What on Earth Do You Want to Do?

Human World.

Countless gods looked up at the starry sky.

When that streak of brilliance swept past, they merely watched with curiosity, but when a sharp pain shot through their wrists, they finally understood what was happening.

"Damn it."

"What is going on?"

"I can't move my hand."

"This communicator seems to have grown into my hand."

Those gods panicked.

They discovered in shock that even gods could not avoid it.

Something in that communicator had pierced into their bodies, and some kind of power seemed to be spreading within, continuously extending inward and controlling them.

Thump.

Until they knelt.

Kneeling on the ground to welcome that streak of flowing light.

"There is something wrong with this communicator..."

"We've been controlled."

"Abominable."

Those gods were furious.

They had felt only curiosity and wonder toward the communicator.

Never had they imagined.

It would become their greatest weakness.

Plop!

Someone was extremely decisive.

Before the power of that communicator covered their whole body, they chopped off their own arm without hesitation. They would rather expend huge amounts of power to reconstruct their bodies than be controlled.

Swish!

Swish!

Quite a few gods did the same thing.

And some.

Those who hesitated for a moment were completely controlled, because by the time they wanted to chop, they found that they could no longer self-harm, as a mysterious power was stopping them.

The power inside that communicator.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

"What on earth is this?"

"I don't know."

"Hell, does this kind of power exist in the world?"

They were shocked and angry.

No one knew.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it didn't.

Even if this kind of controlling power existed, it was full of flaws. The stronger the control, the harsher the conditional restrictions, yet they had simply delivered themselves right into it!