This world is a cycle.
From the beginning of the world to its destruction, the cycle repeats itself.
Each time time comes to an end and begins a cycle, it happens approximately once every ten thousand years.
Ragnarok marks the end of this millennia-long cycle.
Afterwards, the cycle of reincarnation will begin anew, and I will once again split myself to establish the rules.
The goddess of nature will once again flee the world's pursuit, and calamity will ensue.
As for you, Viktor, you will stay with me in this 'Primordial Space'.
[Until humans appeared, and one of them gave birth to a child named 'Victor'.]
This timeframe is approximately nine thousand years.
The first era in which humankind possessed civilization and names began with the appearance of gods a thousand years ago.
The appearance of deities brought civilization, fostered national consciousness, and ushered in the era of naming.
It was the advent of the naming era that led to the first explosive growth in population.
But all of this is contingent on Ragnarok succeeding.
I can sense that you still have some cards up your sleeve.
Chaos watched as Viktor remained calm, hands in his pockets, exuding his usual confidence.
Despite being in a seemingly irreversible predicament, he still appeared to be handling it with ease.
Even when they heard the news that they might have to wait nine thousand years, they did not show any surprise.
But I still can't understand it, Viktor.
Ragnarok is the inevitable final chapter of this world. Your rebellion against Ragnarok is no longer merely a rebellion against the rules.
Rather, it is challenging the very foundation of the world, attempting to end this millennia-long cycle.
What makes you think that you, the victor, can defeat the entire world?
Chaos was filled with doubt, and the darkness within him seemed to be fluctuating wildly due to his excited emotions, as if it might erupt at any moment.
He simply couldn't figure out what other tricks Viktor was hiding.
Why is he so confident that this trump card can break the shackles of Ragnarok and shatter this long cycle of ten thousand years?
Unfortunately, Victor has no intention of revealing all of this.
He merely snorted coldly, and said with a contemptuous smile:
"If I told you, could it still be called a trump card?"
[...]
Chaos remained silent for a long time before resuming his conversation with Viktor, the chat box appearing before Viktor's eyes word by word.
Aren't you afraid?
If you fail, you may have to wait nine thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years.
Because it's possible that nine thousand years from now, during the first era of human naming, there won't be a single person named Victor.
In that case, Viktor might have to wait even longer.
Moreover, even if you succeed, no one can guarantee that you will be reborn.
Do you think a survivor of Ragnarok would name their child after a demon who once tried to destroy the world?
And this is only the most conservative estimate; in other words...
Once Ragnarok is broken, it means you have defeated this world, and the current millennia-old rules will likely no longer apply to the future.
Even I have never seen the new world after Ragnarok; it is very likely a completely new timeline that no longer follows the cycle of reincarnation.
Perhaps the constraint that names cannot be repeated will be broken, and perhaps the next child named Victor will not be you.
Even if everything succeeds, what about your memories? Are you really willing to give them up?
But the more he talked, the less he seemed to be able to shake Viktor's resolve.
Instead, Viktor seemed to laugh even more resolutely.
Are you trying to persuade me to back down, or are you just outlining the possible consequences to instill fear in me?
“If it’s the former, then forget it. Victor is gone now, and Vega will handle all the follow-up plans for me.”
"How it acts and what decisions it makes are none of my business, and I have no power to stop it from doing anything."
"But if you're just trying to panic me? Sorry, it won't work."
At this point, Viktor's lips curled into a strange smile.
His smile appeared sinister and dangerous in the long darkness, even sending a chill down Chaos's spine.
Just as he himself became Viktor's target.
"Just like you said, if I succeed, I have something to gamble on. I can gamble on whether I will leave here or be born to someone else."
"Even if I fail, so what? I'll just wait for a few thousand more years to reincarnate and go back to be 'Victor' again."
"Besides, if I were the only one here, I might have almost collapsed from waiting for nearly ten thousand years."
"But now, aren't you here too?"
At least he still has a chance to get out, but Chaos can only stay here even if he reincarnates.
With someone worse off than him as a comparison, what is there for him to be anxious about?
As soon as Victor finished speaking, his gaze swept over Chaos from head to toe, clearly showing that he did not take the creator god seriously at all.
"You said it yourself, you can't beat me. At worst, I'll just ask you to spar when I'm bored."
"You wouldn't want to see this place ruined by the two of us, would you?"
"So, what do I have to be anxious about?"
[...]
At this moment, Chaos felt an absurd emotion rising within him for the first time, and the darkness within him seemed to have fallen silent for a long time as a result.
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