The Mech God's domain was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere for some reason...
An almost tangible aura of oppression and resentment clung to this domain, crawling over it like a bone-deep parasite. It was supposed to be a sacred, radiant place, yet that aura lingered and refused to fade.
At that moment, the greatest being in this world, its sole ruler, the omnipotent "Mech God," worshipped and beloved by all living things, sat silently on his throne, his face dark.
He didn't say a word, as though he were asleep.
But he wasn't actually asleep. He was simply thinking, which was why he sat so motionless.
His mood was terrible, and there was nothing much to say.
And no wonder!
Anyone who discovered that a troublesome little girl had entered their world, yet couldn't kill, expel, seal, obstruct, or interfere with her—or even offer her any help—because the slightest disagreement could lead to their death, the fall of their divine throne, and even the collapse of their world... Well, anyone in that situation would be in a pretty foul mood, wouldn't they?
In any case!
For the past few days, even as the Mech God, even as the sole ruler of this world, even with near-omnipotence and the ability to do almost anything he wanted most of the time, he'd still been tormented by the matter to the point of near collapse.
Over the past three days, he'd tried to analyze and puzzle it out carefully again, but he'd found it was no use.
It was like an unsolvable problem. He'd tried countless approaches, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he still couldn't find the right answer.
And the worst part was that if he still couldn't find the "answer" and solve the problem within a few