Manowa

"Ha, I'm tired."

So murmured Kikuna, exhaling loudly on the spot, slowly sat down in that seat. It was a room reserved for Kikuna, in the Akihabara Skytree.

Akihabara Skytree also had aspects as a giant magic device for interfering with the river of magic (Nagarine), and in some cases these rest rooms existed because of the need for Kikuna to come to the scene. Nevertheless, this time she had come with the accompaniment of the dungeon creation of the wind sounds, but now Daisy Na was so worn out that those around her had never seen it before.

Her witches, who are the most surrounded, speak nothing but a caring face. It was an educated but late effort to make Kikuna the divine identity, the absolute superior being. So it was not they who spoke to Kikuna, but one old man who was with them on the spot.

"So, Master Kikuna. Is your body okay?

Chrysanthemum laughs weakly at the fan words we came to this room with.

I've known Kikuna since she was a kid, and I kept her by my side because she's the person I can talk to without being awkward like this, but even for that fan, all this time, Kikuna also made a weak noise that it was "subtle".

"I'm pretty tired. It would be better to say that the concubine's body is worn out than the concubine herself. The damage over there has reached the concubine in tune and is overloaded."

The words have fans and witches looking surprised.

Kikuna's body is a god with thousands of years of history, now named Kikuna to avoid interference coming from his true name, but it is a being that bears the name of a nation-building god that everyone would otherwise know.

"... what happened?

Kikuna frowned at the worried looking fan, wondering what she had just said.

The cause of the load on the body is obvious. The Great God, who supported all eight worlds, including this one, descended on the spot, and was about to be blown away by its so immense presence. Nothing was done, but the scale of the existence of the Great God and Daisy Na had greater openings than elephants and ants, and for Daisy Na, the Great God was literally transcendent.

"The Great God. I showed up there to repair the subspace. That's not why modulation was there. It doesn't mean that my body endured it to minimize its impact."

"The Great God? That's... you know, supporting this world."

It didn't mean the fans didn't know anything about the Great God either. I've also heard of the fan before that it's called Atlas, but it doesn't mean I still understand the Great God correctly. Instead, he had an incredible face against the fact that Kikuna's body was an unrivaled opponent.

"Mm-hmm. You don't have the right dimension to just manage the land like a concubine. To be honest, I guess you put your hands on it. If that person touches it, it will blow the body of the concubine like a bubble on the water. Just because you can live like this will be a thank you."

"Nah... what kind of monster is that, then?"

The fan says that unexpectedly and then says, "No, I'm sorry," and hurries. "I don't care about concubines," she returned.

"It's not like I can speak much outside, though. Few of the gods worship. In some cases, they can disappear as soon as they say so."

The fan's face turned blue on Kikuna's advice. Chrysanthemum as she watches how it goes. That reminds me of the wind noise.

(One crack would be better if you didn't know it would be that girl)

It wasn't that fans can't be trusted, it was a late decision that fans who have been watching growth since they were little were cute.

If it leaks out of the fan even slightly, it undoubtedly brings catastrophe to the fan. If it's in front of you, it's the humans you can't help but try. Whatever it is, if I knew, the world would move and try to come into contact as one crack of the Great God. She knew humans were such creatures.

(If you are destined to die as a person, you will have no choice but to say anything about the death of an unemployed person. But if you interfere with yourself through that girl, forgiveness is no good. At that time, accounts may not fit in one part of the world)

After thinking that far, Kikuna felt Bull's own little body tremble.

He says he doesn't sneak up on a god he doesn't touch, but he's the one who can kill God under heavy pressure just by turning his consciousness. Just touching one end of existence, Daisy Na's body was about to disappear, and knowing its depth had in turn raised her stature as a god. In a way, Chrysanthemum may say that she won the bet, but Chrysanthemum felt that she had never again apologized for the same outline.

(Well, even after this one, they'll still stop by here in the future... well, what happens)

Kikuna thinks about the wind sounds that are now trying to generate a dungeon in the basement and head to Anazer World exactly.

(It's probably hard to say that the Great God will help them. The Great God, no. God loves the life and death of being a person, including the body of a concubine. I love that life. You don't like to get cloudy with your hands on it.)

Empowering cheaply, it corrupts and demeans its spirituality. Some gods enjoy it, but for them to live a long time, it's close to a kind of entertainment. At a level close to instinct, they were making it good to observe.

(Well, some don't...)

If you ask me, it was a story that there was a Jilbel presence over there that would remain God while preserving his will by the law of the Great God. That was a "well tolerated" perception for Kikuna, the communicator.

If you are exposed to the stream of the river of magic (Nagarine), you will gently blow away the will of man. Hundred years of endurance. In the process, God learns to freeze his roots, like the Great God, and to separate beings, like Chrysanthemum.

(Deal with that only by your own will. That alone is close to a miracle, but does it mean that it will become the Creating God? Well, I just want to tell you to try it if it's supposed to be)

God loves possibilities. That's one of the reasons that divided the world into eight parts. Doom was also one of diversity, and Jilbel's attempts were more preferred as well. So truly divine enough, they don't get their hands on it, and the other person has weaved it in, so Kikuna predicted that they would have boldly gone into action.

"Well, maybe this time it's a bad time."

"What is it?

The fan that was beside him tilted his neck and asked, but Kikuna closed her eyes laughing just a little and giving back "It's nothing," she said. I'm tired today, not even a little bit of Kikuna. And while Kikuna slowly began to fall asleep, the dungeons caused by the wind sounds were gradually spreading.