NABC Chapter 245 Jibril's Rebellion
Chapter 245 Jibril's Rebellion
Chapter 245 Jibril's Rebellion
"So this is what a world without war looks like? The sky is so blue, the grass is so green, the clouds are even white, and the food is so delicious..."
Rick was utterly shocked by everything in the dream. Broly looked at the guy and suddenly felt that the other guy seemed to be having a worse life than himself.
Before Broly could offer any words of comfort, Rick rallied himself, wolfing down the food from his dream with one hand while shouting that he was determined to bring peace to the world.
This beautiful dream made Rick look forward to a peaceful world even more. Meanwhile, Jibril, after fighting with Broly's dream clone, noticed the way the people here ate, so she stopped fighting and flew over out of curiosity.
After tasting the food from the dream world, I instantly fell in love with these dream delicacies.
For the Skywing race, eating is practically an unnecessary activity.
Broly has also developed Jibril's sense of taste, first with mushroom stew, and now with dream food.
"What you said before was true, that if there's world peace, we can eat lots of delicious food?"
Jibril suddenly asked Rick.
"Of course!"
Rick wasn't sure either, but he was willing to think that way, so he gave an affirmative answer.
"So, is your plan to bring world peace still hiring?"
Jibril, her mouth greasy from gnawing on a chicken leg, asked again.
"What's wrong?"
"Then I'll join."
"Um?!"
Upon hearing this, Rick widened his eyes and looked the Skywing race member up and down before reminding him, "We are here to challenge the God of War, and the God of War is your Skywing race's god."
"So what? Lord Artesius has been bored to death all these years because there are no challengers."
Although you guys aren't very strong, you have the guts to challenge Him. Lord Artesius might actually be quite pleased.
As for me, it's not like I haven't used Heavenly Strike on Lord Altshu before. Although I was defeated and sent flying by Lord Altshu with a single finger, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he was very happy and praised me for doing well, saying that he looked forward to the day when I could grow to the point of defeating Him...”
Jibril casually uttered the words of betrayal, though in her understanding, even with herself included, they probably wouldn't be a match for Altshu.
Through Jibril's words and attitude, Rick also gained a deeper understanding of the God of War.
"Your gods, are you worried that if you get the Star Grail, you'll have even fewer challengers and get bored in endless ages, and that's why you're not taking it?"
Now that you mention it, it does seem like that's a possibility.
Jibril suddenly realized.
However, she didn't care why her war god didn't want to get the Star Cup; the food in front of her was more important right now.
Rick felt both angry and amused, but suddenly he seemed to understand the God of War's feelings.
If this world is a game of chess, then it's only natural that a god of war who is always playing a sure-win game would get bored.
If the war were to end like this, this boredom would surely accompany the other side for the rest of their lives, and that would be an even longer period of time.
The God of War may be waiting for an opponent, someone who can make Him willingly prove Himself the victor, and thus take up the Star Cup.
Thinking this, Rick suddenly found it somewhat amusing. As the weakest human being, someone who often lost to non-human beings in board games, he was suddenly able to empathize with the supreme, undefeated, strongest god.
But perhaps it was his intuition as a seasoned gamer who could imagine a being playing games with him, that made Rick suddenly quite certain of this strange idea of his.
"You can join us, but I have a question for you. If I asked you to return to the Skywing race's stronghold and launch the Skywing race's signature attack, 'Sky Strike,' near the outposts of the other two race alliances close to your stronghold, would you agree?"
Rick asked that question.
"You want me to take the initiative and start a war on behalf of the Skywing race?"
Jibril raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, but you have to make sure that no one is sacrificed in the process."
Rick nodded.
This task, originally intended to be left to the three parties on the front lines to handle independently, was fraught with uncertainty.
After Shubi connects with the Machine Gundam, and the Machine Gundam agrees to help him complete his plan, he prepares to hand it over to the Machine Gundam to perform a mimicking Sky Strike attack, thereby triggering a great war.
But now, things have changed again when Jibril, a Winged One, suddenly says she wants to join them.
Plans can never keep up with changes, and true strategists must adapt to changing circumstances. Rick is undoubtedly a strategist.
Compared to the possibility of failure in imitating the existence of the Sky Strike by the Machine Race, it would be much better if Jibril, a genuine Sky Wing Race, were willing to help him start a great war.
"It's easy to start a war. If we hadn't received Lord Altshu's orders beforehand, we would have attacked those lowly creatures, the forest elves and goblins, the moment they dared to approach Abant Heim."
But what kind of strange request is that you ask me to guarantee that no victims will appear?
"These are just the rules of the game, which I set."
Rick set six rules:
First, you must not kill anyone.
Second, no one should die.
Third, you must not be seen through by anyone.
Fourth, no method constitutes cheating.
Fifth, there is no need to pay attention to the rules of other races.
Sixth, violating any of the above rules results in a loss.
Of course, these six rules do not include Rick himself or other humans who carry out the Ghost Project.
Using deliberate contact with shady dealings to conceal one's identity is tantamount to asking someone to die.
If it weren't for Broly, everyone infected with the Black Ash would have died, unless they obtained the Star Cup and found a way to cure the Corrosive Disease caused by the Black Ash.
"The rules of the game?"
Jibril didn't quite understand.
"Since you can't prove your determination to join us in fighting the God of War, I can't explain the specifics to someone like you who might be an enemy. But in short, not killing anyone is a rule we must follow if we want to achieve victory."
Rick explained it this way.
"What kind of ridiculous rules are these?"
Jibril started complaining.
"But in short, all I need to do is strike the Sky Strike near the strongholds of the Forest Elves and Goblins, causing our Skywing race to launch an attack on them. Is that enough?"
"right."
"Okay, but there's still one problem."
"What's the problem?"
"I am now his collection, and I can only act with his permission."
Jibril pointed at Broly. Did she still remember herself in the outside world, in her harmless juvenile form?
If you want her to act as an informant and launch Skystrikes against the Forest Elves and Goblins, you should at least let her regain her power and return to Abant Heim, right?
"I have no objection; you can do whatever you want..."
Broly realized what he had just said and quickly added a sentence.
"Except for things like eliminating other women who are willing to be my wife in four days, and things like not wanting to be my wife in four days."
"Huh?!" Rick stared wide-eyed at Broly, pointed at Jibril, and asked, "Is this also your wife?"
"Is there a problem?"
Broly looked at him with some surprise.
"Do you Saiyans practice polygamy?"
Broly thought for a moment, then realized he had never asked his father about this before, so he honestly replied, "I don't know."
Hearing this, Rick sighed and asked, "So, you're free to set her free to do what I want her to do—instigate a major battle on the front lines?"
"I won't object as long as Jibril is willing to do it herself, but is there anything you need me to do?"
Broly asked the question.
"No, I don't need you to do anything. You just need to treat my sister well and take care of Chronie Dora and the human settlement she leads. That's enough."
Rick didn't care whether Saiyans had many wives or not. He grabbed Chloe's hand and, with the air of entrusting an orphan to someone, placed his sister's hand into the boy's.
"I will, as long as I'm still in this world."
Broly solemnly agreed, and Rick looked relieved.
Compared to Jibril, whom he couldn't trust yet, Riku believed that Broly, the Saiyan boy who saved Shubi, himself, and many others, was someone he could trust.
. . . .
Having left the dream world, with seven hours remaining before the great battle was to begin, Bro used his life energy to restore Jibril's strength. After Jibril left with her scheduled mission, Rick asked him to send Chronie Dora back to the human settlement.
Broly did as instructed, while Chlorine, upon returning to the settlement, left the boy there, citing the need to nurture their relationship.
Broly did not refuse and was led into Chronie's room, but nothing inappropriate for children happened there afterwards.
After giving the boy her lap pillow, Kloni talked to Broly about herself, Rick, and the human settlement.
For example, how did a settlement grow from a small settlement into a large settlement of two thousand people?
And what did she give, what did Rick give, and what did the others give?
To put it simply, it's about playing the victim in front of Broly; of course, the humans in this world are genuinely miserable.
"Use the other person's liking for you as leverage to try to make them like other humans as well."
This was the task Rick assigned to her before leaving, pulling her aside.
"I was using Hughie, but now I need you, Doraemon, to use Broly."
I know this is a despicable thing to do, but as the weak, we have no other choice.
Rick's fourth rule of the game is that any method used is not considered cheating as long as it is not exposed.
After playing the victim, Kloni prepared to win the boy's favor, hoping he would love everything about her because of her.
but……
"Hoo Zzzzz..."
As Broly listened to the arduous survival stories of humanity in this world, he unknowingly fell asleep on Chronie's lap.
Listening to stories is generally a good way to fall asleep, and since Broly hadn't slept in a long time, he relaxed and fell asleep easily.
Kloni was somewhat helpless. The other children in the settlement were doing the same thing. She didn't disturb the boy's sleep. She pulled a blanket over Broly and gently patted his chest to help him sleep more soundly.
. . . .
Meanwhile, Jibril bypassed the front lines of the two alliances and returned to Avant Heim. Upon meeting Altshu, she immediately betrayed Rick and informed the God of War about starting a major war.
After saying that, Jibril went on to talk about the delicious food she ate in her dream.
"That food was delicious! Lord Artesius, have you tried it?"
She asked.
"I am a god born in the midst of a great war; I have never seen the world before the war."
Artes shook his head.
He was not the initiator of the long war, but a deity born from the long war.
"That's a real shame."
Jibril chattered on, seemingly genuinely regretting that her god had never tasted the pre-war delicacies.
"Oh, by the way, that guy named Rick, when I came back, asked me to ask you on his behalf: are you willing to accept the challenge issued by this weakest of men?"
"The challenge of the weakest, huh? But it seems that the weakest one is quite arrogant, not even bothering to hide his presence from me."
"Come on, Lord Artes, I don't believe you didn't notice that the goblin and forest elf species came here because someone was behind it."
Jibril curled her lip in response. Her god not only had the concept of "strongest," but also the concept of "god of war."
The concept of "God of War" precedes the concept of "Strongest," which means that Altshu was originally a world-class strategist.
On the eve of the battle, the various races made unnatural movements, preparing to teach Azriel a lesson for sending troops close to Abant. However, Lord Altshu intervened and stopped them from leading the Skywing race army to sweep away the two alliances.
It seems that at that time, our own god was already fully aware of the conspiracy behind it all, but out of boredom, he simply allowed the weak humans behind it to carry out their schemes to their heart's content.
"I only knew that someone was manipulating the situation, but I didn't know that the manipulator would be a naturally evolved creature, not even a member of the gods."
Altshu did not deny it.
"So, Lord Artesius, are you happy about this now?"
Jibril asked curiously.
"I was surprised by the challenger's true identity, but it's too early to be happy. We'll have to see if he can give me a satisfactory answer next..."
"Is it another prophecy from the Dragon King? He was just a defeated opponent of yours, Lord Artesius. Is it really necessary to care so much?"
"The strong are defined by the weak, but what defines me, the strongest? I just want to know the answer to that question."
The pinnacle is a place of unbearable loneliness. From the moment of his birth, Altshu had always been at the pinnacle. He thought that fighting against the strongest predecessor, the Dragon King, would give him the answer, but the result disappointed him. Even after defeating the Dragon King, his heart remained empty.
"In that case, Lord Artesius, you wouldn't mind if I helped you get the answer, would you?"
"Jibril asked."
"What do you want to do?"
Artes looked at Jibril with curiosity.
"I will follow their instructions and launch Sky Strike against the other two alliance strongholds later."
Jibril was telling the truth.
Artesius: "..."
Knowing full well that it was someone else's scheme, she still helped Him, the Creator, step into it. Should we say that Jibril truly deserves to be called the imperfect final entity created by Him?
While other Skywings treated Him, their creator, with utmost respect, the young Jibril could jump on Him and play with His feathers.
"Do you need me to get Azriel and the others to cooperate with you?"
However, Artesius is not a normal god.
(End of this chapter)