Crack—!
A sound like something shattering echoed across the ears of every living being in the world of Disboard.
All life froze.
Every gaze turned toward the sky.
There, in the vastness of space, a massive black hole had appeared.
It was so immense, it felt as though it could swallow the entire world.
At its center… there was nothingness.
A void beyond comprehension.
Meanwhile, the God of War, Artosh, was on the verge of collapse.
His body had completely shattered.
Even his Divine Core had been forced out.
His condition was utterly miserable.
Artosh's eyes moved slightly. When he saw his own state, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha… hahaha… HAHAHAHAHA!!"
"I have lost."
"You… have won."
"This world… is yours now."
As his voice faded, his body began to dissipate into nothingness.
The defeated Flügel erupted into chaos upon witnessing this.
They struggled desperately, shouting and crying out.
"Artosh-sama!!"
"No—please, Artosh-sama!!"
"Don't leave us behind!!"
"Let us go! We have to go to him!!"
At that moment, the Flügel—now reduced to childlike forms—cried out in desperation, trying to break free from the grip of the Machine Girls.
But the Ex-Machina showed no mercy.
They surrounded them tightly, refusing to let a single one escape the battleship.
No matter how much they cried—
They were not allowed to leave.
Just as Artosh was fading, on the verge of closing his eyes…
He seemed to hear their voices.
Slowly, he opened his eyes once more.
He looked toward the Flügel.
Seeing them—like a group of children—
A rare smile appeared on his face.
To him, the Flügel had always been like daughters.
And now, as he faced death… they were grieving so deeply.
After a brief silence, Artosh turned his gaze toward Izumi.
Izumi met his eyes without hesitation.
"I ask that you take care of those children."
"This is my final wish."
Izumi was slightly surprised.
But he nodded.
"You can leave that to me."
"I'll take good care of them."
Hearing that, Artosh seemed satisfied.
He slowly closed his eyes.
But then—
His voice echoed across the entire world once more.
"Flügel… heed my command!"
"From this moment onward… you shall serve this man as your master!"
The instant those words fell—
A transparent race piece materialized out of thin air and descended into Izumi's hand.
The Flügel broke down completely.
Tears streamed down their faces.
They were unwilling.
Furious.
Conflicted.
After all—
Izumi was the one who had killed their god.
And now, they were to serve him?
How could they accept such a thing?
But…
This was Artosh's final command.
They could not disobey.
Amid that turmoil, Azriel was the first to act.
She stepped forward, dropped to one knee, and bowed toward where Artosh had been.
"…Azriel… obeys your command."
Her voice trembled.
Her action became the spark.
One by one, the Flügel followed.
They knelt.
They cried.
They saluted their fallen god.
No matter how much it hurt—
They would obey.
Artosh listened… a smile lingering on his face.
And at last—
He vanished completely.
All that remained was a mass of pure white light.
His Divine Core.
It was far larger than that of any other god.
After all, he had absorbed the cores of several deities.
And within it—
Izumi could sense countless negative emotions.
Hatred.
War.
Destruction.
If left alone, as long as war existed… Artosh could be reborn.
Just as Izumi was thinking about it—
The hidden gods finally made their move.
They revealed themselves one after another, rushing forward in an attempt to seize the Divine Core.
Their goal was obvious—
Absorb it.
Become the new God of War.
But the moment they acted—
Ophis and Avrora moved.
ROAR—!!!
A colossal dragon's roar resounded across the entire world.
The Dragonia race froze in shock.
What were they witnessing?
A dragon… rivaling a god?
"Dragon God…?"
"Is that… the one who created us?"
The Dragonia fell into chaos.
At the same time—
Two massive familiars appeared in the sky.
Avrora's presence spread across the world.
The Vampires trembled.
"T-this…!!"
Both races were utterly shaken.
To them, it felt as if their creators had descended.
Izumi glanced at the gods attempting to interfere and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
He had expected this.
Those opportunistic parasites were never going to sit still.
The Star Grail hadn't even appeared yet—and they were already making their move.
How pathetic.
With a look of disdain, Izumi stepped forward.
He arrived before Artosh's Divine Core—
And claimed it.
The moment it disappeared into his grasp—
The world changed.
The oppressive atmosphere vanished.
The suffocating despair that had blanketed the world began to fade.
This meant one thing—
The God of War was gone.
And the era of war… had finally ended.
The Spirit Corridors had long since been destroyed by Izumi.
And at that moment—
A radiant light began to gather before him.
Slowly—
It took form.
The Star Grail (Suniaster) had appeared.
Seeing it, the remaining gods grew frantic.
They rushed forward, desperate to seize it and become the One True God.
But Ophis and Avrora would not allow it.
Another battle erupted instantly.
They intercepted every single god.
Izumi wasn't worried.
With their strength, holding them back was effortless.
After all—
Not every god was Artosh.
Turning his attention back, Izumi looked at the Star Grail before him.
It resembled a multifaceted celestial globe.
A faint smile formed on his lips.
He reached out—
And grasped it.
Unlike Riku, Izumi was not rejected.
Ordinarily, only gods could touch it.
But Izumi possessed divinity as well.
He was human—
But also a dragon.
And a Godslayer.
The Star Grail accepted him.
The moment he took it into his hand—
A brilliant light engulfed the entire world.
The gods attempting to seize it immediately fled.
If they stayed any longer—
They would die.
Their chance was gone.
Completely.
Across the world, all beings stood frozen.
Humans, in particular—
Their eyes shone with hope.
At last…
Would peace finally come?
In that moment—
The will of humanity united as one.
And something changed.
A conceptual force—
Born from humanity itself—
Flowed into Izumi.
At that instant—
Izumi became the God of Humanity in this world.