It was already big enough, but with the influx of new power, it is still getting bigger.

It was so big that it seemed to pierce through the darkness.

Looking at these lights, Demia said in ecstasy: "This is a miracle."

"It's not even a miracle." Kent nodded slightly and said, "This is a miracle. Aesop, it really is a miracle. He did the same thing as the goddess. If this isn't a miracle, what is it?"

Hearing this, the corners of Kelim's mouth couldn't stop twitching.

He really wanted to complain about something, after all, what these guys said was too blasphemous.

But the phenomenon caused by Aesop at this time was indeed like a miracle, and he really didn't know how to complain.

At this moment, Aesop opened his eyes and said, "It's hit."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at him in surprise.

"What did you hit?"

"I've reached the heavens." Aesop murmured, "I can already feel it. The gate to heaven has been opened by me."

It actually succeeded?

Before everyone could say anything, they saw Aesop's body begin to float up little by little, as if there was a force pulling him.

"Fuck, you actually succeeded?!"

Aesop, who was floating up, nodded: "Yes, in your hearts... oh no, the light beneath you has become my strength, filling that last bit of distance, even..."

"even?"

"It's more than just completed. I should say it's far exceeded." Aesop raised his head and looked at the unknown night sky, his eyes full of confidence. "I can feel that I not only pierced it, but also penetrated it. So now, I'm going up."

Everyone didn't know what to say.

Should they be excited after witnessing the birth of a new god?

They should be excited, after all, the birth of these gods is closely related to them.

They can even proudly say that "Patrick"'s path to becoming a god was the result of their hard work... ahem, bit by bit.

So they can also be considered as messengers of God.

But why does it feel so strange?

Aesop flew slowly into the air. They didn't know what to say at this moment, so they could only say dryly, "I wish you success."

When Aesop's figure was about to disappear from their sight, they suddenly reacted.

"What the hell! Why are you going up there alone?!"

"Take me with you, asshole!"

"We all agreed to go together? You're a dog, right?"

The cursing voices surged into the night sky along with the light, but they didn't know whether Aesop could hear it.

Finally, Stank mustered up all his strength and shouted into the night sky where no one could be seen.

"You bastard! You must come back!"

"We agreed on that!"

"Let's go on an adventure to the heavens together!"

"We'll be waiting for you right here!"

"You must come back!"

……

At the gate of heaven, the goddess woke up from her deep sleep and slowly opened her eyes.

She was a little surprised. After all, according to the original plan, she shouldn't wake up at this time. She should have slept for a few more decades or even hundreds of years.

But she woke up.

Because she felt that the door to heaven had been opened.

Someone was walking towards her.

After a brief moment of surprise, the goddess' expression returned to normal.

It seems that a new "God" has been born.

After she became a god, she anticipated that this day would come and that she would not always be the only god in the world.

But this day came too quickly.

She tried hard to search through her memories before she fell asleep, wanting to see which one had become a god.

The most promising one should be the arcanist from Abel.

Before she fell asleep, the arcanist was only fifty years old. A fifty-year-old arcanist could definitely be described as a genius.

But could it really be him?

The goddess who had just woken up didn't want to think too much. She thought about it for a while and then gave up.

Anyway, we'll see you soon.

She waited a moment.

Not long after, the new god appeared before her.

She looked at the other person's face, which seemed too young, and couldn't help but feel surprised again.

She really wants to ask who you are.

But as a God who is supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent, it is very rude to ask such a question.

So she just said softly: "You are here."

Aesop nodded: "I'm coming."

The goddess also nodded, and did not say anything like "You shouldn't have come".

This heaven is hers, but it is not just hers. There is no saying that no one should come here.

Now, this heaven belongs to him and the other party.

The only question is... whether the other party is willing to share the heaven with me.

The goddess narrowed her eyes slightly: "Do you want to fight?"

Before this, there had never been two gods in the world.

Whether the gods can coexist, no one knows.

Does the rise of new gods mean the fall of old gods?

The goddess herself didn't know, so she wanted to see what the other person was thinking.

Sure enough, the other party nodded slowly.

really……

The goddess sighed softly.

We still have to fight.

But soon, her expression returned to calm, even... indifferent: "If you want to fight, draw your sword."

Aesop nodded, and then there was a "click".

Unbuckled his belt.

When seeing this scene, a trace of confusion flashed across the goddess' beautiful yet indifferent eyes.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

"Hey, hey, hey, what sword are you showing?!"

"What on earth are you doing here?!"

Aesop ignored it and just swung his sword as he had done thousands of times before.

A went up.

(End of the book)

Closing remarks and storytelling

A rather serious closing remark, even though this is not a very serious book.

First, I'd like to say thank you to everyone for reading this far. Honestly, I was quite nervous when I posted the last chapter, thinking I'd be criticized. After all, the ending of this book seemed so rushed, even a poor one. But no one blamed me, and instead happily gave me congratulations for finishing it. I was truly surprised and moved.

As expected, no matter where they are, the SeSe people are the most united and friendly. As long as everyone desires SeSe, how can the world not be peaceful?!

Then I still have to say sorry to everyone because of this ending. According to the original plan, this book should have been towards two million words. There are still many things I want to write, but I didn’t have the chance to write them.

You all know the reason. Originally, I wanted to tell you all about everything that happened this year, but now I think it would be too much to tell you, and it would seem like I can't let it go, so I'll just forget it.

To summarize briefly, I broke up with my girlfriend of two years, who I was about to marry. There were many reasons for the breakup, but the one that really broke me was this: I was focusing most of my energy on this book, hoping to earn more money to get married. And because I didn't want her to be lonely, I used my royalties to buy her a high-end computer so she could play games on her own.

Then, because I didn't spend enough time with her, she broke up with me and chose to be with a guy who played games with her.

Hmm… well, I learned the news around the end of September or October, which was around the time when the book updates were erratic. I was really devastated then. I wouldn't even say I was devastated; I was actually a bit depressed. It was my first love, after all, so I was naive. At first, I thought the breakup was just a personality incompatibility, so I let it go. Who knew there was more to it?

I don't know how I got through that period. I was woken up by nightmares in the middle of sleep. I was a little neurotic. It took me a long time to come around (during that time I was crazy reading all kinds of pure love novels, such as The Lost Kancolle 233).

But after I adjusted, I could no longer find the feeling of writing this book. No matter how I wrote it, it felt like torture and it didn't have that flavor.

It is also because this book is really difficult to write. Every day I think about how to make it come alive, and every day I think about how to write something new that will make people's eyes light up (or darken their eyes).

It's a bit darkly humorous that I don't know how many nights I had a breakdown and called someone to cry to, and while I was crying, they advised me to go to bed quickly so that I wouldn't have to think about it.

Then I wiped my tears and said, "I can't sleep, I still have two chapters to write today", and then adjusted my broken mood to think about the happy plot... Damn, the core of the comedy is tragedy.

Looking back now, I was such a coward back then, crying like a sissy and annoying everyone.