Huh? Are they all real?.

Next came the clown.

The Creator's wicked sense of humor returned to him.

Dressed in a clown costume, he was running wildly through a circus.

He remembers this place, and he remembers this day.

On this very day, the circus owner gave him the clown's Sequence Ten potion—The Clown.

This is to encourage his hard work and to enable him to better serve the circus.

He naturally accepted this with delight.

But it was because of this that he embarked on an extraordinary path and was no longer satisfied with a small circus.

He wanted to go further, so the Joker embarked on his own unique ascension staircase.

And so on this day he began his ascension to godhood—the grandest 'absurd comedy' in history.

That is, they lost their king from the very beginning!

It could be said that he was almost destined to become a clown.

He pushed through the crowd, and a chorus of curses erupted.

But he didn't care at all.

He simply searched for that figure in the vast circus with an almost panicked expression.

No, no, still no.

I'm sure I didn't misremember, I shouldn't have misremembered?

She should still be here, she should still be here!

Finally, just before the clown was about to collapse.

He found her.

An ordinary laundry worker.

I saw her carrying a large basin of clothes, preparing to go out to wash them.

"What's wrong? Wasn't the troupe leader looking for you?"

A voice I'll never forget, a face I'll never forget.

The clown cried, cried incoherently.

"what happened to you?"

Completely unaware that she was actually the Queen's laundry maid, she hurriedly put down her basin of water.

Carefully pulling a clean handkerchief from her apron, she wiped the clown's eyes and said:

"Did the troupe leader scold you? That's so mean! You're clearly the hardest working one of us! Don't cry, let's go and confront him together. If that doesn't work, we'll just switch to another circus."

The more she spoke, the more the clown choked up.

Because at the very beginning.

The class leader gave him the potion on the condition that he give up the girl.

Because the circus owner hoped he could become the pillar of the circus.

Early romance would obviously hinder him and his career.

The clown agreed, because he thought she was just a laundry worker who was nice to him.

Once he becomes a true superhuman and gradually rises to a higher level...

He can have anything he wants!

Therefore, giving her up is the most correct and least regrettable choice.

But the final result was...

It wasn't until he inexplicably ascended to godhood and returned to his hometown to search for the girl that he found out.

Only when he stood before the other person's small, nameless grave did he suddenly realize that he had long been the ultimate clown.

Why are you crying harder and harder?

"Don't cry, what's wrong?"

The clown, held in her arms, didn't answer, but just shook his head frantically, saying:

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, I... I'm giving up. I'm so sorry!"

This was said to her, and also to Moen.

Because the Creator's plan for him was to send him back to the very beginning.

Choosing to stay is to fail.

Choosing to leave is victory.

The clown unsurprisingly chose to give up.

Having lost his beloved, he couldn't bear the terror of experiencing it again.

So he apologized to Moen. He also apologized to the girl he had given up on.

Looking at the crying clown.

She smiled as she stood two steps away from Moen:

"Even the clown lost. Don't blame me for being despicable, after all, I mercifully gave him another chance!"

Moen nodded and said:

"I know, and thank you!"

Why should you thank me?

"Because I did want to help him. But I couldn't. And in fact, I ended up hurting him."

The clowns never did anything bad; in fact, their ascension to godhood predetermined that they were incapable of doing anything evil.

This is a path to entertain others.

It's also a path born from Moen's wicked sense of humor.

At the beginning of creation, Moen hoped for a humorous divine path.

And so the clown appeared.

However, the malice of the world and fate was truly beyond Moen's expectations.

"Oh, so what will you do if he loses too? You don't have a second godhood!"

Moen denied it:

"I have it, because I still have this!"

The broken pocket watch was carefully removed from Moen's chest.

This made her eyes turn slightly cold as she said:

"It can't take another one."

"It wasn't her, it was me!"

The principle of return is evident in Moen's palm.

The terrible cracks that covered the mirror surface have all been repaired.

Finally, Moen put the pocket watch back into his heart, and the only way to return to it was to remove it from the pocket watch.

Since the entire path back to the source was based on spoiling Moen.

How could the uniqueness of this path not lie with Moen?

"From this day forward, we are united as one, of one mind. At the same time, I will reshape everything from the past, and I will reclaim my heart and my authority!"

After integrating uniqueness into his body, Moen raised his hand and retrieved the dissolved divine essence.

They've taken another step forward.

Now, only one final step remains between them!

Looking at Moen, who had endured the destruction of two worlds and whose only remaining strength was his will to persevere.

She said with a touch of heartache:

"You don't have a third chance, so stop. Aurora can't win."

"I can't, because you'll only agree to a temporary compromise until the very end, right?"

She slightly shifted her gaze and said:

"Because I still can't understand your thinking; they're just toys."

What's so important about toys that can be recreated exactly at any time?

Moen couldn't understand why she wanted to destroy all of this.

She also couldn't understand why Moen would maintain everything that could be replaced at any time.

This is the difference between God and man.

So she wanted to destroy everything and then rebuild everything exactly the same to prove to Moen that it was pointless.

Moen wanted to refute her idea, arguing that even if they looked the same and had the same memories, they were just exquisite replicas.

Like the Holy Grail and the Queen, they are exactly the same, yet they are different!

This is also the starting point of all the disagreements.

"Alright, but this time, I will absolutely stick to our original opinion and will not change my mind because of your pleas. Even if you hate me, it's what we agreed on!"

From the very beginning, she wanted to destroy everything to prove it.

Her idea was simple, unpretentious, and effective.

After destroying it hundreds or thousands of times, Moen will know that it makes no difference.

Just like a child might cry loudly when the sandcastle he painstakingly built is destroyed by the sea, but what if he could make hundreds more identical or even better and bigger sandcastles at any time?

Will he still feel bad because the imperfect sandcastle he built at the beginning was destroyed?

But Moen stopped her, and that's how everything that followed began.

"But if I succeed, you absolutely cannot continue with your idea!"

"Of course!"

Her gaze, which had been shifting, returned to Moen, serious and focused.

But what surprised her was that Moen spoke to her with utmost seriousness:

"But don't torture Aurora anymore."

"what?"

"You definitely want her to face the White King like before, or even kill him, right?"

For a goddess who has her own king, what kind of difficulties would be considered a challenge?

Of course, it's a matter of life and death for the king!

“That’s too cruel. Esteo and the clown have already paid enough. Since this is between you and me, let’s not torture others anymore.”

"I should have said this just now. I still had a sliver of hope, which was wrong. Fortunately, I've realized it now."

"How can you calculate that? She's something I created, so she naturally can't be considered anything else!"

"You created her existence, you shaped her destiny, but you shouldn't dictate her choices. Neither should they! So, let her go, and let the White King go too. She has already suffered for her mistakes, and the White King shouldn't have to suffer as well."

Looking at the incredibly serious Moen, she, who was also looking at him with equal seriousness, finally gave in after a moment and said:

"Sure, but how is she going to settle this score?"

"I won't admit she won, because of her."

Before she could continue, Moen interrupted her, saying:

"Aurora definitely can't win, because you never intended for the three of them to have a chance of winning in the first place."