|I'M THE OP VILLAINESS| {Yuri}

CHAPTER 28『GODFALL』

Ah, this is so refreshing! I didn't even need to extract the Demiurgia out of her body. Less work, more powers, and more fun.

I hate god. In fact, I hate anything that is related to religion. I got big on Gnosticism when I was a teen, and it sort of stuck to me. Then, I discovered this game.

It was annoying to know that in-game, there were "gods" that were supposed to keep track of your progress and all that shit. That is why I sympathize myself with Vespertite; because she wants to end this façade and bring the world and the Empire into the face of the ultimate theosis. Becoming the Gnosis, collecting our consciousness, and rule over the world as the one, true deity of united, ecumenical order.

I took advantage of the origins of the Urgish race, that being that Dionysus created us from the remnants of the true God, and created the Blood Rituals: a series of Forbidden Rituals that connects the "Initiator", me, with its "Subjects". My binding them with me, they receive power boosts, and I claim their obedience, I copy their powers, I receive a part of their consciousness.

I am about to become the one and only true God in this lifetime. No matter how many Aristea's try to stop me, I will prevail. I will crush any opposition. I will emerge victorious and nobody will be able to halt my advance.

She should be here anytime soon. Aurelia, with the spoils of victory in either her hands, or in her psyche, bearing the Cores of the gods within her.

I will rule this world, just because I can. And I want to possibly return to my old one if I can. Maybe become the universal pandeity of the Cosmos and control everything, even parallel universes.

"What are you looking at, you fucktard?!"

The sqeak of a certain bug brought me out of my internal monologue. I pointed my Surger at her.

"I ask the questions. You answer them. Simple as that. Each time you don't follow this rule, a finger of yours will be chopped off. Am I clear?"

The Commander of the Eastern Boshin Empire just growled at me.

"Excellent."

I turned my back on her in this cold, muggy, dark room of the captured city. It was way underground, with sand occasionally falling onto our heads, signifying how deep in the ground we were.

"Now. Tell me, who are you?"

"I...am Nobody. Outis. I am sure you've heard of me."

I stopped dead at my tracks. After processing a little what she just said, I raised my head up at the ceiling, laughing in a malicious tone. My blood-stained teeth from last night horrified my adversary, as she looked at my smile in a terrorized fashion.

"Ah, the Odyssey. What a fantastic piece of work. It is probably the most legendary antiquital novel of all time."

"Yes. You fit the characterisation of Cyclops, Your Highness. A horrific, disgusting monster-!"

"Silence!"

My voice ricocheted all across the claustrophobic room, making our prisoner and the friends who kept her company much more...reserved.

"Ah, now this is how a class should behave!"

I looked around; beheaded bodies, some of them with their brains blown out from their skulls while they were still binded with chains and ropes.

I clapped my hands twice in front of the face of the enemy Commander.

"Showtime!"

I made a twirl around myself and my expensive clothes, as my shoes were drained in the pools of blood that flowed hot and stained the ground.