■ ■ ■'s perspective:
Miss Angel, who was receiving worship from many people, suddenly sensed something and looked towards the Imperial Capital.
A moment later, massive amounts of energy began bombarding the area, and one even hit near the town where she currently was.
Then, the panel connecting to the Reincarnation Space prompted that Muzan had been eliminated.
It wasn't hard to guess who did this. Those with the strength to do so, including Miss Angel, numbered no more than three. Although she didn't know Jean Stardust's true level, such an exaggerated method could only be attributed to Milim.
"This won't do, Milim. Eliminating the Demon King will only push this country into a deeper abyss."
As one of the races dependent on faith, Miss Angel understood better than anyone what a country, what people, and what human nature were.
The elimination of the Demon King didn't mean the demons he created would be eliminated; instead, those demons who lost control would become even more unscrupulous.
And the disappearance of imperial power would lead to warlords rising everywhere.
The entire country would fall into a true abyss—demon against human, demon against demon, human against human—death would become the norm.
Sighing silently, Miss Angel continued to teach the secret method of self-belief to the people.
The faster she was, the more people learned, and the number of people eventually saved would rise geometrically. Driven by this, Miss Angel went all out.
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Ane's perspective:
Ane, the youngest of the Golden Clan, was standing in a chaotic, intertwined area. This was the center of the world and the base point for managing the world.
Unlike other participants responsible for surface matters, Ane, who was designated to come here, was responsible for investigating matters related to the world collision, as well as repairing the damage to the world and attempting to merge the two colliding worlds into one.
As a member of the Golden Clan with the ability to create stars, even as the newly born youngest member, Ane was more than capable of handling these matters.
"Hmm, as expected, it's not a natural cause. But affecting the world according to this method has too many accidental factors, right? Is it a higher degree of calculation? Or is the result itself meaningless, and it's an act that pursues the process more? It couldn't possibly be an influence caused from within the world, right?"
Members of the Golden Clan, known for their technology, were born with a strong curiosity and desire to explore. However, just as Ane was planning to study it, a huge vibration suddenly came.
"Hmm? A great battle that can even be felt here?"
Pulling up the monitor, Ane saw Milim standing there arrogantly, holding the creation sword left to her by her father.
"That's really amazing. Not only the physical level, but even the essence of the world has been cut open. Wait... essence?...No, don't!"
Hurriedly checking the impact of the recent attack, Ane saw that two of the 'golden threads' used to pull the world's distance had snapped, and several others had varying degrees of cracks.
Although they were called 'golden threads,' their diameter was over several kilometers. It was just that their function was to stitch and maintain the cracks in the world, so they were called threads.
The golden threads, which were not on the material level, would not be affected by any attacks at all. But this creation sword representing the Star King Dragon was different; it could be said to be a special attack against the world.
Ane was now on the verge of tears. Originally, merging the worlds didn't need so many 'golden threads,' but for the sake of curiosity, to find out what exactly happened to these two worlds, Ane had specifically tied many strange instruments to them.
"*Sigh*, I don't know if these can be counted as reimbursement for expenses."
Not wanting to think about these annoying things, Ane continued to explore the cause of the world collision while trying to save the 'golden threads' that were still intact.
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Shinji Ikari's perspective:
In a courtyard with a Japanese style, an old beastman with lion characteristics was holding a wine bowl, watching the live broadcast while drinking.