Isekai Shoukan wa Nidome Desu

An island in the heart of three continents.

It has been an isolated island in the sea for a few days now where no one can enter.

- No, to be precise, you can go in.

But it's a figurine called a dead body.

At the heart of the island, there was a huge building.

It's built like a temple, and every stone is unusually large.

Inside there were several hierarchies, with large windows on the top floor that seemed to look beyond the sea.

Through that window, the Creating God Claire Sill looks down on the world.

"... how about adding or subtracting, Dear Clarisil"

"Not bad. I feel like the world has finally gotten on my hands."

Creacil reaches out.

Above that hand, the world was already gripped.

"The world is on my hands. You can break it any time you want."

"We, the Seven Sacred Swords, are ready."

Dropping your head behind her holding hands are seven shadows.

"Let's get started. Come and crush even one of the cities. We're gonna raise the slaughter wolf smoke."

"Gahaha! Then I'll go!

Standing up was a man of high height featuring pointed red hair.

He makes a nasty laugh as he hits his sharp gaze on Creacil.

"I want everything, the best part, the best part! Isn't that good, Master Clarisil?

"Mamon... okay. You go."

"Gaha! No!

The man, called Mamon, jumped straight out of the top floor, getting smaller and disappearing.

"... are you sure you want me to let that man go?

One of the Seven Holy Swords drops off Mamon and opens his mouth.

"I don't mind. The spirit of his special attack is easy to handle. Leave him alone, he'll take some of the head's neck."

Creacil turns around and creates a throne behind him.

Sitting on it without boneless and wasteful decorations, she uttered the words of the beginning.

"Come on - it's the end of a man's world"

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"Claire, Sil... did you move?"

Destroia shrugged as she turned to the lonely island with Creacil.

"This one's still going to take a while."

Behind her, a temple in the woods.

Behind it, on a worn pedestal, there was a figure of Setsu chained with his arms and lying on his knees.

Close your eyes, you seem unconscious.

"If you have to, Noon... No, do you believe him?"

Destroia enters the temple.

Seeing Seth's "finish," she narrowed her eyes to satisfaction.

"The world of men will not end - Creacille."