In a dimension distinct from the familiar laws of time and space, the Sacred Hall stood. This realm, ruled by God Himself, was a breathtaking marvel untouched by worldly concepts and constraints.In this domain, mere thoughts were transformed into tangible reality. Fatigue, discomfort, and hunger were foreign, replaced by an endless stream of entertainment that kept boredom at bay. The primary spectacle was the Golden Screen, aptly known as the World’s Mirror. It was a divine conduit through which one could observe any person, place, or event occurring within the earthly realm.Observing the daily unfolding of life from this privileged vantage point, I realized that God's famed omniscience was enabled by this all-seeing mirror. Time, an illusion in this realm, allowed me to immerse myself fully in humanity's last struggle, presented without restriction on the screen before me.With an unsettling fascination, I watched the desperate battles, the rivers of spilled blood, and the mounting

Clad in my dark, hooded cloak - check! Donned in my sleek gloves and boots - double-check! My exquisite sword at the ready - triple-check! And, to top it all, the fox mask that I had eagerly purchased online, inspired by one of my favorite anime - quadruple check! A rush of thrill surged within me as I stood poised before the mischievous Ogre. Enveloped in an aura of charisma, my mysterious persona brought a smile to my face. 'I must admit, I've always yearned to have an experience like this!'I had to credit God for this opportunity. This world was the perfect canvas to paint my fantasies upon, and I planned on creating a myriad of colorful memories.I summoned my Core-5 blade from the [Subspace] and brandished it at the Demon, a grin etched beneath my white mask. The sword, once belonging to an erstwhile ally, was tightly grasped in my hand. After losing my previous weapon to the Hell Kobold King and depleting my arsenal of daggers due to their frailty against its mana shield, t

"...My second reason is anchored in hope. I believe that these seemingly barren buildings still hold potential resources. It's likely that food, clothing, and other invaluable materials are hidden away within them. So, while we secure shelter in one of these structures, I will personally undertake a search to uncover anything we can use back at the camp," Anne articulated with conviction.A wave of awe washed over the group as they absorbed her words. Indeed, they couldn't imagine a more fitting leader among them. Anne's assertiveness and pragmatic outlook were undisputed.Her words were undeniable; the logic, indisputable. Anne was not just thinking about the immediate wellbeing of the group, but also contemplating the long-term sustainability of the camp.The man with the glasses, named Peter, was the first to break the silence. "I-I see… I apologize for my earlier misunderstanding," he admitted humbly.Anne dismissed his apology with a casual s

'Oh, this is far more entertaining than I anticipated!'From my vantage point, I could feel the young woman's palpable fear resonating a few meters away from me.I had been discreetly observing her as she embarked on a futile quest throughout the building, searching for any useful resources, only to be met with disappointment.Finally, she crumbled to her knees, heavy breaths escaping her lips. It was clear that fatigue had finally overwhelmed her.'This is my opportunity,' I mentally prepared myself.Within a few moments, I silently traversed the distance between us, approaching her from the nearby stairs. Aware that my presence would soon fall within her sensory range, I steeled myself for the impending encounter.I had taken the necessary precautions beforehand. I'd altered my clothing and smeared my face with dirt to give myself a ragged appearance. My hair was tousled into a disheveled mess, and a thrilling grin spread acros

I made my way towards the spot where I had arranged a few torches and switched them on, casting a soft glow across the room.Anne's eyes widened as she absorbed the sight before her. The space was orderly and compact, devoid of any superfluous clutter that might make it too confining.“W-whoah… It’s just like the Camp…” she murmured, seemingly to herself.I could easily see why she made that comparison. I had arranged multiple blankets around the room for warmth, given the lack of electricity, and stockpiled a corner with some foodstuffs. Disassembled home appliances, capable of serving as makeshift weapons, were scattered around, as were rechargeable battery lamps, only one of which I had turned on to conserve energy.“A-Amazing! This is amazing…” she kept praising.Her incessant commendation left me wondering if I had perhaps overdone it. If she was this impressed, it meant I had inadvertently portrayed myself as more of a survivalist than I had intended.I had to somehow debunk tha