Chapter 304: Jibril in Her Infant Form? To Kill or to Spare?
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Boom—!
Before Jibril could even formulate a basic reaction, her throat was already caught in Kirukiru Amou's iron-clad grip.
Instantly, her beautiful, multicolored eyes widened, thoroughly flooded with a wave of sheer incredulity!
This... exactly what level of catastrophic power is this?!
Jibril concluded one fact with absolute certainty: the terrifying maiden standing directly before her was a powerhouse who sat comfortably above the threshold of the Pseudo-God tier!
One had to realize that Jibril herself was by no means a weakling; her raw combat capacity easily secured her a spot within the absolute T0 tier among the mortal species of Disboard. If mapped onto the Divine Domain ranking system, her power would stabilize somewhere around Level 95!
Yet, despite harboring such exceptional individual strength, she had been systematically subdued and captured alive in a single, effortless motion!
This reality spoke volumes about the sheer, predatory power Kirukiru Amou wielded.
Kirukiru Amou's fingers tightened on Jibril's neck, fully intending to directly crush the Flugel's throat and snuff out her life right then and there.
Right at that critical juncture, Seito's calm, resonant voice echoed cleanly beside her ear.
"Amou, leave this little girl to me."
"Oh?"
Kirukiru Amou paused, her grip loosening slightly as her lips curled into a sharp, wild grin. "Consider yourself incredibly lucky, bird brain!"
The exact moment those words fell, Jibril's silhouette completely dissolved from Kirukiru Amou's hand.
High above the atmosphere of Disboard, within the grand chamber of the Divine Roundtable.
Seito looked down at Jibril, who had just been forcefully teleported onto the table and systematically shrunk down into a tiny, toddler-sized doll, a faint smile spreading across his lips.
Just a moment ago, he had utilized his advanced spatial authority to cleanly shift Jibril's location across dimensions. Simultaneously, he had ruthlessly drained every single drop of spiritual ether and elemental energy residing within her body.
In her current state, Jibril had completely regressed into a Flugel infant.
This was a unique biological mechanism inherent to the Flugel race; whenever their spiritual energy reserves were thoroughly depleted or overdrawn past their baseline thresholds, their physical bodies would automatically regress into an infant state to conserve life-support functions.
Right now, the miniature Jibril was gripped by absolute, unadulterated panic.
Although she belonged to a specialized species explicitly engineered by a true deity and inherently possessed a baseline tolerance toward divine pressure, physically finding herself pinned down on a table surrounded by multiple transcendent entities left her core thoroughly trembling.
"You... you are... True Deities?!"
Jibril turned her wide, trembling eyes toward Tet, her gaze thoroughly laced with an unspoken, desperate plea for salvation. After all, the dense, reality-warping aura radiating from Seito's form was entirely too terrifying for her mind to process.
"Don't look at me like that," Tet replied, casually waving his hand with a detached, entirely carefree demeanor. "Your ultimate fate in this chamber isn't something I have the authority to dictate."
Tet was by no means foolish enough to actively initiate a direct conflict with Seito over a single mortal servant.
Leaving all external parameters aside, the mere presence of the reality-defying Space Equipment set Seito currently wielded was more than enough to completely smother any lingering thoughts of hostility within Tet's mind.
Let us analyze a baseline tactical scenario regarding a potential conflict between them.
Even if Tet were to launch an absolute, full-scale divine offensive against him, Seito wouldn't even need to engage in a war of attrition. He could simply utilize his supreme spatial parameters to instantly extract his forces, retreat into the cosmic void, and systematically abuse his Space set attributes to farm divine energy points at an exponential rate.
The moment Seito achieved a breakthrough into the absolute God-King realm, he would simply return to settle the ledger. Tet possessed far too much strategic wisdom to engage in such a disastrous gamble.
Hearing her own creator openly declare her irrelevance, the infant Jibril shivered violently.
Seito observed the tiny, trembling toddler on the table with a highly playful, deeply analytical look.
Jibril—the primary perpetrator who had ruthlessly slaughtered Schwi during the ancient era of the Great War!
Back in his past life, when Seito had consumed the original narrative, that specific development had left an incredibly bitter, suffocating sense of grievance in his chest. After all, Schwi was an exceptionally endearing existence, yet she had been systematically put down by a single, catastrophic strike from Jibril's hand. That single plot point had instantly inverted his perception of her character from fascination to cold disdain.
However... now that this grand Divine War had formally been initiated, the Ex-Machina would undoubtedly be systematically resurrected by Tet using the authority of the Suniaster. It was highly probable that Schwi herself would be among the revived entities.
Therefore, Seito didn't intend to outright execute Jibril. Keeping her around as a miniature, divine maid to serve their tea seemed like a far more entertaining alternative.
With those thoughts in mind, Seito turned his head to glance at Tet. "How about you hand this little creature over to me?"
"Suit yourself~" Tet replied with an entirely indifferent shrug.
Jibril: "..."
Listening to the casual exchange between the two supreme entities, her mind completely short-circuited. She simply couldn't comprehend how her world's One True God could sell her out with such absolute, lighthearted nonchalance!
In reality, Tet's detached behavior was perfectly logical. For the native deities of Disboard, aside from the high-tier Phantasma entities who could occasionally earn a shred of their respect, every other mortal race was deemed nothing more than transient ants on a board. If a deity happened to find you amusing, they might idly grant you a sentence or two of their time; if they lost interest, they wouldn't waste a single glance on your entire existence.
Compared to Seito, who had systematically ascended step-by-step from a human baseline and retained a core sense of empathy, a primordial, native deity like Tet was entirely devoid of human sentiment.
"Much obliged," Seito offered a courteous nod, before shifting his gaze back down to lock onto Jibril. "Tell me, do you feel as though your consciousness has completely omitted a highly critical piece of historical data?"
"???"
Jibril's tiny face twisted into a look of profound confusion.
Omitted a piece of data?
Now that he mentioned it, a strange, lingering sense of vacuum truly resided within her consciousness! Because she routinely consumed an astronomical volume of knowledge and strategic data on a daily basis, her subconscious mind had automatically compressed and sealed away a vast portion of her ancient memories regarding the Great War to prioritize processing efficiency.
Seeing her blank expression, Seito extended a single finger, lightly tapping the crown of her tiny head.
Jibril stiffened instantly. In the next microsecond, a colossal, raging torrent of sealed memories burst through her mental blocks, flooding her consciousness like a tidal wave.
An instant later, her entire being froze completely solid on the tabletop!
"This... this is... how can this be...?"
The young girl named Shiro, whom she had just observed leading the imperial forces into the Elkian palace, possessed a physical facial structure and demeanor that was an exact, flawless mirror image of the ancient Ex-Machina unit she had ruthlessly slaughtered eras ago!
Jibril's strategic mind fell into a state of absolute, chaotic bewilderment.
What exactly is the foundational truth behind this?!
Why would a deceased Ex-Machina entity magically manifest within a human framework, let alone return to life as a sovereign leader of an extra-dimensional empire?
Furthermore... if her analytical parameters served her correctly, from the exact moment the Snezhnaya Empire launched its systematic occupation of the human realm, every single military movement, tactical deployment, and sovereign command had been executed with Shiro sitting at the absolute apex of command!
Even Kirukiru Amou—the terrifying monster who had effortlessly subdued her in a microsecond—occupied a subordinate position beneath her.
Then Shiro herself...
The moment that realization crystallized, Jibril didn't dare to let her thoughts venture any deeper into the terrifying logical loop.
"It appears your memory parameters have successfully stabilized," Seito's lips curled into a slight, highly amused smirk.
In reality, Sora and Shiro shared no direct reincarnated soul connection to Riku and Schwi. Their physical similarities were merely an aesthetic coincidence of the multiverse. After all, Tet had explicitly clarified that the concept of traditional soul reincarnation did not exist within the baseline laws of Disboard.
When an entity perished on this planet, their fragmented essence and residual spiritual information would simply be pulled back into the conceptual framework of the Suniaster. This was because the Suniaster was not merely a God-King tier artifact infused with primordial creation energy; it was also the absolute, supreme terminal anchoring every piece of data on Disboard.
"From this moment onward, your primary operational parameter will be to ensure our teacups remain perfectly filled," Seito delivered his first absolute command.
"Understood..." Jibril replied in a tiny, incredibly meek whisper.
In the direct presence of a true deity, she didn't possess a single shred of her signature arrogance; she could only obediently bow her head and assume her role as a servant.
Turning his head back toward Tet, Seito inquired calmly, "In your estimation, which specific territory do you believe will be the very first to face our imperial offensive?"
"The Warbeasts, without a doubt," Tet replied with an air of complete certainty.
From an overarching tactical perspective, the Eastern Federation of the Warbeasts was geographically situated closest to the borders of Elkia. Therefore, logically
speaking, that sector was the most statistically probable front to experience the initial wave of imperial aggression.
"It appears your analytical parameters still fail to comprehend the foundational nature of our operational style," Sora broke his silence, letting out a soft, highly amused chuckle.
"Oh? What exactly am I omitting?" Tet paused, casting a highly curious glance toward Sora.
Sora's eyes crinkled into a sharp, knowing smile as he directed his gaze toward the tactical projection showing Kirukiru Amou's vanguard unit down below. "If we are discussing the absolute first front to be systematically dismantled... then that destination is undeniably the sovereign realm of the Flugel."
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