"Found it?"
"Yes, Lord. The human who came into this world activated the last trace of power hidden away by the Golden Race. Your mission will finally be completed now, after countless epochs. You will enter the Wasteland, receive the worship of countless races, and become the God above gods."
A man with bull horns on his head opened his eyes.
From his brow to his cheeks, twelve pairs of eyeballs rolled freely across his face.
The Divine Eye Monsters within those spaces shared their vision with him.
"So, where is the human?"
He coldly watched the one kneeling beneath him, striving to sing those tedious praises.
What he wanted had never been praise.
Over countless epochs, he had long since grown sick of those verses of adulation.
What he needed was to leave, to leave this world where he had been given a mission he absolutely could not refuse.
The End had already concluded long ago.
This world should not have retained any traces at all.
Yet traces had appeared.
Traces that even a True God in the Wasteland could neither discover, destroy, nor bring to an end were hidden here.
He was a God, yet a more powerful True God had forcibly left him here.
Only on the day he found those traces and utterly destroyed them could he leave this world and return to his Divine Kingdom.
And how long had it been since that day?
He could not remember.
He had merely used the reward that [True God] had given him to frantically manufacture Divine Eye Constructs.
He had searched every corner.
But.
Nothing...
Nothing at all.
As though those traces had never existed, as though he were merely some unlucky fool left here and forgotten.
There were no outsiders, because this world had already met