Another two days passed.
During that time, Haruno remained focused on physical training.
She specialized in Six Styles at level Lv3, Armament Haki at Lv2, and Observation Haki at Lv3.
The others concentrated on honing their unique abilities.
Although their Rokushiki and Haki didn't match Haruno's, their control and application of individual powers had grown more refined.
Yukino, for instance, could now manipulate her ice abilities with astonishing precision.
From delicate ice needles to massive frozen blocks—everything was under perfect control.
She had even tested the upper limits of her abilities.
At full power, she could freeze an entire kilometer-radius area.
However, the freezing effect diminished with distance—the optimal range remained within that thousand-meter span.
Meanwhile, Megumi had suppressed her aura, and with the combined advantage of her angelic form, Six Styles, and Haki, she achieved near-invisibility.
She had even managed to sneak up on Yukino and place a hand on her neck—completely unnoticed.
With just a little more force, Yukino would have been finished.
Such was the power of Megumi's presence-concealment ability.
She could erase her entire existence from awareness.
Even Kanae forgot she existed.
Even Nanashi questioned himself:
Am I really that special?
Why was I able to see Megumi before?
Marin's succubus powers were also under Nanashi's supervision.
She unleashed them without holding back—charming monsters across a vast range.
Within moments, she could mentally dominate dozens of creatures within several hundred meters.
But… accidents happened.
Her charm spell caught Nanashi himself.
As a result, Marin walked straight up to him, clearly affected.
Nanashi, bemused, waited until the scene played out before offering a gentle warning:
"Don't try to charm someone stronger than yourself."
Marin, her face burning with embarrassment, nodded and took it to heart.
The most shameful part?
Nanashi had been charmed—just a little.
Not because Marin was powerful, but because her spellcasting was too imprecise!
Chika's abilities centered on spiritual energy.
Her agility was her strength, followed by her wind-based magic.
The latter was still developing—roughly at a level of lv3.
She couldn't conjure hurricanes or tornadoes yet.
At most, she could accelerate herself and launch multiple wind blades in rapid succession.
Despite all this, the greatest gains for the girls weren't physical—they were mental.
They had begun to truly adapt to brutal close-quarters combat.
Their angelic forms ensured their bodies remained untainted, but their hearts? Their actions had become bold and decisive.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Clean, efficient kills.
That, too, was a valuable form of experience.
Nanashi had made progress of his own.
He tested the speed of his Chaos Wings.
Dozens of times faster than normal flight—easily.
He even tried flying into outer space.
If it worked, he could take his companions into the cosmos and directly wipe out planets to clear levels.
Unfortunately, this wasn't possible.
Like a video game with invisible walls, the world was locked down.
This desolate planet was their entire battleground. No shortcuts.
Even the giant beasts he lured here—somehow, they all arrived together, as if coordinated.
Nanashi even joked to himself that they probably chatted about their families on the way.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The earth rumbled violently.
Everyone gathered around Nanashi.
Chika glanced nervously in all directions, then tugged the others into an open area.
"What's going on? An earthquake?"
"No," Nanashi replied calmly. "It's not an earthquake. The giant beasts have arrived."
Their ears caught strange roars and screeches.
"Roar!"
"Cha!"
"Clang!"
The sounds echoed in unison.
As they looked up, enormous shadows loomed above them.
Beasts were approaching from every direction.
Some walked. Some flew.
All of them towered at around a hundred meters tall—or had wingspans just as wide.
The sight was overwhelming.
"Let's go up."
Without hesitation, Nanashi soared into the sky.
The girls spread their wings and followed.
Only once they reached a hundred meters high did the full scale of the situation become clear.
They were completely surrounded—seventeen colossal beasts encircling them.
"W-Wow! This is terrifying!" Marin whimpered, instinctively pressing closer to Nanashi.
Nanashi patted her head gently and said, "Don't worry—they're all under my control."
His gaze swept across the massive creatures below.
And in that moment, something strange flickered in his eyes.
Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan, MUTO, Behemoth... many of them were monsters Nanashi had seen before.
Unfortunately, King Ghidorah was not among them.
"Amin, what are you planning to do?" Haruno asked with a frown, her gaze uneasy as she looked up at the towering creatures.
It was terrifying to imagine what would happen if no one managed to clear the Doomsday Game and these monsters appeared in the real world.
"I'm going to run an experiment," Nanashi replied, his eyes settling on Godzilla and Mothra.
The other monsters didn't interest him much. It was these two that held his curiosity.
Chaos Wings emerged behind him—this time, a pair of pure black wings symbolizing sin.
One of the powers granted by his transformation was the ability to manifest different types of wings: those of sin, redemption, or both—depending on his intent.
He sensed the sins radiating from the giant beasts. It seemed they each represented one of the seven deadly sins—except for lust, which was absent.
Godzilla embodied pride. Mothra, for some unknown reason, represented sloth.
What powers had been granted to them remained a mystery.
This was the essence of his experiment: turning these monsters into Apostles of Sin.
And it worked.
Godzilla and Mothra let out thunderous roars, echoing toward the sky.
Black wings erupted from their backs, and massive halos of darkness formed around them.
"Whoa! Did they just become Apostles of Sin like me?" Marin gasped in disbelief.
"That's right," Nanashi said with a calm smile.
His experiment was a success.
He now had further confirmation: the Doomsday Game was not merely a game.
From the alien queen aboard the space battleship to the colossal beasts on this deserted planet—these were not digital constructs, but real, living creatures.
The game brought actual life forms into its world. Where they came from was still unknown.
Godzilla, with its jet-black wings and dark halo, looked unusually sinister.
But Mothra—with its added pair of black wings, sacred light, and dark halo—had an oddly divine presence, as though sanctified through contrast.
The method for unlocking their consciousness remained unclear.
Still, both seemed aware of their new reality.
"ROAR!"
"CHIRP!"
They lowered their heads and let out soft calls toward Nanashi—gestures of submission.
With a mere thought, Nanashi transported the two giants away.
They reappeared in the World of Sin, within the Chaos Realm.
Nanashi brought the others into the realm as well.
"Where... is this place?" Yukino asked, glancing around at the dark, ethereal landscape.
"This is my domain—the Chaos Realm," Nanashi replied.
Godzilla and Mothra were now confined to the Sin World. Food wasn't necessary for them; they survived purely on the power of sin.
"Let me show you my angels."
With another thought, they were transported again—this time to a bright, warm place.
A faith-driven realm.
The place where his angelic children resided.
And then—
A vast modern city appeared before them.
"Oh? Kayo's done an impressive job," Nanashi murmured in surprise.
He hadn't expected such rapid development. A full-fledged city had taken shape in a short time.
This was thanks in part to the power of prayer and his authority over creation.
"Brother Nanashi!"
"Brother Nanashi!"
Angelic children flew out from the city, filling the sky.
"...So many!" Everyone gasped.
"Not that many. Just three hundred thousand," Nanashi said casually.
"Three hundred thousand?!" Chika nearly choked. "Where did you kidnap that many girls?!"
The others were equally stunned.
Three hundred thousand little girls—it was an unfathomable number.
Nanashi raised his hands in surrender. "It's not what it sounds like. They were all orphans in another world, living worse than animals. So... I brought them here."
"Another world…" they muttered. That explained it.
If that many girls had vanished from this world, there'd be chaos. But if they came from a different one—it made sense.
It also explained why all of them were flocking to Nanashi with such adoration.
"Brother Nanashi!"
Dozens of angel children surrounded him, eyes brimming with admiration.
Among those who stepped forward were Enju, Kayo, and others.
"Kayo, you've done a great job," Nanashi praised, gently patting her head.
Kayo smiled under the affection, responding modestly, "It's only because you gave me the authority to do so, Brother Nanashi."
Nanashi chuckled. "Haha, you're too humble. If you want a reward, just say so."
Kayo glanced at Haruno and the others, hesitating. She seemed unsure whether she should speak.
"Don't worry," Nanashi reassured her. "They're family. Say whatever's on your mind."
"Well… um… I heard Tina got a kiss from Brother Nanashi… so, I…"
The usually composed Kayo lowered her head in embarrassment, struggling to finish the sentence.
Nanashi immediately understood.
A kiss, huh?
There was no reason to deny such a small request.
Without a word, he picked her up and gently kissed her.
"!!!"
All the angel children widened their eyes in disbelief.
Brother Nanashi kissed her!
So envious!
After putting her down, Nanashi suddenly felt three hundred thousand pairs of eyes staring longingly at him.
Some looked even more intense.
Cold sweat broke out down his back.
He quickly said, "Ahem, I'll visit you all again soon!" and escaped with the others in tow.
The love of 300,000 girls was… overwhelming.
"Wow! Kayo, you did it!" Enju grabbed her shoulders, shaking her excitedly.
Kayo, smug and satisfied, gave a cheeky smile. "Heh!"
Game World
"You're seriously over the top..." Haruno muttered with a gloomy expression.
Three hundred thousand girls.
And judging by their starry-eyed reactions to Nanashi, it seemed every last one of them harbored less-than-innocent thoughts about him. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.
"I couldn't help it. You're the one who taught me to be helpful, remember? Saving people, helping others—these are good values, aren't they?" Nanashi replied with an innocent shrug, as if rescuing a small army of girls were the most natural thing in the world.
The way he said it made it sound like a selfless, noble act. Haruno rolled her eyes. Somehow, this was all her fault now?
"Yukino, aren't you going to say anything?" Haruno turned to her sister. "Think about it. If all three hundred thousand of them ended up pregnant, wouldn't that be insane?"
Yukino glanced her way with a calm expression, completely unfazed. "Nanashi saved them. That's what matters."
"…"
Right. Her sister was clearly operating on a completely different wavelength.
Nanashi turned his attention back to the battlefield. "Time to deal with the rest of them."
"The other giant beasts?" Megumi asked, tilting her head curiously. "Aren't you going to convert them too?"
He shook his head. "No. I have other plans."
Behemoths were external forces—tools at best. A couple for companionship was enough. The rest? Unnecessary baggage.
Besides, strength should come from within. That was the foundation of everything.
The wings of sin unfurled, shimmering with a divine black radiance.
Judgment.
To pass sentence on those steeped in sin.
Wrath. Greed. Gluttony. Pride. Sloth. Envy.
The remaining fifteen titanic beasts were instantly engulfed in a miasma of black fog—an oppressive, corrosive mist that gnawed at flesh and spirit alike.
"Rrraaaargh!!!"
They howled in unison, helpless against the force consuming them.
One by one, their bodies disintegrated into ash, the wind carrying away what little remained as Nanashi casually waved a hand.
"Fuu. That move's pretty effective."
The Judgment ability, derived from his apostolic powers, was terrifyingly efficient—vaporizing sin with angelic finality.
But what truly surprised him was the rewards:
100,000 Doomsday Points per beast.
Fifteen beasts.
1.5 million points!
"Is it over?" Haruno asked, still reeling from the display of power.
"Not yet. There are monsters all over the world. We have to finish the cleanup."
Nanashi could still feel the weight of sin spread across the globe—gluttony, wrath, greed dominating the spectrum.
Unlike wild animals that acted on instinct, these monsters possessed complex emotions and higher cognition. They were capable of sinning.
Judgment.
In an instant, thick black fog spread across the entire planet.
It felt eerily similar to Gatanjea's miasma—darkness blotting out the sun and swallowing the light.
Suddenly, it was night.
"Nanashi-kun looks like a demon devouring the sun…" Chika whispered in awe.
From the sky, strands of black mist descended—divine verdicts handed down to every monster below.
Moments passed.
The fog lifted.
A familiar chime echoed.
[All monsters have been eliminated. The Doomsday Game is complete.]
[Space Battleship: 6 Survivors Remaining.]
[Congratulations, you have cleared the game!]
[Returning automatically…]