After Grete finished speaking, Grete looked at Yog.
Yog merely chuckled.
"This is an interesting undead civilization that has yet to mature. After an advanced civilization introduced a virus, it evolved into another form of life. Twenty thousand years from now, it will become a nightmare these cosmic civilizations can never escape."
Grete looked somewhat stunned.
"Then, Your Eminence, His Highness intends to occupy this universe. Wouldn't that mean this civilization will be wiped out by him?"
Yog nodded slightly.
"Yes, but compared with this civilization's future, I'm more interested in the third act of his Script."
Grete lowered their head.
"As you will."
Then Miss Puppet asked softly again.
"Your Eminence, may I ask whether we need to take the stage for your play this time?"
Yog shook his head slightly.
"Your part comes a little later. Prepare yourself. Your advancement will be the climax of the third act."
Miss Puppet smiled as gently as ever.
"As you will, Your Eminence."
After hearing Yog's words, Grete froze, then looked at him rather pitifully and asked.
"Uh, well, Your Eminence, what about me? When will my advancement happen?"
Yog spoke softly.
"When the time comes, it will happen naturally."
Grete's eyes instantly lit up. His Eminence had said it would happen when the time came. That meant Grete would eventually become a Holy Spirit.
Meanwhile, not far away, a group of humanoid creatures with ravaged bodies chased an agile woman like zombies. With nimble footwork, the woman kept putting distance between herself and the horde.
Finally, using the supermarket's layout, the woman darted around a few corners and vanished.
Leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, Grete raised an eyebrow. It was indeed rather interesting. But remembering what His Eminence had said, Grete closed their eyes again and muttered.
"What a pity."