"If quickly dealing with Decadence Wind didn't require an enormous amount of historical transition periods and star sovereignty, I wouldn't have bothered expanding Dystopia's domain."
The young man continued speaking, seemingly unaware of Indra's expression, like someone halfway through taking a massive dump only to suddenly become constipated.
"..."
Silence. A long, long silence.
Indra felt as though he had lost the ability to speak.
So this guy really was the type who had come solely to end Demon Kings and did not care about anything else.
"Alright, enough talking."
Having already received all the star sovereignty in Little Garden and informed Indra to prepare for his new post, the young man waved goodbye.
"I'm going to settle things with Decadence Wind. Bye."
The next moment, Dystopia's boundary shifted, and the Martial God Avatar, carrying the star sovereignty generously gifted by countless gods and demons, vanished.
Only Indra remained behind, standing dumbfounded in place.
After a long while, Indra, who had received an immense amount of information in a short time and nearly crashed, let out a bitter smile.
"He really is absurdly carefree."
The Ending
An endless world of pure white.
The young man, gripping a brand-new golden sword, rose from the table he had fabricated himself.
Before him, the Demon King had almost transformed into countless tiny gusts of black wind, searching across the boundless Gift Game field for a way to escape.
To other gods and demons, this invisible Demon King was the most venomous snake in history. Once entangled by it, even a body of diamond would melt into a puddle of blood.
But unfortunately, if his enemy were to be described by analogy, he was like the honey badger's cousin—a mongoose immune to snake venom that would never let a snake go, even if it