A Well-Intentioned Lie

Things had not ended as simply as imagined.

At the very least, while Badas, Gine, and the others were discussing matters, the great battle erupting on the Grand Priest's side was no less fierce than the life-or-death struggle between Nero and Badas.

However, the battle between the prepared Grand Priest and Demigra did not devastate the heavens and shatter the universe like the fight between Badas and Nero.

Zeno!

At the critical moment, Zeno arrived in time with his attendants and used the power of the rules he commanded to completely seal and reinforce the surrounding space. Thus, no matter how intense the clash between the Grand Priest and Demigra became, it would not cause the void to shatter or bring about the destruction of the world.

As a result, Demigra, carrying boundless ambition, left this world under the suppression of the Grand Priest and Zeno, filled with every kind of unwillingness.

And he was erased completely.

Until his death, Demigra had never imagined that the destination of this operation would lead not to heaven, but to hell!

No, it should be said that it was annihilation worse than even hell.

Beyond the void, the Grand Priest narrowed his silver-gray eyes as he watched the evil gods, outnumbered by the Gods of Destruction, gradually being subdued. A thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"What's wrong, Grand Priest? Wasn't this world's crisis resolved perfectly this time?

The universe will no longer suffer Demigra's harm. That's wonderful news, so why do you look unhappy?"

A soft, childish voice rang out. The Grand Priest stopped thinking, bent over, and turned around. Without even looking at the newcomer, he respectfully bowed and said, "Lord Zeno, don't you find this matter rather strange?"

"Strange? What's strange about it, Grand Priest?"

A chubby, rugby-ball-shaped face,