I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 107

"What, is this just an AoE pattern? How basic."

"The belly is all soft! Weak point, maybe?"

"The head's tilting! Breath attack incoming! Move to the corners!"

The battlefield was packed with players.

They weren’t perfectly coordinated—this was their first time fighting this boss, after all.

Some were getting in each other’s way, and the occasional argument broke out.

But that didn’t matter.

Because the sheer number of players was an insurmountable force against Beidos.

Tens of thousands of warriors, each wielding the power of heroes.

Battle-hardened, fearless, relentless.

Even as Beidos unleashed breath attacks and waves of destruction, the players refused to back down.

[Begone, you insignificant pests! Do you even know who I am?!]

But even the Dark God’s immortal body was beginning to crumble.

"Health is below 25%!"

"Watch for berserk mode! He might have a second phase!"

[FILTHY MORTALS!]

What the gods themselves could not do—

The players were achieving with ease.

Far away, a small shadow watched from a distance.

Observing.

Calculating.

Waiting.

'So this is... the power that neutralized Â̵̳̅ļ̴̛̤͓̩̙̜͙͚̜̎̀͂̉͒͜i̵̧̡̜͔̩̘͒͗̉̓͜͝c̶̛̘̦̟̪͓̼͍͚̃̄̍̔͆̑̏̓͌̑̏̈̉̏e̶̢̛̹̼͇̩̥̩͎̠̫̝̥̥̋̿̈́̇̀̎͗̀͋͊̍͂̿͗͜.'

Beidos had been fully resurrected—strong enough to shatter this dimension.

And yet, even gods weren’t stepping in.

Why?

Because of this.

Because of this horrifyingly unique scene.

Something unprecedented across all known dimensions.

'The power that erased her without a trace...'

'...I think I understand why she never returned.'

Watching it happen firsthand, and yet still not understanding the logic.

An impossible Authority that overwrote reality itself.

Summoning hundreds of thousands of warriors to hunt a single being.

They weren’t illusions.

Each one was a living mortal.

Given power, purpose, and a singular target.

This wasn't just some minor disruption.

This was an anomaly beyond anomalies.

'But...'

'That doesn’t mean it can’t be dealt with.'

Seizing the opportunity—

The shadow leapt into the sky.

And from that peak of darkness—

A black tide erupted, spreading in all directions.

"What’s this black liquid?"

"Gross. This second phase is nasty."

"Ugh. The floor is all sticky. I hate it."

The corrupting ooze spread relentlessly.

Filling every corner of the battlefield.

Until—

WUUUUNG!

The Authority of Dreams cracked.

[HAHAHAHA! I KNEW YOU WOULDN’T FAIL ME!]

Through the fractures, the Dark God’s true power returned.

"My Ring of the /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ Underworld isn't activating!"

"I... I can’t move...!"

The players’ dream-powered enhancements began to fade.

The battlefield was collapsing.

[W-Wait! You! You’re BETRAYING ME?!]

Beidos’s pupils dilated, his mind clouded.

The black mist poured into him, infecting his already twisted soul.

[Dark God. Do what you must.]

The shadow gazed down upon him with cold detachment.

The irregularity had been identified.

Now, it just needed to be removed.

If they could eliminate this battlefield and capture the anomaly, then—

They might just find Â̵̳̅ļ̴̛̤͓̩̙̜͙͚̜̎̀͂̉͒͜i̵̧̡̜͔̩̘͒͗̉̓͜͝c̶̛̘̦̟̪͓̼͍͚̃̄̍̔͆̑̏̓͌̑̏̈̉̏e̶̢̛̹̼͇̩̥̩͎̠̫̝̥̥̋̿̈́̇̀̎͗̀͋͊̍͂̿͗͜.

The enslaved Dark Dragon roared, unleashing his power once more.

And the Authority of Dreams began to break apart.

***

The past came rushing back—memories long buried, now laid bare.

“Why, why are you doing this, Sister?!”

“I’m sorry, Beydia. This is... his order.”

“His? You mean... the Celestial God ordered this?”

“...Yes. He commanded me to kill you.”

“W-Why...?”

That day—when my sister tried to kill me—I would never forget the shock.

She was the only person I could trust in the Organization.

The only one I believed in.

The only family I had left.

And she tried to kill me.

CRACK.

CRASH.

“......Hmph. From that height, there’s no way she survived.”

At the time, I thought I had escaped by sheer luck.

That I had somehow survived the impossible.

But looking back now—

I knew the truth.

She had let me live.

She had fooled everyone—including me.

Pretending to kill me to satisfy the Dark God’s order, while secretly saving me.

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"I’m sorry, Beydia... I’m so sorry... Please forgive me...”

I had survived—

Only to find her crying alone in the dark.

And from that day forward—

Her suffering never stopped.

As the First Apostle of the Dark God—the Queen of Night—

She carried out his will, aiding in his resurrection.

But behind the scenes, she plotted against him.

She expanded her influence, carefully manipulating his forces.

She studied the Soul Furnace, where countless sacrificed souls fueled the Dark God’s domain.

And all the while—

His voice echoed in her mind.

The Dark God's whispers clawing at her sanity.

But she endured.

For me.

For my survival.

Then—the time came.

The Dragonslayer and her dragon stormed the Organization’s defenses.

And my sister...

She let them in.

The Dark God’s domain should have crushed them.

But she knew—

This was their only chance.

So, she plunged the dagger she had spent years sharpening.

She destroyed the Soul Furnace.

She destroyed the Dark God’s domain.

And for the first time—

Beidos, the Dark Dragon, was left vulnerable.

The Dragonslayer and her partner did not hesitate.

They ended him.

It was over.

Everything was over.

My sister smiled.

She thought that, finally, things would be right again.

That she would come back to me.

That she would tell me everything.

That she would apologize.

That we would live together, somewhere peaceful, free from all of this.

And then—

Beidos came back.

Not as a living dragon.

Not as a divine being.

But as a fragment of malice, a piece of his shattered soul—

A remnant of cursed divinity, clinging to existence.

"B-Beidos...?”

[I see. So it was you.]

[You betrayed me... for HER.]

He had lost his power, his flesh—

But he still had enough left to kill a single human.

And that human—

Was me.

Darkness descended upon me.

I could feel my soul unraveling.

"N-No!"

And then—

My sister jumped.

She couldn’t stop the Dark God.

She couldn’t fight the curse.

But she could make a choice.

She sacrificed herself to the Soul Furnace.

"I’m sorry, everyone."

"But I... I have to protect Beydia."

The screams of a thousand tortured souls surrounded her.

Their anger, their hatred, their pain—

All of it devouring her.

She should have died there.

She should have faded away.

But instead—

She was reborn.

Not as a mortal.

Not as a human.

But as the Constellation of the Night.

The last thing she did before becoming a god—

Was curse me.

A golden seal, shackling my mind.

She erased the truth from me.

She made me hate her.

So that I would never remember.

So that I would never be hunted by the Dark God’s lingering malice.

And she wiped her own memories, too.

She cut out the pain.

She cut out her regrets.

She left behind only what was necessary to keep moving forward.

For centuries, she lived in solitude.

Carrying the weight of her sins alone.

Fighting so that I could be free.

"Sister... Sister..."

Why, Sister... Why did you...?!

[So, do you understand now?]

The Goddess of Wisdom’s voice echoed in my mind.

“...Yes. I understand now.”

The golden seal shattered.

And with it—

The souls trapped in the furnace flooded toward me.

Their rage, their suffering, their endless desire for vengeance—

Became my divinity.

[Go.]

[Do what must be done.]

The path opened before me.

And I saw him.

Beidos.

The one true enemy.

The thing that had taken everything from us.

Now.

Now, I could end it.

"Sister... I’ll save you."

***

The Goddess of Wisdom smiled, watching from afar.

"Now that’s what I call devotion, kid."