Ginny's Request

"And besides, Ginny, you wouldn't want Harry to find out—"

The words slipped out, then abruptly stopped.

Partly because of Luna, and Hermione's death stare as she secretly woke up.

And because of Ginny's square face.

Ryan instantly entered sage mode.

"When the time comes, just call upon the name of the Bat God—Ubomuratūs. When you want to go to Azkaban."

The Zara Tribe in Africa, a dark dimension full of Hammer-headed Fruit Bats.

Fell into a vast, boundless river of stars.

Ryan suddenly let out a huge burp.

To grant Ginny's wish, he could only act on a whim

and seize the Bat God's damaged Divine Kingdom, inheriting this insignificant divine name.

After all, Ginny did not share the intimate relationship with him that Luna and the others had.

If he wanted to grant Ginny's wish—to safely solo Bella, who possessed Voldemort's power—

Ryan would need to use the Divine Kingdom to descend his divine power upon her.

That was fatal to wizards.

Just like how wizards could not endure a god's blessing and called it a blood curse instead.

That was why Ryan had annexed the divine name Ubomuratūs.

He had gained a weak form.

Even among gods, Ubomuratūs was one of the most insignificant.

Its power was not fatal to wizards.

And for Ginny, who excelled at bat-related spells,

its power was practically harmless.

"Thank you, Ryan! And Luna too!"

Ginny let out a sigh of relief.

Her square face was no longer tense, and her eyes were full of gratitude.

Not wanting to disturb the world of Ryan, Luna, and Hermione,

she hugged Luna, then vanished among rows upon rows of purple sleeping bags lit by cold white flames.

Six in the morning. On the enchanted ceiling, a streak of crimson dawn emerged from the clouds.