· Eastern Federation

"Forget it. There's no point studying this now. Once I snatch the Star Grail later, I can just ask Tet directly."

In space, Lu Qiming rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. Indeed, with his personality, rather than making wild guesses here, he preferred to wait until he had hammered Tet flat and then ask him. After all, he was best at reasoning with people!

"Qiming, what's wrong?"

Just then, Jibril, who had been watching the show from the side, flew over to Lu Qiming with a face full of curiosity, casually shattering a meteorite that was flying toward him. She had seen Lu Qiming muttering to himself earlier, and seemed to have heard something like Tet.

"Nothing. I just remembered a small issue."

Lu Qiming lowered his head and glanced at Jibril beside him, then waved a hand casually. It was better not to let Jibril know about this for now. After all, no matter how one put it, Tet was the one and only god of the Game of Life world. Even if he acted mild and easygoing, he was still a god.

With Lu Qiming's power, mentioning Tet would not cause any trouble, but Jibril could not do the same. The moment she said the two words Tet, she would definitely be sensed. Besides, he was still the one true god, so Lu Qiming had to give him at least a little face.

"We have been utterly defeated. Even with the full power of the entire Flügel race, we were no match for you. Once again, I, Azriel, plenipotentiary representative of the Flügel and plenipotentiary representative of the Phantasma Avant Heim, acknowledge our defeat in this game. From this moment on, everything belonging to the Flügel shall belong to you, Master!"

At that moment, in the meteorite-filled