A True God?

This was my world.

My story.

I had painstakingly weaved every thread of fate.

Then what was this? 

And more importantly—who had the audacity to tamper with my creation?

I exhaled through my nose, schooling my features back into an impassive mask. "It seems I will need to make some… adjustments."

Williamloh nodded, crossing his fingers. "Indeed. But before you do that, Bearateme, there's one thing I need to know."

I met his gaze again, unblinking. "What?"

His smile grew, but this time, there was an edge to it.

"Tell me," he said, voice smooth, unreadable. "How much do you truly know about the world you created?"

Silence stretched between us.

A strange, heavy silence.

And for the first time in a long time, something in my chest twisted.

Because I had created the core of the world, inputted different commands in them to create the line of fate.