NOVEL NEXT Thud, thud, thud, thud—
The sound of hooves echoes loudly.
In the distance, a massive army charges across the plains, headed straight for Italy.
Leading the army and holding high the banner of the alliance is Liu Wei.
“For the Emperor!!! Hear me, world!! The descendants of Yuhuan have returned!!!”
A man, so excited that he forgets his age, lets out a powerful roar.
His desperate scream carries a deep-seated grudge, almost as if he might cough up blood.
“Ohshi is calling me!!!”
“Ichigo! Ichigo! Ichigo!!”
“Finally, my glorious subscription badge sees the light of day!!!”
With the call from the believers of Wakamou, luminous spirits follow them closely.
“Look at that light! Ichigo calls for reinforcements!!!”
Climbers in traditional Asian armor lead the charge, as they spearhead the attack followed by— a legion so vast it could pass through buildings as they trample demons and monsters across Italy.
Arrows rain down, piercing angels and falling to earth as citizens and other climbers surge forward.
Hajime Ichigo, wearing the Emperor’s Crown on her head, let out a heavy sigh.
The weight of the crown, the majesty, and pressure of being an Emperor class.
And the intuition of hardships that come with stepping onto the thorny path of the “Non-Combat Legendary Class.”
This girl, who had become an orphan due to the appearance of the tower, wandered for years just to survive, only to finally take the throne of the Emperor.
She felt that being reunited with Wakamou Inarizushi was enough to feel compensated for her difficult life.
She received so much, overflowing beyond excess, was loved, and felt happiness filling her heart until it overflowed.
Hence, she didn’t want that happiness to be taken, nor did she want to see her precious people sad or struggling alongside her comrades.
She wanted to lead a slightly kinder life for others, so the girl pressed down the crown.
This power, obtained through countless trials and encounters, overcoming many hardships and frustrations—
It was a symbol coming from the bond with Wakamou.
“If I switch to this class, I will lose all the powers of an Alchemist. Even so, there are no regrets…”
All the equipment and skills she had would disappear.
It was a bit regrettable, but she faced no hesitation.
Draping the Gold-Red Dragon Robe over her shoulders, she stood with the dignity of an Emperor, ready to face the enemy.
The red dragon robe embroidered with gold began to shine brightly, reacting as if to Ichigo’s resolve.
With agility dropping by a staggering -500%, she couldn’t run, but what emperor would carelessly run around without composure?
In her raised hand, the true form of the Divine National Seal took shape.
“Status Window.”
Her stats were completely reset.
Automatically distributed, Ichigo let out a wry smile at the unbalanced stats piling up on one side.
The days of pursuing only speed seemed never to come again.
[Climber: Liu Ying]
[Job: Emperor]
[Age: 18]
[Stats]
Health: 100
Mana: 100
Strength: 5
Agility: 5(-25)
Endurance: 10
Intelligence: 10(+60)
Wisdom: 10
Charm: 480(+1060)
The staggering charm value came into view right away.
Of course, the item she was holding was of Myth grade.
[Divine National Seal]
Grade: Myth
Restriction: Emperor
Crafted from the legendary Heshibi jade.
Inscribed with “He Who Receives Mandate from Heaven Will Gain Eternal Prosperity.” This artifact was lost during the Tang Dynasty.
Those who can wield this artifact may call themselves rulers.
Leadership +100%.
Intelligence +60
Charm +100
Alongside the Dragon Robe’s [Charm +200%] bonus, her charm stat had easily surpassed 1,000.
With a total of 1,540 charm— due to the item effect linked to the Divine National Seal,
The charm stat multiplied by 5 allowed her to call forth an astonishingly enormous army of 7,700 in Italy.
Furthermore, a staggering 30 general summons could be brought out, with their names perhaps unknown, but their dazzling armor clearly indicated they were generals.
“Answer the call of the Emperor!!!”
By casting the skill from the Divine National Seal once more, all her subscribers received a notification.
Responding to the call, climbers who couldn’t enter from outside Italy began to appear.
Chasers of the Emperor’s light without thinking of how to return home stood behind Ichigo.
The aura spreading from the epicenter of Ichigo.
Simply being near was enough to grant allies stat buffs.
“Our little sister became a king… I’m so happy for you!”
Gathering alongside were the Dark Society led by Xiao Liang.
Following behind, the believers responding to Wakamou’s summons and standing with Liu Wei grew to an army of over 10,000 gathered in Italy.
“Just give the command!!”
Upon receiving the order to summon new recruits, with Liu Wei under full armor, Ichigo turned her gaze to Mare Pirate, who stood out with her distinct Korean two-sword style and carrying three swords at her waist.
“Ichigo has become the Empress.”
“─Is this okay..?”
“If it’s good, isn’t that enough? Ichigo, giving allowances to all these summoned people will bankrupt you.”
“There’s no choice then.”
“Everyone! I’ll pay you after it’s over! Please upload your certifications!!”
There was no reward for participating in this battle since it wasn’t about climbing tiers.
With the obligation to pay soldiers as a king, Ichigo sighed heavily at Pirate’s words.
As Asuka shouted the news to the back, climbers murmured.
“Wow! Live appearance!”
“Real-life collab is awesome!”
“What will you do with the money? I’m gonna donate.”
“Isn’t it about buying merch and donating?”
“Can’t resist the hype. Here comes the donation.”
“Humans, save up. Don’t waste your money.”
“What does Asuka know!”
“Poor Asuka who couldn’t protect the merch… I gotta donate…”
“Please give a lot of condolences.”
“Ahh…”
“Are we ‘graduating’ now…”
These VTuber fans were ready to plow all their earnings into donations.
They were all climbers. Tower-bound individuals seeking strength, fighting monsters.
Indignant at the tyrannies that the tower cannot close its eyes to, empathizing with angels who died and forsaken saints, there were good people capable of getting angry.
Though united in heartbreaking humanity—they were climbers who recognized Yu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei among the thirty generals.
“In heaven and earth, there is nothing more precious than people. My descendant, you have achieved a great feat with a broad mind!!”
“….Who are you?”
“I am the last Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty and the first King of Wei. Many call me Cao Cao!”
“What?”
“Damn it, Ichigo!! I knew it when you kept fawning over married women! I knew this would happen!!”
“I’m a 63rd-generation descendant of Liu Bei?! I don’t like that!”
“[……I came in response to my descendant’s call?]”
“Is it Cao Cao x Liu Bei or Liu Bei x Cao Cao?”
“Asuka, shut up.”
Stop making insane comments that rile the female fans.
Ichigo had no desire to become a terrible BL outcome.
While Liu Wei was shocked to be the descendant of Cao Cao… by the 63rd generation, he accepted that plenty of intermarriage was possible.
Xiao Liang automatically became deferential upon realizing that her empress was a descendant of Liu Bei and Cao Cao.
And Ichigo’s fandom friends found it hilarious, laughing through even this hellish situation. It was indeed a sight to behold that even in dire situations, laughter could be maintained.
“Fate works in mysterious ways! To run with legendary heroes like this!!”
“Shall we beat him up, brothers?”
“Zhang Fei, stop it. My brother was not born to be anything ordinary, but he has great descendants.”
“Haha! A descendant upholding justice does not even need arguing about who they’re like. The heavens and people know, what’s there to debate?”
“It’s great to have so many ancestors supporting you.”
“Hey, Pirate!!”
“What are we going to do with this crazy lineage? As a mere commoner, I can’t survive anywhere. You won’t make me leave the ship just because I’m not a Legendary Class, right?”
“Not really─Shall we?”
“Let’s go!”
The two girls exchanged knowing glances, communicating without words.
Whether their ancient predecessors Yu Bei and Cao Cao, present as apparitions, fought or not, everything was already concluded past matters.
The Emperor raised her hand with a serious expression, their weapons drawn and ready for orders that could be given at any moment.
“Awaken, immortal souls!! Full Charge!!!”
“Wooooahhh!!!”
“Follow me!!!”
Liu Wei, charging at the forefront, wore [Armor of Xiang Yu] and raised [Zeus’s Lightning Bolt] high, launching it at the champion.
The moment he received it and without hesitation, struck with all his might using [Rustam’s Mace] and collided, pushing the champion back with his horse.
Despite being a Legend Class and imbued with blessings within the domain of a Companion thanks to the buff from the radiant golden aura of the tower—
“Cao Cao along with Xiahou Dun!! Zhang Liao, then Xiahou Yuan as well!!”
“Over here, we have Huang Zhong, Zhao Yun with Ma Chao too?”
“There’s no Ma Su? I wanted to ask why he built a mountain!!”
“An alliance between Wei and Shu, seriously? My heart is swelling.”
“It’s time for us White Dragon Squad to make our presence known!! Raise the banners!!!”
“Over there, there’s the Glasses Division and Joseph Division, separately?!”
“Ah, our coordination is lacking.”
Indeed there were many. Though strong, climbers were ultimately human beings.
Nothing special would allow them to withstand attacks from both renowned historical generals and high-ranking climbers at once.
“This, this can’t be…!!”
“The front line is being pushed back!!”
Paladins barely parry the onsalaughts from Yu Bei and Cao Cao’s swords who lead the charge, but Xiahou Dun and Guan Yu follow closely, swinging their weapons.
They charge on horseback, making it exceedingly difficult to fend them off, and the champion found it impossible to hold on without collapsing.
As climbers bound his arms and legs firmly, pouring their strength, the resistance couldn’t hold.
The army continued riding under the torrential downpour, beheading monsters fearlessly.
Climbers instinctively identified monsters, proceeding without hesitation.
With the skill of an Oracle, an aurora weaved across the sky, striking down angels, leaving them to the climbers on the ground.
“My excitement won’t calm!! To run alongside legendary champions!!”
Yoo Suder Khan cheered, driving an arrow into a demon’s head poised to attack a citizen.
Running on horseback, she was overtaken by speed alone by Trung Hieu, smashing a punch through more than 20 demon skulls simultaneously like bursting watermelons.
“Fighting without talking!”
“No need to tell me, comrade!! Knights, follow me!!”
Brandishing a sword of light above, the radiant holy light incinerated demons with the swordsmanship of an Alexander Doherty.
Merciless slashes that cleaved through monsters passed through buildings, and Wizards conjured spells to sweep across the skies.
Using the chains of magic spread endlessly by Timothy M. Davis, he pulled to safety citizens who hadn’t evacuated.
“I didn’t think the tower was capable of such things…it’s truly marvelous.”
Dumbfounded by the audacious act of the Vatican Tower, he glanced toward the Idol fiercely fighting.
The valor displayed was beyond typical climbers recognition.
With that level of the martial skill, couldn’t a Man-eater also be defeated straightforwardly?
“How about a little support─ᚨᚴᚨᛋᚨ …ᛗᛖᛏᛖᛟ─ “ᚠᚨᛚᛚ”!!”
With a magic circle gripped in his hand, high-speed incantations followed.
He executed top-tier skill— the utmost pinnacle of magic wielded by the world’s strongest Wizard.
A giant black hole formed in the sky, consuming the storm clouds above.
Beyond the hole, the vastness of space came into view— and from that expanse, a star pulled by Earth’s gravity approached.
“Meteor Strike!!”
“Idol’s Split Slash!!”
“What?”
A slash constructed from light issued from the Tower Lord’s grasp and split the falling meteor in half.
“Spirit Slicer!!”
Without stopping, the Tower Lord advanced, creating a sword made of light along the way.
Wakamou was flabbergasted by witnessing an Idol’s offensive skill for the first time.
“Don’t dodge!! Auriel’s Wreath, Savior’s Sword, Angelic Legion, Raphael’s Vow!!”
Based on the skills used so far, it was clearly an Idol—and most of the skills used were Idol-related attack skills.
While someone never got to witness them, the other side continuously spammed them, which made Wakamou a bit indignant as he dodged the attacks.
“This can’t…this is impossible!!! This is impossible!!!”
With the Celestial Wreath of Incineration on his back, he swipes the Celestial Sword that could even slay Satan.
Alongside skills that continually restore his injured body, Wakamou gathers a legion of angels he made as his believers.
Among them were Paladins and Clerics who followed a god devoured by the tower and died, mixed into the crowd.
Over 11 long years, just how many climbers had died as the sky filled with angels.
The angels flying above planned to intercept and annihilate the army below, but the President of the American Association created a black hole, literally grinding the angels to dust.
It was as though they were sucked up by a vacuum cleaner and shredded by a blender as the army was swept away.
Angels who either escaped the range or protected themselves with skills attempted to descend to the earth, but were sliced apart by the Sanctified Sword’s spatial rend.
They hadn’t counted on things becoming this way, which was why there was a plan to tie them down in the Coliseum.
An impenetrable barrier was planned to be erected around Italy and the Vatican to block entry and exit.
──Because the entire plan unraveled, all because of a single saint?
No, even knowing it, they weren’t concerned.
With the power of an Apostle transcending an Idol─ they had confidence they couldn’t be defeated by anyone.
However, in reality, they were getting overwhelmed by not an Apostle but just an Idol.
Even more outrageous was getting beaten back by a fake shell of an Idol, not a proper Idol at all!!
“The derived figures, though only for a brief moment, surely surpassed the strength of that Mediator…!! Yet I am…!!”
Unlike other towers, knowing the historical recordings of the past, the sleeping history beneath the Vatican, they prepared for 11 years.
With the absence of God’s position and the responsibility, duty, and purity of faith to dedicate themselves to the weak, they consistently entwined the finest Pope under the wonders of the tower’s power.
They used all costs drawn from the towers situated all around Italy and the Vatican.
Ultimately, even with weakened Apostles, they didn’t mind.
Through the Companion, they absorbed numerous beliefs and the lives of climbers who died and were poured into the being.
He absorbed countless beliefs that had been gathered through the 【Idol】 and even the lives spouted from the dying Climbers.
With the acquisition of the 【Idol】 class, he made one more step of evolution and even seized the Apostle’s body.
Using non-existent loopholes in evolving the Legendary Class, he got hold of the 『Climber』’s corporeal body by employing [History and Record].
As a 【Tower Lord】 who owns the very feats of humanity that exist in the Vatican and Italy, he thought there was nothing impossible.
There was no skill he couldn’t harness, and even without them, the strength of an Apostle, superior to an Idol, needed no further explanation.
Moreover, he used the powers of the Vatican Tower’s original form to make diverse buffs permanently sustained.
Yet, despite it all!!!
The tide of battle was overwhelmingly ruled by Wakamou!
“A decent kitchen knife.”
Wakamou, snatching a flying holy sword with his hand, broke it using a knifehand strike. His kick smashes into the Tower Lord’s face.
Grabbing the nose with his toes and pulling him down, Wakamou thrusts the other foot strongly into his neck, twisting his head. He effortlessly dodges the beam shot from the Tower Lord’s hand.
True, the Tower Lord was overwhelmingly stronger than Wakamou in terms of raw stats at the moment. It was almost disrespectful to compare.
Due to the inexperience that didn’t match the knowledge and power held, he was being outmaneuvered.
─But, you see.
Though the Tower Lord shoots the Judgment Strike, Wakamou lightly dodges it with dazzling speed.
It was a speed that could neither be seen with eyes nor predicted.
─Why is that?
Even before the brain could command, the body reacts to the Tower Lord’s brute force attack.
All this time, he had consciously controlled his ghost-like body.
He fought Dalki from the Korean Tower, controlling multiple bodies, and emerged victorious.
He engaged powerful foes sent by the American Tower with martial arts.
In the trials set by the Japanese Tower, he risked life and death battling the Inari Fox Deity.
He faced off against unimaginable strong foes and unexpected battles at the China Tower.
And he continually learned new things by battling Climbers of all classes outside the towers.
Numerous experiences of life and death battles, never retreating even when disadvantaged or when facing strong opponents, steadfast in advancing without looking back.
Never retreat.
Once attacked, continue advancing, fighting and fighting again.
Even if the opponent was divine-like.
Wakamou now faced no issues!!
A living body moving without limits, driven by will!!
“[Battling among Climbers has no meaning..!! Only climbing the Tower holds any meaning!!]”
“And you mean to say all the citizens of Italy must die for you alone?”
“[It’s for the greater good…!! Don’t assign significance to merely perishing lives!! For the higher heavens!! The top!! They make a noble sacrifice!!]”
This must have been the nature of the ancient Towers.
To them, humans were countless and held no significant meaning.
And the Tower in front aimed to forsake his duty and become a Climber as a Tower Lord.
“[Acting without any understanding or reason… Does that truly have meaning? I have seen 【Truth】!! The reason for Climbers and Towers existence!! And the reason why no one can hold the 【Idol】 qualification!!]”
As the Tower Lord’s relentless attacks quicken, Wakamou deftly deflects them.
Wakamou strikes whenever a gap appears, but the Tower Lord didn’t show signs of fatigue even after taking the hits.
Continuously recovering, the Tower Lord was indeed the epitome of an immortal.
“Jesus said, don’t bull, you bastard!! Idol worship is prohibited!!!”
Launching a fierce kick with all his might.
Suppressing the Tower Lord’s twin fists, sealing them, and stepping forward with vigor to snap the neck.
And finally─ As if the ultimate victory was within, the Tower Lord grinned.
“Hurk…!”
Without warning, a sword of light pierced through Wakamou’s body, materialized.
A scenario with no signs, no process, just the result.
Persistently bracing against the searing pain coursing down the spine, Wakamou clenches his fist hard.
“This─!! Is for the goods you wrecked!!!”
Thud─!
“[Just a mere Climber─ Such might is short-lived…!!]”
The Tower Lord’s rapid blows embed in Wakamou’s body who tries to block with a guard stance.
Towards her, another light sword flies, which she blocks by hardening her body like a mineral.
“[【Heaven’s Time】!!]”
With the shock of colliding attacks, the Tower Lord casts the [Idol] skill.
The power originating from him expands, and the Apostolic sacredness engulfs the entire Vatican, reversing the colors.
An authority close to being divine, that even stops time.
Even though the President of the American Association who could wield spatial magic was moving through stopped time, he collapsed spitting blood from a mere gesture by the [Tower Lord].
“[This is─The true power of the [Idol]. The entity closest to God! Ascending the Tower, transcending 【Human】 to shed physical form!! You, a makeshift shell to manufacture Climbers, can never reach this true power!!]”
Gathering light in the two uplifted hands, an item of [Myth] grade from the Tower revealed itself.
Granting rewards to Climbers himself as a Tower Lord, gripping an exclusive Idol equipment.
With the 【Executioner’s Sacred Sword】 in hand, the Tower Lord swung the sword at Wakamou’s neck, unaware of the frozen time.
“[Die, Wakamou Inarizushi!!]”
Flinch.
Wakamou’s arm moved just before striking the neck.
“[What…?!”
Terrified, the Tower Lord trembled in fear.
If Wakamou had evolved due to the class type being the same…. Could it be? No, impossible!
Even so, there’s a limit to the design.
Even if an Idol, they are different─!!
Swinging the sword, just before hitting, Wakamou’s raising arm crashes into the Tower Lord’s jaw.
“[Argh!!! Lies!! This cannot be!! How, with time stopped?!]”
“If it happens once, you know. Underestimating me, Idol…. the history gathered by a long-time Otaku!”
Pang──
In the eyes of the Tower Lord, sacred threads interwoven between him and Wakamou appeared.
With [Projection Control], threads hidden were wrapping around the Tower Lord and Wakamou, stitched extensively.
Wakamou’s arm moved as the Tower Lord did!
He approached to strongly adhere just to tangle this…!!
“[Ugh…!!]”
Trying to cast [Skill], an internal explosion with intense heat erupted.
Something was inside his body.
“Do you know what repulses divinity the most…?”
[Magna] and [Sacredness] running amok wildly inside [Tower Lord].
They repelled and battled fiercely, causing [Tower Lord] to stagger spitting blood.
It was inserted through his mouth during the fight…!!
“Would one who only launches trials understand? Even facing impending despair, the tenacity to strive desperately and win of Climbers….”
“[Wakamou Inarizushi…!!]”
“──Full Power Deployment!!! I’ll finish you【Tower Lord】in 3 minutes!!!!”
Rapidly dwindling faith.
While still exchanging [Additional Stats] for life, risking everything.
Wielding mana equivalent to subscriber count at maximum output, circulating and reinforcing the body.
“The class might be the same Idol, alright!! But unlike you, who’s nothing but a shell, I’ve trained! My persistence differs! Ideals differ! Resolve differs!”
[Idol’s Flame], [Idol’s Tide], [Idol’s Storm], [Idol’s Thunder], [Idol’s Frost], [Idol’s Land], [Idol’s Mineral], [Idol’s Light].
Fire, water, wind, lightning, ice, earth, metal, light─
The eight elements burst forth from behind Wakamou, almost like tails, spewing out brilliantly.
And adorning the finale was pure mana itself.
Donning nine tails on his back and golden shimmering, hair burning bright enough to scatter darkness.
An appearance resembling the legendary white-faced golden hair, Aoi Asuka watched with a stunned expression.
“The moment you carelessly spout the words ‘God’ while belittling human lives, you’ve already lost to me!! Tell the King of Hell that you were sent by the white-faced golden hair!!!”
A powerful fist fueled by rage smashes the sacred sword in the [Tower Lord]’s hand, shattering the arm.
The explosive volcanic eruption-like heated, ferocious wrath of the Idol hammers the Tower Lord’s defending arms, buckling the ground with quaking sounds.
“This is… for all those poor believers used by you.”
Eyes glinting fiercely more than losing VTuber Goods, Wakamou’s eyes burned with rage.
“And this!!! Is for the lives perished because of bastards like you─!!!”
With the punctuating blow, amidst shock waves breaching the sound barrier, the Tower Lord becomes a projectile crashing into the Vatican Tower.
Partly abandoning control of Climber’s body, the Vatican Tower buzzes, launching light towards Wakamou in a relentless assault.
“While living!! From the very first knife fight to all sorts of lousy, rotten news!! Bland stories worse than idiot tales of not refilling the humidifier!! I prefer days filled with small joys!!”
Just like when destroying the Italian Tower in one blow, body cut apart by the murderous strike but ignoring it, Wakamou lunged.
“Where in this cold society of empty enthusiasm and dull life is genuine? The world I desire, where you dive into mysterious VTuber-like weird and whimsical stuff, freely doing what you love while respecting others, is where!! Crying in sadness, laughing in joy, life’s hope, life’s joy, warmth comforting wounds, the world where shared memories exist with others!!”
“[Cough… Cough… Ur… Idol…]”
“Even if we both are Idols, let me tell you, we are surely different!! Even if [Idol] holds the power to change the world!! An Idol (VTuber) provides guidance, strength, and vitality!! A relic of outdated survival-of-the-fittest logic won’t have the brilliance to blind people!! In the world where the Idol (VTuber) I dream of exists, throwbacks like you aren’t necessary!!”
Even losing the gathered Goods, recorded videos, everything would stay as memories in mind, and it’s enough if there’s someone to laugh, sympathize, and understand sharing that story.
Again and again.
Because an Idol (VTuber) values its believers (fans) more.
So, the furious Wakamou couldn’t accept an Idol discussing sacrifices for the greater cause, even if it meant dying.
It mattered not what other classes were─ But never an Idol could be that.
They were supposed to be the stars illuminating the darkness, only exist in a peaceful and leisurely world, must be something allowing cherished memories remaining as joyful in life while dreaming and challenging.
“[By the Tower Lord’s authority, command to ban all [Skills] usage of the Climber!!]”
Slishhh──!!!
Chains extending from the Vatican Tower pierced Wakamou.
“[[Idol’s Hierarchy]!! With this, your stats will get reduced to match mine!!!]”
The halo emerging atop the Tower Lord’s head emanated light wrapped around the neck, reducing all stat levels.
Yet, despite that, Wakamou didn’t stop.
“I don’t have any stats to use skills during a fight, you idiot!!”
Enveloping himself with the nine tails, Wakamou spun.
With a spiral like a spinning top, she appeared as a massive drill.
The nine elements intertwined and wrapped around, as she whirled fiercely, scattering golden stars.
Within the center of the dazzling light─a luminous Idol, very much a star, shot forth.
“【Idol’s Back Kick】!!”
A finishing move, magnificent!!
The [Tower Lord]’s shield summoned to reflect the skill was shattered, and the piercing blow severed the Tower’s waist.
Losing the emitting light, the Vatican Tower buckled weakly and collapsed.
Realizing the truths of a very old [Past History], the Tower collapsed, having treated humans as sacrifices while showing greed and ambition.
With the [Tower Lord] screaming in agony, the physical body aged rapidly like fast-forwarding through time.
And in the eyes of the Pope he met─ there was relief.
Wakamou had seen such eyes once before.
The elderly eyes similar to the Grim Reaper closed as he caught the falling person gently embracing him into his arms.
What kind of life would he have lived being controlled by a Tower mimicking God?
Remembering the voice of sorrow that the Saint cried out, Wakamou remained silent.
Amidst the parting clouds, a light showered down.
Cradling the Pope’s body, the heavenly light cascading down, comforting the standing Idol.
He did not look up to the dazzling sun.
“Is it over?”
“Who just said?”
“Oracle, Sir.”
Rumbling──
It was not yet over.
The broken Vatican Tower was trembling.
But Wakamou had expended all [Faith].
The [Idol’s True Form] had returned to [Idol’s Body].
The President of the American Association, wounded critically by the [Tower Lord]’s strike, was supported by a swordsman.
“《Aaaah!!! I curse you Wakamou Inarizushi!!! Cursed like ancient humans!!!》”
The Tower’s desperate curses echoed like a broadcasted message.
And countless meteor showers began to fall from the sky.
As everyone gazed hopelessly up at the sky.
Gwaaahhhh──!!!
Across the sky, sweeping a flash of lightning.
“Look at the sky!”
“It’s a bird!”
“It’s a plane!”
“No, it’s wrong!!”
Holding a fragment of a wrecked plane, crossing the sky was a pure white dragon.
“Rooooaaaar!!!!”
Joseph Khan roared out his grief and woe, expelling a breath that evaporated the meteor shower.
Appearing with impeccable timing, she had even rescued those falling after crashing into barriers during her journey.
Riding the rageful dragon’s breath sweeping the ground, applause and cheers poured down.
Adolf, who was evacuating citizens with a diorama, and even Mami fighting fiercely smiled and waved hand.
Clinging to the collapsed Italian Tower, the white dragon roared fiercely toward the world.
As the finale of the video, it was the ultimate scene.
“Second album will definitely succeed.”
“Who just said?”
“Oracle, Sir.”
Ichigo and Mare Pirate stood without a word, hands in their pockets, watching.
Asuka had a lot to say but decided to write her will since the Goods couldn’t be protected.
──To start with the conclusion!!
Wakamou forgave them, valuing VTubers more than Goods.
Such mercy…. almost like Buddha!