For no other reason than that someone had taken advantage of the Son of God's inattention to unleash the Star Creation Diagram. That person stood where all the gods and demons could see and reach him, holding a long blade as he smiled, having released that fatal flash of sword light.
Behind him stood three other figures capable of posing a deadly threat to two-digit beings: Kalki, the Halloween Queen, and Alger.
Every member of the Nameless community except their advisor, the White Night King, had gathered here, facing off against the gods and demons of Little Garden who had come looking for trouble.
"Have you all stepped into my territory to have tea with me?"
The Demon King Hero, who had shamelessly used the Star Creation Diagram to ambush the far weaker Son of God, looked at the clearly hostile group and smiled.
His tone was intimate, as though he were genuinely chatting with close friends.
If they had not witnessed him kill the Son of God with their own eyes, no one would have believed he was the murderer.
"Of course we came to deal with you, Little Seven."
Kurma, small in stature but in no way lacking in presence, stepped forward. Her gorgeous eyes abruptly became the cold vertical pupils unique to dragons, while her aura flickered like heat haze.
Under such pressure, even the space that had been strengthened through utopianization and could bear the power of two-digit beings began to shake violently.
The power of this pure-blooded dragon, who possessed talent equal to White Night Yaksha's, was far more ferocious than the world imagined.
Following her declaration, the gods, Buddhas, and asuras around her also turned cold-eyed and released their power, shaking the space and laws of the Dystopia world.
What they feared most was