Chapter 373.2. It’s The Real Final Battle

-Miu’s POV-
“Ding dong! Quick-answer! Mii-chan is ready to respond. The material is the golden threads!”
Performing the act of pressing a quick-answer button, I excitedly provide the answer. I get it. In other words…
“The golden threads. By repeatedly spinning and re-spinning the threads endlessly, your consciousness was instilled, right!”
Kanna Yamato and Helheim created Shin countless times. Through the power-bearing threads that housed the principles of the world, an almost eternal number of times, they input data resembling human consciousness.
Even robots, it’s said, possess data that allows them to act similarly to humans, and with an eternity of existence, a consciousness is born. If threads bearing the principles of the world got treated like that, what would happen? The answer is clear.
“You gained consciousness, right? Even though you weren’t supposed to.”
“That’s right. I, who had lived solely on instinct, don’t remember when it happened, but I started to gain consciousness. Before I knew it, I was being made into the protagonist of a ridiculous play.”
Floating in the air, Shin laughs oddly with an indifferent attitude.
“If that’s the case, why didn’t you take action? No, I see. You wanted your own body. You couldn’t move with your original body.”
Using Helheim’s god power as a core, did he desire a physical body? It’s rather ironic from Helheim’s perspective.
“Well done for figuring it out. Until now, not a single fragment made me aware of my existence. That’s right, I wanted a specially tailored body, so I went along with Helheim, who possessed the god’s power. By intertwining the golden threads and combining them with the power of the gods, I obtained a body capable of wielding absolute power suitable for me!”
Raising one hand like an actor, Shin explains. Why do they all exaggerate and act with over-the-top reactions when explaining things? Maybe I should do some acting too?
“Nevertheless, you’ve become quite mundane. Well, it’s natural since it is based it on the personality Helheim created.”
Letting out a light sigh, I send my gaze behind Shin.
“It would have been better if you stayed calm. Well, you’ve been waiting for a remarkably long time.”
Behind Shin, something is visible within the blizzard of ash.
“Yggdrasil. Hello, the tree that creates and supports the world.”
The zenith is invisible, and the thickness of the trunk is uncertain. The trunk continues endlessly beyond the horizon, and the thriving branches and leaves adorned with a golden glow exude a lush green.
The great tree of creation. The one with the power of origins. The parfait I’ve been gnawing on for so long.
Unfazed by the storm of ash, Yggdrasil stands tall and composed.
The source of all life. The existence that created the world, birthed gods, and nurtured life.
The world of humans. The world where Takano Miu has spent her time existed within Yggdrasil.
“I’ve decided on my new name: Yggdrasil Shin. I’d be happy if you could call me that from now on.”
Yggdrasil Shin looks at me with a refreshing smile that endears him to people. It’s such a refreshing smile that it seems suspicious.
“Well, it’ll be for a short time, though.”
His gaze sharpens, and the air around him flutters with a hint of murderous intent.
Look, it’s a very sinister smile. Really.
“Well, since Mii-chan has been gnawing on it! But is that also natural selection? The food chain?”
I think it’s inevitable for me to eat. After all, I get hungry. And I didn’t intend to eat everything. I intended to live as a human.
“I must exterminate pests. Sorry, but I’ll have to destroy you.”
“Well, clashing is a natural law, so it can’t be helped.”
“Of course, I’d be happy if you could rest assured that I’ll destroy all the other humans too.”
“Destroy?”
He started saying strange things, didn’t he? Why destroy?
“Yeah, that’s right. I created it, but it was a failure. It gained a clear consciousness. I’m sure humans will rot inside me soon. They are hideous beings, high in intelligence but ultimately worthless.”
Yggdrasil Shin, the actor who continues to speak with a sad expression, is quite something. What a simplistic way of thinking. It might be considered a cliché.
“And in my world, only beautiful plants will thrive. A world of peace without any conflict!”
“You don’t understand, Yggdrasil Shin-kun. A world of plants being peaceful…”
Because he’s using his invincibility as a standard, he doesn’t notice the struggles among plants. I’d recommend trying to grow herbs as an experiment.
“Now, let’s go for the final battle. Even if you win, I’ll dissolve the world within me.”
While his words sound weak, his confident demeanor suggests he has no intention of losing. Still, it’s harsh. Whether I win or lose, it’s a bad ending.
Well, I expected it to come to this. Not for the sake of Yggdrasil, though. It’s a cliché for the god who holds dominion over the world to recreate it.
“Yggdrasil Shin-kun. Mii-chan has a little bit of that possibility in mind too. So, I’ve prepared a countermeasure.”
“A countermeasure?”
“Yeah. Look closely. Not everything in this world has been destroyed.”
Swiftly waving a small hand, I expand my magic power.
With a burst of platinum light, the ash storm rapidly subsides.
The surroundings clear up, and visibility gets restored.
A world buried in ash. An apocalyptic world.
“What… What’s that over there?”
With the ash storm settling, Yggdrasil Shin finally notices something behind me, gaping in surprise.
It’s shocking, right? It certainly might be.
“Another one… Yggdrasil? Another Yggdrasil!”
“Yeah. I was growing it to counter in case someone holds the world as a hostage. A new Yggdrasil, harboring a free world created through the contact of souls, not predetermined by fate.”
Far behind me, another gigantic tree stands tall, just like Yggdrasil.
Smoothly rustling leaves, the tree glistens like it’s bathed in sunlight. A transparent tree that sparkles like crystal.
The zenith is invisible, and the trunk extends to the horizon. Similar to Yggdrasil, yet a power different from the original.
I’ve been diligently growing it. Sowing seed, protecting sapling, and nurturing it with utmost care.
“If Mii-chan wins, I’ll take everything. I’ll transfer the world. That’s the final battle.”
Now, it’s my first and last job as a creator god.
Whether you win or lose, don’t hold a grudge, Yggdrasil Shin-kun.
I gently smile, allowing my platinum hair to flutter around me.