She is not an investigator.

"Why…"

“Felina…they are my friends, my family, my past.”

These embryos, these monsters, these... people from the past?

Where did those people go? Where did the people of this city go?

Perhaps, perhaps…

At this moment, the answer is found.

“They said I was the only successful test subject, so I was freed, so… they were all failures.”

Human experimentation.

He was the only survivor among all the people in the city.

"They said I was powerful, that I would be their last weapon, and that I would be the key to protecting humanity."

“Absurd… Utterly absurd…!”

“Felina, you know the whole truth. Leave... leave this place. It's no longer safe here. This city... has been destroyed.”

"..."

Should she leave?

She seemed to know everything that was happening here, yet she knew nothing at all.

All the evidence of the city's crimes will be covered up in this disaster, and the destruction of the city will be the best shield for their horrific experiments.

Her one-sided account cannot serve as valid evidence. Those people... they should be held accountable for their actions and should pay the price.

She can't go.

She wanted to stay here. She wanted to find all the evidence, to find the truth, and to expose to everyone all the ugly, cruel, and immoral truths.

She had to, she had to do it…

“Felina…”

Millie, am I your friend?

Millie paused for a moment, then slowly nodded amidst the countless embryos rushing towards her from behind.

"of course."

"Then, please help me, Millie... help me find the whole truth, help me get justice for your friends, for your family."

"..."

Millie fell silent. The embryos behind her began to stir restlessly. They had no reason, no wisdom; they only wanted to tear Philina apart.

But she has.

Millie has.

and so.

Even if you might die here?

Even if I might die here.

"…I see."

Flowers are in full bloom, and vines are spreading.

Surrounded by countless strange creatures, Millie rose into the air.

Those were exquisite flowers, the tendrils of life.

Her spores never convey despair and suffering; she is a weapon, but she is more than just a weapon.

"I will help you, my friends, and they will help you too."

As the spores fell, the restless embryos stopped moving.

They became docile, friendly, and regained their reason and wisdom.

Unable to speak, the flood of memories led them to set aside their prejudices without prior agreement.

In the end, they chose to believe her, chose to believe in Felina.

Someone has to pay the price for this.

Someone has to pay the price for this disaster.

“It will destroy this city, it will cover up all the evidence, it is the source of everything, the origin of all evil, and I, we… cannot tolerate its arrival.”

Millie raised her hand, and a blood-red flower fell into Philina's hand.

“Felina, let’s go, let’s do it together… to fulfill your wish.”

…………

"...How much longer are we going to stay here?"

"Until the world is destroyed, until everything is over, until they have dealt with that big guy and finally have time to look for Simia who has disappeared from the team, then we can send out a distress call."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know, but if I throw you down, the people below should be able to notice what's happening up above, and you'll probably be rescued soon."

"But no one thought there would be two Simias in the world, so in the end, they took my body and left, while you, my friend, will be trapped on this rooftop forever, like a ridiculous clown."

"What a smooth talker! He's good for nothing but his mouth."

"Ha, are you talking about me, or about yourself? Of course, I wouldn't mind comforting you while you're crying and complaining to others that I argued with myself and got yelled at back."

"What a nasty fellow."

"Each each other."

The Gods' Fool's Play - Beyond the World: Chapter 40, Wings of a Godless World

"Hmm... I really wanted to help too..."

Vicatina sat in the church, looking sullenly at the hound who was also sitting to one side, busy checking his own equipment.

"Hey, what's your name? I don't know your name."

Seemingly bored, Vicatina took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Unfortunately, she was destined to receive no answer.

After all, the hound is notoriously socially awkward.

…………

"Waaah—"

The giant baby that lost its arm felt fear; it was a perception of danger, just like a smart person who will always actively avoid dangers that might harm them.

But it couldn't get up; it could only lie in the ruins of the city, like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

It was unwilling, it was angry, it wanted to rebel, but the weight of the world kept pressing down on it, making it impossible for it to ever get up.

Igris approached it, went to its ear, and then to its reclining head.

Its eyes saw Igris's figure, and her exquisite face.

Then it stopped struggling, stopped resisting, and stopped rioting.

It instinctively stretched out its long-lost arm and called out softly in a muffled, indistinct voice.

"—"

It can no longer make a sound.

By the time it noticed, the blade in front of it had already fallen.

"…cut--!"

puff.

These were the sounds emanating from Igris's body. Her skin was covered in wounds, her arm was bent and broken at an odd angle, and large mouthfuls of blood were gushing from her mouth. She was on the verge of death.

But the weapon in her hand still fell to the ground.

With a bright arc of light, accompanied by a sharp sword cry.

puff-

This is the silhouette of the colossal object before us.

Its head was gone, its body convulsed violently, and bright red blood gushed out like a water pump, staining half the street crimson.

It died, its life severed by the blade in her hand before it was completely gone.

But this was not the end. Its body began to melt, and the structure connecting its spine finally revealed itself.

The damaged, rusty metal pipes were finally revealed to everyone at this moment.

That red doesn't belong to this world; it's the heaviest stroke on the paintbrush.

It was like a pure white deity in a church, a new being born after absorbing all the blood and life from that corpse.

Its wings blot out the sky, and it has tens of thousands of angels. It descends from the heavens and unleashes divine punishment upon all creatures that attempt to peek into its sacredness.

It is the source of everything, the beginning of evil, the error that breaks the rules, and the madness that sweeps away reason.

It is, in a world without gods... a god.

Its power is enough to destroy everything, and its authority will annihilate everything.

But it didn't work out.

Right now.

An invisible mist seeped into the deep red sky.

They wandered, lingered, and climbed onto its body.

They began to bite, to devour, to pluck its wings, and to seize its power.

Its angels were affected by the mist and began to fall and perish.

Within that mist, a writhing chaos lurks, tormenting its reason, its very essence.