Will floats in its garden. It noticed a small bird landing on its tree.

An exotic bird. Not a bird created by it.

It floated by, and was about to take a closer look, but was stopped by a man's words.

"Will? Come here. ”

Lowende was draped in a navy blue robe, and raised his hand to summon his will.

Apparently the will was more interested in his floor-length robes with golden patterns. It thought to itself that the little bird would always be in its garden. I'll come back to it later.

"Dundun, is there something big going to happen today?"

Lovend doesn't wear this robe lightly. It is usually when there is a very important event that he takes it out, which is a symbol of his status as a shield. He always ironed it with great care, so that it looked like it was not wrinkled in the slightest.

“…… Don't call me that, okay? ”

Lovend had a headache, and his little head was always full of whimsy and ideas, and he could come up with a hundred colorful flower names.

"Just call me by name, Lovend."

He thought for a moment, then added, "This is the instruction of the gods, not to go against their will, their will. ”

"Alright, Lolo."

The will is not interested in Lovende's removal from the gods, and unlike Lovende, it was not born with a fear of the gods. It seems to it that in its eyes, the gods should be friends and all other equals, not vassals or all other subjugations and subjugations.

The will circled around Lovend a few times, and then it asked, "Are you going to a meeting again?" ”

It wasn't very clear what it was, it seemed to be sitting down with the will of the other worlds and talking about the situation in their respective worlds for nearly a century, a bit like a work report, the world that had not yet given birth to the will was attended by the shield that guarded the will.

This is also the rule set by the gods, in the world where the will has not yet been born, the shield will act as a monitor and overseer, from one game after another ten holy games to choose the data person to follow, help it become the will of the world, or help the world to naturally give birth to the will, defeat the winner of the ten holy games, so that it can smoothly control the world.

In the imagination of the will, the meeting sits in a huge circular building, where the will of each world sits at its seat, and a large piece of land in the center is vacant for the speakers. It imagines using marble to pave the place where the speech is made. Above this speaking room, a huge round crystal glass ball hangs, which is emitting a bright light, making the entire conference hall feel like daylight. Next are the seats, each of which is made up of round straw futons......

Oh, help! Every time I think of this, my will will exclaims-

"It's all round! Oh my God, I can't help but choose the round shape! ”

At this time, Lovend would always gently touch its head and say, "Don't worry, the gods like circles, and the conference room you envision is almost exactly the same as the real one." There are circles everywhere there. ”

Today is indeed the day to go to that place where circles are everywhere, it's just ......

"I'm not going." Lovend stretched out his hand again and touched the head of the will, "There is something more important today than going to a meeting. ”

"Huh?! Are you sure? ”

The will is a little excited, excited that this world, which has been silent for I don't know how many centuries, is desolate and decadent, and there are only two people, it and Lovend, will usher in a big event worthy of a few robes of Lovend.

"Yes. Remember the 'Ten Saints' game we started a hundred years ago? ”

"Remember! Giant remembers! ”

Will nodded vigorously.

Lovend smiled slightly.

"Today is the day to decide the winner."

He stretched out his hand and made an invitation to the will.

"Come with me, Lord Will?"