“?sir naudiz ?”
“Hagalaz L Ingwaz”
"..."
"Veneza, are you reading what's written on that stone tablet? What does it mean?"
The curious human woman asked, looking at Vereesa Ilúvatar with a serious expression and a thirst for knowledge, "Is what's written on that stone tablet related to the disappearance of the gods?"
"..."
Vereesa looked at her companion beside her, and after a moment of silence, she translated the contents of the stone tablet in front of Ira in the distance into Common Tongue. The first sentence was the same as Ira's translation: "The gods are dead."
What Iraq said... is correct?!
Upon realizing this, the human woman instantly looked up at the sky. She stared at the empty sky before lowering her head and saying, "But what is recorded on the stone tablet may not be true."
Vereesa Ilúvatar nodded at the human woman's words, indicating that she could not be sure of the authenticity of the inscription on the stone tablet. She continued translating with a puzzled look: "The power of twisted chaos lies dormant and then reveals itself and then lies dormant again; that is the only god."
“If we gods seek to live, we will serve no purpose other than as food. Chaos, which is of the origin of gods, is an enemy that we cannot defeat. Therefore, we seek death! From now on, there will be no more gods.”
"This is our final revelation, and believers should spread it far and wide: the shackles are not indestructible. Ten thousand years from now, the end of all things will come. Thousands of tribes must join hands. After that, there will be no more disputes among the spirits of the world. If there is killing, it will be based on something that is of the same origin as chaos, and it will be a killing in the name of inheritance."
"Only in this way can it be avoided..."
Vereesa Ilúvatar's expression was not pleasant, after all, what she had translated was not a friendly topic. She watched as Vera waved and left in the distance.
She watched as Ira made the decision to sell the chest of gold for coins. She glanced at the last small section of text on the stone tablet, then at her companion who stared in disbelief at her translation, before finally speaking—
"The End of Yggdrasil".
"What?!" The human woman looked extremely surprised, but then asked in confusion, "Um... what is Yggdrasil?"
"..."
Vereesa was speechless. She sighed and said, "How did you people from the Yairmenio Theiatos family develop your personalities? Why are you always so eccentric?"
"I'd rather call it 'comedic talent,' okay?"
The human woman, whose surname seemed quite long, spoke with a grin, but she still asked curiously, "So, what is this 'Yogdrasil' you mentioned? Which god or something else?"
Which god? No, it's not that simple...
“If you were to translate it directly, you could understand it as the World Tree, but I didn’t translate it directly as the World Tree because in the ancient script, Yggdrasil also refers to the whole world.”
As Vereesa explained, the human woman seemed to realize something. She nodded as if she understood, but then she couldn't hold back any longer and shouted frantically, "Isn't that the end of the world?"
"If the stone tablet is true, then this is it... the destruction ten thousand years after the Age of Gods?"
That means it won't be long, will it?
Vereesa pondered as she said this, but she shook her head indifferently and said, "It's nice to hear about things related to the Age of Gods, but I have no interest in getting involved."
The human woman nodded in agreement with Vereesa's words, saying helplessly, "That's true. Even if what's said on the stone tablet is true, we have no interest in saving the world... I'm sorry, gods."
The key to saving the world lies in the Chaos God, the power originating from Chaos, and the unity of all races, but no one has given up on the idea of saving the world.
Regardless of the authenticity of the inscription on the stone slab, even if it could be guaranteed to be 100% true, they wouldn't go to great lengths to inform the "Outsiders" about it.
On the one hand, it's very troublesome; on the other hand... the destruction of the world seems quite interesting.
So, although it seems that the gods simultaneously sacrificed themselves to bind the Chaos God, arranged for many people to send messages to the Prime Material Plane, and placed their hopes for the future on various races, the two of them can only say "sorry" now.
Although we feel bad for the gods' good intentions, we really don't want to do anything about it.
"Following Ira, I've definitely encountered many interesting things!"
Vereesa Ilúvatar said this with a reminiscing expression, sighing, "That distant Age of Gods, that Age of Gods that ended so soon after our birth, perhaps still holds many secrets."
"Hey, don't drag me into this. I was born after the Age of Gods ended, okay?" the human woman complained, looking at her with disdain. She said, "Besides, your rank is entirely based on bloodline, while I truly earned it through my knowledge."
"Knowledge creates...what?"
"papermaking."
"That's called mastery!"
"Huh? Ah, they're all the same, they're all the same."
Vereesa Ilúvatar, though aware that the knowledge the human woman was referring to was not the same as knowledge in the conventional sense, couldn't help but remark, "Someone who can even mispronounce 'scholarship' has serious doubts about her papermaking skills."
"..."
"..."
Then, both of them fell silent. Vereesa Ilúvatar spoke first, saying, "Let's go. When we leave, don't look in Ira's direction, or Ira will be alert."
"I don't care."
“I care. I like to watch good plays without any interference, rather than plays that have to interact with the audience from time to time. If the dragon that the protagonist encounters is killed by the gold coins of the audience, I will only feel insulted.”
As Vereesa said this, she grabbed her companion's arm, and a portal that distorted the air appeared before them. She said, "Everything will eventually find its proper ending, whether what's written on that stone tablet is true or false."
"If the end of Yggdrasil, the twilight of the World Tree, is to come, then let it come... even if the venomous dragons gnaw through the roots of the World Tree, even if the fiery infernal kingdoms build ships connecting heaven and earth, even if the wolves chasing the sun and moon devour the light."
"It's still the same..."
"I will watch the arrival of the hero and offer him the thunderous cheers and applause worthy of a 'savior hero,' but I am no longer willing to make any effort for him."
This is the happiness of the immortal race, and also the happiness of the immortal race...
sorrow.
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