Long ago—

It was the beginning of the judgment that occurred in the depths of the earth. It was the end for the chosen God who had won the selection and the one he chose.

Standing in the endless wasteland were the Goddess of Creation, in the form of a girl, and the chosen one she had selected.

The fierce holy war had just ended. Only the God and the human remained.

A thunderous sound like the roar of heaven boomed from above. Along with the ear-splitting roar, the canopy was falling.

It was called Skytremor, the order of the underworld. Just like an earthquake on the surface, the sky of the underworld trembled and roared.

The canopy slowly descended, eventually coming to a halt. The underworld sky, which had sunk lower than usual, was now only half its original height.

At that moment, a voice announcing the end echoed.

"Judgment has been passed. Transcendent one, chosen by the Goddess of Creation. You are worthy of wielding the power of God and becoming order. Be the Agent of God, the one to adjust the tilted scales."

A giant, shining golden scale appeared on the hill in the wasteland. Around it floated scales of various sizes, both large and small. While the angle of their tilt varied slightly, almost all of the smaller scales were in balance. The most imbalanced was the giant scale at the center.

The solemn golden scale was engraved with the image of a shield on the left and a sword on the right, tilting heavily to the left.

"Elrolarielm, God of Balance."

The Goddess of Creation spoke softly.

"Is that correct?"

The giant scale, called the God of Balance, responded.

"The scales of order must not tilt. This is the land you created, where balance is revered."

"I was wrong."

"No, order is not wrong. We have no right or wrong, only to guide the world along its destined path."

"I thought I was wrong. Whether my thoughts were right or wrong, I am wrong in either case."

The Goddess of Creation said,

"God of Balance, your logic is flawed."

The Goddess of Creation extended her small hand towards Elrolarielm.

"I will stop the selection trial and end it forever."

"No, this trial has no end. As long as the world exists, order will be maintained. This is the selection trial for that purpose."

"Order that sacrifices life is not kind."

"Indeed. There is no kindness in order. Order exists before life, both life and death are trivial matters before order. A world without balance will simply follow a path of destruction."

The Goddess of Creation closed her mouth. She closed her eyes and spoke.

"I'm sorry."

Countless snowflakes, moons, and flowers fluttered down. The "Moon of Creation," Altiertonoa, shone in the sky.

"With my order, you will sleep soundly. The sad judgment ends here. This will save order, but it will never save people."

Silver light pointed at the golden scale. Altiertonoa slowly descended and swallowed the golden scale within the moon.

"......Foolish. Foolish, Goddess of Creation... you intend to betray the order of the world you created...?"

"As you say, I was foolish."

A vast mass of magic power flowed out of the Goddess of Creation's body, enveloping the "Moon of Creation" and the God of Balance.

The scale melting into the moon began to distort its outline.

"If order is destroyed, the world's destruction is inevitable. Countless lives will be lost, and eventually everything will return to nothing. Will you recreate everything, Goddess of Creation?"

The Goddess of Creation slowly shook her head from side to side.

"Two thousand years will be enough."

With a confident look in her eyes, the Goddess of Creation said,

"Even if the scales of order tilt towards destruction, it will surely not be destroyed."

"......Impossible... order is not ambiguous, the laws of God are absolute. Are you arguing based on speculation?"

The Goddess of Creation nodded.

"Yes. The tragedy of everything being predetermined will torment people and wound even gods. A world that is uncertain and ambiguous is the only salvation."

"I cannot understand."

"I simply don't want anyone else to walk the path my sister walked."

The Goddess of Creation slowly walked across the hill, touching the "Moon of Creation" that had swallowed the scale.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't create a kind world."

As if stroking her child, the Goddess of Creation gently ran her finger along the moon.

Altiertonoa began to change shape.

"Farewell—"

The Goddess of Creation's body shone brightly. In the wasteland hill, bathed in white light, there was a running figure.

The figure held a white blade that glittered purple and pierced the defenseless body of the Goddess of Creation.

"......"

A pained sigh escaped, and the light subsided slightly.

Piercing her chest was the Gauddigemon, the Ten Thousand Thunder Sword. The overflowing purple lightning corroded the Goddess of Creation's body.

"......Transcendent One..."

The Goddess of Creation spoke to the figure who had pierced her with the sword.

"......Who do you hate...?"

It was a gentle voice.

"Do you hate God? Do you hate humans?"

The Goddess of Creation extended her hand towards the one who was trying to take her life.

"Or do you hate this world?"

The only response was a gaze filled with hatred.

"Even if you erase me here, it's the same. Even if you become a Agent of God, you will not be saved. Even if you gain the power of God, your hatred will burn you, scorch your soul."

Without hesitation, the Transcendent One pushed the thunder sword further into the Goddess of Creation.

"You are filled with hatred. That's why I chose you, why I reached out to you. But I couldn't save you from that hatred. I couldn't stop you."

The Goddess of Creation's body became translucent. Her life was about to end.

"But,"

As if clinging to a last hope, she said,

"Someday, somewhere, not now, not here, I will free you from your hatred."

A magic circle appeared on the Goddess of Creation's body. A dazzling reincarnation light was emitted.

The Transcendent One ran purple lightning through the Ten Thousand Thunder Sword, piercing the light and interfering with the magic. The reincarnation light was distorted.

"Hurt me, humiliate me all you wish. If it will save you even a little, if it brings you the slightest bit of peace. But remember,"

As if the light particles were dissipating into mist, the Goddess of Creation's body vanished.

"Someday, even that burning hatred will be scorched by the Demon King who will come here."

With those words,

The Transcendent One plunged the Ten Thousand Thunder Sword into the "Moon of Creation."

A dazzling flash of lightning illuminated the wasteland.

As if lifted by the pillars of order, the sunken canopy slowly rose upwards. Thus, the selection trial was completed, and the first Agent of God was born.