Mio Takamiya, My Cuckolded Superman (Part 2)

Orthodox theologians often attempted to define God through a series of clear, affirmative statements.

He was omniscient, omnipotent, and wholly good.

But in those heretical myths, the god praised by countless people—the Archon—was merely a puppet casually created by the true creator, the Master Creator.

The Archon appeared omniscient and omnipotent, yet was unimaginably foolish, an absurd clown.

The true deity resided high above in the world of "gnosis," immovable, invisible, untouchable, and indescribable.

It dwelled nobly above all things, calmly watching the living beings of the world perform their joys and sorrows upon a false stage.

If she placed herself within that myth...

Mio Takamiya felt her body tremble faintly.

She clearly was not the Master Creator.

She was the Archon.

A creation and puppet of the Creator, a bird dancing in the hands of an unknown wizard without realizing it.

Itsori was not safe.

She swiftly assessed the situation.

—Though she did not know what the Master Creator was plotting, after Russell came into contact with the Gohome Family, It had killed Amon's wife, who possessed no spiritual power.

Such behavior...

Made it difficult not to suspect that Amon had inadvertently crossed the Master Creator's red line.

And was then warned by one of his own kind with a butcher's blade.

She raised her head and looked around.

Kotori still believed there was an issue with the purity of their organization and was interrogating Rattatoskr's executives one by one. The scene looked chaotic and awkward.

—She could read the consciousness of everyone present. The executives were all loyal and trustworthy.

The real problem was...

She looked up at the sky. It was bright, yet faint streams of light seemed to emerge along the horizon.

Like a spider's woven web.

Living within that web, trying to protect those she