Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? Chapter 2004: The Ancient History of this Planet

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"S-So that's it?" I murmured aloud.

"It’s far from as straightforward as she claims. She’s obviously showing bias," Armageddon interjected abruptly. "Yet yes—the primary aim of the biggest god faction involves boring right through this cursed world and claiming its core."

"..."

"I’m not biased at all. I’m just laying out the truth," Nephilim retorted, shooting Armageddon a fierce glare. "I figured you despised every god. What’s with this shift in attitude?"

"I loathe them every one, yet that doesn’t imply they all share the same thoughts," Armageddon responded. "The most aggravating aspect of those fools is their utter disunity! They’d have wrought vastly more havoc already if they stopped ripping into each other nonstop!"

"So infighting runs rampant among them too?" I inquired, truly taken aback.

"Sort of," Nephilim conceded. "Well... sadly, I lack the complete picture, but indeed, multiple factions are at play."

"Those you’ve met before are known as the Evil Gods," Armageddon clarified. "They rebelled against the Seats in various ways and got banished for it."

"Exactly," Nephilim agreed with a nod. "What makes them the deadliest is their absence of the restraints holding back other gods... though they clash with them too. Their dynamic is messy—they team up briefly, only to betray each other right after."

"I’ve witnessed that up close," I confirmed, nodding along. "And the mightiest of them is the Evil God of Dungeons, right?"

"Without a doubt... or so I believe," Armageddon grumbled. "In my extended existence, I’ve encountered over a dozen. Most wander aimlessly until they form a cult—then they root down, gather devotees, and extract sacrifices of lives plus resources in their honor. They scour the world for Divine Materials, cultivating their Divinities, and plunder whatever they can find. The Demon Continent draws them most, since no other gods wield much sway there."

"What exactly did they reveal to you? Got more intel, Armageddon?" I urged.

"They chatter endlessly... or stay eerily silent at times. Out of thirteen I faced, seven attempted to consume me. Each battle was unavoidable—and I triumphed in all," Armageddon declared with a sinister grin. "Chiefly since I lack their weakness to the planet’s exterior. Their warped bodies flourish amid thick miasma, such as on the Demon Continent. Evil gods vary wildly, from sly, sharp-minded schemers to utterly mad, raging monsters scarcely capable of thought."

"Huh. Sounds like you embodied a bit of everything there," I remarked, giving a nod.

"Hey!" she snapped, rage blazing in her gaze. "I’m no Evil Goddess! I’m a Great Spirit Goddess! We’re worlds apart!"

"Alright, explain the difference?" I prompted.

"For starters..." she started, her tone dropping low. "Like I said before, the gods created us. My group wasn’t unique—hundreds more existed. We got sent to purify and help reshape the planet. Battling the Planet’s Self-Defense Mechanism on the surface was our role. Gods sometimes joined, but mostly they used tech—and we formed part of that tech."

"I get it..." I nodded thoughtfully. "But precisely what did you combat? The planet proper? Did life exist prior?"

"Yes. It differed wildly from today’s reality. The native plants and beasts were intensely... gooey, slimy, shadowy, misty, bizarre. Creatures typically boasted excess legs, excess eyes. Certain ones mimicked trees yet hid insect-like terrors. Primitive thinking races existed already—they bore the name ’Proto Demons,’ preceding even the First Demon King."

"Oh..." I let out a deep sigh. "I’d half-expected this, but confirmation hits hard... Ugh. Truly, we inhabit a realm never meant for us—one seized by force. Gods sowed artificial ground beneath our feet, while the planet’s genuine essence has vanished..."

"Not quite fully," Armageddon interjected. "Much of the primal flora and fauna endures on the Demon Continent. Once powerful enough, I intended to venture there and exploit what lingered. That land’s ferocity stems partly from its vicious natives. Consider human outposts! You delicate beings struggle beyond the shoreline. Demons themselves dread their birthplace, honestly."

"That’s truly captivating... and yet one more reason why I must venture to that continent someday," I declared resolutely. "In any case, this talk has proven immensely revealing... even as numerous questions continue to blaze in my thoughts. Nephilim, could you share more on this unending strife? The one pitting heroes against Demon Kings and Demon Lords? And Ruby—why was she picked as a hero when she’s half-demon? As for the Anima, I’ve learned they arose from the partnership of Spirit Kings and gods... With this persistent, grinding war you described, why do they still work together?"

"Didn’t I mention it before? Factions," Nephilim clarified. "After endless years stuck here, based on my faint memories, groups began to form. We’ve spoken of the Evil Gods already. Then come the Pacifists—deities who grew enchanted by this world’s splendor, bonded deeply with it and its inhabitants, and chased real harmony. They built connections with the land’s spirits and beyond. Yet they’re not purely virtuous. They took part in all that’s transpired so far."

"T-There really are benevolent gods... exactly as I’d hoped," I whispered. "Not all can be fanatics. I recall true compassion from some, though most perpetrated horrors. So, did certain ones finally recognize their wrongs?"

"I’m not sure," Nephilim replied, shaking her head. "Probably not. They likely shifted views from desperation, frustration, or other motives. Authentic remorse... that’s improbable. Though every rule has its outliers."

"Hmmm..." I nodded pensively. "Intriguing, yet how do I discern who stands with us?"

"You’d need to communicate with them," she sighed. "But deception comes easily to them. It’s no simple task."

"Indeed it isn’t," I concurred, releasing yet another heavy sigh.

"Damn, girl, you sigh excessively," Ignatius grumbled. "Now, about that foolish, perpetual war? Dragons count among this planet’s ancient races too. We roamed long before New Demons sprang from the First Demon King’s corpse. Our Father—the Dragon King—was present at that beast’s rise and clashed with him repeatedly."

"Hold on, what?! So dragons qualify as an Apex Species? Why haven’t you eradicated humanity yet?" I exclaimed, shocked.

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