Chapter 11: I'll Come Clean: I'm a God (Continued)

The boy whose primary concept was victory and whose secondary concepts were steel and war was stunned by those heavily threatening words.

Not long ago, he had encountered Miku Izayoi, who had dared to attack him. Now he had met someone who dared to threaten him. Few gods had probably ever received such treatment.

Feeling looked down upon, the boy raised a hand to his forehead. Looking at the Spirit who seemed so confident, he felt it necessary to show her something.

"My dear friend, haven't you misunderstood something?"

The current strongest, who had defeated the strongest god Arteshu, spoke with a smile.

As his words fell, the aura unique to the Divine Spirit Race—one that made lower races tremble in terror—spread from his body. It was like the crushing weight of dozens of mountains suddenly bearing down, slamming fiercely into Mio Hanamura's heart and making her body tremble instinctively.

She wanted to summon her Angel and forcibly resist this power, but under the gaze of those brilliant golden eyes, she suddenly realized that she had lost the ability to summon her Angel.

Across from her, the harmless-looking boy smiled. Even without assuming any imposing stance, he still possessed an authority that made people shudder.

Mio Hanamura's expression suddenly stiffened. No further explanation was needed; the crushing disparity in life level and status was enough to make her recognize reality.

"...What... exactly are you?"

Feeling that her life and death were no longer in her own hands, Mio Hanamura spoke with difficulty, her voice dry and hoarse.

"I'm a god." The Sole God spoke with a smile.

In this world, where he possessed an absolute advantage in military might, he had no need to be wary of anything and openly revealed his identity.

He was a god, the embodiment of