Seeing humanity like that, Alovenus lamented everything. No, this isn’t how things should be. This isn’t the world I wanted to make. I didn’t want to make people like this. Those people... They were trying their best to live in such a painful world. They tried their best, but even then, they weren’t saved. They were so pitiful that I wanted to save them myself. I just wanted to make those people happy, but this... This is just... Aren’t they just puppets?
Alovenus didn’t understand. I’m not wrong. I’ve been doing the right thing this entire time! But then, why...? Why has humanity degraded this much? Why are their hearts so frozen?
At that point, she looked over at her original world in order to grab a breather. There, she saw something unbelievable—a single child struggling through poverty, feeling massively happy over eating a chunk of hard bread that couldn’t be described as delicious even out of pure flattery. Alovenus’s people would not even look at such food. They consumed much better bread as if it was their birthright, sometimes even throwing pieces away after just a single bite. However, none of those people felt happiness doing so. After all, it had all become natural to them.
Citizens of countries at war felt happiness over only some small moments of peace. This was something completely foreign to the Goddess’s people. That sight was the most overwhelming to Alovenus.
“It seems you’ve all gotten the wrong idea,” the Goddess said. “I don’t actually want to make people unhappy. In fact, it’s the opposite... I am trying to lead them to happiness. I want them to be happy.”
I was wrong. Alovenus had realized her mistake, and she understood that what humanity needed was not peace and pure happiness. Ah, right. It’s so obvious. Sugar is sweet, but anybody would come to hate sugar if they had candy covered in it every day. It’s so delectable because of its scarcity. Sweet things taste best after eating something spicy, but if someone has only ever eaten sweet things, then they probably don’t even think that they’re sweet anymore. Happiness is just like that. There needs to be a difference for people to feel it. If someone is experiencing rock bottom, then even the smallest things will fill them with happiness.
I can make people happy! At the very least, I can make things much better than this rotten paradise. They think nothing, do nothing; they only sit still and wait for things to be given to them. How is that happiness? How is that human? People are human because they stand up to adversity and advance on their own feet. That is what makes humanity beautiful. Yes. It is people I want to make happy, not puppets.
“That can’t be... So you are saying that everything you have forced onto the world was done for the sake of humanity, Goddess?!” Orm, who’d had the longest relationship with the Goddess out of those there, raised his voice in anger. “That this was all done with goodwill instead of malice...? That you only released such misfortune into the world in order to make humanity happy?! Such a reason was why I was forced onto the path of a jester for so long?!”
This isn’t funny... What the hell?! I don’t intend to play the victim here. I lent a hand to the Goddess’s script, after all, and I made many suffer. I won’t cover that up. But that reason... To think it was for such a ridiculous reason! Pollux’s tears and all the lives of the heroes I’d killed were all for this...?
Orm was silent for some time. “This... All those people I killed...! I... I... All those noble lives, just for this? Their futures, I...”
“You should not grieve, Ouroboros of the Moon. They were happy. It was a lie, but the fact that they were able to exchange their lives for peace undoubtedly gave them serenity and fulfillment.”
“STOP FUCKING WITH MEEEEEE!”
Orm flew into a rage, swinging at Alovenus.
This happened precisely because he’d continued killing so many for so long. All their futures, their happy moments, had been stolen by him for such a worthless reason. More than anyone else, the one Orm couldn’t forgive the most was himself; he’d never even asked the Goddess why he was doing such things.
Now, he’d broken through the limits of his level, and Orm swung his fist at the Goddess with newfound strength that was enough to destroy clusters of galaxies at once. His fist surpassed the speed of light, and its destructive power was impossible to calculate. At this point, it would be downplaying the level of his attack to simply call it a “blow”; it was the very concept of pure destruction made manifest.
Such an attack headed for the Goddess, but it seemed far too easy for her to stop, as she simply deployed an invisible wall.
“You are currently wracked by grief, Ouroboros of the Moon. You are tortured by the weight of your sins...” the Goddess said, pausing. “But worry not. If you are suffering, that means you cannot go lower. From here on out, you can become happy. Now, rejoice!”
“YOOOOOOUUUU...!”
“I will never abandon my subjects. I wish for people’s happiness from the bottom of my heart, so...”
Alovenus smiled and held her hand towards Orm.
Lufas and Benetnasch reacted simultaneously, launching spells from their palms. However, the three of them were all transported to some sort of space right next to a group of stars several thousands of times bigger than the Sun.
“For tomorrow’s happiness that will surely come. Fall to despair, world!”
It was a hypernova. Explosions large enough to engulf the entire universe in flame occurred one after the other, with the three of them at the epicenter.