Perhaps it really was time to prepare to forge a fake Gift of Existence.
"Prompt Device, what do you think would be the safest way to make it?"
Russell looked up and asked the Prompt Device.
The answer was to sneak into the chessboard world first.
The Prompt Device answered concisely.
—If you want miracles to merge to the greatest possible extent, the most suitable craftsman for such high-end work is Forge God Occam.
That guy was a master in the field of forging. He had little interest in seizing the Holy Grail himself; instead, he wanted to personally forge a device capable of ruling the universe—the God-Made Holy Grail.
Frankly, if that guy really managed it, it would be straight-up horror—then the birth of the Sole God would no longer be a Level 5 message.
The Holy Grail was the manifestation of the concept of Omniscient and Omnipotent.
That guy intended to use his forging divinity to create an omniscient and omnipotent being.
That was certainly something.
Come to think of it...
Was Sunday talking a little too much?
Russell watched Sunday, who still seemed intent on asking him more questions, and abruptly retreated behind Robin.
"Brother... can you let go of those obsessions and join our side?"
With a trace of hope in her heart, the girl asked Sunday.
Join the other side?
It sounded like quite a good choice.
After all, the strength they had displayed was on the level of an Emanator club.
Besides...
They also possessed the ability to plunder Gifts from other Emanators.
Joining them was undoubtedly more promising than drifting through the sea of stars.
But...
That would also mean that, from now on, he would have to engage in endless theoretical battles with his own sister, perhaps even draw blades against her.