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 wondered aloud.

“It’s not as simple as she’s making it sound. She’s clearly biased,” Armageddon cut in suddenly. “But yes—one of the main goals the largest faction of gods is pursuing is to drill straight through this damn planet and seize its core.”

“…”

“I am not biased. I’m simply stating facts,” Nephilim shot back, glaring at Armageddon. “I thought you hated all gods. Why the sudden change of heart?”

“I hate them all, but that doesn’t mean they all think alike,” Armageddon replied. “One of the most infuriating things about them is how hopelessly divided they are! These idiots would have accomplished far more destruction by now if they weren’t constantly tearing each other apart!”

“So there’s a lot of infighting too?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

“Kind of,” Nephilim admitted. “Well… I don’t know the full details, unfortunately, but yes, several factions exist.”

“The ones you’ve already encountered are the Evil Gods,” Armageddon explained. “They’re the ones who defied the Seats in one way or another and ended up exiled.”

“Indeed,” Nephilim nodded. “They’re the most dangerous because they lack the inhibitions that restrain other gods… yet they’re also their enemies. Their relationship is complicated—they’ll ally one moment, then backstab each other the next.”

“I’ve seen that firsthand,” I agreed with a nod. “And the strongest among them is the Evil God of Dungeons, correct?”

“Certainly… or at least I’d say so,” Armageddon muttered. “Over my long life I’ve crossed paths with a dozen of them. Most are nomadic unless they establish a cult—then they settle in one area, build worshippers, and demand sacrifices of lives and resources in their name. They roam the planet hunting Divine Materials, cultivating their Divinities, and stripping resources wherever possible. They prefer the Demon Continent, though—the one place where other gods hold the least influence.”

“So what have they told you? Do you know more, Armageddon?” I pressed.

“They talk a lot… or sometimes almost nothing. Seven of the thirteen I met tried to devour me. I was forced to fight every single one—and I won every time,” Armageddon said with a dark smile. “Mostly because I don’t share their vulnerability to the planet’s surface. Their twisted forms thrive in miasma-rich environments like the Demon Continent. Evil gods range from sophisticated, cunning intellects to completely deranged, berserk beasts with barely any mind left.”

“Huh. I guess you were a mix of all that,” I said, nodding.

“Hey!” she hissed, fury flashing in her eyes. “I am not an Evil Goddess! I am a Great Spirit Goddess! We’re completely different!”

“Okay, how so?” I asked.

“Well, first of all…” she began, voice lowering. “As I mentioned earlier, we were engineered by the gods. My team wasn’t the only one—there were hundreds like us. We were deployed to cleanse and assist in the terraforming of the planet. Our purpose was to battle the Planet’s Self-Defense Mechanism on its surface. Sometimes gods accompanied us, but usually they relied on their technology—and we were part of that technology.”

“I see…” I nodded slowly. “But what exactly did you fight? The planet itself? Was there life here before?”

“Yes. It was utterly alien to what exists now. The original flora and fauna were far more… viscous, slimy, dark, foggy, strange. Most living things had too many legs, too many eyes. Some looked like trees but were actually insectoid horrors. There were already primitive intelligent species too—they were called the ’Proto Demons,’ and they predated even the First Demon King.”

“Oh…” A heavy sigh escaped me. “I suspected something like this, but hearing it confirmed… Ugh. So we’re all really living in a world that was never ours—a world that was stolen. We walk on fake soil planted by the gods, and everything truly ’real’ about this planet is extinct…”

“No, not entirely,” Armageddon corrected. “Most of the original flora and fauna still survive on the Demon Continent. Once I grew strong enough, I planned to go there myself and see what I could do with it. One reason that continent is so deadly is because its lifeforms are just as lethal. Look at your human settlements! You fragile little things can barely push past the coast. Even the demons fear their own homeland, truth be told.”

“That’s fascinating… and another reason I have to explore that continent someday,” I said firmly. “Anyway, this conversation has been incredibly enlightening… though plenty of questions still burn in my mind. Nephilim, can you tell me more about this endless conflict? Between the heroes, the Demon Kings, and the Demon Lords? And what about Ruby? Why was she chosen as a hero if she’s half-demon? And the Anima—I’ve heard they were created through collaboration between the Spirit Kings and the gods… Despite this constant, slow war you mentioned, why do they cooperate?”

“I said it earlier, didn’t I? Factions,” Nephilim explained. “After so many years trapped here, from what I dimly recall, factions formed. We’ve already mentioned the Evil Gods. Then there are the Pacifists—gods who came to admire this world’s beauty, grew attached to it and its people, and actually pursued genuine peace. They formed bonds with the land’s spirits and more. They aren’t completely good, though. They were still part of everything that happened until now.”

“T-There are good gods then… just as I hoped,” I murmured. “Not everyone can be an extremist. I remember genuine kindness from a few, but most committed atrocities. Does that mean some eventually realized what they did was wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Nephilim said, shaking her head. “Likely not. They probably changed their stance out of desperation, impatience, or something else entirely. True regret is… unlikely. But exceptions exist for every rule.”

“Hmmm…” I nodded thoughtfully. “That’s interesting, but how can I even tell which ones are on our side?”

“You’d have to try talking to them,” she sighed. “But they could easily deceive you. It’s difficult.”

“It truly is,” I agreed, letting out another deep sigh.

“Damn, girl, you sure sigh a lot,” Ignatius groaned. “So what about that stupid, endless conflict? We Dragons are part of the original races of this planet too. We existed long before the New Demons were born from the corpse of the First Demon King. Our Father—the Dragon King himself—was there when that monster emerged and fought him many times.”

“Wait, what?! Does that make dragons an Apex Species? How are you not wiping out humanity already?” I asked, stunned.

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