The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me

“Mmm…”

Lunar, who had been lying on the floor, staggered to her feet.

“…Where am I?”

She looked around with a puzzled expression.

“Why am I here?”

She adjusted her still-drowsy expression and tilted her head.

“…?”

There were countless pieces of paper scattered in front of her.

“What is this?”

For some reason, the smell of ink filled the air, but the papers were all blank.

“…Come to think of it, this is where they stayed.”

As Lunar habitually organized the mysterious papers into a neat stack, she realized where she was and mumbled.

“I vaguely remember coming here…”

- Swoosh, swoosh…

“Have I been overworking myself too much lately…?”

As she muttered and tried to leave, she paused, glancing at the papers.

Sunset 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

“What’s this…?”

The single word on the papers she unconsciously arranged stirred Lunar’s heart intensely.

“…?”

Unable to understand why, she tilted her head in confusion before resuming her usual cold, mechanical expression and leaving the cabin.

“I feel like I forgot something…”

She reopened the system log she had been analyzing recently.

“…”

Displayed before her were the gifts left by someone who had disappeared for everyone’s sake.

For some reason, the dew on the closed rosebuds, shining in the moonlight, created a dreamy atmosphere.

“Ah…”

Mesmerized by the dreamlike scene, Lunar passed through the roses, still fragrant, and gently stroked a rose.

“…So beautiful.”

As if pleased, the rose trembled shyly and began to bloom in her hand.

“Oh my.”

Seeing this, Lunar, inexplicably overwhelmed by a sense of longing, wore a sad smile as she strolled through the garden of blooming roses.

“So cute…”

As if delighted by her words, the roses swayed gently in the early morning breeze, as if nodding their heads.

“…But what does this mean?”

The Final Ordeal has concluded

Reward: The Ghostwriter of the World

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Some time ago.

Impossible.

The spiritual entity that once called itself “The Foreigner,” who had been tormenting Frey in the imaginary world, mumbled in disbelief as it prepared to end everything out of boredom.

- Shhh…

A brilliant energy emanated from the withered and bound Frey.

It was the ‘divinity’ that had vanished when the “Dark Tale Fantasy” was destroyed.

Despite wearing the Hero’s Armament, which upgraded the wearer to rival gods, Frey had been doomed to lose.

How can this be happening?

To the entity that believed everything was going according to plan, this was an unimaginable turn of events.

When that insignificant clown sat in front of the square object and groaned, it was merely amusing.

How could things have turned out this way, it could not comprehend it.

Did she create a new work?

To supply this much divinity so smoothly, a work equivalent to “Dark Tale Fantasy” was needed.

But how could that be possible?

Even gods from other dimensions struggled with this.

How could someone who had never encountered the culture of that world create such a work in the modern era, saturated with countless works from so many gods?

Damn it.

Peeking into the dimension of the Blue Star, it instinctively closed its eyes.

The world’s connection, which had been emptied with the disappearance of “Dark Tale Fantasy,” was now filled with a work it had never seen before.

Though different in type and content, the new work matched the status of “Dark Tale Fantasy” and was quickly supplying divinity into this world even now.

Damn it.

For a moment, the entity considered destroying this new work as well but soon realized it was impossible.

It had already sacrificed its physical body to erase one work.

To erase a work as vast as “Dark Tale Fantasy,” it would have to sacrifice its spiritual body too.

In other words, it would have to self-destruct.

Even then, it seemed unlikely it could erase the work itself.

It had consumed considerable power in the battle with Frey, who wore the Hero’s Armament.

Even if it tried to self-destruct in a final desperate act, it probably couldn’t damage the work in any significant way.

…Damn it.

Reaching this conclusion, the entity, feeling its soul boiling despite its ethereal state, looked away.

- Sshhh...

Then, trying to figure out what happened, it reviewed the records of the Debug Room.

Until recently, the entity had been monitoring Roswyn in real time.

Watching the pitiful creature struggle to create a work had been amusing enough.

When she was completely defeated and lost hope, the entity lost interest and stopped observing…

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Quickly rewinding through the records, it fell silent.

Of all times, at the moment she lost hope, a comment praising her had been posted.

The reason she had been a clown was that no one had praised her.

A girl who could only exhibit her true potential upon receiving ‘praise,’ yet had never been praised by anyone but Frey.

The entity knew well that a single word of praise could change everything for her, which was why it had always enjoyed watching her fumble…

Could it be that there was someone other than Frey who praised her?

…Tsk.

From then on, it was an obvious story.

After receiving praise, she rapidly began to improve her skills. And as she did, her work also began to grow quickly.

I don’t understand…

The entity, watching the process blankly, muttered to itself.

How could insignificant beings, not gods, not even immortals, just mere mortal beings, define their own existence, their own destiny?

It was a concept completely beyond its understanding.

It had wandered through countless dimensions, but never once had it encountered something like this.

It was close to impossible.

Even more so, the clown who did such a thing chose to disappear by herself long ago.

She wasn’t someone who had the capacity or courage to do something like this.

She was just a being meant to be ridiculed, to remain ignorant and foolish, to be laughed at until the end…

She was the perfect and insignificant existence chosen to illuminate the dark tale…

How?

No matter how much it thought about it and speculated, nothing changed.

The work was already connected to the world, and the clown had completed the act of ‘creation’ by erasing herself.

Its own memories of her existence were slowly fading, becoming certain…

Wait, what?

The entity noticed something strange for the second time at that moment.

Memories, fading…?

It was a being from beyond. It wasn’t subject to the laws and principles of this dimension.

Even if the clown disappeared from all timelines…

It should have been free from that influence.

Then why were its memories of her disappearing?

…!

The reason soon became clear.

How…?

As it frantically examined the work she had created, it discovered a significant phrase at the end.

The God of Chaos has been born.

It was an impossible thing.

For a mere management system, for a mere system…

To define a being from beyond?

This way, it couldn’t utilize the advantages of being an otherworldly entity.

Damn it.

Finally, the entity glanced at the small eye that had represented its will until now, the bait it had become, and muttered, grinding its teeth.

Because of you…

Over the long years, it had descended to the world, becoming foolishly similar to the humans it mocked.

Because of that, its one remaining ‘physical body,’ which had become the ‘God of Chaos,’ disrupted its plans.

So how does it feel? How does it feel to be struck down by a clown on stage?

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The entity, filled with rage, began to tremble as it read her taunt at the end of the work.

I know you’re secretly watching this. Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. You’re trembling in fear, aren’t you?

The entity, in shock from the taunt, remained silent for a while.

…Calm down.

Then, it began to take deep breaths.

Nothing has changed.

And then, calming its mind, it quietly thought.

Even if my existence has been defined… I am still powerful.

The penalty for its existence being defined was simple.

Even beings that weren’t as transcendent could attack it.

Previously, only highly powerful beings like the ‘Star God’ and her agent Frey could harm its undefined existence.

But now, anyone with a certain level of strength could harm the ‘God of Chaos.’

Indeed, nothing has changed.

But it was still powerful. It could still defeat the battered Frey in front of it.

And right now, there was no one else in this space but Frey.

- Fwipp…

Though Frey’s divine power had returned, making him a bit more troublesome, he was still alone, and victory was in its grasp.

- Swoosh…

Summoning numerous black chains and tendrils, the ‘God of Chaos’ muttered in a low voice.

“Ultimately, coming alone was your fatal mistake.”

Feeling a slight discomfort and an inexplicable sense of unease.

“Die.”

It attempted to strike Frey’s head with its attack.

- Crackle…!

But at that moment.

- Shhh…!

“…What!?”

A dazzling light flowed from Frey’s body, blocking the attacks.

- Sizzle…

At the same time, the handkerchief in Frey’s possession began to glow.

“…I’m glad I brought this.”

Frey, who had opened his eyes after a long time, looked at the handkerchief given by his sister.

“Really.”

As the patterns on the handkerchief began to shine, he smiled slightly.

- Crackle…!

The dark mindscape was illuminated brightly by the multicolored light emanating from the handkerchief.

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Meanwhile, at the seaside cabin.

“…”

The heroines sitting around the table stared blankly at their hands.

“Guys.”

“This… could it be…”

“Frey.”

On their hands, the patterns they had once drawn on the handkerchief began to /genesisforsaken