I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 104

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“Hah... Haa... Haa...”

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Beydia staggered out of the abyssal void, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Even bound in chains, it was still a god.

A malevolent deity whose domain remained intact—a force too overwhelming for even her to endure with ease.

“...He has granted his approval.”

An elderly man approached her.

“From this moment forth, Thystina shall serve as the fourth Apostle appointed by the great one.”

The King of the Night... Sanctus.

Before her sister became the Queen of the Night, the King of the Night had held the organization’s highest seat.

“See? I told you he’d like you.”

“Congratulations, Thystina. You are now an Apostle of the Celestial God.”

The other Apostles gathered around her, their expressions bright with approval.

They were delighted that she had been acknowledged by him—that she had been chosen, just like them.

Did they truly worship that thing?

That wretched, revolting creature whose very presence invoked fear and nausea?

And yet, here they were, celebrating the fact that they had been accepted by such an abomination.

Something was wrong with all of them.

She had been raised by the organization, molded to think as they did, but not even she could feel anything but revulsion for that grotesque entity they called their god.

This... this was like mind control, like some insidious black magic that gnawed at the spirit.

“I’ll be in your care.”

Still, Beydia smiled.

It wasn’t time yet.

***

"Aaaah! It hurts! Please! Let me out of here!"

"I am no heretic! I am a devoted servant of the Celestial God!"

"My baby! Please, just spare my baby!"

The soul furnace roared with anguish.

Dozens of souls were trapped within, their tortured cries overlapping into a cacophony of despair.

Mortal souls could not endure being ground into fuel for a god’s resurrection.

One after another, they burned, their suffering stretching beyond death itself.

Even Beydia, who had seen countless horrors, could never grow used to this.

They were all strangers to her.

People she had no connection to.

People she should not care about.

And yet, even after reigning over the underworld for centuries, she could not stomach this.

Watching innocent souls writhe in torment, doomed to be devoured by an evil god—

It was too much.

Beydia bit her lip, forced herself to move, and carried out her duties as an Apostle.

Because she had no choice.

Not yet.

By the time she stepped outside, she felt hollow.

This was what it meant to be a Single Number.

This was what her sister had endured.

Had she done this, over and over, and somehow survived?

Now that she stood in her sister’s place, she could finally see the world her sister had seen.

And she hated it.

If she continued down this path, she would lose herself.

Had that been why her sister made her final decision?

No.

Even so, she couldn’t understand.

Why had her sister done what she did?

She returned to the headquarters and descended into the underground corridors.

“Sis!”

A small girl suddenly darted out and flung herself into Beydia’s arms.

“Did your mission go well?”

“...Yeah.”

“You’re an Apostle now! That means you went on an important mission, right? Can’t you tell me a little about it?”

“A mission?”

That was when Beydia finally understood.

Her sister had always looked tired when she came back.

She had always tried to hide it, forcing a cheerful front whenever she spoke to her.

Back then, Beydia had thought her missions were simply difficult.

But now—

Now she knew.

Her sister had endured all of that, then come home and played with her.

Now that she stood in her sister’s shoes, she could finally see it.

How her sister must have felt.

How her sister must have seen her.

How much her sister had loved her.

“...I’ll tell you later.”

“Ehh? But I’ve been waiting so long for you to come back!”

“My mission isn’t completely finished yet. Just wait a little longer.”

“...Okaaay.”

Even now, Beydia found it exhausting to deal with herself.

So how had her sister been so endlessly kind to her back then?

Time passed quickly.

As an Apostle and the highest-ranking servant of the Dark God, Beydia gained access to many of his secrets.

The soul furnace—a mechanism designed to create sacrifices for his resurrection—was only a fraction of the truth buried beneath the surface.

The reality was far worse.

Beidos’s influence stretched across the entire continent, not just within his former empire.

There were followers beyond its borders, and the atrocities they committed in his name were beyond comprehension.

Each horrifying revelation gnawed at Beydia’s sanity.

And yet, the deeper she delved into the truth, the closer she came to understanding it all.

Then, at last, she discovered it.

The Domain.

A vast construct formed by Beidos himself, using countless sacrificed souls as fuel.

Within it, he wielded divine power so overwhelming that no mere mortal could oppose him.

Even in his sealed state, this was the source of his enduring might.

"Did my sister destroy this Domain?"

As she pieced together more of the truth, Beydia began to understand what her sister had done.

"But even if she shattered the Domain, that wouldn’t have been enough to defeat him. What did she do?"

Still, there were missing pieces to the puzzle.

Time passed.

Then, a shocking report came in.

"The King of the Night has been martyred."

Sanctus—the First Apostle of the Dark God—was dead.

Beydia struggled to believe it. She knew just how powerful he had been.

"The Dragonslayer?"

A mysterious attacker had been striking down the organization’s strongholds.

And they had just killed the King of the Night himself.

Someone strong enough to slay the Dark God's mightiest Apostle.

It felt as though she had just found the final missing piece of her sister’s puzzle.

With the King of the Night gone, a successor was required.

—Come to me, my child.

As she descended into the abyss, Beydia heard the Dark God's voice calling to her.

At the bottom of that cursed pit, she met his gaze.

Two eyes, slit like a serpent’s, glowing a terrible yellow.

—You are the most worthy, my child. You shall be my new First Servant.

Dark energy poured into her.

The Dark God’s power tore through her mind, reshaping her thoughts.

A force beyond mortal comprehension, beyond even brainwashing—it was absolute control.

Yet, her mind remained intact.

Something shielded her.

But the Dark God didn’t notice.

Instead, he smiled.

—A true servant has no need for personal attachments. Erase the one most precious to you.

The Dark God’s first command.

He believed she had been completely enthralled.

And so, he ordered her to kill her younger self.

"!!!"

The shock hit her like a physical blow.

But she kept her lips tightly shut, masking her reaction.

"I accept the will of my Lord."

—Only obedience shall bring you salvation.

When Beydia emerged from the pit, she barely held back the bile rising in her throat.

"Kill myself?"

"Because I am my own most precious existence?"

For the Dark God, such an order was nothing unusual.

She had seen enough of his cruelty to expect something like this.

But that wasn’t what truly shook her.

She had just relived her sister’s past.

The Dark God had given her sister the same order.

Yet, she was still alive.

Why?

There were only two possibilities.

First, her sister had failed to kill her.

Second, on the day of the Dark God's downfall, her sister had shattered the Domain and perished under his curse.

She had already known these facts.

But now, they connected with what she had just learned.

And with that realization—

CRACK.

Something inside her broke.

The unseen force that had ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) been shielding her mind shattered.

The final piece of the puzzle fell into place.

"Sister..."

Tears rolled down Beydia’s cheeks.

Now, at last...

She understood the truth.