The Great Heavenly Venerable

"Take-Mikazuchi," Miss Surtr said, uttering the giant's name. He was the God of War and war of Takama-ga-hara, the most warlike god in the pantheon, regardless of status.

As she uttered this title, the fire domain expanded outward by 10,000 meters.

The small fry served no purpose; they became part of the fuel the moment they rushed into the burning range of the undying flames. Perhaps five steps, perhaps ten meters. They were burned into skeletons, then shattered into dry bone dust that drifted in the rising wind.

The giant didn't react to the name. It simply growled and charged towards the girl, brandishing its longsword.

So, let's fight.

With his first strike, Laevateinn severed its sword.

With his second strike, Laevateinn severed its hand.

With the third blow, its head and hundreds of eyes shattered together, its abdomen split open, and undying flames surged from all its organs.

It fell down, like a tattered rag.

Surtr stepped over its remains, letting its shell burn in the fire and turn to dust.

—Its sword hesitated for a moment.

—It still retains some consciousness.

—It wants to die.

A thought flashed through the girl's mind. There was no further exchange; the deity she had slain had no will to utter a word of thanks or request. She simply stepped past the remains and continued towards the deepest part of Takama-ga-hara.

And so more gods appeared. Pitiful gods, corrupted gods.

There was a white fox that looked like a nine-tailed fox, whose tail and lower body had rotted away, and whose internal organs, exposed from its skeleton, had been replaced by eyes that had come together— Surtr cleaved her in two with a single sword strike, burying her in flames.

There was a man who seemed to have grown out of the moon, half of his body radiant and beautiful, the other half flesh, connective tissue, and the hazy, round moon bound together— Surtr first shattered his moon, then severed his head. The power he wielded failed to break through Laevateinn's karmic fire, but when his head was crushed and scattered in the fiery domain, he seemed to reveal a smiling face.

There were couples sewn together by silk threads; the woman held an anchor that stirred the tides, and the man held a sword burning with fire. They were tightly connected, and at their joint sprouted many decaying structures of flesh and blood, and tangible strands of starlight that swayed like seaweed. Tens of thousands of eyeballs wriggled and trembled beneath their skin, emitting soft chirps.

They were slightly more formidable adversaries. Miss Surtr severed the spear with five swords and the sword with four. She destroyed its form once and then watched it reform in the flames. And in the instant of reformation, she severed the twin gods' bodies and the tens of thousands of eyes that burst forth from beneath their skin.

All eyes were burning in the unfolding fiery domain.

The pure starlight that flowed from his eyes was completely incompatible with the flames of Laevateinn and Surtr.

The inextinguishable fire could not burn it, nor could it taint the maiden's flames. They were like immiscible oil and water; even if forcibly pressed together, they would quickly separate and disperse.

—The power of fun.

The girl thought to herself—but she wasn't in a hurry to deal with these situations that were clearly beyond her immediate control.

She simply carried her sword and stepped into the deepest part of the Japanese Mythical Realm. Susanoo's true form collapsed at the last step before she approached the corrupted sun. And after she crushed that ancient head, a woman surrounded by the sun, the only one in the entire Mythical Realm still retaining human form, and exuding a noble aura, appeared before her eyes.

"Amenominakanushi?" she asked.

"Amaterasu," the woman answered.

"I'm here to kill you." She raised Laevateinn, the tip of the blade pointing at the woman's right eye—fragments of starlight were already emerging from the depths of the woman's eyes.

"You can choose to resist, or you can choose to save each other's time," Miss Surtr said calmly. "But the result will be the same—you and your Divine Court will be destroyed by me and the sword I wield."

The woman then raised her head slightly to meet the blade of her sword.

"God has his own way of dying."

I almost forgot that China is west of Japan ( )

I missed today.

Ugh... I wrote over three thousand words, and when I was about to finish, I realized... what the hell kind of utter nonsense have I written?

So I deleted everything, left a discarded draft in the readers' group, and then collapsed _(:з"∠)_

I feel like it's too late to rewrite another section, so I'm going to have to stop now _(:з"∠)_

That's basically it _(:з"∠)_

Chapter 133 - The Great Celestial Venerable

Amaterasu died.

The entire Divine Realm of Takama-ga-hara perished along with it.

Her final struggle before her death inflicted some wounds on Miss Surtr. But before these wounds could fully heal in a very short time, Laevateinn's blade pierced her heart.

Then, flames overflowed from the body of the Sun Goddess and from every inch of the land of the entire Takama-ga-hara continent.

Destroy everything, burn everything, annihilate everything, erase everything.

Until everything was transformed into a homogeneous, indestructible flame.

Until the enormous amount of starlight that had seeped deep into the earth was completely forced out, and then flowed into the distant space.

—Is that a power within this world, or a power from outside this world?

—Ah...if we think about it through the lens of a giant filter. The planet's embryonic movement triggers some strange, Milky Way -wide detection mechanism, resulting in a strike. So...does that kind of thinking not seem wrong?

—I don't understand. Tsk, I'll go back and ask Persephone.

Thoughts raced through the girl's mind.

She ended her brief moment of contemplation. And all the flames flowed back to her and gathered within her body.

Her power had grown even stronger. Although Laevateinn's Infinite Flame was already powerful enough, the output and capacity of this body were ultimately limited. However, relying on the resources gained from burning the entire divine realm, she was able to propel this vessel towards a slightly higher realm.

The pinnacle of human immortality, capable of countless transformations—this is the upper limit this body can reach. Beyond that, the current cosmic rules can no longer provide the necessary underlying environment. While this body's strength still falls short of her own immortal body, forged in Terra, there is a certain gap between it and her current state. But at least some of the skills and powers she honed in Terra can now be replicated in this world.

So, breathe.

The spatial rift shattered around her, and the Mythical Realm, no longer existing, merged with reality once more. With Miss Surtr's light breath, she returned to the plaza she had left behind. And as her feet touched the ground, a faint Sulfur filled the atmosphere of the entire Second New Tokyo City.

Sulfur.

Sulfur spontaneously formed in the air, merging with and violently burning the torches that illuminated the entire city—a phenomenon caused by a fierce clash between her will and the rules of the world—physical disorder and chemical imbalance. This drastic change at the microscopic level manifested most clearly in the abnormal alteration of atmospheric molecules, transforming from ordinary, common elements like nitrogen and oxygen into the relatively complex molecular formula of Sulfur.

Sulfur.