Player's Journey In Anime World

The fox maiden gracefully knelt, her movements elegant and poised. Though she wore a revealing shrine maiden outfit that exposed half her thigh, underarms, shoulders, and part of her chest, she carried it with a noble aura reminiscent of a royal princess in ceremonial attire. Ryou stroked his smooth chin, then slowly spoke.

"I must admit, your proposal is very tempting..." A faint, triumphant smile flickered across the fox maiden's lowered face.

"...But I refuse."

The fox maiden looked up in shock, her expression screaming two large words: Why not?

Ryou shrugged.

"I'm not into girls with animal ears. Sorry."

With that, he raised his hand and, without mercy, struck down.

Smack!

The fox maiden was turned into a splattered paste.

"You're quite ruthless. She was offering herself to you without reservation, you know."

A voice, proud with a hint of mockery, echoed in the cave, accompanied by the crisp clinking of golden artifacts. Gilgamesh stepped into the cavern with measured grace. Ryou turned his head and looked at her with a peculiar gaze, blurting out suddenly, "Are you worried about me?"

"Ahem, ahem!"

Gilgamesh quickly raised her hand to her mouth, pretending to cough, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. Ryou's first remark had shattered the Hero Queen's façade of arrogance.

"Don't tell me I hit the mark," he teased a hint of amusement in his eyes. The Queen's expression shifted to one of flustered indignation.

"Commoner! Silence! You're insufferable! Why would I ever care about a commoner like you?"

"Sure, sure," Ryou replied nonchalantly, clearly unimpressed. But his dismissive attitude didn't escape the perceptive Gilgamesh.

"Commoner! You insolent commoner! Pay attention when I'm speaking to you!"

Her frustration reached the point where she almost stomped her feet. After some banter, a fuming Gilgamesh eventually threw a divine essence crystal at Ryou. It was the essence of the God of Forging, Okan, who had created the Dwarf race. The two had been dividing their tasks: Ryou attacked the Warbeast while Gilgamesh targeted the dwarfs. Ryou trusted Gilgamesh entirely for the dwarf assault; after all, her Chains of Heaven, a divine artifact practically made to subdue gods, made her a natural predator of lower-tier deities. The God of Forging was one such unfortunate victim. Initially mistaking Gilgamesh for a mere demigod, the God of Forging had eagerly charged forward, brandishing his hammer and waddling on his short legs. He was utterly thrashed. It was a complete and utter defeat. Gilgamesh, indulging her naughty side, suspended him mid-air with her chains and summoned a barrage of blunt weapons to beat him to death—poetically fitting for a deity who had spent his life forging tools.

The God of Forging's death was the very definition of tragic.

...

Despite the deaths of two divine beings, Ryou remained dissatisfied. Angered by the Warbeast's and Dwarf's oppression of humans, he unleashed devastating anti-army Noble Phantasms upon their capitals and populous cities, eradicating over 70% of both races. The number of conscious lives lost, directly or indirectly, due to Ryou surpassed hundreds of millions. Yet he felt no guilt. In this brutal, bloody apocalyptic war, strength was the ultimate truth. When the Warbeast and Dwarf were powerful, they crushed humanity without hesitation. Now that Ryou was stronger, it was their turn to pay the price. Together with Gilgamesh, Ryou also annihilated the gods backing the giants and demonkind, nearly wiping out their race. These two races, with their large physiques and individual strength, were particularly unsuited for stealth. They posed a threat to humanity in the future, so Ryou's approach was especially merciless.

As a result, in the territory where humanity resided, races capable of threatening their existence were essentially exterminated. Humanity ascended as the dominant race on the continent, entering a period of rapid development. To ensure that humans could use magic in this world, Ryou, alongside Scathach and Gilgamesh—both top-tier magic users—diligently researched. They eventually devised a way for humans to harness magic. This world's advanced magitech, demonstrated by the Dwarf's creation of magic-powered nuclear weapons like the Marrow Bomb, proved that the environment was rich in magical energy. Most intelligent races, however, possessed innate spirits that allowed them to cast magic naturally, leaving ambient magic untapped. To Ryou, such mages resembled bloodline-dependent sorcerers rather than traditional wizards. Their research resulted in a Dungeons & Dragons-like system where humans could build spell models within their souls, draw on ambient magical energy, and cast spells. One system relied on innate talent, while the other depended on intellect. Each had its strengths, but Ryou believed that humanity's resilience and creativity would ultimately surpass other races under equal conditions.

Humanity's rise alarmed the remaining intelligent races, especially as Ryou's legendary deeds spread worldwide. Based on his actions, a new title was bestowed upon him: The Reaper.

Humans, in turn, were regarded as the Reaper's chosen race. Among the surviving gods, Ryou became the subject of the greatest fear. With four deities already fallen to him, his reputation eclipsed even that of Old Deus, the so-called strongest War God. In this apocalyptic world, War Gods thrived on battle lust and malice, rapidly growing in power. But now, the War God faced competition. The Reaper, feeding on death, had also become one of the war's biggest beneficiaries—and a cunning one, often waiting for others to weaken before striking. This led the gods to consider forming alliances against him, driven more by their collective paranoia than by any clear plan. The Reaper had become a legend and a threat—a force that even gods could no longer ignore.

...

A streak of light flashed and landed in the human capital city. The powerful invisibility magic shrouding the light ensured that the humans, whose magic had just begun to develop, were completely unaware of its arrival. Emerging from the light was a delicate and intelligent-looking young woman of the Flügel Race. She had pink hair flowing gracefully down her back and radiant wings stretching from her shoulders.

"Alright, let's see what secrets this place holds for me to uncover. Hehe~"

The girl, who initially appeared refined and intellectual, suddenly had a trickle of drool running from the corner of her mouth. Her expression morphed into something disturbingly similar to that of a lecherous middle-aged man preying on a pure-hearted schoolgirl.

"So this is what it means for the tone to completely fall apart."

A playful voice suddenly rang out behind her. The fearless girl of the Flügel stiffened, her feathers bristling in alarm. Before she could react, a gust of wind swirled past, and a hand grabbed her slender neck, lifting her effortlessly into the air.

"Who… who are you? No, what are you?" she choked out with difficulty.

"The Flügel, known for their wisdom and intellect, resorting to insults? How disappointing, Jibril."

The fearsome figure behind her pulled her closer until his breath brushed against her sensitive feathered ears. The heat of his words felt like a chilling gale from the depths of hell.

'How? How does he know my name?!'

Overwhelmed by shock, fear, and confusion, Jibril's mind spiraled into chaos. Under the pale moonlight, the figure's face came into view—it was Ryou. His fingertips, gripping her neck, shimmered with a dark, profound glow. As if sensing her inner turmoil, his voice resonated not just in her ears but directly in her soul.

"You don't need to know who I am. All you need to understand is that by serving me, I will grant you ultimate pleasure, infinite knowledge, and the chance to wander through countless otherworldly realms…" As Ryou's words washed over her, Jibril's mind was flooded with vivid fantasies—worlds filled with unimaginable wonders and endless knowledge awaiting her grasp.

"That would be the ultimate bliss~!"

Unaware, she began to lose herself in the allure. Her cheeks flushed, her legs pressed tightly together as if seeking relief, and drool streamed down her chin like a waterfall. Under the influence of Ryou's Soul Gem abilities, her hunger for knowledge and desire were magnified until they eclipsed all else. The responsibilities of the Flügel? Her loyalty to the war god Old Deus? All insignificant nonsense.

'I want it! I want it all! Let me drown in this infinite ocean of knowledge!'

Her soul sang in ecstatic surrender, and an indelible mark of loyalty to Ryou was etched deep within her very being—a mark impossible to erase without power exceeding that of the Soul Gem.

"My supreme master, please guide me to that ultimate bliss~!"

When she regained her senses, Jibril was on one knee before Ryou, her expression fervent as she reverently kissed his fingertips. Her solemnity lasted only moments. In the next instant, she transformed into her lecherous self again, drooling as she clung to Ryou's arm.

"Master~ When will you fulfill my desires? I'm willing to do anything~ Even… sharing your bed, if that's what you want~~~!"

Despite the sensation of her ample chest pressing against his arm, Ryou felt no joy—only regret.

'I must have made a mistake picking this lunatic as my representative…'

When he get the Void Gem, Ryou and Gilgamesh couldn't stay in this world for long. Selecting a native to act as their proxy seemed like the logical choice. Just as he was deliberating, this eccentric Flügel girl practically flung herself into his lap. With a sigh, he accepted his fate.

"Jibril, you have a job."

As the strongest among her kind, Jibril was both powerful and knowledgeable, making her a seemingly ideal candidate. Yet her bizarre personality made him question his decision. Out of sight, out of mind. Ryou swiftly handed Jibril off to Gilgamesh, trusting her to deal with her peculiarities. Surely, the two would create… interesting sparks.

...

As humanity claimed the northern continent of Disboard, their fame grew. Humans from all over the world risked death at the hands of other species to cross the seas, seeking refuge in the so-called Human Paradise. Today, two peculiar guests arrived in Fuyuki, the human capital city named by a mischievous transmigrator. In the reception hall, Ryou sat across from two cloaked figures, one tall and one short. Between them was a chessboard carved from a mysterious translucent gem that glowed like stardust. Standing behind Ryou, Jibril was dressed in a scandalous maid outfit, her curious eyes darting up and down the cloaked visitors, especially the shorter one.

It was the tall figure's turn. Though shrouded in heavy fabric, the glimpse of weathered yet resolute eyes revealed a being of unyielding determination and wisdom. With careful precision, he moved the white queen, cornering Ryou's black king.

"Checkmate!"

A raspy voice echoed from behind a dusty veil.

Clap, clap, clap.

Ryou's face lit with admiration as he applauded his opponent.