Would you be afraid if the sky fell?
Would you be afraid if a god stood before you?
Lynn had kept asking himself those questions, but the moment he turned around, he already knew the answer.
He was not afraid.
Although he did not know the Feather Pen's true rank, or whether this book could actually harm a Root-Level being, this had always been the trump card he saved for last!
And this time, he would spend one of his own lives!
To complete this Blood Feast!
In an instant, blinding light burst from the book, drawing the eyes of every creature beneath the black mist.
Lynn gripped the book in his hands, crimson blood suddenly pouring from his eyes like spring water. Struggling to remain standing before the towering, boundlessly tall giant who had appeared before him, he forced out one final question through gritted teeth.
"Are you... afraid?!"
Bzzzt-
Almost instantly, the gazes of every machine consciousness observing the situation went blank.
Like a drop of blood-red ink falling into a clear pond, something slowly spread through their eyes. It was as though an irresistible, distorting force had seized all their gazes and dragged them toward the open book.
Blood-red color spread.
A curtain of crimson light seemed to engulf their vision in an instant.
Like a curse...
Spreading through their sight.
"Don't look!!"
Amid the vast silence, a roar rang out, and countless streams of crimson data burst from the God of Ten Thousand Machines. As the distorting curse dragged him to the ground, he howled and used every ounce of strength to sever the Hive's observation feed from this place.
But it was already too late.
The curse of death had already spread through their sight!
Almost in that very instant, the light on the screens