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Main Text: 008. The World? Nothing More Than a Canvas That Can Be Freely Painted Over.
At the same moment.
Over here.
Griseo, who had already been critically wounded and was on the verge of death, trembled as she pointed at the familiar yet strange little girl before her. For a long while, she could not say a word.
Her heart was filled with shock.
"You... You! You are..."
"Luckily, I got here in time, Daddy. If I'd been any later, you would have been thoroughly cooked."
Little Griseo spoke in the same flat, emotionless manner as always, seeming a little dazed and a little aloof.
In truth, she was quite happy and even had the mood to joke around.
The moment the Ark docked and arrived at this point in time,
Little Griseo withdrew it into her own body.
Since ship girls could manifest warships, the Ark naturally could do the same.
They could cancel the appearance of their warships.
Little Griseo could, of course, do it as well.
The Ark was simply a little too large.
It was nearly a quarter of Mercury's diameter in length.
Even someone practically blind could see it.
Just think of it as her hiding her Ark inside her own Imaginary Space, where it could not be observed or seen.
In the end, the only one who had truly set foot in this spacetime was Little Griseo herself.
Small, soft, and fragrant...
A relatively small target.
It was also less likely to attract attention.
The system she had created was equipped with the Ark's AI, and Little Griseo had granted it quite a few permissions.
One of them was the ability to replace Little Griseo as a higher-dimensional observer, allowing it to objectively analyze the current situation from a higher-dimensional perspective.
Thus,
she knew in an instant what exactly was happening on this timeline.
She also knew where she had landed.
What were the causes and effects of everything? What had happened from beginning to end?
More importantly,
although Little Griseo had spent all her time in the Sea of Quanta and had never truly experienced these events herself,
she was still able to understand every detail.
Thanks to that,
she had been able to draw a doorway in the space before her with her paintbrush in an instant.
She passed through the doorway.
Then she arrived where Griseo was.
Using her paintbrush, she erased every wound on his body.
Only then did she bring him here...
In fact, the paintbrush was somewhat like a magic wand used for casting spells.
It was not that Little Griseo could not do these things without it.
Rather, with the paintbrush, she could unconsciously focus her mind more easily, making it more convenient to manipulate her power and much less tiring.
It was like how Ultraman might be able to transform directly,
but still needed a transformation device to assist him.
The system Little Griseo had created for herself, which helped her manage her own abilities, served a similar purpose.
It saved her a lot of trouble.
She liked it very much.
When Little Griseo found Griseo, he had actually almost stopped breathing.
His condition was not much better than Kevin had imagined.
However... that made sense!
The fact that Griseo had been able to leave behind an intact corpse before being swallowed by the pseudo-black hole was already the result of Kevin showing mercy.
Otherwise!
With the terrifying heat of Heavenly Fire Unleashed,
even from a distance, it could probably have vaporized a person in an instant.
Why use bait?
It was precisely to avoid important areas and places where civilians lived, and to use a designated area capable of minimizing losses to bear the power of Heavenly Fire.
That was why Griseo had accepted this mission without any intention of returning.
He also knew that he could not go back.
But!
He had already been dead.
Yet Little Griseo had forcibly and unreasonably rewritten the fact of his death, just like an author adding a new setting to a character on a canvas...
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