Survival

Golden raindrops fell, turning into black ash as they descended to the Daichi. The golden rain of merit turned into black ash along its path. Once good deeds stray from the right path, they become evil on the other side, merit vanishes into nothingness, and may even turn into karma.

Arson, murder, and looting are evil; corruption and bribery are evil. And beings born with flaws, or those who cannot be called perfect, are also defined as evil by Arjuna.

If we use him as the standard by which to judge the world, then there are very few people in the world who wouldn't be considered evil.

If there were only one god, that would be fine, as he would be the only size and standard.

But at this moment, the new god who does not exist in Arjuna's Lostbelt denied his actions.

If the starting point is wrong, then no matter how glorious the achievement, it cannot be called a good deed. The golden halo behind Arjuna shattered in an instant. The layer of merit that had been blocking his way also dissipated.

"You shouldn't have thought of me as a useless and unnecessary god, Arjuna," Kama said with a hint of pride.

When Arjuna devoured the gods, he spared Kama alone, because he believed that the god of love was a divine office he did not need. But now, the situation is far beyond his expectations. A god unknown to him and not recorded by him represents too many variables.

Arjuna's face remained as cold as ice. He thrust his sword finger towards Kama, the energy in his hand transforming into a sharp sword, within which seemed to flow stars. A lotus flower bloomed beneath Kama's feet, enveloping her. But in the next instant, it was still torn apart.

Even without the Power of Merit, he remains a being in complete harmony with the India divine.

"Kama, back behind me." At the critical moment, a pure white light burst forth, and the sword of the God of the End struck the Avici Uninterrupted. A massive Magnetic Field Power and surging magic erupted, engulfing the entire sky. With a piercing hum, the Beginning and End and the End collided with the golden bow, and the surging power was like a tsunami.

The bow, aimed straight at his opponent's neck, Splitting the Sky, but was blocked by the great bow behind Arjuna. It was a pure golden bow, split in two like blades. An unknown crystal was attached to the bowstring, surging with immense energy.

Surrounding him were several spheres, like planets orbiting a star, orbiting Arjuna.

The Splitting the Sky was severed, and Arjuna seized the opportunity to lay his bow horizontally and draw the string taut. A powerful Magnetic Field Power surged with terrifying magic, and no one, human or god, on this Daichi knew of such archery skills.

At the same time, Bai Mo made a gesture of Avici Uninterrupted with his other hand.

In an instant, the immense energy clashed head-on with the light of Avici Uninterrupted, much like the destructive power of the Third Eye confronted the disintegrating power of Avici Uninterrupted. But this time, no one could restrain this terrifying power.

The light shot into the sky, as if to tear a hole in the heavens. Bai Mo tried his best to prevent this terrifying power from landing on Hastinapura, but the shockwave it generated still blew away the Hastinapura Imperial Palace, which had already been burned to the ground.

Run!

"When gods fight, mortals suffer! Let's get out of here quickly!"

Some of the remaining inhabitants of Hastinapura fled in desperation. Seeing this, Kama opened his hand, and the sacred lotus bloomed. Each petal, like a small boat, carried those people away from there.

But there are others who clearly don't think that way.

"Hey, these two gods are so powerful, their battle will surely be a war that surpasses all previous ones. Why don't we hide inside the city and enjoy this clash of titans?"

"You've really hit the nail on the head!"

And so, some reckless individuals simply jumped off the petals and secretly hid in street corners and alleys, observing the great battle with intense excitement.

Meanwhile, amidst the wreckage of Hastinapura, a person buried under the ashes slowly opened his eyes. Covered in soot, he opened his mouth and gasped for air, trying to fill his nearly collapsed lungs with the necessities for survival and allow his body to recover.

"Forehead..."

Suddenly, the man froze. Ignoring the excruciating pain coursing through his body, he scrambled to his feet, looking around as if he had lost something. But beside him, there was nothing but the wreckage and dust.

"How could this be, little brother... Father... Teacher Drona... Where have they all gone? Hello, is anyone there? Anyone can answer me, Grandfather, where are you?"

This man was truly Duryodhana; he frantically rummaged through the surrounding wreckage, but found nothing except for burning his hands. His father, mother, brothers, teacher Drona, Ashwatthama...

Everyone is gone.

He recalled that Arjuna seemed to have released some kind of magical artifact, and then, Gandhari...

"Ugh..." An extremely painful tearing sensation came from his internal organs, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

"Please, is anyone still here? Even Vidura would be fine, Vidura, come out here... damn it..."

Ignoring the blood seeping from his hands, Duryodhana pounded the Daichi fiercely. A few tears fell onto the scorched sand, making a sizzling sound. Just then, footsteps approached. Upon hearing them, Duryodhana looked up sharply, as if a deserter had suddenly spotted an oasis. But when he recognized who was approaching, the light in his eyes vanished.

"Vasudeva Krishna, what are you doing here?"

"This isn't some private property where anyone can come in. As for why I'm here, just look up and you'll see."

Krishna, and above him, Bai Mo was fighting Arjuna. The sword that had destroyed Hastinapura was constantly being swung, moving according to Arjuna's will, cutting the entire Daichi beneath their feet as if it were tofu.

"Not some private territory? What nonsense are you talking about? This is the royal palace of Hastinapura, my royal palace. Even if it's destroyed, it's still our royal palace..."

"Stop deceiving yourself, Duryodhana." Krishna said with a deep gaze, "Dhritarashtra and Gandhari are dead. Of your brothers, you are the only one who survived, even though you should have died anyway."

And just now, Bhishma was also defeated. The so-called Hastinapura... Krishna looked at the ruins before him; he needed to say nothing more.

Duryodhana hearing Krishna's words, Duryodhana froze on the spot. He slowly turned around, gazing at the ruins, his breathing trembling. Suddenly, like a wounded beast, he roared at Krishna:

"Then why am I alive?"