It's you who should fight. Discipline yourselves, love yourselves, have mercy on the friends in front of you, and have the courage to join hands. Look at a hopeful future where you can forgive them.

The infectious malignancy was dispelled by the common word of only one God.

The war is over. The battle is over.

They were ashamed of themselves. And put an end to the bloody chain of history and sorrow.

Never again, there will be war. And he decided to give up his power as a testament to that oath.

The extraordinary powers they had were released into the world - and they did not exist other than the gods, giving birth to new life. Animals, nature, and humans were also born.

With the power released from them shaping this world and losing power, they chose to vanish that the gods should not exist in this world.

Their lives were sucked into her who made peace with love in this world and became one. All God was gone, instead the only God was born with the spirit of fraternity.

She uses the power she has acquired to bless all the life she lives in this world.

- One day when there's a war in this world, the power to put this away.

Maybe I could have said deterrent. It was meant to contain their power in the life that was born in this world. Shackles that can contain forces later called status. It was her prayer that their power could be contained by themselves.

When the war broke out, the gods hated but never forgot love.

Believe it's the same as a new life, when they've been stained with vice, if there's love in the depths of your heart, the strength of your mind to stay on.

And with that prayer, the fraternal girlfriend disappeared from this world. Beyond the concept of flesh, she became the very concept that shaped this world.

The prayer sent thousands of years of peace to this world.

War has never been fought before, and humans have shown the strength of their minds to put an end to it with their own strength. Wherever possible, they were able to keep one form of peace, albeit in an awkward way, by joining hands and hands, caring for friends, loving lovers, and caring for their families.

But the peace also - was to collapse immediately.

There was a seed of power left by the evil God at the hour of his death.

It twitched and eroded this world, creating one life. That was the presence of demons - demons, and warcraft.

They were not human beings, but beings who killed many lives without any meaning. It was originally the same thing that the evil god's girlfriend did - a presence that wields an incentive to create hatred and anger in this world.

Her scattered seeds later gave birth to a being known as the "Demon King", and at the end of the day the demon king became known as the Demon King, the seed turned into one "demon girl beyond the Demon King".

The Demon Nation becomes the enemy of man, and man becomes the enemy of the Demon Nation. Such an understandable construct shows that war as the earliest species will not end unless one of them is destroyed.

There is no more God of Fraternity. There is no more god of vice.

But what the God of fraternity left behind, and what the God of vice left behind, both left behind. And it created a new era of warfare - by the intervention of paranormal beings that differed in dimension from this world, or more madness than the wars of the gods, to this world.

Yes, by the intervention of the otherworlds.

The rampant madness swallowed this world, and the prayerful peace of the fraternal God collapsed. The chain desired by the vicious God left her hand at the earliest opportunity.

The order of this world, born of the gods, is broken down by the existence of an entirely different world.

- Oh, why is this happening? I just wish that different lives lived in peace with love.

The god of fraternity who should no longer be here. As if that her heart is grieving, this world is screaming.

- I didn't imagine. Such madness, it's excess in my hands. It's hard to see.

A vicious god who shouldn't be here anymore. This world is trembling, as if its her heart were afraid.

The battle was already broken and dropped. To stop the battle that has begun, it will not end unless someone ends it.

Otherwise - it won't stop until one of us dies.