Ten years later, on Mount Creation.
Ten years had passed since the battle of the gods. On a certain hill on Mount Creation, a handsome young man with white hair was holding a walking stick. He was telling a story to a boy and a girl in front of him.
The young man was handsome, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
"For tens of thousands of years, the gods fought for the divine object left behind by the supreme God of Creation as well as the race chess pieces. Finally, ten years ago, a young man named Watson conquered all the gods and reunified the divine realm, resulting in the creation of the Kingdom of Kings. All the races in the divine realm are now in harmony, and they are flourishing."
"Grandpa Antonio, we've already heard that story. Change to another one."
The boy and the girl held the white-haired youth's hand and pouted unhappily.
