Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Intentional?

Novia looked at Shekina's completely stunned and dumbfounded expression.

He stretched out his hand.

It was neither a divine touch nor a majestic one.

Instead, as if dealing with a spoiled child who had been throwing a tantrum, he lightly flicked Shejina's smooth forehead with the knuckle of his index finger.

"Boom."

A soft sound.

gentle.

dull.

Yet it also carried a warmth and intimacy that Shejina had never experienced before...

“So,” Novia said softly, withdrawing her hand, “you’re a little cuter than Lilith.”

cute……?

Am I... cuter than that woman?

And so, at this moment.

The girl named Shejina's face began to flush from her snow-white neck, spreading upwards to her delicate ears, turning into a hot, luscious blush.

"I...I'm nowhere near...comparable to that woman..."

She instinctively wanted to refute, but her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, filled with a pure, girlish shyness and panic that she herself was unaware of.

"Woo..."

In the end, all the words and all the thoughts turned into a sob that was unclear and had a slightly nasal tone.

Shejina slowly, very slowly, lowered her head, no longer daring to look into his eyes.

Somehow, she felt that this sea of ​​absolute nothingness, which should have been a symbol of her defeat and sin, was now...

It was as if she had returned to that heaven she missed so much, a place she could never go back to.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

And he was right beside me.

Novia's eyes showed no impatience or indifference, only a kind of indulgent "I really can't do anything with you" look.

a long time.

She let out a soft sigh.

"It's fine."

"Although the process was indeed ugly and disgusting."

"But I already said I think it's cute."

His voice became very gentle.

"Whether it is loneliness, jealousy, excitement, exhaustion, joy, or pity... it is all the same."

"........."

Shejina remained silent.

"Hmm, judging from your expression, you still don't seem to understand." Novia tilted her head, her tone carrying a hint of feigned regret. "What a pity, I thought you would be a little happier after hearing this."

"No, no! I, I meant...you..."

You shouldn't do that.

What Shejina really wanted to say was this.

You are the supreme being, the light, the reason, the source and the end of everything.

You shouldn't be speaking such tender words to a soul like yours, corrupted by jealousy and ugly by failure.

In her mind, he should be absolute and fair.

If someone says he's evil, he'll agree; if someone says he's great, he'll smile.

Then, no matter what the other party says, he will not hesitate to kill the so-called "evil" for the sake of humanity.

And he himself, without a doubt, was the "evil" who should be killed.

That indelible shame, that mistake that even made her want to disappear completely...

Honestly, how could I be so stupid?

In this universe, there is certainly no sinner greater than me.

"Don't be so long-winded."

however,

To Shekina's surprise, Novia uttered a statement that was almost unreasonable and full of absolute "power."

"If I say you won, then you won."

"…………Eh?"

Shejina's face, which was identical to Lilith's, showed a look of surprise once again. She blinked involuntarily, as if trying to confirm whether she was hallucinating.

To be honest, Shekina was very happy to see Novia again.

However, from the moment they reunited, his every word and action left her feeling utterly bewildered, unlike anything she had ever done before.

“But, Demyogo…” Shejina instinctively tried to explain.

"You did it on purpose; you were doing a good deed."

Novia interrupted again, irrationally.

He paused, then continued in a tone as if recounting a predetermined fact: "Sophia (you) glimpsed the 'seed of chaos' (Demyogo) sleeping in the abyss, and, unable to bear its eternal descent, resolved to tame and guide it with your own light. But unexpectedly, you were devoured by its power, and thus, unwillingly, 'gave birth' to Demyogo, this imperfect child."

It was less of an explanation and more of a one-sided "statement of facts."

It is a forced attempt to give her "crime" a "benevolent" beginning.

but……

Very strange.

This time, Shekina did not refute it.

I just listened quietly, as if I wanted to remember every single word he said, deeply and forever.

As Shekina's consciousness was completely overwhelmed by an unprecedented torrent of emotions called "happiness," Novia's gaze had already pierced through this realm that belonged only to the two of them and turned back to the outside.

He gazes at Demiugo, the ultimate Satan.

The universe is crying.

It is neither a metaphor nor a rhetorical device.

The strings that constitute reality are now emitting a mournful cry of unbearable burden.

Here, the material space was torn apart, time was trampled, and the chain of cause and effect, under the confrontation between the two, broke inch by inch like a fragile spider silk.

The sea of ​​blood overflowing the planet's surface was once a manifestation of Demosisto's ultimate Satanic power; it is a symbol.

But now, this boundless crimson ocean is churning and boiling like never before, as if weeping for its impending end.

No, that wasn't weeping.

That was... cheers.

It is the thrill and ecstasy that comes from the deepest part of the soul when one sees something that transcends one's own understanding.

Demyoga, the ultimate Satan, stood at the center of the sea of ​​blood, his face displaying for the first time an expression of childlike purity, mixed with awe and fanaticism.

He gazed at the figure standing silently in the void before him, a being whose mere existence eclipsed all other things.

【I see……

He whispered, his voice trembling slightly with a hoarseness, a barely suppressed excitement.

【is that so……】

Understood.

Finally, I truly understand.

Since its inception, the Demook Goethe has been the ultimate expression of "change".

They seized power from the primordial chaos, usurped the name of the gods, and wove a fabricated history of all things.

Its essence is turmoil, rebellion, and an endless process of "becoming." It devours, imitates, and transcends, incorporating everything into its own ever-flowing system, and takes pride in this.

He is "ever-changing".

However, the Novia before them was a completely different realm.

That is an absolute "unchanging" state.

It is neither static nor stubborn.

Rather, it is a more fundamental state, akin to the axiom itself.

Just like the undeniable truth that "one plus one equals two," Novia's existence itself is one of the fundamental laws of this universe.

It's not about "adapting" to the environment, but rather the environment having to "submit" to it. It's not about "defeating" the enemy, but rather the very existence of the enemy constitutes a "mistake."

Everything Demosisto did, his proud and all-encompassing changes, seemed so superficial and ridiculous in the face of this absolute "unchanging".

I was a fake all along.

This realization was like a lightning bolt cleaving through the chaotic core of Demosisto's will.

There was no anger, no humiliation, only an unprecedented clarity and understanding.

What is the truly unchanging thing in this world?

The answer is him.

It's Novia.

Compared to this absolute truth, the self that constantly changes, constantly imitates, and ultimately reaches the position of "ultimate Satan" is nothing more than a clumsy actor chasing a mirage.

How ridiculous.

How magnificent!

【Ha ha……

A dry laugh was squeezed out of his throat.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter gradually rose, breaking free from the constraints of the body, and transformed into thunder that resounded throughout the starry sea.

Haha ...!

That was a hearty laugh that came from the depths of his soul.

It contains complete relief, the ecstasy of finding what one has been pursuing all one's life, and the supreme glory of about to confront one's own destiny.

With this laughter that shook the universe, the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet evaporated completely, and billions of “violent” and “poor” – those negative concepts formed from pain, despair, hatred, and barrenness, those cornerstones he had once used to construct matter – were all liberated from their concrete forms and transformed into a conceptual storm that swept across the entire dimension.

The storm roared, each moment containing enough malice and destruction to completely collapse a pantheon.

This is no longer a simple energy shock, but rather the transformation of the concept of "termination" itself into a weapon.

Demyoge charged toward Nonoa.

He has now admitted it from the bottom of his heart.

Acknowledge that He is different.

To acknowledge this "something" other than oneself—something too dazzling, too powerful, burning with a brilliant yet ominous fire.

At first, it was hard to tolerate.

On one's own path of imitation, original texts that are impossible to imitate and incomprehensible have appeared—what a desecration this is!

Next came awe. He felt a tremor from the very foundation of existence at the sight of that absolute "unchanging," that eternity that transcends all change.