Published at 26th of December 2025 7:44 am

Chapter 542: Even If I'm Not Invited, I'll Show Up If It's Necessary

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The escape from my past, carrying Tia along, grew tediousor maybe I gave upafter about an hour. After that, we just walked normally.

Nothings happening Its almost scary how nothings happening.

The ripples beneath my feet continued to reflect my past. But apart from that, there was nothing else. The surroundings remained an endless stretch of white plains, with not a single thing in sight, no matter where I looked. Hmm?

Huh? Hey, Ed, isnt there something over there?

Hmm? Now that you mention it, looks like there might be something?

Far off at the edge of the horizon, there seemed to be something. It was hard to tell in this entirely white world, but when I squinted, it definitely felt like there was somethingor maybe not. No, its there. Probably.

Not like weve got any other landmarks to follow. Lets head that way.

Agreed!

Finally, we had something resembling a direction to aim for. Without paying much attention to the images reflecting on the ripples beneath our feet, we walked. And walked. And walked some more

This is ridiculous! It doesnt feel like were getting anywhere!

Really? I feel like were just a tiny bit closer, though.

Do you? Well, Id sure like to think so

We walked. And walked. And walked endlessly

Sorry, Ed. Maybe it was just my imagination after all.

No, its fine. Were definitely getting closer. Im sure of it Lets just keep going a bit longer.

Alright

We walked. And walked. And walked even more

Ed! Look! Were almost there!

Yeah! I want to believe that were really close now!

Finally, we reached a distance where we could clearly see that something. Excited, we broke into a run. Fortunately, in this , just like everything else, hunger and fatigue didnt exist, so we didnt tire or run out of breath as we pressed on.

At last, we arrived. What stood before us was a small, round table with two chairs. Sitting leisurely in one of them was a man, clad in loose, white robes.

So, the Demon King has arrived at last.

Yeah, Im here. So, youre God, huh? Youre smaller than I imagined But hey, that works for me.

Ive merely made myself appear smaller, so we can speak. Sit, if you wish.

Dont mind if I do. Tia, you first.

Huh? Me? Uh, okay

I let Tia take the seat, and then another chair appeared right next to hers. I sat down, and a cup appeared before me without warning. I passed it to Tia, and as expected, another cupthis one filled with steaming black liquidmaterialized in front of me.

Coffee? Wow, its been so long It smells wonderful.

Tia held the cup in her hands, narrowing her eyes in nostalgic delight as she savored the aroma. I did the same, and a rich, inviting scent wafted up to my nose. When I tilted the cup to take a sip, a pleasant blend of acidity and bitterness spread across my tongue.

It wasnt the absolute peak of luxury, but it had the taste of the kind of coffee a coffee lover would drink when they wanted something decently good.

Huh? If you call yourself God, I thought youd serve the ultimate, first-class beverage or something like that.

That depends on how one defines ultimate. If you mean the tallest tower made of countless stones stacked together, I could offer many things more valuable than this

Breaking off, God took a sip of his coffee. His expression remained unmoving as if frozen in place, but the faint sigh he let out carried a small sense of tranquility.

But when consumed, this This was what brought the most happiness to the largest number of small ones.'

I see. In that case, this really is ultimate.

Genuine luxury may be reserved for an exclusive elite, the richest of the rich. But an attainable, modest indulgence God, as he explained, wasnt wrong. I couldnt argue with his point.

So? Why are you holed up in a place as empty as this?

Empty? Is that what this place looks like to you? A void?

Huh? Yeah, I mean, after all that running, there wasnt anything here until we got to this point, was there?

Tilting my head in confusion, I answered while sipping the coffee. But God gazed at me with an unblinking, almost mechanical expression.

Youre mistaken. This place holds everything. For example

He extended his left hand, and with a clinking sound, coins and jewels poured down in heaps.

These are stones of high value to the small ones. Or perhaps youd prefer this?

With a snap of his fingers, the treasure vanished, replaced by extravagant dresses and stunning paintings.

Culture. Or perhaps youd call it art. Of course, theres more. Exquisite cuisine, obedient companions of your own kind, medicines that cure all ailments, weapons that grant unmatched strength If its within what the small ones can desire

Another snap of his fingers made those vanish too. This time, an ethereal window appeared above his left hand, showing

Mom?

Yes. This is not an incomplete replica, like what my fragments created. Even your entire, perfect homeland exists here. Not everything, but just about anything a human body could wish for is present.

I see. So you werent bored because everything is here. But what now? You showing all thisare you inviting me to live here with you or something? Dont tell me thats your plan.

As I drained the last of the coffee and placed the cup on the table, another cup promptly appeared, steaming and ready. I couldnt help but admire the impeccable service as I spoke. God responded in a quiet tone.

I have one question for you.

Hm? What is it?

Demon King. To you, that homeland I showed is it fake?

What? Of course it is. I wasnt born therethat much you know better than anyone.

I frowned at the strange question, but for the first time, a flicker of hesitation crossed Gods otherwise stoic face. He shook his head faintly.

My apologies. That was poorly worded. Let me rephrase: whats the difference between the homeland created by my fragment, and the one I showed you just now?

Huh? The difference?

I mulled it over, struggling to identify a clear distinction. From a global perspective, I couldnt pinpoint anything. But there was one thing I could say for sure

At the very least, Ive never set foot in the world youre showing me now. Even if its an exact replica filled with the same people, the difference lies in whether or not Ive actually lived there.

I see So thats how it is.

Hey, what are you trying to say?

God remained silent for a long moment. Then, with a clap of his hands, he opened countless windows behind him, each displaying a different scene.

I tried, you know. I scattered my fragments across countless worlds, experiencing life as a small one, living through many times. But I realized What those fragments feel, and what I feel, are not the same. No matter how far they go, theres nothing for menothing that becomes mine.

I see

You understand, dont you, Demon King? Your fragments and yourselftheyre both the same and not the same. The same applies to me.

He raised his right hand, conjuring a softly glowing orb. Gazing at it wistfully, he continued.

This is the fragment you called Luka. But while it is me, it is not me. Surely you, too, dont think of Luka and God as the same being?

Yeah, fair point.

I couldnt disagree. Luka and God were clearly different, just as I was different from my fragments. Each of us was a unique, irreplaceable entity.

Thus, I sought something that was mine alone. In this world, where all exists, I repeated countles events, searching for something that belonged to me. Eventually, I expected to find it. With no end to my existence, I should have reached that infinite horizon. But, Demon King you came. You brought an end to me. That is why I must eliminate you.

Standing from his seat, God was enveloped in a radiant white light. His loose robes transformed into leather armor, a majestic longsword now at his side. His hair, eyes, and every piece of his equipment gleamed pure white.

Vanish, Demon King! You are of no use to me!

With a face identical to mine, he screamed.

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