“I’m not sure if you both know, but the gods on Earth, where we previously lived, had to evolve to survive. At that time, they moved their operations to the modern media and press industry. Someday, it’ll be the same here. They’ll never die or be rid of.”

The man poured out his words in succession like bullets from a machine gun. He looked like a child who was showing excitement for something after a long time of depression.

“The gods… live in the press and mass media, not the church?”

“Would it be more understandable if I told you that it’s just a perspective difference between ‘a place that sells icons’ and ‘a place that makes icons?’”

“That’s a funny yet apt description,” San said as he laughed bitterly.

“Do you guys know what the similarity is with a reporter and a sperm? It was a widely known joke around my time on Earth…”

“What’s the difference?” Biyeon asked as she tilted her head.

“The odds of either one becoming a human are one in 300 million… Hahaha…!”

“…”

“Huh? Was it not funny? Why aren’t you both laughing? It’s a really high-level joke.”

“Well, I guess it’s kind of funny in its own way. I have a feeling that the analogy was a bit too crass.”

A bright smile appeared on both San and Biyeon’s faces. They both turned their heads toward the others. They were finally able to observe the Outsiders' appearance.

Three men and one woman. Very familiar style of clothing. Obviously, the style of their dress...