Persuasion

Three hours later, Higashino Makoto stood at the edge of the Abyss, gazing at the grayish-white debris that was slowly sinking.

The ORT disc completely disintegrated under the corruption of the Void Demon King. Its dark red outer shell turned into powder, and its tentacles shrank into a ball before disappearing.

The whole process was silent and without light; it simply vanished quietly, like a crumpled piece of paper being thrown into a fire.

He withdrew his hand, and the power of the Void Demon King subsided within him.

His breathing was a little rapid, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

The three-hour battle saw the three demon kings take turns suppressing the enemy, with Calamity Torrent and Degradation Aura alternating their effects.

He had used up nearly 70% of his magic power, more than he had expected.

But he won, and more easily than he had expected.

After all, this is just an ORT from a parallel world, and there are still differences between it and the main world.

He turned around and walked back the way he came.

His footsteps echoed on the stone slabs, hollow and dull. After walking for about fifteen minutes, he stopped.

A woman was standing in front of me.

Her skin was fair, and her waist-length hair was a rare white, with strands that shimmered faintly in the air. She wore a simple outfit adorned with feathers, revealing her long, powerful limbs and taut waist and abdomen.

She stood there, like a meticulously sculpted statue.

She was staring at Higashino Makoto with a scrutinizing gaze.

However, she looked terrible; her body seemed about to split open, exuding an aura of death.

After all, she is the heart of the ORT; their fates are intertwined. Normally, the death of the ORT would undoubtedly lead to her death.

It's Kukulkan.

To be honest, Higashino Makoto was even a little puzzled as to why she didn't interfere in the battle.

After all, this concerns her very existence.

Although she also chose to give up her life in the original story, I don't have the charm of Fujimaru Ritsuka to directly persuade her.

Her voice sounded somewhat surprised, as if she had discovered something unexpected.

Higashino Makoto looked at her without saying a word, waiting for her next decision.

Whether to fight or make peace, it's up to him.

"I really can't sense its presence anymore."

She tilted her head, and her long white hair slipped down her shoulder.

"I was born from its heart, I was born a part of it. Logically, I should be able to feel it, even across an entire stratum. But now, I can't feel anything at all."

"Your power comes from its heart, that's true. But you yourself are who you are. The Deinos projected the concept of the sun onto that heart, and you were born from that concept. You are not just a fragment of the ORT, you are more the wish of the dinosaurs."

Kukulkan fell silent. She stood there, the light in her eyes becoming more complex.

"You have a very interesting story to tell. It's a pity I'm probably going to die soon."

She looked down at the cracks in her body, took two steps forward, and stopped in front of him.

"Should I be killed as well?"

"Why would I kill you? I only need to deal with the ORT, not Kukulkan. You won't die anyway, since I've already completely destroyed the ORT's body; there's no benefit in killing you."

Higashino Makoto doesn't intend to kill her; if she were truly going to die, he would most likely save her.

However, judging from the current situation, ORT's death has had a significant impact on her, but it doesn't seem to have led to her death.

Higashino Makoto didn't quite understand the specific reason either, but saving a Resurrection Magic would be fine.

"Since we're not enemies, I'll take my leave now. You should go back and rest well; I have some things to take care of."

She nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Higashino Makoto walked past her and continued walking forward, when suddenly he remembered something.

"By the way, I'm planning to relocate all the living beings in this world. You won't object, will you?"

"Won't."

Hearing the somewhat unintelligible voice, Higashino Makoto nodded.

Great, the Lostbelt King doesn't object. Now all we need to do is persuade Debit.

Hopefully, he can be persuaded, after all, he doesn't want to fight another match, even though he doesn't think he'll lose.

After walking for a while, he stopped on a wide-open stone platform.

In the center of the stone platform stood a stone table, beside which sat two people, with two earthenware wine cups in front of them, filled with some kind of dark red liquid, which was steaming.

A blond man sat on the left side of the stone table, his expression blank.

Debit Zem Void.

Another man sat on the right side of the stone table, with long blond hair, dressed fashionably, and even wearing sunglasses.

Tezcatlipoca.

Higashino Makoto walked to the stone table and sat down on the stone bench opposite them.

"You're here."

Tezcatlipoca spoke, his voice hoarse, with a lazy, casual quality, as if he had just woken up.

I was wondering if you would just leave.

"No, there are still some things I haven't finished."

Debit put down his glass, raised his hand, and drew a line in the air with his fingers.

A pale golden light swept across Higashino Makoto, like some kind of detection technique.

The light film quickly dissipated, leaving no trace.

"ORT is dead."

"Yes, it's completely gone?"

Debit paused for a moment, then put down his glass, the bottom of which made a soft sound on the stone table.

How did you do that?

"The ORT in the parallel world seems to be weaker than that in the main world."

Even those from the main world are no match for him.

"Weaknesses are also limited."

Debit was aware of this as well; his voice wasn't loud, but every word was delivered with firm conviction.

"My plan is to have it completely destroy Mictlan, along with all life on this planet."

It's not because he hates anyone, it's because this world must be destroyed.

Only in this way can Chaldeas be destroyed.

"I know."

Higashino Makoto leaned back on the stone bench, his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen.

"Your target is Marisbury, right? He's dead, Chaldeas is still operating, and the plan continues. So you chose the most extreme method: destroying the Earth directly. Once the Earth is gone, Chaldeas will naturally disappear as well."

Debit did not deny it, nor did he even inquire how he knew.

But I can solve this in a simpler way.

What method?

"I can go back in time and kill Marisbury directly. Before he started his plan, before he created Chaldeas, before any of this happened, I can kill him."

Debit's fingers paused on the table. He looked at Higashino Makoto, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if he were considering the feasibility.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

Can you do it?

"Yes, I can. I've done it once in another world, so I have experience."

Debit remained silent for a long time.

Tezcatlipoca watched from the side, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He didn't speak, but simply twirled the wine glass in his hand, round and round, the liquid inside rippling as it spun.

Finally, Debit picked up his glass, took a sip, and then put it down.

"Good."

Higashino Makoto nodded and stood up.

He turned around and looked at this underground world.

Those cities built of megaliths, those dinosaurs roaming the streets, those suns hanging in the dome, formed from the heart of the ORT.

He raised his hand, and a small world surged within him.

Mictlan began to shake; the stone slabs trembled beneath our feet, and the dinosaurs let out uneasy cries.

Cracks began to appear on the city walls, as if something was enveloping them from the outside.

But the tremors subsided quickly.

Mictlan exists quietly in a small world called "Re-Estize Kingdom," where nine layers of underground world and a vast icy wasteland revolve around Novas Aidir.

The dinosaurs looked up at the sun in the dome, then lowered their heads and continued doing what they were doing.

This is their nature; even the end of the world wouldn't affect their lives.

Higashino Makoto withdrew his hand, turned around, and looked at Debit.

"This Lostbelt mine now, is that alright?"

Debit stood up and dusted off his coat.

It doesn't matter.

He walked into the distance, his pace neither fast nor slow, and soon disappeared into the twilight.

Tezcatlipoca also stood up. Instead of following Debit, he walked up to Higashino Makoto, looked down at him, and a half-smile appeared on his face.

"You're quite an interesting person."

"Many people say that."

Tezcatlipoca chuckled, then turned and walked in another direction, quickly disappearing into the twilight.