With the "connection" to Chaos, God of the Void, completely sealed, the collapse of the entire Atlantis Lostbelt entered its final countdown.
Ye Chuan did not linger for even a moment.
His figure flickered several times, bringing him before the last Fantasy Tree, which supported the entire continent of Olympus, ready to sever it completely.
However, just as he was about to draw his blade, a gentle voice, brimming with confidence and composure, came from behind him.
"Please wait, mighty warrior from Proper Human History."
Ye Chuan slowly turned around.
A man with long blond hair, dressed in an ornate white Mystic Code and wearing the elegant smile of a nobleman, stood there quietly.
He was the leader of Team A, the strongest Master who presided over this Lostbelt-Kirschtaria Wodime.
"Before you sever this tree and prune my world away completely, could you spare me a few words?"
Kirschtaria's tone was not that of someone facing an enemy about to destroy everything he had. Instead, he sounded as though he were speaking as an equal with an old friend he had not seen in years.
"Your power is fascinating."
Kirschtaria looked at Ye Chuan, a light of wisdom gleaming in eyes as deep as the starry sky.
"It is neither magecraft nor divinity, but the pure power of an 'individual,' unlike anything I have ever seen."
"Your appearance proves that the very concept of 'humanity' holds infinite possibilities, even..."
"The possibility of rivaling 'gods.'"
"And my goal is not fundamentally different from yours."
He slowly laid out his ideal.
"I wish to raise all humans to the realm of 'gods' and create a perfect world without conflict or suffering."
"For that, I am willing to bear every sin."
"So, Ye Chuanliu."
He extended his final invitation to Ye Chuan.
"Would