I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 108

Boom!

“What the hell?! Give me my power back!”

“My attacks aren’t working!”

A sudden intrusion onto the battlefield—Abyssal Sludge.

As soon as that bizarre entity began interfering, the dominion of Dream’s Authority, which had been spread throughout the area, started to shatter.

With Dream’s Authority failing to function properly, the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} players, too, began losing the power they had been granted.

Was this one of the Abyssal Sludge’s allies? The same kind that ambushed me during the Demon God’s story?

And at a time like this...

I had always expected its allies to show up sooner or later.

That’s why I had been gathering investor deities connected to the concept of sin.

But to think they’d crash the moment an ancient evil god was about to resurrect...

The worst possible timing.

...Or maybe not.

It was possible this thing had revived the evil god itself.

Could I count on my investor deities for help?

I had managed to send out a message through my network, but this wasn’t the Celestial Realm.

Even if this place was partially within the domain of Dream’s Authority, it was still intertwined with the real world.

The constellations couldn’t descend here in their true forms.

If this had been within the fully established world of the [Akashic Archive], it wouldn’t have been too difficult for the constellations to manifest their true selves. But with Dream’s Authority crumbling, that was impossible.

The Abyssal Sludge sprayed some strange liquid, and the evil god began rampaging once more, regaining its Authority.

The odd thing was that, unlike before, it wasn’t speaking—just lashing out wildly.

As if it had lost all reason.

Like the corrupted dragons I had seen in the memories of the [Dragon Slayer].

Could it be... the Abyssal Sludge had reversed the corruption and taken control of Beidos?

“My characters are useless now?! This is bullsh*t!”

“Ring of the Underworld! Ring of the Underworld!”

Even the most experienced veteran players couldn’t fight without their hero characters’ abilities.

Stripped of their powers, they were nothing more than ordinary people—easily swept away by the evil god’s rampage.

The situation was turning dire.

“Curator. This is...”

“It looks like we have a problem. ...I’ll handle it.”

I swiftly expanded Dream’s Authority, trying to restore the domain.

This was practically a hacking attempt on the [Akashic Archive].

To block the Abyssal Sludge’s corruption, I activated every single emergency protocol I had prepared in advance.

“Too... fast.”

The protocols functioned properly, but the rate of corruption was even faster.

My restoration and defense capabilities couldn’t keep up with the Abyssal Sludge’s encroachment.

“Curator...”

Was my concern showing on my face?

Tystina approached me, looking worried.

“Thank you, Curator.”

Then, she stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

A soft, warm sensation pressed against my back.

“...Constellation?”

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to endure the voices echoing inside my head. Before I met you in the [Akashic Archive], I couldn’t even sleep.”

She rested her head against my shoulder.

“And now, you’ve come all the way here to save me. Like a prince on a white horse from an old fairytale.”

...Constellation?

Now is really not the time for this.

“You are my salvation, Curator. You are my hero. I will never forget you.”

“Why are you saying all this, all of a sudden...”

I turned my head toward her—only to realize her avatar was glowing brightly.

“...Descent?”

A god wasn’t supposed to interfere directly in the mortal world.

Normally, deities would send down an avatar, a vessel to act in their stead.

Even that alone consumed a massive amount of divinity, making it difficult to sustain.

But there was something beyond that—a true Descent.

Bringing the god’s true self into their avatar.

A miracle beyond miracles.

But for a god to do this, they had to endure an astronomical amount of divine strain.

Most gods simply couldn’t bear the cost. That’s why Descent was a final, desperate measure—one that often resulted in their obliteration.

Which meant...

“W-Wait! Constellation!”

She was about to drag her true self down here, fully prepared to be erased in the process.

“I love you, my dear Curator.”

A brilliant light engulfed her avatar.

But—

A deep hum.

Her avatar blurred.

“...?”

Her Descent had been canceled.

“Sorry, but the ‘prince’ nickname is already taken.”

“...Wisdom?”

Standing behind Tystina—was Ji-Hye.

And at the same time—

BOOOOOM!

A thunderous roar shook the battlefield.

Something had burst forth from the void and struck the evil dragon head-on.

The evil dragon, its eyes rolled back, let out a silent scream as it collapsed.

“Sorry I’m late, my prince.”

Ji-Hye smiled at me.

***

Countless souls surrounded Beydia.

“Don’t you resent my sister?”

—A little.

—She’s not all sunshine and rainbows.

—Taking us back after we were freed was kind of cruel.

“Then... why are you...”

Beydia knew what her sister had done to them. There was no way to justify it.

She had taken souls who had suffered under the evil dragon’s torment—souls who had finally been freed—and used them to ascend as a Constellation.

And worse, their captor, the one who had ground them into soul-forged fuel, was none other than her sister—the leader of that very organization.

It wouldn’t be strange if they despised her. If they wanted to see her dead.

—That’s what we thought at first.

—But after being with your sister, our minds changed.

“...What?”

—Did you really think we saw nothing?

—We know you two were taken when you were little, long before you understood anything.

—And your sister... she secretly put out the soul-forging flames whenever she could, trying to ease our suffering.

“That’s...”

—Most importantly, she’s the one who killed that bastard evil god.

—Yeah! Whatever happened after, she freed us from that hell!

—That alone is reason enough to help.

“...Thank you, everyone.”

Beydia felt them—countless souls flowing into her. A warmth unlike anything she had ever known.

These souls, numbering beyond measure, had chosen this path of their own free will.

A unity of hope and purpose. A path of radiant light, incomparable to the wicked road of oppression and agony that the evil god had carved.

“I will save you.”

A surge of divine power.

An explosive flood of energy gathered as one—

Beydia shed her former self.

[The Little Lord of the Night gathers the wishes of all.]

“H-Hey! What’s that?!”

“The... Little Lord of the Night...?”

Players surrounding the evil dragon Beidos suddenly looked up as radiant beams of light pierced through the sky.

“So beautiful...”

Their gazes were drawn to the wondrous sight.

“Wait... why am I crying...?”

“Sister?”

“Beydia... my beloved little sister...”

A divine being soared across the sky like a brilliant meteor.

Those who bore witness to this moment of creation felt something wash over them—

—Your name is Beydia, isn’t it?

—I am Tystina.

Beydia and Tystina.

The story of their meeting, of everything to come...

[More wishes gather toward the Little Lord of the Night.]

Their wishes transformed into power—

And then—

BOOOOOOM!

A single beam of light pierced through the evil dragon.

That thing almost devoured an entire dimension?

Pathetic.

***

The Shadow of the Abyss withdrew from the realm of dreams.

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A space existing between dream and reality.

There, the Shadow had been locked in a tug-of-war with the Master of Dreams, both vying for control.

No—it seemed the corruption was winning.

But then—an unforeseen variable.

A newborn god had suddenly appeared, tipping the scales.

With the evil god, the source of corruption, destroyed, Dream’s Authority reclaimed its hold.

The Shadow had lost its leverage.

It needed another way.

The Shadow quickly pulled back from the world of dreams.

This operation was a failure.

The irregular wasn’t secured.

But that was fine.

Now, the irregular had been identified. Help could be sought.

And now, the Shadow had seen firsthand the extent of Dream’s Authority.

Next time, it would not lose.

ZZZZZT—

A dimensional rift tore open.

The Shadow stepped through, intending to retreat into the depths of the Abyss.

But—

...?

Something was wrong.

The rift had opened. The Shadow had stepped through.

But the world had not changed.

The Shadow had crossed dimensions—only to find itself back in the same one.

An anomaly beyond comprehension.

The Shadow realized something had gone terribly wrong.

“When did you start thinking you had left the dream?”

SHATTER.

The illusion cracked.

!!!!

The Shadow finally understood.

It had never left.

The Shadow was still inside the dream.

A chill ran down its spine.

A long-forgotten sensation flooded its mind.

Fear.

“You went through all that effort, only to screw it up at the end and make me look bad.”

The Shadow’s body froze.

Was it because of this unfamiliar terror? Or was it Dream’s Authority suppressing it?

The Shadow could no longer tell.