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The god Agra was one of the oldest beings.

If there is a beginning, there must be an end, so as long as there is Armadi who started the beginning, there had to be Agra after him.

However, Agra at that time was weak.

The world that had just begun was a place where the word “end” was the faintest, and so Agra had no choice but to quietly watch the world pass by without even being aware of herself.

After some time had passed and humans had settled on the earth, Agra gained a sense of self and learned what her mission was.

He was the one who led the world to its end, and he was the one who had to face the end of this world.

He was the god who declared the end of the world. Agra moved the world according to his mission.

He increased his influence by attracting the people of the earth with sweet words.

He took as his companions the gods who shared his purpose.

War was declared.

Under the pretext of bringing down Armadi, who monopolized power, he actually set off a fire on the earth with the purpose of declaring the end of the world.

The tide of battle was in Agra’s favor.

War is the end of many things. As more lives are lost, hopes are extinguished, futures are scattered, and lives are diminished, the power of Agra only grows stronger.

If the miracle had not happened, Agra would have surely declared the end of this world with the end of the mythical era.

If the miracle of the warrior had not reached the earth, if Armadi had not gambled his existence, if the world had not rejected the end in the end, Agra would have surely won.

But the world did not wish for an end.

Instead of announcing the end of the mythical age, he blocked it by beginning the human age.

In this way, Agra was defeated and split into several pieces, and was forced to remain silent for a long time.

“It’s been a while, Agra.”

Agra, who was examining his own body that resembled a human boy, lowered one eyebrow at the sight of the apostle bowing respectfully with a smile.

“You didn’t completely revive me. You just released the seal on one piece.”

“The magic of Archmage Erginus was so excellent.”

“Tina, it’s better not to lie than not to tell a lie. You didn’t break the seal, you just didn’t break it.”

“Did you know?”

“Even within the seal, I continued to observe the outside scenery. I also know what your intentions are.”

The Apostle of Agra proudly wore a necklace symbolizing the Lord.

The apostles who once worshipped Agra as a god are now on the opposing side, trying to use him as a tool.

This is also why the seal was not completely released. Agra’s existence is nothing more than material to trigger the era of myth. The apostle has no intention of granting his wish.

“Then what do you do? Even if you know, it won’t make a difference.”

Agra looked at herself reflected in the shining cross.

His apostle was right.

Agra today is powerless.

A long time has passed since Agra was sealed.

Meanwhile, Agra was waiting in the depths of the deep for the day when the seal would be released, and the apostle before his eyes was wandering the world, spreading his influence.

Because of this, the very concept of the end was somewhat on the side of the human being called the Pope.

“Do whatever you want. I won’t stop you because Armadi will definitely be sad no matter what you do.”

“Thank you very much.”

“And I will warn you with an old feeling. Do not think that the end will leave you alone.”

“Hahaha. Don’t worry about that. When all this is over, my story will end too.”

Agra snorted, got up from her seat, opened the door, and went outside.

However, the sound that should have been heard in the hallway was not heard.

The Pope, knowing that this was one of the powers of the end, shrugged and closed the door.

It’s finally starting. What I’ve been longing for and hoping for for a long time has finally reached its starting point.

Great and blessed Armadi, please accept the gift I offer you.

Your glory alone will spread throughout this world, so please illuminate this world with your glory.

Oh, great Lord.

Please, let me be held in your arms.

*

Early in the morning. I woke up with a start and unconsciously looked out the window.

Agra was resurrected. There was no evidence to support this, but somehow I was convinced.

Agra has once again appeared on this land.

‘It’s not a perfect resurrection, is it?’

Because if Agra is completely resurrected, the Pope will be unable to control it.

They’re probably going to revive only some of them and gradually seize power. It’s not much different from what I knew.

‘The timing is right. Now, the truly dangerous minions of the evil gods will start to show themselves, changes will occur in the large dungeons, and the era of myths will begin.’

The preliminary battle is over. Now is the beginning.

‘There is nothing I can’t do.’

The schedule is pretty tight, but I don’t find it that difficult.

Because there are people around me who will support me. For them, I will run like crazy until everything is over.

Best of all, if you can finish everything in this time frame, you’ll have a real speedrunning record!

Records that were physically impossible in the game can now be set here!

Clearing the game before the end of the second year! How great would it be if I could take this record to reality!

After calling Erin, who was outside, I finished getting ready and headed to the dungeon with my friends.

I can definitely feel the dungeon difficulty gradually increasing.

The air has become even more polluted, and the mental impact has also become greater.

The monsters that appear inside are quite strong, and the boss’s intimidating power is also considerable.

Well, even so, they’re just sloppy ones that were conquered a long time ago.

After Joy engulfed the boss’s neck in darkness, a door leading outside was revealed.

“You’re going to move to the next location right away, right?”

“Why are you asking the obvious?”

“I won’t make any mistakes today. I finished all the calculations with my teacher yesterday!”

“Aren’t you starting to get bored? How long are you going to prove that you’re an idiot?”

“This time it’s different!”

“I don’t know how many times I’ve heard that.”

“Hmm. I don’t remember exactly, but it was more than ten times. I’m sure of it.”

“…I’m sorry. Joy. Honestly, I don’t believe it either.”

“This time it’s different!”

As this kind of life continued for a long time, my friends were relaxed despite the forced march.

I felt faith in me from those who laughed and criticized Joy.

The faces of those who forgot their fears and hesitations because they believed that they could overcome any hardship if they were with me were so strong.

If it were before, I would have felt burdened by the thought that I had to live up to their trust.

It’s good once you get the hang of it.

As I came out of the dungeon with those thoughts in mind, I felt goosebumps running down my spine in the strange silence.

Something was strange. The outside of the dungeon was always filled with cheers.

Those who trusted me and fought against the monsters outside screamed at the sight of us, even as they were bleeding profusely.

And I responded with a laugh.

But today wasn’t the case. Not even cheers, not even screams, not even breathing. Nothing could be heard.

It was as if the world was ending while we were in the dungeon.

As I blankly stared at the empty scenery around me, I felt a strange intuition and drew up my divinity to use the power of purification.

Then, the surrounding scenery collapsed, and people fell to the ground, and a boy stood in front of them.

“Hello. This is my first time seeing you like this. A disciple of the dog god.”

The moment I heard the boy’s voice, my hands automatically tightened.

It may seem harmless on the surface, but it is not.

That’s something that shouldn’t exist in this world.

The boy raised his hand as he raised his shield in disgust, feeling stronger than ever.

And at that moment, Frey, who had jumped out in front of me, swung his sword with all his heart. Space was cut and something that had been faintly felt in the boy’s hand was cut away.

“Wow. You’re cutting this. The god of martial arts must be eyeing it.”

“What are you?”

“Ask your warrior. That little brat will surely know what I am.”

The boy smiled at me, so I smiled back through my shield.

“That’s right♡ I know you very well♡ You’re a perverted, disgusting little brat♡”

“Is it okay for you to provoke me like that? Do you know what will happen to your friends?”

“Poohahaha!♡ What?♡ Do you really think you’ll win?♡ How great is a retard who can’t do anything because he’s beaten by his own apostles?♡”

If it were before, I would be worrying about my friends and worrying like crazy.

But I’ve long since abandoned those worries, Deungshin-ah.

“I’ll have to step on you and make you feel like a loser♡”

There’s no need to beat this guy.

They’ve probably already contacted the fairies and Joy, so if we just stall for a bit, the power will arrive here and destroy that guy.

This is also a variable, but it is a good variable for us.

Because the very foundation of the Pope’s plan might be disrupted.

“I’ll make you lick dirt all your life while you’re stuck on the floor♡ If that suits you♡ You piece of shit♡”

Come at me as much as you want.

How many times have I caught you and beaten you, yet you can’t hold out even one bit?

“Hmm. You’ve grown since the last time I saw you. You’re still a kid, though.”

“What about that guy?♡ His height, power, and personality all seem to be small, don’t they?♡”

I’ll drag it out and make it so frustrating that you can go wild and do whatever you want.

While thinking like that and raising his divinity, Agra suddenly raised both his hands.

“Surrender.”

“…what?”

“As a god with the power of the end, I admit defeat. Do you understand now, kid?”

…

What the hell.