The Loophole

For offending Heaven, whether the Goddess of Fate counted as "Heaven" to the living beings of Khaos, Ryan was not entirely sure.

But to the Hermenu World, which had already "died" and whose sole remaining fragments still struggled on, the figure standing atop the Primordial Water could probably be called "Heaven."

Yet as he traveled onward, Ryan's condition, as the form of Heaven's other half walking among mortals, had grown increasingly like that of an ordinary human.

Andre, who had seen little of the world, might not have noticed this. Even if he had, he might not have been able to discern the changes behind it.

But Clotho, who stayed by Ryan's side, had noticed.

Time flowed on, and several more months passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, beside a road several hundred miles outside Thebes, an old man who had been driven out of a settlement collapsed onto the ground.

Blood-colored marks resembling scarlet eyes covered his body, and the wounds he had accumulated over the years erupted all at once.

Without a doubt, the old man was unfortunate. During the first half of his life, he had traveled everywhere in a desperate struggle to keep his family alive. From dawn to dusk, he had never enjoyed even a moment's rest. During the second half of his life, he had encountered a disaster rarely seen in tens of millions of years, struggled through the calamity to this point, and was ultimately driven out by his descendants.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken... There were many people like him in this world.

When the wheels of an era rolled forward, there would always be an unfortunate generation that happened to endure all the suffering and toil, only to hand the fruits of their