Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

I lost. I knew that Leviathan had won this game without a doubt. Or rather, there was no winning or losing at all because, in my eyes, something bigger than the sky was just an amateur skit to kill time in Leviathan’s eyes.

I’d been wondering, what did Leviathan want by doing all this? To use fear to attract more believers? Obtaining some unknown precious treasure? Or was this a deterrent to the Goddess of Nature or some other gods to show off her great power and to gain more territory in the human world?

But now, I suddenly understood.

No, there was nothing. There was no purpose, no desire, and no one could think of anything.

It was just a game. Even if a race was destroyed, countless people were displaced and even lost their lives; it was nothing to Leviathan because we were just toys in her eyes.

When playing with a toy, who would think about what benefits they could get from it? Even if they could only get temporary, fragmented happiness or even damage the toys, these were unimportant because playing with them was very happy. To people, if the toys were broken, there would always be new ones to replace them.

Everything Leviathan did, as she said, was just for fun.

I suddenly felt that it was ridiculous because I had been fighting with the air for so long, and in the end, I found that all my struggles were in vain. What should be lost would still be lost, and what should die would still die.

What about Azazel? I didn’t seem to know why Azazel wanted to appear in the world so much. Was it really just to take revenge on me? Or was he, like Leviathan, tired of the long and endless life, so he wanted to come to the human world to find a few unlucky people to entertain him?

Since that was the case, what else was there to do? If a god’s wisdom, schemes, and power were something that mortals could never hope to catch up to, then what was the point of struggling?

When I was nineteen, I could say, “Then, let me become a god” and make it a reality. I was still young, but everything had turned upside down. I was a mother in despair among the crowd, a wife who cried for her husband, and a daughter who had lost her child.

If one day, god destroyed everything I had, I had no choice but to curse fate for my powerlessness, just like all living beings.

After an unknown period, the surging stream of people stopped, and the one-hour time limit had long passed.

When they realized the flood would not rise after an hour, many people gave up on the city gate and ran to the roof to wait for the flood to subside. Thus, an ironic scene happened. The people who tried their best to squeeze into the front of the crowd to leave the city might not necessarily survive. On the contrary, most people who were left behind or even gave up on themselves were safe.

Many nobles and mayors left the ‘land of trouble’ as soon as they left the city. Some of them were gentlemen who had a conscience and left their lives to the old, the weak, women, and children. Some of them were losers who did not make it to the front of the crowd, and some were confident that the matter would be solved smoothly, so they were calm.

The last type was specifically for people like the president.

“The crisis has been resolved, Your Excellency, thanks to your wise decision.” He walked over and pretended to be flattering or sarcastic.

The Great Elder glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

His silence made the president think that it was just a form of submission, so he ‘suggested’ in high spirits, “Are you alright? Many elderly were frightened by the disaster. The flood made them uneasy, and their joints protested and went on strike. Please don’t misunderstand. I don’t mean anything else. I’m just thinking for everyone. After all, you still must lead the government and lead everyone to rebuild the palace.”

“There’s no need,” the Great Elder said.

“It’s better to have a check-up. Health is not a small matter. Is your doctor here? Or did he escape from the city? If you don’t mind, I can...”

“No, there’s no need to check,” the Great Elder interrupted him coldly. “I know my own body well. Even if the doctor came, he would not be able to extend the life of an old piece of wood.”

The president was still consoling him hypocritically, “Don’t give up so quickly. Please believe in the skills of doctors and masters. You should know that many old people in the northern territory have longevity-extending cures...”

Without waiting for him to finish, the Great Elder suddenly reached out and took off the badge on his chest. It was a very ancient, even a little rough, silver emerald badge. It was said to be an antique from many years ago. It came from the hands of the first Elf King to be crowned by the Goddess of Nature, representing absolute power and dignity.

Such an incomparably precious badge was like a rock in the eyes of the Great Elder. He casually tossed the badge to the president and said expressionlessly, “There is no need. If you want it, I’ll give it to you.”

It was only then that I realized that when he first said ‘there is no need’, he wasn’t referring to a physical examination, but ‘leading the government’.

The Great Elder was going to resign?