A few minutes later.
Lynn had been successfully recaptured and tied tightly to a pillar in the center of the Hall, unable to move.
"I apologize."
Lynn lowered his head and honestly confessed his crimes in a deeply remorseful tone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know everyone was together, so I really shouldn't have tricked each of you into giving me funding, openly flirted with Brain, or poisoned everyone. But that really wasn't poison. Those really were pastries my little sister made. If you don't believe me, ask my left hand. She can testify."
Zuo Zuo vigorously nodded her hand with a Ծ‸Ծ expression. "Yes! Yes! Alice made them. I actually thought they were pretty tasty!"
"..."
Everyone turned to glance at the Titan Head, who was still teetering on the brink of madness.
They decisively dropped this utterly pointless subject.
Sir Awen looked at Lynn, bound to the pillar, and asked hesitantly, "We've heard about what happened in Wandering Soul Alley, too. Did you go back this time because a friend of yours was sent to the outside world by the Flesh God Cult? Have you learned something from them?"
Judging by the recent reports coming in from across Hell, the Flesh God Cult's activities had noticeably dwindled everywhere except a few specific regions.
They seemed to be deliberately pulling back on a strategic level.
"The Old Days."
Lynn slowly raised his head and looked deeply into their eyes.
"They found clues about the Old Days in my homeland."
At those words, all the Origins looked shaken, then immediately grew solemn.
"You mean... the Old Days Deities?"
The Old Days Deities.
They had first heard that term from the Flesh Dominator during the Colossus's assault on the Hell Borderland.
It was a collective term for the deities who had