I Made a Game Featuring Constellations Chapter 107

"What, is this just an AoE pattern? How basic."

"The belly is all soft! Weak point, maybe?"

"The head's tilting! Breath attack incoming! Move to the corners!"

The battlefield was packed with players.

They weren’t perfectly coordinated—this was their first ti fighting this boss, after all.

So were getting in each other’s way, and the occasional argunt broke out.

But that didn’t matter.

Because the sheer number of players was an insurmountable force against Beidos.

Tens of thousands of warriors, each wielding the power of heroes.

Battle-hardened, fearless, relentless.

Even as Beidos unleashed breath attacks and waves of destruction, the players refused to back down.

[Begone, you insignificant pests! Do you even know who I am?!]

But even the Dark God’s immortal body was beginning to crumble.

"Health is below 25%!"

"Watch for berserk mode! He might have a second phase!"

[FILTHY MORTALS!]

What the gods themselves could not do—

The players were achieving with ease.

Far away, a small shadow watched from a distance.

Observing.

Calculating.

Waiting.

'So this is… the power that neutralized Â̵̳̅ļ̴̛̤͓̩̙̜͙͚̜̎̀͂̉͒͜i̵̧̡̜͔̩̘͒͗̉̓͜͝c̶̛̘̦̟̪͓̼͍͚̃̄̍̔͆̑̏̓͌̑̏̈̉̏e̶̢̛̹̼͇̩̥̩͎̠̫̝̥̥̋̿̈́̇̀̎͗̀͋͊̍͂̿͗͜.'

Beidos had been fully resurrected—strong enough to shatter this dinsion.

And yet, even gods weren’t stepping in.

Why?

Because of this.

Because of this horrifyingly unique scene.

Sothing unprecedented across all known dinsions.

'The power that erased her without a trace…'

'...I think I understand why she never returned.'

Watching it happen firsthand, and yet still not understanding the logic.

An impossible Authority that overwrote reality itself.

Summoning hundreds of thousands of warriors to hunt a single being.

They weren’t illusions.

Each one was a living mortal.

Given power, purpose, and a singular target.

This wasn't just so minor disruption.

This was an anomaly beyond anomalies.

'But…'

'That doesn’t an it can’t be dealt with.'

Seizing the opportunity—

The shadow leapt into the sky.

And from that peak of darkness—

A black tide erupted, spreading in all directions.

"What’s this black liquid?"

"Gross. This second phase is nasty."

"Ugh. The floor is all sticky. I hate it."

The corrupting ooze spread relentlessly.

Filling every corner of the battlefield.

Until—

WUUUUNG!

The Authority of Dreams cracked.

[HAHAHAHA! I KNEW YOU WOULDN’T FAIL !]

Through the fractures, the Dark God’s true power returned.

"My Ring of the Underworld isn't activating!"

"I… I can’t move…!"

The players’ dream-powered enhancents began to fade.

The battlefield was collapsing.

[W-Wait! You! You’re BETRAYING ?!]

Beidos’s pupils dilated, his mind clouded.

The black mist poured into him, infecting his already twisted soul.

[Dark God. Do what you must.]

The shadow gazed down upon him with cold detachnt.

The irregularity had been identified.

Now, it just needed to be removed.

If they could eliminate this battlefield and capture the anomaly, then—

They might just find Â̵̳̅ļ̴̛̤͓̩̙̜͙͚̜̎̀͂̉͒͜i̵̧̡̜͔̩̘͒͗̉̓͜͝c̶̛̘̦̟̪͓̼͍͚̃̄̍̔͆̑̏̓͌̑̏̈̉̏e̶̢̛̹̼͇̩̥̩͎̠̫̝̥̥̋̿̈́̇̀̎͗̀͋͊̍͂̿͗͜.

The enslaved Dark Dragon roared, unleashing his power once more.

And the Authority of Dreams began to break apart.

***

The past ca rushing back—mories long buried, now laid bare.

“Why, why are you doing this, Sister?!”

“I’m sorry, Beydia. This is… his order.”

“His? You an… the Celestial God ordered this?”

“…Yes. He commanded to kill you.”

“W-Why…?”

That day—when my sister tried to kill —I would never forget the shock.

She was the only person I could trust in the Organization.

The only one I believed in.

The only family I had left.

And she tried to kill .

CRACK.

CRASH.

“……Hmph. From that height, there’s no way she survived.”

At the ti, I thought I had escaped by sheer luck.

That I had sohow survived the impossible.

But looking back now—

I knew the truth.

She had let live.

She had fooled everyone—including .

Pretending to kill to satisfy the Dark God’s order, while secretly saving .

"I’m sorry, Beydia… I’m so sorry… Please forgive …”

I had survived—

Only to find her crying alone in the dark.

And from that day forward—

Her suffering never stopped.

As the First Apostle of the Dark God—the Queen of Night—

She carried out his will, aiding in his resurrection.

But behind the scenes, she plotted against him.

She expanded her influence, carefully manipulating his forces.

She studied the Soul Furnace, where countless sacrificed souls fueled the Dark God’s domain.

And all the while—

His voice echoed in her mind.

The Dark God's whispers clawing at her sanity.

But she endured.

For .

For my survival.

Then—the ti ca.

The Dragonslayer and her dragon stord the Organization’s defenses.

And my sister…

She let them in.

The Dark God’s domain should have crushed them.

But she knew—

This was their only chance.

So, she plunged the dagger she had spent years sharpening.

She destroyed the Soul Furnace.

She destroyed the Dark God’s domain.

And for the first ti—

Beidos, the Dark Dragon, was left vulnerable.

The Dragonslayer and her partner did not hesitate.

They ended him.

It was over.

Everything was over.

My sister smiled.

She thought that, finally, things would be right again.

That she would co back to .

That she would tell everything.

That she would apologize.

That we would live together, sowhere peaceful, free from all of this.

And then—

Beidos ca back.

Not as a living dragon.

Not as a divine being.

But as a fragnt of malice, a piece of his shattered soul—

A remnant of cursed divinity, clinging to existence.

"B-Beidos…?”

[I see. So it was you.]

[You betrayed … for HER.]

He had lost his power, his flesh—

But he still had enough left to kill a single human.

And that human—

Was .

Darkness descended upon .

I could feel my soul unraveling.

"N-No!"

And then—

My sister jumped.

She couldn’t stop the Dark God.

She couldn’t fight the curse.

But she could make a choice.

She sacrificed herself to the Soul Furnace.

"I’m sorry, everyone."

"But I… I have to protect Beydia."

The screams of a thousand tortured souls surrounded her.

Their anger, their hatred, their pain—

All of it devouring her.

She should have died there.

She should have faded away.

But instead—

She was reborn.

Not as a mortal.

Not as a human.

But as the Constellation of the Night.

The last thing she did before becoming a god—

Was curse .

A golden seal, shackling my mind.

She erased the truth from .

She made hate her.

So that I would never rember.

So that I would never be hunted by the Dark God’s lingering malice.

And she wiped her own mories, too.

She cut out the pain.

She cut out her regrets.

She left behind only what was necessary to keep moving forward.

For centuries, she lived in solitude.

Carrying the weight of her sins alone.

Fighting so that I could be free.

"Sister… Sister…"

Why, Sister… Why did you…?!

[So, do you understand now?]

The Goddess of Wisdom’s voice echoed in my mind.

“…Yes. I understand now.”

The golden seal shattered.

And with it—

The souls trapped in the furnace flooded toward .

Their rage, their suffering, their endless desire for vengeance—

Beca my divinity.

[Go.]

[Do what must be done.]

The path opened before .

And I saw him.

Beidos.

The one true enemy.

The thing that had taken everything from us.

Now.

Now, I could end it.

"Sister… I’ll save you."

***

The Goddess of Wisdom smiled, watching from afar.

"Now that’s what I call devotion, kid."