Not a Single Flugel Has a Normal Brain

The strongest god, who delighted in hatred, reveled in anger, and permitted rebellion, had returned.

The Winged Species Have No Normal Brains

While a certain God of War was regrouping and preparing to display his strongest form, what was the person he regarded as his mortal enemy doing?

The answer was grilling meat.

A gender-neutral, beautiful youth with long black hair, whose back made him look somewhat like a girl, had set up a grill before tens of thousands of Machine God Race members. He skewered bright red meat of unknown origin, placed it over the fire, brushed on seasoning, and leisurely waited for the beef to cook so he could enjoy a good meal.

"Don't look like you could turn into a shocked reaction meme just by slapping a panda head on you, Riku."

Someone who would be facing a God of War capable of physically creating a nine-planet alignment in a few months handed two decently grilled skewers to Riku, who was questioning his life because his intelligence was outdated, and to the creator of a certain Machine God Race member.

The Human Race gentleman, whose intelligence, capability, and perseverance were all quite impressive, covered the bridge of his nose with one hand and accepted the skewer with the other, his expression solemn with respect.

Flirting with girls while moving among countless races to establish an alliance against the God of War Arteshu, and now he even had the leisure to go on a picnic. Such a person could only be described as absurdly overpowered.

"So you've already arranged everything?"

"If I hadn't made a plan, why would I have come?" The person who had considered coming to this world back in High School DxD curled his lip.

Helping others was one thing, but trying to do good