The small endgame

"The terms of the game will be simple. The one who makes the most corrupt object wins."

{ "..." }

It came as a surprise to the cultists. 

{ "The most… corrupt object?" }

The being could not understand what Rain meant by that, however, after a thought crossed his mind, a flash of light appeared on his face. 

{ "OH! You wish to create objects containing the divine nature of our lords~?" }

The happy tone of the being sent shivers down Miyu and Zora's spines. The creature's face was so strangely ugly that one could not even distinguish whether it was a face or a messed up potato. 

The humanoid body of the creature was something one could not look at for too long either. While it was simple and possessed many hands, the creature– the prime cultist– had thin limbs.