I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 112

Crown Prince Raizeol lay in bed, gripping his terminal.

Today was the day—the final chapter of the Pantheon Statue storyline was being released.

After the sudden boss raid that had erupted out of nowhere, he couldn't wait to see how the story would unfold.

The battle had come without any prior announcement, but that hadn't stopped him.

He had dropped everything and logged in immediately.

After all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event, far more important than any heir training session.

Sure, he had worried that the Emperor might summon him afterward to scold him for skipping lessons.

But as it turned out, the Emperor himself had put off matters of state to join the raid—so nothing came of it.

As soon as he launched the game, his consciousness sank.

A strange, weightless sensation engulfed his entire body, as though he were passing through the walls of dimensions.

And then—

Flash!

The Pantheon unfolded before him, its twelve statues surrounding him in a grand circle.

"Oh."

Seated elegantly in a lavish chair, Queen Thystina turned a page in her book before setting down her monocle and rising to greet him.

She approached with graceful steps.

"The hero who felled the Dark Dragon has arrived."

"Hero? ...Oh."

Raizeol quickly realized she was referring to the boss raid from before.

But I didn’t take it down alone. There were other players, too. Is she just going to gloss over that?

Wait—how does this game even explain me fighting alongside other players?

The [Akashic Archive] wasn’t an MMO. Players never interacted directly within the story.

And yet, in that raid, they had.

It was just one of the many mysteries left lingering after the battle with Beidos.

"We showed you our stories and allowed you to learn from them because you were the only one who could bring down that Dark Dragon."

"We, the Twelve Gods, wished to entrust you with the culmination of our strength to strike down Beidos. Of course... we never expected the dragon to act first."

Thystina began to explain why she had placed him within the statue narratives in the first place.

Ages ago, Beidos the Celestial Dragon had been barely defeated by the efforts of the Dragon Knights and other Constellations.

For eons, the preparations for its return had been set in motion.

The seal was bound to collapse, but thanks to the sacrifices of past heroes, they had managed to slay the dragon before that could happen.

However, utterly destroying Beidos—including its lingering remnants and will—had been impossible.

"So you were raising me to finish off the last traces of Beidos?"

"Something like that. The Constellations could not vanquish it themselves. But you, an individual untethered to any world, a mere reserve Curator, held the potential to do so."

So that was why the Curator had assigned him to her.

Every lesson he had endured—every story he had witnessed—had been part of a larger plan to prepare him for Beidos.

Only now did it all begin to make sense.

The fragmented narratives, the seemingly unconnected tales—

They had all been pointing toward one singular entity.

"Everything I learned..."

From Great Chieftain Yastora to Queen Thystina—

Every single tale had been a prelude to the war against Beidos.

"But for some reason, Beidos made the first move."

The Dark Dragon shouldn't have awakened for a long time yet.

And yet, it had suddenly broken free.

"The Abyss must have interfered."

Beidos had been engulfed in Abyssal energy, breaking free from its seal.

And once it fully restored its original strength, it launched an invasion into the [Akashic Archive].

That emergency boss battle had been the result.

"People were freaking out, saying the Beidos raid felt too real—like something was happening in reality."

...Was that actually part of the story all along?

No matter how well-made the game was, reality was a stretch.

Even he, a diehard fan of Versia, couldn't fully believe it.

(Although, of course, Versia was real.)

"Fortunately, the [Archive] still retained its Emergency Protocols—a hidden power that allowed us to borrow the strength of reserve Curators."

"Reserve Curators...?"

Wasn’t he the only reserve Curator?

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"Curators from parallel dimensions," Thystina said.

"Your Curator called it ‘parallel worlds,’ but I don’t quite understand. He can explain it to you later."

Parallel dimensions?

Raizeol wasn’t entirely sure what she meant.

But it sounded an awful lot like she was talking about other players.

"Regardless, you performed admirably. You brought down Beidos—even without following my curriculum. You are our hero, Raizeol."

And that was... it?

Raizeol felt a deep sense of emptiness.

After everything—after following all those stories—he had expected something bigger.

A grander revelation, some kind of major twist beyond what had already been revealed.

But this was it?

To be fair, Beidos had been terrifying.

Just standing before the dragon had sent a chill through his entire body, making his hands tremble uncontrollably.

If he had fought alone, without the aid of other players, he wouldn’t have stood a chance.

Even now, he could still feel it—

The rush of dodging Beidos’s breath attack, the thrill of driving his blade into its throat.

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The sensation of that final strike was seared into his memory.

It had been a battle unlike any other.

And yet—

"This is really... the end?"

It felt too abrupt.

Too anticlimactic.

"Regrettably, our time together ends here."

"It has been a pleasure, Reserve Curator Raizeol."

He hadn't even met the other Constellations properly—

And now, Thystina was wrapping everything up?

After all this build-up, this was all the final chapter had to offer?

"Hmph... but it’s strange."

Thystina tilted her head.

"The Curator who was supposed to retrieve you... isn’t here."

"How odd. He may seem eccentric, but he never breaks an appointment."

She frowned.

Her expression shifted—

Like something wasn’t right.

"...No way."

Thystina's expression hardened.

"That can't be. But this..."

The atmosphere grew heavy.

"...Raizeol."

"What is it?"

So it wasn’t over.

"It seems something has happened to the Curator."

She clasped her hands, divine energy radiating between her palms.

Light gathered, bending the space around them.

"I thought the Abyss's schemes ended with Beidos, but I was mistaken."

"Explain. Now."

"It was a diversion. While our focus was on Beidos, the Abyss launched a different attack. Damn it. No wonder Beidos revived earlier than expected—it was all part of their plan."

So that was it.

This episode wasn’t over yet.

Raizeol stepped into the dimensional rift Thystina had opened.

As he passed through the corridor of fractured space, a devastated Akashic Archive stretched before him.

"This place is..."

The familiar halls, once filled with endless bookshelves—

Now lay in ruins.

Charred bookshelves, reduced to ash.

Scattered pages, torn and drifting through the air.

And worst of all—

The bodies of the Curator.

Vrrrrrm...

A chilling presence coalesced nearby.

Abyssal black smoke swirled, condensing into a humanoid silhouette.

It took the shape of a person—yet remained featureless, nothing but a shadow.

Raizeol couldn’t tell if it was male or female, human or something else entirely.

Creak—creak!

The shadow twisted its head, as if warming up its body.

"Raizeol! It's coming!"

Thystina’s warning came just as the shadow vanished—

And reappeared right in front of him.

"Tch!"

Raizeol barely raised his sword in time to block the attack.

BOOM!

The force sent him flying, slamming into a collapsed bookshelf.

"So this... is the true enemy of the Abyss."

Shaking off the debris, Raizeol rose to his feet.

His body activated, triggering his character’s latent abilities.

LV. ??? – Abyssal Raider

The boss battle had begun.

***

"A perfect climax and conclusion. It lacks nothing."

"Thank you for the praise."

Luckily, despite being rushed, the ending had turned out well.

"A battle where the protagonist gathers the strength of all the gods they encountered to defeat their foe—truly a beautiful narrative. So that’s why my in-game self kept mentioning ‘education’ all this time."

"Hah, I’m just relieved you liked it."

In Earth’s games, this kind of sequence was common—

Where the player revisits past connections, leading to one final awakening before the climactic battle.

Yes, it was cliché, but it was also the best way to make players feel like their journey mattered.

To heighten the emotions, to tie everything together—it was a tried and tested formula.

And now, the Pantheon Saga followed that very pattern.

Originally, the plan involved all Twelve Gods—

But with last-minute adjustments, it had been condensed to Thystina and eight gods.

Even so, the impact remained immense—

A story where bonds formed through past struggles fueled one final battle, allowing players to transcend their limits.

But here, in this world—

Where no one had ever seen such a trope before—

It didn’t even feel cliché.

It felt like a revelation.

"But... there is one problem."

"...Huh? What part?"

"The scene where the Reserve Curator gathers our power to defeat the Abyss—that is flawless. However..."

Thystina’s gaze sharpened.

"Why does the Curator lose?"

"Ah, that’s to give the boss more weight, so the player feels a greater sense of achievement."

"No. That is wrong."

"...It is?"

"Yes. The Curator—the one who manages the entire Akashic Archive. You mean to tell me that they were defeated by a mere Abyssal being? That makes no sense."

"Well, I mean..."

"You may not fully understand, but allow me to explain."

Suddenly, Thystina conjured a chalkboard using divine energy.

She began mapping out previous story arcs, organizing past narrative details to prove her point.

"If you recall the Orpheus storyline, the Curator’s power was clearly demonstrated."

"Based on that alone, a single Abyssal entity should not have been able to defeat them."

Of course, I had never written that detail.

The Curator’s true abilities were still a hidden mystery.

But as Thystina kept lecturing, I started feeling uncertain.

Wait... does that mean the Curator shouldn’t have lost?

Was she right?

Had I written it wrong?

She spoke with such confidence—

As if the truth had always been that way.