I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 105

"Ah, so you’ve come looking for me, Curator."

The Constellation Lord of the Night, Thystina, greeted me with her usual cold demeanor.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her expression serene and unreadable.

But no matter how calm she looked now, I could not erase the memory of what I had witnessed.

"A-Ah... Have you been well, Constellation?"

This was bad.

The scene from before refused to leave my mind.

Thystina, once the Queen of the Night, was indulging in... rather intimate training exercises.

I had made a terrible mistake.

I never meant to pry into her private affairs.

I had simply rushed to contact her and accidentally sent my projection to her exact coordinates.

Normally, I would have announced myself from a distance.

This was entirely my fault.

Then again, since I reached her through the power of the Constellations, shouldn’t she have been able to block me before I arrived?

No, that was just an excuse.

I cautiously glanced at her.

She... hadn’t noticed, right?

I had left as soon as I realized what was happening, dissolving the dream’s power and returning to the waking world.

Surely, she had been too absorbed in her activities to notice my presence.

And if she had noticed... she wouldn’t be greeting me so casually.

Right?

"I have been well. ...But, Curator, is something wrong?"

"Huh?"

"You seem... unsettled."

Shit.

Did my expression give me away?

I quickly adjusted my face with the power of dreams, forcing a relaxed smile.

"Ahaha, no, it’s nothing. I’ve just been a little busy with work lately... Haha...."

"You should take a break once in a while."

Thystina stepped closer.

"The Pantheon’s episodic arcs have already introduced eight new deities. That’s an incredible pace."

"I-Is that so?"

As she approached, a pleasant scent drifted to my nose.

"Yes. Many gods are grateful to you. They recognize how much effort you put in for us."

Then, without warning, she leaned in and pressed her forehead against mine.

"Good. You don’t seem to be running a fever. If you ever feel unwell, tell me. We Constellations will assist you however we can."

"Th-Thank you..."

The warmth from where her forehead touched mine lingered.

It was soft, comforting.

My face began to heat up.

Thystina gave me a faint smile as she pulled back.

This was dangerous.

If I hadn’t seen her other side, I might have been completely disarmed by this moment.

...But why had she even needed to touch foreheads in the first place?

This wasn’t even my real body—she, as a Constellation, could easily perceive my condition without physical contact.

I had many questions, but I chose to let them slide for now.

"The reason I came to see you, Constellation, is—"

BOOM!

A foreign wave of energy surged past me.

"What the...?"

"...Impossible."

Thystina’s expression stiffened, her once relaxed features turning to stone.

She had felt it, too.

"Constellation, what was that just now...?"

I didn’t know much, but I could tell it wasn’t from the celestial realm.

It had originated from the mortal world.

But what kind of force could send shockwaves all the way here?

"Beidos..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet heavy with dread.

"How? How can that cursed being be returning...?"

Her expression remained grim, her gaze locked onto the distant horizon.

***

Darkness churned at the lowest depths of the abyss.

[KHAHAHAHA! SHADOW! WHAT IS THIS POWER?! MY BODY... MY BODY BURNS WITH ENERGY!]

A vortex of black, malevolent energy spiraled upward.

The ancient Dark Dragon, Beidos, lifted his head from within.

Once slain by the Dragonslayer, he had awaited oblivion in endless imprisonment, resigned to eventual dissolution.

But now, an unknown shadow had breathed a mysterious power into him—enough to reignite his consciousness.

[Judging by your state, it won’t take long for you to fully resurrect.]

The shadow stood with arms crossed, calmly observing Beidos’s condition.

[OF COURSE! I AM BEIDOS! THE TRUE MASTER OF REIPHANIA, THE ONE WHO NEARLY CONSUMED THIS DIMENSION ITSELF!]

Excitement surged through Beidos as he roared with exhilaration.

The promise of resurrection made his very essence tremble with anticipation.

[But we must accelerate the process. The situation above is far from favorable.]

[The situation above?]

[The Constellations sitting atop the heavens.]

The dragon’s revival was progressing smoothly.

This fool had once stored countless souls as a contingency plan for his rebirth, and now, those very souls were serving as fuel for his return.

Complete resurrection wouldn’t take long.

But the true obstacle lay beyond.

The Constellations.

Even if their intervention in the mortal world was limited, if they combined their power, they would not be an easy foe to overcome.

Many of them had suffered under Beidos’s tyranny in life, ascending to the stars only after stopping his rampage.

The moment they sensed his return, they would descend upon him without hesitation.

[Hah! Weaklings. They are no match for me. The instant I regain my divinity and restore my Domain, the heavens of Reiphania shall come crashing down to the earth.]

Well... there was no choice but to trust him.

At this point, there were no other options left.

Even during the age of myths, Beidos had ruled supreme.

This much should be enough.

The gods could send their Apostles.

They could bestow their Authorities.

But they could not descend to the mortal plane themselves.

No matter how much divine power they granted, mere mortals could never stand against the Dark Dragon.

The Abyssal Shadow made his decision.

For now, he would trust in the dragon.

***

No.

This can't be happening.

Why?

This doesn’t make sense.

The moment {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} Lord of the Night sensed the all-too-familiar specter of the past, she descended to the mortal plane through her avatar.

The further down she went, the stronger it became.

She wanted to deny it.

But she couldn’t.

There was only one being whose presence reeked of such concentrated malice.

The abyss she had hoped to forget.

A place that forced her to recall memories she had buried for centuries.

And at the very bottom—

She saw him.

The Dark God, the ancient Dark Dragon, Beidos.

His resurrection was nearly complete.

[It has been a while.]

A grotesque grin stretched across his face.

Beidos smiled at Thystina as if greeting an old friend.

There was no room for doubt.

He had returned.

“W-Why...?”

Why had she kept the truth hidden from her beloved sister?

Why had she carried this burden alone for so long?

Because the curse the Dark God had placed upon her made it possible that even the truth itself could bring about his return.

Even if no one acknowledged her struggle, she had played her role as Lord of the Night.

To protect the one she loved most, she had bound herself in restrictions, forced Beydia to despise her, and waged a lonely battle for centuries.

She had fought alone, endured alone—

All to ensure Beidos could never return.

She had done everything to prevent this from happening.

So then... why?

[You wretched traitor. Sit upon your throne and await my judgment. I shall bestow upon you an eternal fate worse than death.]

No.

Despair flooded Thystina’s heart.

She knew his strength.

She had betrayed him once.

She had destroyed him once.

But even in his most vulnerable state, it had taken countless allies, years of preparation, and an unfathomable stroke of luck to bring him down.

A perfect moment, a perfect plan—one that could never be replicated.

And yet now, he had returned—fully restored.

Not merely sealed, but resurrected.

This... this was impossible.

She could already see it—

The mortal world engulfed in flames.

The heavens crumbling into ruin.

Beydia, plunging into a pit of hellish despair.

A suffocating sense of powerlessness consumed her.

Her strength drained from her limbs.

I... don’t... want this...

BOOM!

A wave of unfamiliar energy rushed in.

“...?”

[An Authority? But this... what is this?]

A mystical force spread rapidly, driving out the malevolent aura of the Dark Dragon.

Beidos’s darkness resisted, thrashing violently, but the foreign energy swallowed it whole, expanding outward.

Thystina's breath caught in her throat.

This presence.

This power.

She recognized it.

“Are you alright, Constellation?”

!!!

“Please step back for a moment.”

Thystina’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Why was he here?

“So you’re this ‘Beidos’ fellow, huh?”

[...A human?]

“Hmm. You’ve got the perfect size for a boss fight. I hope you’ve got some interesting attack patterns.”

He stepped forward, positioning himself between her and Beidos.

His broad back shielded her.

“N-No, Curator! It’s too dangerous!”

The one she had longed to see—

And the one she had wished would run far away.

She couldn’t bear to watch this.

Even if this was merely his projection, if the Dark God struck him down, his soul would never survive.

He had to escape.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be the one fighting, anyway.”

He raised a hand.

The energy swirling around him grew denser, condensing into something greater.

“Ah... I wasn’t planning to reveal this so soon.”

The Authority surrounding him surged, expanding outward.

And then—

FLASH!

A vast dreamscape unfolded, blanketing the battlefield.

[Emergency Event! The Dark God Beidos, a specter of the past, has invaded the Pantheon!]

“Damn, revealing this now ruins the pacing. The grand reveal should come at the end of the episode.”

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[Special Mode: World Boss Raid Activated.]

The grin on his face shone so brightly that even the Dark God’s aura seemed to dim before it.