Astral World

Alice looked at Grischa Adam with a pleading gaze. She had always feared the Fallen Mother God—not quite psychological trauma, but an instinctive fear of someone on a higher level.

—Put simply, she had chickened out.

Grischa Adam was clearly no stranger to her habit of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. He readily agreed to her request and brought Alice to the Astral World.

In appearance, this place resembled the Cosmos, but as a realm formed from symbols and authorities, it was actually very different from reality.

If Alice had to describe it, she thought the Astral World was more like a texture map, as though the designer had been lazy and failed to finish the modeling. Take the symbol of "The Sun," For example: from afar, it looked like a sun-like star hanging in the sky, radiating light and heat. Only upon approaching did she discover that the Astral World there was like a black Curtain, with the sun directly painted onto it in greasepaint, surrounded by a heap of concepts and symbols.

And that sun had not been painted very well. It looked like the random scribble of a child with no artistic skill—both ridiculous and horrifying.

Alice frowned as she looked at it, then tilted her head and Asked Subconsciously, "Um... Sir... I remember that God's Honorific Name also includes 'Lord of the Astral World'?"

Grischa Adam nodded.

Alice frowned even more deeply. Looking at that pile of children's doodles, she asked in a strange tone:

"Were these... painted by you?"

"...No," Grischa Adam denied. "I have never Become a true Omniscient and Omnipotent One, and naturally, I have never Become a true Lord of the Astral World either."

Alice froze for a moment and Asked Subconsciously, "Were these painted by the former Lord of