"Don't kill me! I know! I know who's really behind all this! That bounty for the 'Divine Position' is fake! There's a bigger conspiracy behind all of this!"
Du Feld's heart-rending roar echoed over the deathly silent sea, like a drowning man clutching his last lifeline.
Yas's hand, poised to swing down, paused slightly in midair.
A faint trace of indifference flashed through his ice-blue eyes, as though he were assessing an object's value.
A conspiracy?
To him, the so-called "conspiracies" of this world were nothing more than ridiculous measures the weak resorted to when they could not contend with absolute power, merely to comfort themselves.
Like a colony of ants discussing how to trip a passing human with leaves and dew.
No matter how meticulous their plan, it could not change their fate of being crushed underfoot.
But-
The information that "the Divine Position is fake" did pique his interest.
He rather wanted to know just what sort of "conspiracy" could make these insects, greedy to their very bones, willingly give up an illusory divine position and instead risk their lives for a tangible benefit.
Yas said nothing.
But the "golden garbage ball" blotting out the sky above him stopped descending and simply hovered silently in midair.
The terrifying pressure, enough to crush everything, did not weaken in the slightest. Like a sword of Damocles hanging over every survivor's head, it left them afraid to so much as breathe heavily.
At the sight, joy stirred in Du Feld's heart. He knew his gamble had paid off!
This monster was interested in information!
Yet before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his vision suddenly blurred.
A white figure appeared before him without warning, as though teleporting.
It was Yas!
An indescribable, terrifying pressure from the very pinnacle of life