The Ancestral God, reduced to a skeleton, walked the earth. Within the dome of skulls lurked a vast terror. Most who witnessed Its true form were driven mad. Only one prophet glimpsed the truth of Sin. The prophet told his people what he had learned, but the enraged crowd accused him of being an evil spirit who spread heresy. His execution on the cross went ahead as scheduled. People said he deserved to die a terrible death—that he was beyond redemption—even though he had remained human in appearance until the end. Identity Card: Humanoid Evil Spirit
The scene around him repeatedly faded to black. The church, its believers, and the players slowly disappeared.
Qi Si found himself seated in a formless space. A pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened in the darkness before him.
The God's gaze enveloped him from all directions, making him feel as though he were bathing beneath a blood-red sun. He had no secrets and nowhere to hide.
After a long silence, Qi Si raised his eyes to meet that gaze. "Why are you everywhere? Even if this has something to do with the so-called Gods' Gamble, you're taking this game of cricket fighting a little too seriously."
Mist surged in silence, and a voice suddenly rose from the depths of his mind. "I once traveled through ancient history and infinite space, leaving marks like roots behind me. In the future, you'll see my remnants in many more places."
"I see. I understand now."
Qi Si paused, then asked offhandedly, as if making small talk, "Evil God, what should I call you? The Red Pope? God? The Primordial Heavenly Lord? Buddha? Or... just the one who bet on me?"
"The 'Qi' in 'contract' is my name." The God's voice took on a