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Prologue: The Boy’s First Love
When I was young, I encountered a goddess.
The term “goddess” here is not a metaphor for a beautiful woman but truly refers to a divine being.
Though hardly anyone believes it, this fact is undeniably true.
At the age of six, I spent a brief seven days with her.
For Sōjō Teruma, this period was so fulfilling that it seemed to prepay decades of his life… It was more than enough to make him fall in love.
She had six wings that shimmered with light behind her, an impressive sight on its own.
But even without this boast-worthy proof, I harbored no doubt about her divinity.
“Let’s go on a date,” said the elder sister with an innocent smile, taking my hand and walking with me into the light.
That flower field became our private dating sanctuary, though I can no longer recall its location.
The goddess was deeply fascinated by the world inhabited by humans—what she called the “human world.” Thus, I eagerly shared everything I knew with her.
In exchange, she often spoke of the realm of the gods—the heavens.
A world inhabited by many goddesses like her, free of conflict, peaceful, and beautiful.
Finally, the time came for her to return to the heavens. The goddess smiled and said to me, “When you grow up, Teruma-kun, we will surely meet again.”
As a child often scolded for crying by a strict foster mother, it was the first time I could hold back my tears through sheer will. It was the first time I showed a man’s courage.
I watched her beautiful wings fade into the light, making a promise with her.
“One day, I will become a man worthy of you and come to the heavens to fetch you”—thus began my first love with a goddess whose name I never knew, becoming everything in my life.
Originally, I was to inherit the leadership of the Sōjō family, poised at the pinnacle of the world, subject to a harsh education. But from then on, I strove to become a man worthy of a goddess with my own will.
The once burdensome skill training, I now sought more of. The stricter education from my nanny, I welcomed.
Upon entering elementary school, I immediately became a candidate for class president.
I was almost always first in my grade in exams, especially in mathematics, unbeaten nationwide.
I also possessed a robust physical condition. If it were dodgeball in physical education, I would surely be the last one standing.
I dedicated myself entirely to self-improvement.
My constant yearning and prayers perhaps finally moved the heavens.
Six years since falling in love as a child—I celebrated my twelfth birthday.
An age of abundant energy for a male.
This year, I was certain to reunite with the goddess. I couldn’t wait to show her how reliable I had grown. Just as this thought crossed my mind.
Water flowed calmly from the empty air, running alongside the flower field. Part of the forest seemed rooted in the air, with trees growing inversely like reflections in a mirror.
In the pristine blue sky, several planets shone like stars in the night, twinkling brightly.
Mesmerized by such a beautiful and mysterious world—
“Ga-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha annoying, so annoying———————!!”
“Die, you fat pig with wings ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!”
“Man, this is too barbaric! Don’t scatter blood and guts all over the ground!!”
“Ah————————————I really want to tear someone’s thigh apart!!”
What I witnessed were these women with two or four wings on their backs, filling the sky and earth. Their clear voices of rage and curses made one doubt their own ears.
If all winged women were called thus… then everyone in sight was a goddess.
However, remembering what that goddess had said, “The heavens are home to many goddesses,” it seemed there were indeed too many.
For the first time, I understood the feeling of dizziness when faced with something unbelievable.
It was like the chaotic wars I learned about in social studies.
Dressed in unstained pure white, they were dirtied by the dust raised from the ground by the goddesses’ own tumultuous battle.
A goddess wielding a spear-like weapon yet kicking out with high goddess kicks to knock out the consciousness of other goddesses.
To prove herself stronger than another goddess, she fought with a chilling expression, throwing goddess punches.
Ultimately, goddesses brawled with battle cries, not hesitating to headbutt each other.
It was a barbaric conflict, hard to believe it was the work of goddesses.
This reality mercilessly shattered my perception of goddesses. If a publishing company specializing in mythology saw this, they might exclaim in despair, “Ah, really!? It’s like this now!?” and hurriedly start working on a second, revised edition.
Though I wasn’t sure if my description was accurate, all I could see was an anomaly among the goddesses.
Caught in this nightmare, my gaze was drawn to a goddess floating in the air, emitting a strong light.
Her indigo hair, incorporating all the azure of the planet’s sky, shone with luster.
Her gem-like crimson eyes sparkled. Her pale pink lips displayed a hint of warmth.
Her skin, already as clear as transparency, was enveloped in a pure white dress—reminding one of an untrodden snowfield without any footprints. But more importantly—
This goddess, just like the one from my first love—had six wings extending from her back.
My childhood memory and the sacred glow before me gradually overlapped into an unparalleled beauty.
I couldn’t even utter words of gratitude, only managing to squeeze out sigh-like sounds as my body trembled.
Why do I not have wings? I so wished to flap them and fly to embrace her.
—But, the moment the goddess looked at me, her gaze shone with a cold, combative brilliance.
The joyful smile that spontaneously appeared on my face froze as if time had stopped.
The goddess held a black handgun in each hand, firing without hesitation at the goddesses around her.
I couldn’t understand. Each time the six-winged goddess pulled the trigger, the surrounding two-winged and four-winged goddesses could only scream and were blown away like scraps of paper.
When I was young and met a goddess for the first time, I fell in love.
I vaguely loved the existence of a goddess, idolizing them.
But the goddesses—were far beyond my imagination, beings of transcendence beyond human wisdom.
The realm of the goddesses, the heavens, was engulfed in the flames of war ignited by the goddesses themselves. And this war would eventually spread to the earth, bringing a crisis of destruction to our human world—something I was completely unaware of at the time.
Although it seemed less significant compared to that—
My first love, Sōjō Teruma’s, faced a crisis of destruction.