Even Miss Dollhouse and Captain Constantine were startled by Lynn's wild declaration.
"You're joking, aren't you?"
The Self-Binding Angel spoke stiffly.
"I'm not joking."
Lynn's voice was grave.
"This is also the only workable plan I've come up with so far. Back then, that Great Lord personally slew all the gods and became a Firstborn. So perhaps I can... free all the divine seats and let the gods who embody the rules walk the earth again."
This was the conclusion Lynn had reached after careful consideration.
Because the situation had changed, and so had the enemy they faced.
The Great Lord's godless theory no longer worked in this age of apocalypse.
The destruction of the Shattered World had been inevitable.
Because those so-called rules gods had not grown through cultivation. They were merely wills born from the rules themselves. They had never been tempered by blood and fire. Like children confined within a crystal garden, they were bound to perish once the Great Cataclysm arrived.
And because of the Main Universe, those truly terrifying rules would never be allowed to develop wills of their own. Even if they did, they would surely be erased immediately.
Like those terrifying beings who had once ranked as God Kings.
Time and space, creation and destruction, truth and causality, and... that one who embodied reincarnation.
If a few powerful beings representing those primordial rules truly appeared now, how could the Main Universe be bullied like some helpless little girl, with anyone barging in and out as they pleased?!
Without a doubt.
Every Origin present was shaken by Lynn's words.
Even the perpetually arrogant Titan Head stiffly swallowed and said:
"Uh... my dear son-in-law-so you mean-to let all of us become-rules gods too?"
Lynn shouted:
"Exactly!"
"Of course, we'll keep the good rules among ourselves.