Grid had always wondered—why didn’t the Goddess take back her blessing? 

Every time he struggled and realized the value of the inherent blessing, confusion grew and anxiety took hold. 

He could feel a bad stench from within the depths of his body. The curse of the Goddess, in the guise of a blessing, festered and clung fiercely to his destiny. He wanted to shake it off right away. It felt like a time bomb that could explode at any time, so he gradually became nervous. He even had a habit of calculating how many more gods he would have to harm before the Goddess showed her true colors. 

‘...It wasn’t a curse or a bomb.’ 

He remembered the voice of the Goddess he heard when he first visited the Vatican a long time ago. 

A voice that was infinitely warm, yet somehow sad. At the time, he simply thought it was a pity for those who had suffered under the corrupted pope. 

Thus, it was more questionable. Why did the Goddess turn away from people even though she had compassion for them? Additionally, why did she lead to the end of the world? 

There was so little information that he couldn’t guess it at all. It was impossible for him to understand the psychology of the Goddess. 

If she was going to destroy humanity again, why did she give the divine messages to help so many people? The Goddess’ warmth was too ‘real’ for her to be regarded as a common and obvious villain from the cliches. The...