Huh? Are they all real?.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, the anger in Siris's eyes completely disappeared.

All that remained was immense shock.

Am I thinking something wrong?

With a complicated smile, Moen whispered in his ear:

“You’re right, I live right next door to you, Miss Hillis.”

After saying that, Moen noticed that Sirius had released the golden greatsword.

Moen, who had taken it from his hand, said to the stunned Sirius:

"Let's talk about anything else after everything is over. And I'll go to Seresera's place, I promise!"

"And now, Miss Sirius, please leave here immediately."

After a moment of stunned silence, Sirius, who had focused all her attention on Moen, uttered all her words in a bow.

After bowing and placing her hand on her chest in a respectful gesture to Moen, Sirius boarded the last elevator and followed Voss and the others out of the base.

After seeing everyone off, Moen finally turned his gaze to the greatsword in his hand.

"I never imagined I would actually be able to get my hands on you myself."

Golden light swirled across the sword's blade, as if responding to Moen's voice.

Moen chuckled lightly, put down his greatsword, and turned to look behind him, his gaze falling on the alloy door that remained tightly closed.

This is the strongest defensive measure that the UN could come up with.

But it's really not enough.

The world seemed to fall into complete silence at this moment, time was passing by little by little, and Moen stood quietly in place.

After Moen thought that Sirius and the others should have left completely.

It was only in this empty 666th floor that he said:

"The children have fought so fiercely that blood has flowed like a river. Shouldn't we two remnants of the old era put an end to this?"

An invitation has been extended from the only rival from the past.

So, He finally gave a response.

To Moen's surprise, He did not come out from behind the closed door.

Instead, he stood up behind Moen.

The fallen corpse groped for its severed head and reattached it to its neck before getting up.

The grotesque crown on His head had completely disappeared.

The wound on his neck, which had never healed even after he became a demigod, was completely restored during this repatriation.

After twisting his neck, He laughed:

"Long time no see, old friend. This sword of yours almost drove me mad!"

Upon discovering that the other party was still using that body, Moen turned around.

Holding a golden greatsword, he said earnestly:

"You deserve that."

"How cold, Asclepius. We're supposed to be friends, aren't we?"

As if in response to the name, Trajan's face began to shatter, and the Hermit of the Lake—Asclepius—emerged!

The only god who challenged the end of the plague.

“I never thought you would be my friend, Nicolos Perisos.”

He shook his head at Moen's coldness and said:

"We are the only rivals of our time, and also the people who understand each other best. Doesn't that make us friends?"

After saying this, He opened His arms and laughed:

"How does it feel to see myself again in such a place after so many years?"

Moen glanced at the empty elevator shaft behind him:

"I didn't originally intend to say much to you, but out of gratitude, I'm still willing to wait for them to leave. I'm willing to answer you."

"And my feeling upon seeing you here is one of surprise!"

This answer clearly exceeded His expectations.

"Surprised? I didn't expect you to be surprised. I thought you were someone who wouldn't be surprised by anything! Why are you surprised?"

I don't know if it's because of his personality, or if he really wanted to say a few more words to this old rival.

In short, having asked the question, He then began to ask and answer himself:

"Surprised that I'm still alive? No, no, no, it's normal that your queen doesn't know I'm alive, after all, you've 'changed your life'! But you won't, because it was you who personally locked me in that decaying incarnation, so that I could be tormented by your masterpiece forever."

"So you're surprised to see me here? Yeah, I guess so, since I seem to have done something I wouldn't normally do!"

Moen nodded and said:

“I’m not surprised that Seresera would pull out that sword, and I’m not surprised that you’ve held on this long, but I’m really surprised that you would take such a risk.”

"This world will not allow gods to arrive, unless there is an accident like Prophet, but you are not the firstborn son, although your uniqueness is indeed here. But you still came."

"The only explanation I can think of is that you abandoned all your power and only sent your will over. You were hiding inside this monster all along, weren't you?"

Looking at His body, Moen continued:

"Although it is an incomplete demigod, it is still a high-sequence being. So, were you just a hair's breadth away from being completely assimilated by it?"

Within the same pathway, high sequences have an overwhelming advantage over low sequences.

But precisely because it was the same path, He, having lost all power, became the truly vulnerable party.

"If Sirius had killed it any later, you would have been completely finished, right?"

Upon hearing this, He clapped his hands and laughed:

"That's right, that's right, I told you, we're the ones who understand each other best, you're absolutely right!"

Moen, having received His affirmation, asked in surprise:

"This isn't like you. Although you're not the type to think things through, you shouldn't do something this risky. After all, you're just gambling with your luck."

If the other party had not been able to reach this place, if what was sealed here was not His uniqueness, if Sirius had killed it a moment later, if he had not stopped it himself.

If any one of these things goes wrong, it will become history.

But He took the gamble, resolutely betting everything.

After thinking for a moment, He turned his entire head 180 degrees, completely blocking his neck, and laughed:

"Perhaps it's because I finally couldn't bear your torment any longer, so I decided to take a gamble!"

His head remained in that strange and slightly terrifying posture, but his body had walked half a circle in mid-air, hovering upside down, looking at the golden greatsword in Moen's hand:

"After all, it's better than having everything here ruined and then cowering there waiting for Queen Seresera to put that terrible instrument of torture back into my head."

"It's obviously better to take a gamble, isn't it?"

"Besides, didn't I win?"

Moen gave an affirmative answer:

"you are right."

He also literally grinned and said:

"May I ask what this horrible yet beautiful instrument of torture is called?"

Driven by curiosity, Moen couldn't help but look down at the golden greatsword in his hand, which had been crafted as a tribute.

After a moment's hesitation, Moen smiled and said:

"Divine Punishment Greatsword".

"Divine Punishment Greatsword? What a fitting and pleasant-sounding name."

Without making any movement, He, who had been hanging upside down in mid-air, suddenly stood on the ground again.

He has reclaimed his uniqueness.

Even though the gate still stands there intact.

After all, the desire for completeness is also a unique quality.

Therefore, as soon as He gets close enough, uniqueness will respond to Him on its own.

After straightening his disheveled clothes, he bowed respectfully to Moen and said:

"You previously said you wanted to thank me for waiting for them to leave, but I want to say there's no need to thank me, because I'm very happy, extremely happy!"

"I'm so glad you're still alive!"

"I'm so glad I got to kill you with my own hands!"

When he raised his head, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

That torment had lasted so long that He couldn't even remember how long it had been, yet He still remembers it vividly to this day!

"However, I still want to ask, you who are always so at ease, did you prepare anything this time?"

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not afraid of you."

The shadow of plague appeared in the sky, leaving behind a trail of miasma and a pervasive stench. It descended from the heavens carrying the seeds of calamity, like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe, intent on wiping out all life in the world. Fear and despair spread with its footsteps, and darkness enveloped the earth.

This is how people depict and record Him.

Even after countless eras, the fear still leaps off the page.

And now, this description perfectly matches everything Moen sees right now.

Miasma filled the air, the stench of decay permeated the air, and darkness enveloped everything.

"I just don't want you to die at my hands too soon, so I can't vent my years of pent-up anger!"

"So, can I expect anything from you?"

Moen raised the Divine Punishment Greatsword in front of him, and flames began to flow from the sword, eventually enveloping Moen's entire body.

"The fire that burns you, I've kept it burning all along!"

The flames of destruction, which should have burned everything, were transformed into the light of salvation in the hands of the hermit.

And now, that flame has been reignited.

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He watched as that familiar and abhorrent flame reignited on the very person he both loathed and admired most.

As a god who has risen again to seek revenge.

After a moment of complex contemplation, He let out a thoroughly delighted smile:

"Hahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

"Yes, yes, that's the real you, that's my true opponent, Asclepius! You certainly haven't disappointed me!"

Because He saw something that greatly surprised Him.

So He, who had already transformed into darkness and could poison the world at any moment, stood before Moen once again.

He asked with eyes full of joy:

“But Asclepius, although I do not know what you have encountered or what you are doing.”

"But one thing I'm absolutely certain of is that you, right now, seem to be just an ordinary mortal, don't you?"

Sequence Five is hailed as the pinnacle of humanity, representing mortals who are closest to gods.

But in the presence of a true god, there is indeed no difference between a Sequence Five and a mortal.

"So, even if you rekindle this flame that I still loathe so much, how will you fight me?"

After tilting his head to an angle that was absolutely impossible to achieve normally, he said seriously and coldly: