The Pagoda

I stiffened. "They're not?"

"Oh, some of them are," Damien admitted, albeit strangely, "You refusing to be the villain? That definitely threw a wrench in things. But this?" He chuckled.

"You're not the only one playing around with fate, kid."

A sickening feeling held itself onto my stomach. "Then who?"

"Tch. Who else? The god of this world, of course."

My breath hitched. "What?"

"Bingo."

I felt cold.

The god of this world.

The one who wrote The Book of Sin.

The one who created the system.

The one who designed this entire world.

If Damien was right, if these changes weren't just because of me, but because of that unknown god, then…

This wasn't just a deviation.

This was a rewrite.