Capítulo 157: Miserable · Artosh
When Eriri reopened the livestream, half an hour had already passed.
Jibril was still in her loli form, but her previously disheveled appearance had completely disappeared. All her lost strength had returned, and the loose clothes from earlier now fit snugly on her small body again.
Her face still carried a faint blush, making her look like a completely harmless and delicate little girl. The small wings at her waist and the halo above her head made her even more adorable.
During that half-hour, Eriri used her nimble fingers to help Schwi fully understand the structure of certain organs on Jibril's body. As a result, Jibril had lost quite a bit of moisture.
Thanks to this, Schwi easily modified her own body, equipping herself with all the organs a normal female should have. However, their design was identical to a certain someone's, down to the last detail.
After Schwi completed her body modifications, Eriri had her simulate Schwi's personality from the original story.
Although Schwi had numerous simulated personalities installed in her, she couldn't express human emotions. So even though her tone was now soft and gentle, her eyes still showed no trace of emotional fluctuation.
"Little Jibril, let's head to Avant Heim now." Eriri picked up Jibril again and said this bluntly.
Since she was already in the No Game No Life world, Eriri decided to go beat up the God of War Artosh and put an end to the great war. As for the Star Grail, it was optional to her.
Though obtaining the Star Grail would grant her the position of the One True God and control over the No Game No Life universe, reaching the peak of Tier 8, it only held power in this universe. If she took it to another world, the Star Grail's authority would be greatly weakened, and it might even become completely useless.
Therefore, to Eriri, the Star Grail was nothing more than a redundant object.
"Yes, Master!" Jibril wriggled slightly in Eriri's grasp, and pink heart-shaped symbols seemed to float in her eyes as she gazed at Eriri.
Although she had been worried about Eriri clashing with the Flügel, she now had no intention of stopping her.
[Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2/Group Leader): What happened during this half hour? Why has Little Jibril changed so much…]
[Chika Fujiwara (Level 3, Stage 5): She's absolutely adorable now.]
[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 5): Little Jibril is a masochist at heart, so this is perfectly normal.]
[Jibril (Level 3, Stage 9): Ah… Master is the best!]
[Rias Gremory (Level 2, Stage 8): …]
[Ruri Gokou (Level 2, Stage 9): Ababababa…]
[Kaguya Shinomiya (Level 1, Stage 3): Quietly eating popcorn.jpg]
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Eriri brought Jibril and Schwi and teleported directly to Avant Heim.
Sensing the presence of Jibril and Schwi, several Flügel girls flew toward them to greet them.
Leading them was a Flügel girl with long emerald green hair and a single horn growing from the left side of her head, curving downward.
Her eyes were heterochromatic, one blue and the other gold, and the pattern of her halo was far more intricate than Jibril's, composed of multiple magic circles.
She, too, had a delicate face and a sensuous body, with attire equally provocative. The other Flügel girls behind her were similarly dressed.
There was no doubt—the God of War had a thing for aesthetics.
This girl was Azril, the first Flügel created by Artosh, and she acted as the full representative of Avant Heim, housing its power within her.
At first, Azril had a bright smile on her face, but when she saw Jibril's loli form and her position, although her smile didn't falter, her eyes instantly grew cold.
She hadn't sensed Eriri's presence at all earlier, and when she sensed Schwi's aura, she had merely assumed it was a trophy Jibril had brought back for research.
But now, standing before her was her beloved sister, transformed into a little girl, and obediently being held by a seemingly ordinary human. To her, Eriri appeared to be a human with no spirit power whatsoever.
However, Azril was feeling a bit unsettled. She knew Jibril's personality very well—she wouldn't allow herself to be so easily controlled, even if she lost her powers. More importantly, Jibril's aura wasn't weak at all; it was stronger than ever.
This didn't align with the nature of their species at all.
"Welcome back, Little Jibril, meow," Azril greeted Jibril with a smile.
Then she turned her gaze to Eriri, and her smile disappeared.
"What business do you have here, human, bringing a piece of scrap metal, meow?"
Had it not been for Jibril's odd behavior, Azril, known for her unmatched combat prowess and cold resolve, might have killed Eriri on the spot without hesitation.
"Azril-senpai, don't be rude to my Master." Before Eriri could speak, a sweet loli voice came from Jibril's small mouth, instantly melting Azril's heart.
"Nyah, no matter how you look at it, you're just so cute, meow! It's been so long since I've seen Little Jibril like this, meow."
Completely ignoring Eriri's presence, Azril appeared at Eriri's side in an instant, circling around Jibril.
The Flügel girls behind her also started commenting on Jibril.
"Little Jibril is so small and cute."
"Her power hasn't disappeared. Why did she shrink? But she's still adorable."
"…"
After circling Jibril a few times, Azril's expression changed once more.
"Well then… would you mind explaining why Little Jibril is calling you Master, meow?" Azril's eyes were now filled with intense killing intent.
"Because Little Jibril is my property now, of course she has to call me Master," Eriri replied nonchalantly, pulling Jibril into her arms and stroking her tiny wings, causing Jibril to melt into Eriri's embrace.
Seeing this, Azril clenched her teeth, barely suppressing the urge to smash a full-power Heavenly Strike right onto Eriri's smiling face.
Azril adored Jibril and loved nothing more than holding her. Her doting was so extreme that even Jibril had grown tired of it.
Now, Eriri was hugging Jibril right in front of her, playing with her as she pleased, all while showing a lecherous smile. It was like dancing on Azril's landmines.
"Let go of Little Jibril right now, meow, or I won't be polite, meow." Despite her warning, Azril held back from attacking Eriri out of concern for Jibril.
"Won't be polite? In that case, I won't be polite to you first then."
With a wave of her hand, Eriri spread her cosmic energy, enveloping the entirety of Avant Heim, controlling all the Flügel, and even the mighty God of War Artosh, who sat atop his throne, watching the scene unfold.
The moment Eriri and the others arrived at Avant Heim, Artosh became aware of it. However, even though he was the strongest God of War, he, like the Flügel, couldn't gauge Eriri's power.
Yet, his pride as a Old Deus made him reluctant to investigate Eriri personally, so he merely kept an eye on her and Azril from his seat, playing the role of a passive observer.
But now, his divine mind was utterly stunned. With just a wave of Eriri's hand, the mighty God of War lost control of his body. His massive, muscular frame slumped on the throne, and even his divine essence ceased to respond.
Where was his supreme concept?
Soon, a powerful force yanked Artosh from his throne, dragging him roughly toward the Flügel's residence.
Moments later, he found himself face-to-face with the human girl holding Jibril, the machine species girl standing beside her, and a large group of Flügel lolis sitting on the ground, confused and helpless.
Smack!
The once mighty creator of the Flügel, the invincible God of War Artosh, crashed down beside the Flügel lolis like an Iron-Blooded Orphan. His bulky left arm stretched out in front of him, his massive three-meter-tall frame now pitiful, and the eighteen pure white wings on his back had dulled.
"Lord Artosh, what are you doing, meow? Lord Artosh?"
The group of lolis, led by Azril, quickly gathered around Artosh, panic written all over their faces. If not for seeing the occasional blink of his eyes, they would have thought their invincible creator had died.
Upon confirming that Artosh wasn't in any real danger, Azril rushed over to Eriri, clinging to her leg and tugging at her clothing with her small hands. Her childish face contorted in a grimace as she looked up at Eriri.
"What did you do to Lord Artosh, meow?" Despite being turned into a loli herself and stripped of her power, Azril managed to look both fierce and adorable at the same time.
"Weren't you the one who threatened to be impolite to me? So, to avoid that, I was impolite to you first."
Eriri hugged Azril tightly, pulling her close to Jibril.
"Azril-chan is pretty cute too, no worse than Little Jibril."
"Master, Azril-senpai isn't as cute as me."
Jibril didn't show the slightest concern for Artosh or the other Flügel. Instead, Eriri's words had sparked a competitive feeling in her toward Azril.
"Little Jibril, now isn't the time for this, meow. Lord Artosh's condition is very bad, meow." Azril squirmed in Eriri's arms, but as expected, it had no effect.
"Don't worry, Azril-chan, I won't do anything to Artosh." Eriri nuzzled Azril's cheek and replied with complete indifference, as if Artosh were nothing more than a toy in her hands.
But Azril didn't argue. She knew this was the truth now.
She realized that their invincible creator was no longer invincible. In the hands of this terrifying girl, both the God of War and they, the Flügel, were utterly insignificant.
Eriri snapped her fingers, and immediately Artosh regained control of his body. However, due to an invisible force pinning him down, his chest and stomach remained glued to the ground, leaving him with no choice but to crawl pathetically.
"Who are you? Why have I never sensed your presence…"
Before Artosh could finish his flat, emotionless question, he was interrupted by a loud slap.
Smack!
With just a glance from Eriri, a transparent hand formed above Artosh's head, slapping him right on the forehead with a crisp sound.
"Speak properly."
For a moment, all of Avant Heim fell silent. The young Flügel girls, seeing their once-omnipotent creator get slapped, felt a sense of emotional collapse—an implosion of their lifelong faith.
"What are you? Why couldn't I sense your presence at all from beginning to end? Are you here to challenge me for the Star Grail?"
"Have you heard of other worlds? Also, you're way too weak to sense my presence. The Star Grail's not even important. I just came to beat you up for fun."
"Hahaha, no problem at all. The strong can rule over everything. But sneak attacks aren't what a true strong person would do. If you're a real warrior from another world, why don't you face me in a proper battle?"
Artosh laughed arrogantly, even though he currently had no power, as weak as a mere human. But as a God of War, he would never admit defeat so easily.
Moreover, he hadn't even had the chance to use his divine essence before being ambushed. That left him unwilling to accept this outcome.
What makes the strongest? Being the strongest means being undefeated!
God of War Artosh firmly believed he was the strongest.
"Do you really want to be beaten up that badly? I think you have masochistic tendencies too! But if that's your thing, you should go play with the other big beefy Old Deus."
Eriri looked at Artosh with complete disdain.
"Hey, show Lord Artosh some respect, meow!" Azril was immediately displeased by Eriri's tone. She pounded her little fists against Eriri's chest a few times.
Unlike Azril, Jibril stared at Eriri with a flushed face, showing no desire to defend her creator.
"Ah… Master is amazing!"
"Little Jibril! Snap out of it! Don't let her seduce you, meow!" Azril frantically shook Jibril by the shoulders.
"Why are you shouting so loudly?" Jibril covered her ears and glared at Azril.
The commotion between Azril and Jibril didn't distract Artosh from his burning desire for battle.
"What? Are you afraid?"
"Oh? So, you're really trying to provoke me, huh? Using reverse psychology?"
"You must be joking! I'm beyond brave! I am the God of War! I am the strongest! I've been undefeated for thousands of years! Why would I fear a battle today?!"
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