No One to Pray To

"What... happened to me?"

"..."

In the Wooden House, before Ryan.

At some point, the fisherman's expression and body had gradually changed from ferocious to peaceful, and from decrepit to healthy.

Time seemed to be flowing backward over his body. The traces and pain of the past faded away one by one.

Awakening from the phantom dream, Andre felt as though he had been reborn.

"You... no, are you a divine messenger sent by the gods to save me?"

"I knew it! The gods heard my prayers! They haven't abandoned their believers!"

Andre spoke excitedly as he gazed at the figure before him, which resembled the person from his phantom dream.

He could swear that although the fisherman had been a devout believer throughout his life, his faith in the gods at this moment was absolutely ten times, a hundred times greater than before.

Nothing could inspire someone's gratitude more than pulling them out of the Abyss... Yet at that very moment, an unfamiliar female voice suddenly rang out in the Wooden House.

"No. Although I don't know who the gods you're talking about are, he definitely isn't a believer of the gods from your world."

"There probably isn't a single god in this world with the time to save mortals anymore... Your world is already beyond saving."

Clotho spoke softly, the shock in her eyes not yet gone.

She couldn't imagine what she had just witnessed: the Poison of Fate borne by one living being had been extracted by another living being, then imposed upon himself.

Even though this was a destroyed Foreign Domain, such a thing was still far beyond her understanding.

Though astonished, Clotho still corrected the human's statement.

Ryan couldn't possibly be a god from another domain. She could still determine that much.

"Isn't he?"

Andre