Bacteria in a Petri Dish Dare Talk About Scheduling?

The air seemed to have been sucked dry, and the entire Principal's Office fell into a suffocating silence.

The desk polished from Ancient God Spine cracked into countless fine spiderweb fissures of Non-Existence the moment Moro uttered the word "bet."

The once-indestructible divine bone now groaned under the strain, as though hundreds of tons of mercury had been forcibly poured into it.

"People... above?"

Clang.

The short Divine Metal sword Little White had been using to cut Demon Cores fell from her hand.

She did not bother picking it up, nor did she care whether the skirt of her embarrassingly revealing Maid Outfit had ridden up.

She abruptly stepped forward, her high heels crushing the floor beneath them. Pointing at the Holographic Projection, her voice screeched like fingernails frantically scraping across a blackboard.

"What bullshit are you spouting?!"

"You mean this universe... has a property manager?"

Little White's chest heaved violently, and cracks from the collapse of her worldview reflected in her violet-gold eyes.

"I am the Abyss Mother Goddess! I am Apolium! I am the end point of chaos and entropy!"

She stared fixedly at Moro's refined, nauseatingly smug old face, trying to find even the slightest flaw.

"I've lived through countless Eras! Devoured Non-Existence's countless civilizations! Witnessed Ragnarok with my own eyes!"

"If there really is an 'above' to this universe, why have I never seen it? Why hasn't the Great Universe Will even given me a pop-up notification?"

"Even those opponents who once competed with me, desperately fighting to attain the Dao, all eventually became ghosts beneath my feet!"

The more Little White spoke, the more out of control she became. She suddenly swung her hand, sending a pitch-black stream of Abyssal Demonic Energy whipping toward the projection like a venomous lash.

"Stop playing god! This is