Its body was only the size of two palms, bright green all over, with eight slick tentacles curled up and more than a dozen round, adorable big eyes growing on its head and tentacles.
"God of Death Nephrela?"
"That's right."
Linden looked Him over again.
The little thing in front of him did not match the image that had descended during the Hand of Passing ritual at all, nor did it bear the slightest resemblance to that strange yet solemn statue in the Tidal Sanctuary.
Was it because the form of a little octopus was not good for fooling believers?
The little octopus's dozen-plus eyes all fixed on Linden at once, as though it had realized something.
He bounced up from the seat, and His form instantly changed into a strange woman with octopus-tentacle hair—the very appearance Linden was familiar with.
The two data chains changed with Him, becoming a pair of shackles on her wrists, dark light flowing over them.
For some reason, seeing that the God of Death had to deliberately transform to appear before people made Linden rarely add a few points to His impression score—though even after the addition, it was still negative.
At last somewhat humanoid, the God of Death rose and smiled as the dozen-plus eyes on her tentacle hair looked toward Linden.
Then came a very long silence.
Linden suffered for having no eyes and lost the staring contest.
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting for you to ask questions," Nephrela answered with a smile.
Linden did not know what trick He was playing, but there was no reason not to ask, so he said casually, "This is inside the Ark too, right? What area is this?"
The God of Death truly acted like a guide and began to explain. "The Protocol Hall. The