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Interlude: The pope knows

Interlude: The pope knows

"Sir! Multiple armies have fallen to the hands of the demon king, but more importantly, way more soldiers are dying at the hands of the end times! We need help!" One of the messengers from the frontlines gives me a not-so-hopeful message, but aside from placing myself at risk, what good was I to them?

"Please return to your post. Nobody in the world can help us; right now, everyone's forces are facing the same calamity. It's not just us but the entire world." The messenger's face turns ashen as I reveal the inescapable truth of our world's fate.

The game of the gods basically consisted of a series of duels between worlds where only one of the two would be allowed to go past the first round. The odds of a world to succeed and survive all four matches are low. It's basically one in thirty-two chances of being made out alive.

The chances of your world making it through and surviving are basically sub 5% when you do the math, which is incredibly low, but we are at an even more significant disadvantage, which lowers our chances of survival even further down the scale. In other words, we are doomed and will most likely disappear in a couple of years.

As I understand it, the other worlds we will be fighting against will have access to their holy weapons granted to them by the gods of destruction themselves. The problem with ours is that we lack sacred weapons, and thus, the time will eventually come when even our strongest warriors will be so far behind the other world will be easily able to destroy us without issue.

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On our side, we have freaks of nature like Focalor, The demon king, and that holy child who seems to carry the highest level of potential, growing almost like they are the holders of a sacred weapon; such is the growth granted by holy weapons, yet they don't have any.

Focalor might be able to carry the entire world on their shoulders for a couple of rounds, but they will not be able to keep up with the rapid magical growth of the other world's heroes. As for me, I have no such magical prowess, and my only power, 'immortality,' will not suffice to win battles.

As for our freak of nature by the name of Julius, I doubt he will be willing to die along with this world. Since Julius does not belong to this world, he and his allies can leave it any time they desire and move along to other lands without restriction.

The same cannot be said for us when a world is destroyed in the game of gods. Everyone who originates from a certain world is bound to die alongside their world no matter how far they run or if they leave the planet entirely, making it impossible to seek refuge elsewhere.

We have already suffered an incredible number of casualties, and the waves of destruction are bound to get harder over time. While it is true that the waves do not hit the entire world every time, the number of casualties will still ramp up as more and more powerful enemies come and as the other world's heroes grow in strenght.

[Current number of casualties: 257,093]

What to do now, I wonder? Was it a mistake to kill off the witches and the Queen? Perhaps you might think what has been done is a mistake, but I think it's all better this way. Without a master race to lead the rest of humanity, it is reasonable to think the entire world's power will fall upon me as the next best option to lead a counter-offensive.