A God Race That Doesn't Screw Over Its Own Dad Isn't a Good God Race

I noticed that although the enormous spatial rift stretched across Avalon's sky, it did not cause the slightest spacetime tremor. That meant this passage had been created entirely through the power of laws. It made the whole world "believe" that a spatial passage had always existed here, and so the passage appeared. If I had to describe the technique, it was like Old Man Jehovah in the Bible saying, "Let there be light," and then there was light.

It was also spacetime transportation, yet the God Race could pull it off in such an absurdly flashy way. Though it had the same effect as our World Gate, I still had to sigh. These guys truly deserved to be called the most badass rich second-generation kids in the multiverse.

The Golden Two-Headed Dragon emerged from the spatial passage, wrapped in holy power that blanketed the sky. It seemed to be looking for a place to land, occasionally letting out a low roar. It even seemed somewhat troubled? Was that just my imagination?

"Hey! Lin! Over here, over here! Ding Dang is here!"

Our tiny Goddess flew high in the air. Beside her hung a welcome banner formed from her own fluorescent glow, while she herself darted excitedly up and down, calling out at the top of her lungs. She was obviously thrilled. Without a doubt, the envoy was someone she knew well, and apparently they were close too—this was really unexpected. I had thought Ding Dang and the Dragon Gods were mortal enemies.

Ding Dang's call sounded barely louder than a mosquito to me, but to everyone's surprise, the Two-Headed Dragon in the sky actually seemed to hear something. It immediately lowered its head. To be precise, it lowered the head on the left, while the head on the right continued