Ian is Going to Die Again

Within the evil god's eyes, the scales of victory had completely tipped in Its favor.

It laughed wildly, with a Cthulhu-like sinister madness.

"Ha ha ha—!"

The evil god let out deafening, maniacal laughter, filled with the smugness of surviving calamity and the utmost mockery of insignificant mortals. After Its brief discomposure, Its enormous body began displaying even more terrifying resilience and power.

The severed tentacles regenerated at a visible speed. The purifying radiance of the starlight spears was swiftly covered by pus, while the impact of the Hymn of Dead Souls was buffered by layer upon layer of flesh. Not only had Its strength not weakened, it had become even more violent and unpredictable after devouring Ian's "power of paradox"!

"Do you see, insects?!"

All sixteen faces of the evil god sneered at once, Its voice like the shrieks of countless souls converging into one, piercing straight into Ian's soul. "Is this the insignificant 'favor' granted to you by that long-dead scrap after you communed with him? With such a clumsy trick—one that cannot even truly comprehend a 'concept'—you dared dream of shaking my 'perfection'?!"

"If you had been willing before, I could have given you so much more! Infinite power, eternal life, understanding beyond all things—yet you chose a loser who could not even preserve his own divine body!" Its violet-red giant eye locked onto Ian, Its thoughts filled with naked temptation and contempt.

"You simply do not understand what it means to 'choose a side'! Open those eyes blinded by ignorance and look! I am the future! I am order! I am 'perfection'!"

"Had you followed me, you would have obtained power far beyond mortal imagination! Your bloodline would have been 'perfectly' elevated by me! Within the flames of this 'perfection,' your magical talent would have forged