After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 198 - 66: God

Chapter 198: Chapter 66: God

It was an incredibly ordinary evening... What reflected in front of Yila was an incredibly ordinary high-rise building, just like the ones he could see every day, and the sky full of floating cities that shone like scattered stars.

It was nighttime, but more so, it was daytime; the Federarchy had long abolished the distinction between day and night. This was a kingdom of eternal night.

The densely packed high-rise buildings stood layer upon layer, as uniform as coffins of a civilized arrangement, yet they were so peaceful and constant... The countless neon lights flashed, reflecting a myriad of colors.

From time to time, interstellar ships streaked the sky with light, heading towards the Moon Base or other planets. The AI respectfully stood by the street to serve intelligent life forms, and various alien intelligent life forms, with peculiar appearances, could be seen conversing and walking.

The city was decorated with lights and filled with fireworks.

"..."

However, this was the least ordinary night. The "ordinary" that belonged to Yila now was staying in his medieval-style stone room, reading a book, eating snacks, and talking with Satan Ye.

This was his current ordinary life, and the sight before him, which he should have been familiar with, he knew very well... These were merely the past he had sworn to recreate, the ephemeral bubbles in his dreams.

Yila gently folded his wings and lightly landed on a high-rise building, resting his hand on the railing as he gazed down at what should have been familiar to him... *What a nostalgic sight*.

"Hello, do you need any help?"

"..."

Yila turned to look at the person smiling at him, dressed like a businesswoman. He glanced at the chip on her neck and shook his head, saying, "I’m just sightseeing alone, you can go."

The AI, just a "Puppet," not a "Dark Doom," if it were Dark Doom, even if everything here were an illusion, *I wouldn’t know how to face the culprit who destroyed the Federarchy*.

Under Yila’s gaze, the AI controlled by the "Final AI Judgement Mechanism·Good and Evil Collaborative Automaton" nodded and took the elevator downstairs... Most of the AI in the Federarchy were controlled by the "Puppet."

The "Puppet" was an AI that helped make human life more convenient.

The "Dark Doom" (Secret Extinction·Dark Doom) was the "Final AI Judgement Mechanism·Specialized Weapon for Race Determination," an AI that determined the necessity of the existence of individuals or entire races at any moment and wiped them out as needed.

At the end of the Federarchy, due to some bug or other reason, Dark Doom deemed all humanity... no, all life forms as targets for extinction.

Yila was the universe’s sole survivor... the orphan of the world.

...

"Miss it?"

An enchanting female voice came from behind.

"..."

Yila remained silent. He turned to look at the woman behind him—an extraordinarily stunning woman, appearing around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with long, lush black hair, a slim and slender figure, dressed in a retro-style fitted t-shirt and short skirt.

She wore high heels and mismatched stockings, one reaching to her thighs, the other just over her knee, with a high nose bridge and full, seductive lips, exuding an aura of temptation.

But upon seeing her dragon-like slitted pupils and what was contained within her eyes, all thoughts would instantly vanish.

"Somewhat... but it’s actually unnecessary."

Yila said this, and then he watched as the woman clapped her hands, causing the surrounding scenery to melt away rapidly like snow under the sun, reverting the environment to pristine white.

Just like the first time he had encountered the World Tree.

"Long time no see, Yila."

Looking at the woman who had somehow conjured a table and sat in a chair, Yila glanced at the seat reserved for him and sat across from her, replying, "Long time no see... God."

The woman, addressed as God, did not display any special emotions. She gently clapped her hands, causing two glasses of ice-cold soda, bubbling with carbonation, to appear out of thin air on the table.

The black color was nostalgic.

But Yila had no intention of drinking it. He looked at the woman who had claimed to be "God" since their first meeting and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

In response to Yila’s question, the woman blinked, took a sip of cola, and said, "Didn’t I tell you last time? I am your cheat code, your Golden Finger, but you seem unable to accept that explanation... So I am God."

Yes, Yila decisively ignored the nonsense drawn from his memory, about Golden Fingers and cheats. He completely disregarded it.

"My original consideration was that you might be the World God·Igdrasil described in the records, but then I found out that the Elf appearance matched... Later, I thought you might be the Five-Colored Dragon God Tiamat, but your words and personality didn’t fit."

Of course, the more important reason was that you didn’t have wings, so it was more likely you were a snake rather than a dragon...

Saying this, Yila thought. He looked at the woman who didn’t seem angry at all and said, "So I thought, you might be a nonexistent god in this world or perhaps a newly born Nidhogg, but it didn’t seem right either..."

Although he was speculating casually, the woman showed no anger; instead, she nodded with interest and sighed, "You’ve worked hard researching my identity, Yila... You must have gathered a lot of information, right?"

Indeed, a lot, but is it appropriate to say this now?

Under Yila’s gaze, the woman refilled her glass with cola with a mere glance. She already knew something and said, "So, Yila, you saw that stone tablet, right? The one that said ’the gods are dead’, and ’chaos will come’?"

"..."

Yila’s silence clearly acknowledged this.

The woman, too, nonchalantly nodded and admitted, "Yes, those wretched gods were talking about me, but calling me Chaos is really too much... Since I’m the real god."

Like complaining about being called short, the woman spoke in a neighborly tone, while saying words that would shock the whole world.

"I thought Chaos was a force... Can you alone kill all the gods?"

In Yila’s astonished tone, the woman waved her hand and said, "I am the embodiment of the concept of ’God,’ strictly speaking. Those false gods were operating under my jurisdiction, but don’t worry, Yila. This doesn’t affect the fact that I am your Golden Finger."

"..."

"..."

Suppressing his internal shock, Yila, for the first time, raised his glass and took a sip of the cola, feeling the familiar burst of carbonation. He calmly asked, "So, are you going to destroy the world?"

At this, the woman rolled her eyes...

"Huh? Why would I destroy the world? But..."

She said this with a chuckle, revealing a genuinely happy and pure smile as she added, "I’m really quite bored, so I thought I’d make the world a bit more interesting!"

"..."

Yila: Great! She’s one of those fun-seekers (gods) who can’t be reasoned with!