Worries About the Future

Gilgamesh, who had once seen just how monstrous the Mad God was, knew very well how difficult he was to kill. Still, as long as he could be trapped, that was enough.

Once this Singularity was resolved, whatever happened to the Mad God would have nothing to do with this world.

Mo Li said, "I'll take the Mad God away and deal with him, so rest assured. Since he wasn't originally an existence of your world, there are no restrictions on how I handle him."

Now that the Mad God was trapped in the small world Mo Li had handcrafted, he was practically incapable of resisting. The flow of time around him had been slowed to the utmost limit. Even if the lifespan of the sun ran its course, it would still be nowhere near enough time for him to complete a single reaction.

Gilgamesh snorted. "That god who does nothing but cause trouble truly should be dealt with."

"Well then, everyone, we'll meet again later. I need to take the Mad God back first."

After bidding everyone farewell, Mo Li once again transformed into a chibi doll smaller than a palm and flew back into Ritsuka Fujimaru's hand, while this incarnation of his had already returned with the Mad God.

And rather than returning to FZ first, he went directly back to Mo Li's own inner world.

Mo Li recalled his incarnation, took the cage imprisoning the Mad God, and carefully considered how to deal with him.

There was no helping it. When the Mad God was sane, he had sought death and been instantly killed by Chaos. Chaos was far more advanced than the Mad God—he was a Dyson sphere of both science-fiction and fantasy, with stars as his power source.

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