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For about an hour after that, I tormented the avatar of the black sun.

It seems I had a good time reminiscing about the old days.

In fact, each of these experiences is a good process for adapting to the newly changed world.

As I looked at the weeping avatar, I pondered whether to lift the curse or not.

“Should I do this or not.”

If I hadn’t been there, our virtuous daughter Lishia would have been beaten up and gone through a major ordeal.

And before me stood the instigator of all this.

“Alright, let me ask you one thing.”

“….”

“What the hell gave you the guts to attack Lishia?”

Considering my progress in the game, most constellations wouldn’t even dare to touch our order.

I had raised the authority of our order to a position that could be called ‘absolute being.’

The message remained silent for a while.

That sight evoked an impression akin to a child about to confess a wrongdoing.

“The ‘Avatar of the Black Sun’ says it hates your existence, Constellation ‘Ron.’”

“I know that.”

It’s not like they’ve hated me for just a day or two.

By the way, it seems the constellations know me by the new name rather than the old nickname.

Anyway, so.

Why did you decide to rebel against me now?

In fact, I had felt a sense of discomfort since the first time I faced the living Lishia.

It’s part of the fallout from the black sun bastards’ attack, but why was she sad while searching for my existence?

At least when I played, everyone had finished the game in a cheerful atmosphere.

Resources, affinity, faith points, progress, and so on.

Everything was going smoothly, and there was nothing that could be called a crisis.

But why did other sects start to think about invading, even with my current status?

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ claims it was necessary for that to happen.

“So what does that even mean?”

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ says that if it didn’t intimidate the factions, your sect would have launched a large-scale crusade against the world.

And the moment I heard that answer, my head went blank.

“…What?”

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ reports that your sect is currently insane.

The news that came through was extremely shocking.

A large-scale crusade? My people?

No matter how I think about it, it feels like a lie.

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ shouts that it’s not a lie.

It’s my own sect.

If those bastards do something bad, they would. My perfectly fine sect wouldn’t be the first to start a war.

‘…Could it be?’

It was a moment of doubt even as I thought about it.

I had been actively playing to progress in the game, but I never had any malicious intent.

That alone qualifies me as a good player.

When I log into the game community, it’s filled with all sorts of outrageous malicious plays.

And what I wanted in the game were the expansion of sect power and pretty, strong female characters.

I didn’t care if others were suffering due to the crusade.

That’s why I wasn’t actively engaging in crusades against other sects.

“Are my people that bloodthirsty?”

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ affirms that.

“Why?”

‘It claims your absence was the problem.’

“Huh?”

Just because I stepped away for a moment, they’re going to war? I didn’t raise my people like that.

I raised them with pure fatherly love and care.

“You’re lying.”

No matter how I think about it, their claims and the tendencies of my sect are completely opposite.

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ claims that your indifference was the problem!”

“What indifference?”

“It says that you abandoned the sect, and your priests are blaming others for it.”

“What did I do?”

It’s unfair.

All I did was play the game diligently and just saved Lishia with the power of love.

“What have you all done?”

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ says they are not like that.”

“Ugh, I don’t know.”

To summarize the situation for now.

My sect thinks the reason for my disappearance lies with those constellations.

The constellations are twisting themselves in every way to survive.

“My kids aren’t the type to do that.”

They all just smile foolishly, so I never thought they would make such extreme judgments.

I need to quickly check how things are going.

No matter how much power and influence they have at the top of the world, a crusade against the entire world is nothing but a shortcut to self-destruction.

‘Were they really that anxious about separation?’

Are they willing to find me even if it means turning their backs on the world?

“No, how far apart could we have been?”

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ says the silence of the constellations is unprecedented.”

“Is that so?”

I can’t even gauge how this world is functioning.

The game I knew was just pressing a button to play, and ending the game was the end of it.

If I borrow the settings from the game to roughly understand the situation.

The constellations are like gods.

They are beings that must respond when called by a member of the sect.

However, there is a gap between the me who played the game and the me now that cannot interfere with each other.

Can I assert that my current body is the same as before?

‘Absolutely not.’

It’s a forced situation, but I am no longer alone.

‘I never thought this would be real.’

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ earnestly requests to please end the curse.”

“…”

I manipulated the system to find the curse cancellation tab in response to that request.

“Would you like to revoke the curse placed on the ‘Black Sun’ sect?”

“Uh.”

To revoke an already placed curse, I would have to endure a slight penalty, but it doesn’t matter to me.

After all, curses can be placed again anyway.

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ lets out a sigh of relief.”

“Is now really the time to feel relieved?”

There is still a lot of information I need to extract from it.

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ becomes tense.”

Watching its reaction, I continued to manipulate the system to check the status of our sect.

First, the map was dark and dead in many places.

It was a sign that they had been deactivated due to my influence.

On the other hand, the monastery where I had just rescued Lisia was reactivated and turned blue.

‘This is just like before.’

In a constructed monastery, if divine power is bestowed through the believers, the monastery and altars, churches, etc., become activated.

The range is limited to the area that the monastery is responsible for.

“This is really messed up.”

Looking at the state of the map, it’s clear that separation anxiety is about to set in.

Something must have happened when I crossed over to this world.

“Where should I start fixing this…”

The area I was managing was so vast that it only made me wander aimlessly.

First, if I activate the center of the sect―

Just as I was thinking and moving my fingers.

-Ding!

“‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ screams!”

“That startled me.”

As I turned my gaze back to the suddenly ringing notification, a message window was blaring loudly.

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ screams that they have come!

“What, who?”

I thought everything was over since I had lifted the curse.

‘Your followers have come,’ it reports.

“…My kids?”

Checking the map, I see countless green dots heading towards the territory of the Black Sun.

The problem is, there are just too many of them.

“What the hell.”

Like they were coming for a war, the lined-up green dots were invading the territory of the Black Sun at a terrifying speed.

A crusade.

The followers, desperate to find me, had ultimately started a commotion.

“Crazy.”

This is not a game; it’s reality.

I can understand very well what war means in my head.

“Evan…”

A massacre of blood and flesh is unfolding in the world I manage.

And the core of that evil is my children. I absolutely cannot allow it.

According to the system description and the information I gathered from the constellations, all these problems can be resolved simply by proving my existence.

“Who is managing over there right now?”

I focus on the brightest being among the green dots marching for the crusade.

‘Beladis Rocheira’

And I see a very familiar name.

“Ah.”

It’s a name I know. It was a character I had collected, after all.

However, the type is a bit different.

While Lysia was obtained through funding and gacha, Beladis was a story character.

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun’ is astonished.

The constellation reacts as if it knows the name confirmed through me.

They won’t be able to forget this name either.

After all, she was the monster they created.

“Wow.”

It’s a composition as if someone staged it.

The person who hates the Black Sun the most, and the order that must stop her.

And me, watching it all unfold.

“The Avatar of the Black Sun requests that you please do something about this.”

“Me?”

There are many ways to intervene, but why should I save those bastards who just tried to attack my child?

Such a pure question arose.

“The Avatar of the Black Sun offers to do anything.”

“Anything.”

Then the conversation changes.

I decided to accept the constellation’s proposal and prevent the war.

In fact, I don’t want a war on my side either.

In the game, it ends with a simple data unit, just like that.

But in reality, a war, a crusade, only ends when someone gets hurt or dies.

I don’t want my priests to meet such a cruel end.

“It’s not like I want to see our Vera in real life.”

“….”

Seeing Lysia manifested as a living person inspired me greatly.

Now it’s Beladis’s turn.

“Would you like to use the skill, ‘Divine Possession’?”

I decided to personally descend to the scene of the crusade.