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... God.

Opinions differ as to whether or not a person named Celestial God actually existed.

Some say that it was just a story that needed to be told when building the academy because why would a god be interested in the world, while others argue that Celestial God was real, saying that only a god could have created the floating island in the sky.

In fact, at this point, it doesn’t really matter if it’s real or not since the young people here are not interested in such things ...

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