In this life, there are countless things one can taste.
Some are sweet, like joy.
Others are sour, like fear.
There are flavors that burn and sting, like battle.
And others that are bitter—painfully, unbearably so—like suffering.
Yet not every flavor is meant for everyone.
The truth is simple:
A flavor few can taste is also a flavor few can resist.
Especially me.
I was one of them.
Under that premise, a foolish undead like myself—
Denied love, cursed with a single sense that could perceive nothing but pain—
Managed to open every door of the World's Realm of Knowledge
And taste the totality of its flavors.
And even though the world ended the way it did because of my actions,
I was about to taste the very last one.
Death.
The final human had just fallen before my eyes.
They had fought well, wielding an adaptive concept powerful enough to rewrite reality itself.
But the truth remained unchanged.
No one in known human history
Could defeat the Seven Eyes of Perdition alone.
Seven false gods.
Created by humanity in a desperate attempt to save themselves from my disasters—
Only to bring about absolute ruin.
Now, those seven entities surrounded me.
"Why!? Why!? How are you… still alive!?"
The furious roar of the Eye of Wrath tore through the stillness from the front.
A massive crimson eye, veins blazing like fire.
"Y-you… damned cheater… you're not even alive…" A poisonous hiss slithered in from the left.
The green Eye of Envy.
Its gaze twisted and venomous.
From the right came a voice that was curious—
Excited.
Unsettling.
Deep violet.
Lust smiled maliciously.
"How did you do it? Tell me. Tell me now. I want to try it. I want to taste it."
A profound blue presence pressed in from behind.
I had expected words, but the Eye of Greed offered only the crushing weight of its stare.
"Hm… just end this already…" That voice came from below.
Sloth.
Its enormous, weary-purple form sprawled beneath us all.
From above, a bright cyan light descended.
I met the arrogant, lofty gaze of the Eye of Pride.
"Ha, ha. After our long pursuit of knowledge against those foolish humans, we left no beating heart behind… and yet you still stand. Allow me to congratulate you. You've earned it."
Six eyes.
One was missing.
The one I knew best.
The first ever created.
The prototype for all the others.
The Eye of Gluttony.
My creation.
The sky and earth split apart.
A massive rift—like a dilated pupil—opened wide, revealing the truth.
All this time, we had been standing
Inside the mouth of the Eye of Gluttony.
Orange.
Predatory.
Tears dripped from the rift, melting the ground on contact.
Then its voice shook the air itself, heavy with hunger.
"I want it…"
Surrounded by the last remaining forms of life—
And by the beings who had exterminated all others—
There I stood.
An apparently young undead.
Pale gray skin.
Hair like metal, swaying in the wind.
Pink eyes, eager. Wanting.
My mouth was sealed shut by silver scars, like a cage.
Like gluttony itself.
Only my tongue remained alive,
Marked with a symbol that beckoned others inward—
Glimmering amid pink, radiant saliva.
Poor fools.
If I could have died by practical means,
I would have done so long ago.
But I was undead.
My heart did not beat.
Every time I died, I revived.
I had no senses beyond touch.
All I knew was pain—
Until I discovered its flavor.
A flavor that eventually allowed me
To simulate every other sense.
I grasped the white silk handkerchief around my neck and lowered it slightly, revealing my mouth.
I spoke, amused.
"There's a reason monsters like you will never surpass humans. Do you know why?"
Silence followed.
Then—unexpectedly—it was Sloth who answered.
"Why…?"
"Because humans can use knowledge to create new knowledge," I said.
"You, on the other hand, are nothing more than physical copies of what already exists."
"And therefore, you cannot create."
"You will never devise a strategy against something you have never seen."
"Oh?" Pride scoffed from above.
"If that were true, you wouldn't be the last human alive. Am I wrong?"
"Im not…" I replied.
"Actually… I'll let you taste the answer instead."
[Key Invocation: Ekdzoes]
In this world, knowledge is power.
It is also a key—
One that opens the many doors of the Realm of Knowledge.
And that realm?
It is the place I emptied completely.
After hearing everything.
Smelling everything.
Feeling everything.
Seeing everything.
And finally—
Tasting everything.
That is why the key that opens every door now bears my name.
The key manifested before me.
Then came the door.
Silver.
Trimmed with pink.
The Eyes reacted instantly.
Greed's intense blue intent lunged toward me—
—but I didn't allow it.
[Instinct Form]
To avoid wasting time thinking, I shifted into my instinctive state—
Where all processing becomes absolute.
Seven forms sought to devour me.
So I prepared seven recipes.
Greed.
To take more than one can carry.
I will show you something so priceless
That the only way to obtain it
Is to abandon at least one thing you already possess.
Wrath.
Excessive energy trapped in insufficient space.
I will let you release everything upon me—
Until nothing of you remains.
Envy.
The false desire to have, rather than to be.
I will give you what you want most,
And your inability to truly possess it will consume you.
Lust.
To place flesh above the self.
For you, merely looking will be enough.
After all, I am the last thing left for you to use in this world—
And you won't want it to end quickly.
Sloth.
A tired body that breeds a tired mind.
Were you even planning to attack?
No matter. I will grant you Wrath's energy—
So you may rise…
And die when your body fails to endure it.
Pride.
A self-made mask protecting you from the reality you fear.
Unworthy.
I will give you nothing—
Only tear that mask away and show you what you will never be.
And finally—
Gluttony.
The urge to taste.
Return to me, my creation.
I will feed you what every monster desires without realizing it:
The ability to create knowledge.
The key dissolved.
The door opened.
Within it, countless other doors appeared—
Space.
Light.
Reflection.
All the knowledge needed for the seven recipes gathered at once.
Seven new abilities were about to be born.
Or rather—
They almost were.
If I used what little energy I had left,
I would need to rest far too long afterward.
And fighting these beasts
Was never my true goal.
Not even close.
I only came to fix what I had caused—
Before willingly tasting the final flavor.
So I imagined it.
Perfectly.
Every action.
Every movement.
Every step—without skipping a single detail.
Because precision is the core of knowledge.
And in that moment,
I created an eighth ability.
The pinnacle of knowledge.
If I defeat them in my mind,
Then I win before the battle even begins.
Its name was:
[Eat Before Being Served]
Or simply—
"You are mine."
The world was swallowed by the intense pink of my bite.
And everything ended.
At last.
Having tasted the final thing the world had to offer me…
It was time to die.
For the final time.