"I am the Supreme God, Enzoth."
The man spoke softly, yet his voice struck the old emperor's heart like the toll of a bell.
"I descended upon this world intending to shelter you, but you have shown no reverence for the gods and have become obsessed with machinery. Now, a world-ending calamity is approaching. Do you understand?"
The old emperor froze.
A god?
What the hell was that?!
In this world where materialism reigned supreme, did such a thing truly exist?
He had lived for over a century and had seen countless people who called themselves gods. They had all been frauds, lunatics, or cultists.
But the person before him felt completely different.
First of all, there was his appearance.
There was no race called "humans" in the goblin world. Aside from goblins, there were only ordinary beasts and the like.
And if this so-called "god" was not disguised, he was clearly not a creature of this world.
Then there was his presence. The man merely stood there, yet he filled him with boundless terror.
It was a fear that rose from the very depths of his soul.
And... to silently take him from the heavily guarded palace and bring him into this "different space" was indeed something no ordinary person could accomplish.
Not even the strongest gene warriors could do it.
Could he have been hypnotized? Was this all a dream?
But... everything felt so real.
The old emperor secretly pinched himself.
Mm... it hurt.
"Y-you..." The old emperor's voice trembled. "Are you really a god?"
The man raised his right hand.
A dim star suddenly grew dozens of times brighter, and a silver pillar of light gathered in his palm.
The light spun, contracted, and solidified, eventually becoming a miniature planet the size of a fist.
The pale-blue