Although it felt somewhat inexplicable, Jibril seemed to have taken quite a liking to her.
Despite this being their very first meeting, Jibril had brought her to tour the trophy room—one that no other person had ever been allowed into—and had spoken openly about her goal of slaying a god.
Was this considered a gesture of goodwill?
Perhaps it was because Origami Tobiichi, like her, was also an anomaly among the Flügel. Or perhaps Jibril had seen something else. Whatever the reason, Jibril showed an unexpected amount of trust in this fellow clanswoman she had just met.
Since that was the case, there was no need for Origami Tobiichi to keep hiding things.
On the contrary, it might be a good opportunity to disclose certain information and recruit Jibril to her side.
Although Jibril was an imperfect spin-off individual—her physical abilities were the weakest among all Flügel—her more flexible mind granted her an extra edge in battle.
Through constant thinking and innovation, she had pioneered fields that Flügel were typically not adept in. Even as the weakest physically, Jibril overall combat prowess ranked indisputably among the top tier of her species.
She had once hunted alone a Gigant species that usually required five to six Flügel to defeat, a Dragonia species that would take over fifty Flügel to even shake, and a Phantasmal species that required half the race to assemble to stand a chance against.
Although not every hunt ended in success—most of the time, she barely escaped with her life—there was no denying that she had succeeded before. She had independently hunted at least once each: a Gigant, a Dragonia, and even a Phantasmal.
If Origami Tobiichi could harness combat strength of that level, her personal safety in this world would greatly improve, and the pace at which she could complete both main and side quests would increase dramatically.
"I have a way to kill the God of War," Origami Tobiichi said bluntly. "Will you cooperate with me?"
"Eh? You? Kill the God of War?"
Jibril blinked, her expression growing strange.
Origami could clearly see the corners of Jibril mouth twitching—she was obviously trying to hold back laughter.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to mock you. But with all due respect, you're even weaker than me. How could you possibly kill the God of War?" Jibril said, clearing her throat and composing herself. "In fact, during the six thousand years of my existence, I've already challenged the God of War several times, but each time ended in a crushing defeat. There's simply no hope of victory."
"I never said I intended to kill him with my own hands," Origami Tobiichi replied calmly. "I merely said I have a method."
"What?"
Seeing Origami speak with such confidence, Jibril couldn't help but grow curious.
Origami didn't hold back. She slowly uttered two words.
"Create a god."
The Old Deus—the God species—were unquestionably the most powerful beings in this world.
Born from the Spirit Corridor, the Old Deus in some sense represented the rules and concepts of the world itself, fragments of the world's own will made manifest.
The ongoing Great War among gods was merely to determine which Old Deus was strongest, to seize the Suniaster that symbolized the source of the world itself, and ultimately to become the perfect embodiment of the world's will.
To become the one true god of this world.
Although Old Deus were neither immortal nor indestructible—and had vastly differing levels of power, with even the Flügel managing to kill several of them—in terms of individual strength, even the weakest among them was not someone a single Flügel could ever hope to challenge.
"I believe that since you've already challenged the God of War multiple times, you should be well aware that the idea of the weakest defeating the strongest simply isn't possible," Origami said flatly. "Because when the weakest defeats the strongest, it only proves that they were never truly the weakest to begin with. Whether by strategy or technique, only someone stronger can defeat the strongest."
Jibril didn't respond, merely shrugged indifferently.
Although killing Artosh was her goal—and the purpose for which Artosh had created her—the insurmountable gap between god and godspawn constantly left her feeling frustrated.
In fact, during her previous attempts to challenge Artosh, some had already realized her true goal was to kill a god.
Because among the Flügel, everyone understood: once a Flügel chose to strike, their only objective was to kill their opponent.
In other races, it would be considered a vile and blasphemous act.
But among the Flügel, no one cared about Jibril ambition to slay a god.
Because it was seen as impossible.
In everyone's eyes, Jibril actions were like a child wielding an inflatable hammer, foolishly trying to beat an adult.
Even that hammer had been given to her by the adult.
And with Azril doting favoritism toward Jibril, everyone simply dismissed her intentions to kill a god as childish nonsense.
That was the reality Jibril faced.
Even after acquiring the power to kill Gigants, Dragonias, Phantasmal beings—even gods themselves—she was still helpless in front of the strongest god of them all: the God of War.
"But creating a god... isn't that kind of a stupid plan too?"
Jibril neither confirmed nor denied Origami words, but commented instead on the idea she proposed: "Even if you create a new Old Deus, so what? Throughout this endless God War, many new Old Deus have been born, but none have proven worthy to stand against the God of War."
Jibril wasn't trying to discourage Origami.
She was simply stating facts.
Old Deus were indeed powerful, but not invincible. Even the Flügel had killed a few.
Some of the existing Old Deus, like the Forest God Kainas of the Elven race, were astonishingly weak.
A thousand years ago, Jibril had assaulted the Elves' capital and completely destroyed their most prized city. That Forest God hadn't even dared to fight back, for fear that retaliation would provoke the wrath of the entire Flügel race. He had fled in disgrace, tail between his legs, alongside the surviving Elves.
Even the current leader of the Elves, the one hailed as the "Flower-Crowned Lord"—a genius wielder of eightfold magic—held nothing but disdain for her own god.
"The strength disparity among Old Deus is indeed extreme. That's a fact."
Origami nodded in agreement with Jibril statement.
But then, she changed her tone.
"However, as long as we can create an Old Deus strong enough to rival the God of War, that's all we need."
"You make it sound so easy," Jibril replied helplessly. "How could an Old Deus of that caliber possibly be created on a whim?"
"Well, saying 'create' might not be entirely accurate," Origami rephrased. "It should be 'awaken.'"
"Awaken?" Jibril raised an eyebrow. "Only gods who've lost their faith would fall into slumber. That means any sleeping god is most likely weak. Who exactly do you intend to awaken to fight the God of War?"
"The first god of this world. The mother of all things."
Origami answered.
"The Mother of Spirits—Mio Takamiya."