A weathered yet unrestrained voice echoed through the Abandoned Tower.
"I have begun hunting gods."
Sean's heart jolted, then he shook his head with a laugh.
This really did seem like something I would do...
That arrogant yet casual voice continued.
"Hunting gods, not for any other reason, but to learn more secrets and gain more wondrous abilities. After all, I must keep passing the most wondrous things into my own hands—only by going farther down the path of magic can I make more thorough preparations."
"But there was still a problem, hahaha—" The voice burst into laughter, without a trace of regret in it. "Though I hold the gods of this world in little regard, they still bear the title of gods."
"Just as the world watches a robin's killer after the bird dies, and those who kill Unicorns for their blood are cursed, I too began to be cursed."
"The mists of the world began to shroud me, whether actively or passively. Many secrets and many wonders no longer opened their arms to me."
"And I understood that during this process of passing things on, I would be obstructed by all kinds of malice from the world. I did not know what form it would take, but it was all something I was bound to experience."
"Perhaps after countless Annihilated Timelines, Sean Wallop will no longer be able to reach the level of a god. Perhaps Sean Wallop will endure even more despair and sorrow. But that is what I deserve. That is what I seek."
"I do not care about such things, nor do I need the world to operate according to my will. I only want this world to retain a shred of hope."
"Take this incomplete authority. It will change with the completeness of the