The walls of the building shook, and from beneath its edges, an iron wall rose up, covering all of them. All the lights turned off.
"Yikes! It's so dark… Scary!"
Anon panicked, reaching his hands into the darkness.
> [Cleaning done. Operation success!]
The iron walls sank back into the ground.
The lights returned.
The crowd he saw earlier vanished, with no sign that there had ever been people there.
"Wh-What?… Am I dreaming or something? This place is so creepy!"
He rubbed both shoulders while looking around.
Then someone spoke behind him:
"Entity 111! A pleasant day."
When he turned around, he saw a tall man with a solid posture, pale skin, and short dark hair.
He wore a black long polo, a long brown tie, and shiny silver shoes.
"Who are you?"
Anon asked skeptically, his voice sharp.
"Where did those insolent old geezers go?"
The man who had appeared responded:
"Those sinners didn't accept their salvation, so they must be judged by power!
So, no less, no more explanation.
You asked my name?"
He laughed and walked closer to Anon.
Then he leaned an arm on Anon's shoulder and said:
"Let me tell you about myself, kid. After the appearance of the Roots of Existence on Earth—the star that gives and steals—and after the god-humans left Earth, the remaining humans who did not gain power formed groups divided into families: the Bazarkos, Glerton, and Destopen families.
Each of these families had a different duty: to find food, to rescue, and to build.
And then a certain person from one family brought the devil, and that person is D—"
His words were cut off by Anon's annoyance.
"Ahh, are you starting to tell me a story, man?
That will make me sleepy! It's still daytime! I don't wanna sleep!"
But his eyes were already shutting, and finally, he fell asleep.
Anon slumped onto the man's shoulder. The man said:
"W-Wait! I'm not finished yet!"
He sighed.
"System Zero! Bring this child into the room."
> [King Dan request! Accepted!]
Robotic arms appeared and carried Anon into a room.
"Well, this time, I'll never repeat that mistake,"
he said, looking at the ceiling.
He walked away and went outside.
Unforgettable memories flashed before him; he heard his own voice crying and shouting in despair.
"Damn, why now?"
Tears welled in his eyes, falling uncontrollably.
He rubbed his face and continued walking.
---
Two days later
In a wide room with white walls, a high ceiling, and monitors on every side—filled with many unfamiliar things—Anon finally woke up.
At first, his vision was blurry. He rubbed his eyes and sat on the bed, thinking:
"What was I going to do again?"
> [Entity 111! Reporting!
Entity 111 has awoken!]
"Entity 111… Is that what they're calling me?"
"Argh!"
He shouted.
His body felt heavy, and he could barely move his foot because of the cuff on it.
"When did they put this thing on me?
Hmph."
He smirked.
"Do they really think they can capture me and stop me from continuing my story?
In their dreams.
Ohhh, it's continuing! I have my antagonist now, so I'm a full-fledged protagonist! Yohoo!"
He celebrated.
Then he chanted his favorite phrase:
"Great Collapse!"
The cuff was pulverized into dust.
He managed to sneak out of the room.
Outside was the most confusing place he'd ever seen.
"What in the world! How can I get out of here without getting lost?"
To be honest, he was already lost.
The place was full of hallways and many rooms.
Anon heard voices coming from a room.
He peeked through a small gap in the door.
His eyes widened as he witnessed a brutal scene inside.
His hair stood on end, sweat soaked his body, and his feet trembled.
He saw an inhuman sight: people lying on every bed with their bodies opened up, but still alive. And these were the same people from the crowd that disappeared the other day.
"These fools are unforgivable… yeah, I should have never held back when it comes to my villains."
He opened the door. The workers inside were shocked when they saw him and shouted:
"System Zero! Emergency!"
Before the system could respond, Anon had already chanted:
> [Analyzing situ—]
"Great Collapse!"
His voice echoed in their ears, and this collapse was an even stronger one.
The whole floor cracked, spreading until the edge.
All of them fell into the holes. The air itself boomed from the force, crushing those who were too close.
They screamed, but no sound was heard.
The entire area became ruins.
Not even a single boulder the size of a human remained—only a mountain of blood and dust.
Above, Anon floated, his head tilted as he looked down.
"You villains! I've ended your roles in this story now."
His voice had two tones, as if two people were speaking.
---
At the Grandeul Jail
At a long rectangular table, there was a discussion among the high officials of the Kingdom of Technology, also known as the Kingdom of Knower.
One person stood, his posture formal, his arms crossed behind his back.
Then he spoke:
"Recently, I discovered the whereabouts of the seed of the Devil of the Light."
When they heard it, their expressions turned pale, as if they had heard of an unstoppable coming storm.
"Are you sure?"
"Did you capture it?"
"What is it like?"
"Is it powerful?"
"Can we defeat it?"
"Are you joking?"
They all asked different questions.
But his answer shocked them even more.
"Yes, it's true. I located him, and luckily, we captured him without any casualties.
His power level is immeasurable—possibly rivaling the Devil he comes from."
Then he sat down.
Another official stood up.
"As you heard, everything he said is true. I have here the report of what kind of power that kid wields.
As we all know, god-humans have different powers, but only two purposes: to create or to destroy.
But that Devil's purpose is to destroy, though she can also use a bit of creation—the creation of her own seed.
This seed has both purposes, but he can only use them under certain conditions.
We discovered two days ago that he can do both—destroy and create or repair—by chanting."
After his report, the system's alarm rang, signaling danger.
> [Evacuate to the highest security!]
They all panicked.
Everyone outside ran into their houses, buildings became covered by iron walls, and the officials' building slowly began sinking.
Then a voice boomed from outside:
"Y'all decide—hide or die?"
They panicked even more, questioning each other whether to listen or not.
But one person reassured them, saying,
"Don't worry, we have our own weapons that could shut it down."
But they didn't know that their confidence would drag them all to their graves.