Over the boundless sea, a blurred phantom charged ahead without hesitation or uncertainty.
At the center of the phantom was a sleek falcon.
Although its current speed and surroundings ran completely counter to its biological instincts, this beast, known for its intelligence and stubbornness, showed no trouble adapting.
It even let out a piercing cry, like a student putting on a show of good behavior when a teacher came to inspect the class.
The reason it was working so hard was simple.
Standing on its back was a girl of about fourteen, with long, wavy hair.
Her black outfit, which clung to her whole body like a shadow, her witchlike cloak and hat, and her eyes gleaming green all clearly proclaimed the girl's name.
Othinus.
She was a magician who had stepped into the realm of gods, whose existence should have been impossible to prove in this world-a being known as a Demon God.
"What a nuisance..."
There was not a trace of emotion in Othinus's voice, but it still betrayed a little of her displeasure.
She had not expected them to run straight into Ollerus when only the last material remained to be retrieved, forcing her to intervene personally.
As the sole, invincible existence in this world, she should never have encountered an enemy capable of matching her.
-Except herself.
Demon Gods possessed infinite possibilities, but because of her abnormal condition, Othinus had an equal chance of success and failure in everything she did.
That applied to anything from launching a single attack to the efforts she made to achieve a particular goal.
The harder she worked to succeed, the more her own uncontrollable possibilities interfered with the world, adding cards to the hand that could bring about her failure.
Ollerus was the most obvious example.
In Daoist terminology,