· Sorry, I've Laid My Cards on the Table

Crack!

The sky split open.

At that moment, every rational life-form among Disboard's Sixteen Races saw the same sight: a pitch-black rift seemed to divide the world in two, and from within that abyss-like fissure, Lu Qiming and his group slowly stepped out.

"Qiming, what is this?"

Mavis raised her head and studied the rift behind them. With Lu Qiming's strength, even the spatial tremors caused by the collapse of that pure-white space they had used as the game venue earlier should have been easy for him to smooth over. Yet this time, Lu Qiming had not done so.

He had even amplified the force of the spatial tremor, directly tearing open the space above the planet Disboard.

"Since it's the final game, of course we have to make a huge scene."

A wild smile tugged at Lu Qiming's lips as he looked at the spatial rift that had completely torn apart Disboard's sky. After six thousand years, he was once again challenging the One True God to compete for the Star Grail, the symbol of absolute dominion over the world. How could he let something like that pass unnoticed?

"My, my! Looks like Little Brother Qiming's chuunibyou is acting up."

Beside him, Yukari Yakumo smiled faintly as she watched Lu Qiming's chuunibyou flare up in full force. She pulled a camera out of a gap and secretly started taking pictures of Lu Qiming, giving especially generous close-ups to that chuunibyou smile of his.

This many should be enough to satisfy me.

Holding a thick stack of photos, Yukari Yakumo looked at Lu Qiming's chuunibyou appearance on them, and the smile at the corners of her mouth grew happier and happier. After all, with this much dark history of Lu Qiming's in hand, getting him to turn into that one-meter-forty-six