There was nowhere to hide in the narrow passage, and the elevator behind Murphy had already closed.
The only path left to him was straight ahead, all the way to the plain-looking wooden door at the end. Calling it a road leading beyond the world seemed a little too unassuming, but considering that was just how the Creator was, it wasn't worth being too surprised.
After all, Murphy knew that the Creator's favorite drink was orange soda, and his fashion sense was terrible. He even liked running around the Worldheart's living quarters in flip-flops.
In a way, the guy was absurdly down-to-earth.
After all, how could anyone who liked wearing flip-flops be a bad person?
Am I right, Mr. Fire Cloud Evil God?
Of course, the person Murphy had to face now wasn't simply "Fire Cloud Evil God." Up ahead, Original Sin had taken control of Maredin's body and blocked the way.
Although Rinko had told Murphy this wasn't an enemy he could defeat with a sword, the dangerous psionic energy wrapped around Original Sin's clenched fists made Murphy's teeth ache.
His weapons had all been confiscated.
Supposedly, Rinko was going to have them repaired. Murphy hadn't been the only one battered by the Dark Sea; both of his blades had also been badly damaged. If he'd known he would have to fight the final battle with his bare fists, he would've found a few female fighters on the Otherworld Network and learned how to throw a punch.
Still, Murphy had a feeling that all the seemingly unrelated things Captain Rinko had rambled on about while sending him up here might have been hints.
Perhaps it was her way of repaying him for saving Eulsha along with everyone else at the last moment.
In any case, faced with the cold-eyed