Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

A long time ago...

That's the beginning referee that happened underground.

It was the end of the chosen God who won and those who were chosen for it.

Nestled in the endless wilderness are the Creating God, who looked like a girl, and the chooser she chose.

Just now, the fierce jihad is over.

Only God and man, two people, are standing.

The heavens roar, but the noise blows from overhead.

The lid was falling, along with the roar of splitting his ear.

It's called Seismic Heaven, the underground order.

The sky beneath the earth trembles like an earthquake occurs on earth.

The ceiling slowly fell and eventually stopped.

The underlying sky, which sank more than normal, was about half as high.

At that time, a voice sounded to announce the end.

"The judgment was handed down. The Creator chose, O transcendent. Thou art worthy of those who possess the power of God and become order. Adjust the tilted balance, be God's substitute."

On the hills of the wilderness, a radiant giant balance appears.

Around it were scales of various sizes, large and small.

Each tilt was slightly different, and all the small scales were mostly in equilibrium.

The least harmonious is the enormous balance at its centre.

That scale of strict gold was applied on the left with the design of a shield and on the right with a sword, leaning greatly to the left.

"conforming god (strawberry) el lorarierom"

The Creator spoke quietly.

"Is that correct?

In response to that question, I received a reply from a huge scale called the Consistency God.

"The balance of order shall not be tilted. This is the earth that you created and honor the world, the integrity."

"I made a mistake"

"No, order is unmistakable. There is no right or wrong in us, only to lead the world the way it should be."

"I thought I was wrong. Either the idea is wrong or not, I am wrong"

said the Creator God.

"Consistency God, your logic is broken"

The Creator extends his little hand toward Errolarielom.

"I will cease the judgment of judgment, and will end it permanently"

"No, there is no end to this judgment. As long as there is a world, order will continue to be preserved. Selected referee for that."

"Order at the expense of life is not gentle"

"Dear Left, There is no such thing as kindness in order. Life in the presence of order, life and death are the last things in front of order. The world without alignment is just a journey of doom."

The Creator shuts his mouth.

So I closed my eyes and uttered words.

"I'm sorry."

Hilarious, hilarious, and countless snowflakes descend.

Artieltonoa shines in the sky.

"With my order, thou shalt sleep deeply. That concludes the sad judgment. This saves order, but it never saves people"

In the golden balance, the silver light points.

Slowly Artieltonoa came down and swallowed a golden balance in the moon.

"... foolishness. Foolishness, God of Creation… Do you want me to disobey the order of the world that I have created..."

"You're right. I was a fool."

A vast mass of magic is slowly falling out of the body of the Creating God, which envelops the Aligning God.

The balance dissolving in the moon began to distort its contours.

"If order perishes, the doom of the world is inevitable. Numerous lives will disappear and eventually all will be lost to nothing. Re-create everything, or God of creation."

Slowly the Creator shook his neck left and right.

"Two thousand years is all I need."

With certain eyes, the Creator said.

"Even if the balance of order leans toward doom, surely, it will not perish"

"... Impossible... order is not vague, God's reason becomes absolute. Do you argue speculation?"

The Creator nods coldly.

"Yes. The tragedy that it is all decided makes people frustrated and also hurts God. The vague and obscure world is the only salvation"

"I don't understand"

"I just don't want anyone else to walk down the path my sister took"

Slowly the Creator walks down the hill and touches the balance swallowed.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't be gentle with you."

As he stroked my son, the Creator gently crawled his fingers that month.

Artieltonoa is changing shape.

"Goodbye -"

The body of the Creator God shines.

On a wilderness hill surrounded by bright white lights, there was a running figure.

The shadow held a brilliant white blade in purple and pierced the body of the defenseless Creator.

"……………"

The bitter exhalation leaked and the light subsided slightly.

Stabbing her in the chest is the Banraken Gaudgaymon. The overflowing purple electricity erodes the body of the Creator God.

"... transcendent..."

To the shadow of a sword pierced, the Creator speaks.

"... who hates...?

He was a gentle voice.

"Hate God? Hate people?

The Creator reaches out to his opponent to take his own life.

"Or this world, hate?

What has returned is just a gaze filled with hatred.

"It is the same if you erase me here. Being a proxy won't save you. Even with the power of God, your hatred will burn you and continue to scorch its soul"

Never mind, the transcendent shoved the sword of thunder into the Creator God.

"You are full of hatred. So I chose you and reached out to you. But out of that hatred I could not save thee. I couldn't stop you."

The body of the Creator God becomes thin and transparent.

The life was about to end.

"But"

As you put it to your last hope, she says.

"Not now. Someday, not here, somewhere, out of your hatred, I'll set you free"

A magic formation is depicted in the body of the Creator God.

What was revealed was the light of reincarnation.

The transcendent runs purple electricity on the Banzai sword, piercing the light and interfering in its magic.

The reincarnated light, distorted.

"You can suffer, you can denigrate. So if thou wilt be saved at all, I will be comforted. But remember,"

The body of the Creator God was extinguished so that the particles of light would be misty.

"One day even its burning hatred will burn, because the Demon King will come here"

Leave me that word.

The transcendent pierced the Ban Thunder Sword into the Moon of Creation.

A sight of thunder illuminates the wilderness.

The sunken lid slowly rises up so that it can be lifted to the pillars of order.

Thus the Selection Judgement was completed and the first proxy was born.