I believed I had once again overestimated how reliable the God Race was when it came to time. Father God had said he only wanted to wander around a little longer, but he actually came back three days later.
Should I have been glad that he returned before the next millennium's New Year's gala?
"Actually, I went somewhere deeper. Of course, I probably didn't leave this universe," Father God explained when he returned on the morning of the third day. "It was mainly to precisely measure whether the information mutation in this world is 'uniform.' The conclusion matched our previous guess. I also discovered something interesting: worlds influenced by two Void Creatures seem to have different marking methods. Yes, those extremely subtle information points. The information markers I found in your world and mine are somewhat different. Next time, I'll have that crazy girl over in Huron inspect her own territory too. Maybe this is a Void Creature's ID number—oh, right, that's what it's called, isn't it? An ID number?"
I was deeply astonished by how much Father God knew about this world. He even knew about the identity cards used by Earthlings.
"I mainly saw lots of ads for people handling ID cards at the long-distance bus station," Father God said. "It left a particularly deep impression on me."
Me: "..."
Early this morning, Little Pao Pao had been dragged off by her mother for an examination. For the past two days, the mother and daughter had practically been inseparable. Ever since discovering that Little Pao Pao was very likely a completely new form of host, Bubble had not dared let her daughter run around recklessly, terrified that she might get bumped or bruised. Though she had always spoiled Little Pao Pao terribly, she had now taken it to