After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Everyone present was stunned. If they weren't mistaken, there was a person above the calamity's head.

Very well, the world has finally gone mad as they imagined.

"I think you're right, Paul. We should definitely find out what's on the door first." Luna crossed her arms and rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on her arms.

From the day Thorne disappeared from the Northern Territory, the whole situation became increasingly bizarre.

It started with a curse that broke out in the royal city, and later it was the mysterious northward march of the undead legion from the southern territory and the Calamity.

Frank had just plotted to launch an attack on the Northern Territory when the Undead headed straight for Green Gorge City... What exactly are they trying to do? What is it about the Northern Territory that makes them so hostile?

Has everyone forgotten that the Northern Territory is still resisting the demons?

Paul gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and said in a deep voice, "Let's put that aside for now. Have you noticed anything amiss?"

Everyone blinked, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Looking up at the sky, Paul, unable to find any reference points, looked serious. "My stamina is rapidly depleting, and the two types of magic within my body are also out of balance."

"The flow of time is wrong, we..."

Paul gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and slashed his palm. As the blood spilled onto the ground, a dozen drops of blood immediately gathered together.

In the blink of an eye, the wound on Paul's palm had scabbed over.

"Now that you mention it, oh?"

Cage, who also realized that his magic power had suddenly run out, wiped the blood flowing from his nostrils in surprise. Just as he was about to say something, everything went black and he collapsed to the ground.

Luna jumped up and down, seemingly unaffected. "If time really is accelerating, then why are we all still stuck in the same place?"

"Shouldn't we be suddenly appearing in various places?"

After thinking for a while, Paul shook his head. "I don't know either, but one thing I'm sure of is that the cursed incarnation was very likely not destroyed, and she has probably already appeared outside the city."

As the group discussed the matter, more and more soldiers fell into a coma for some strange reason. They were panting heavily, covered in cold sweat, and the weapons they were holding were slowly slipping from their hands.

Meanwhile, the undead army is rallying, spreading across the starry sky and once again building the ladder to siege the city.

Luna was completely stunned. If the figure that appeared above the giant worm was Diana, then was this strange situation because they had disturbed the curse?

"Young Miss, we must evacuate!"

As his brothers fell one by one, and the undead drew ever closer to the city walls, Federico, unable to remain calm any longer, hastily knelt down and begged for mercy.

The wind blew Luna's long hair. Without the slightest hesitation, she knew that her brother had repeatedly told her the importance of saving people at the cost of land.

She lowered her eyes, pulled Federico up, and nodded softly. "We're leaving..."

Clang!

The sound of a door being blasted open echoed throughout the battlefield, once again stirring up the changing situation.

……

Oswald, far away in the city of Kuogu, had been staring at the illusory gate that had appeared before him for a long time.

The door appeared in his office for some reason, and there was nothing dangerous about it.

Both he and the system speculated that this was probably the goddess's doing again.

The goddess remained as abstract as ever, so abstract that even Oswald wondered if she had forgotten to take her brain with her when she ascended to godhood.

The goddess's actions include, but are not limited to: occasionally creating a portal to invite Oswald home, occasionally dragging Oswald into an illusion and holding him in her arms, occasionally creating an underground city and stuffing the remains of the previous goddess into his hands...

The daily lives of the gods of different planes and the children of time travelers are often just this simple, unadorned, and monotonous.

Oswald would glance at the Illusionary Gate while doing official business, and he would glance at it while smoking. He looked at it sitting, standing, and lying down, but he never discovered that the goddess had any special intentions.

The door is still there, unchanged.

(Is she thinking... I'm homesick?)

[This isn't the door that will send you back, host. She probably just wants to disgust you.]

(I see.)

The man who wanted to unify the country fell silent, and the more he thought about it, the more likely this speculation seemed.

Gradually, the illusory gate, which was covered in white light, was stained with a crimson hue, and the red color became more and more vivid, soon emitting a bloody smell.

When Oswald returned to his office that night, he discovered the change and quickly realized that the goddess had carefully prepared a new trap for him, just waiting for him to jump into it.

[It smells like human blood, the source is unknown, but since it's meant to disgust the host, the blood flowing out here should be the blood of the people of the Northern Territory.]

After listening to the system's analysis, Oswald took a deep breath and calculated the time; the undead army should have arrived outside Green Canyon City by now.

(So ​​what was she trying to say? Was she implying that the army I had worked so hard to build was worthless in her eyes, or was she saying that if I didn't show myself, she would use her undead army to wipe out everyone in the Northern Territory?)

Sensing the host's agitation, the system quickly offered words of comfort.

[Host, don't panic. The situation isn't as bad as you think. You need to have faith in your soldiers.]

[The undead army is troublesome and will cause us some losses, but they are not an invincible enemy. We must be patient, hold on, and think positively...]

Before the words were even finished, a strange fluctuation in time swept out, and even the alarm that the system itself had designed sounded immediately with a series of "whoa whoa whoa whoa" sounds.

Oswald lowered his gaze, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes. "Damn goddess, she actually wants to force me to save her own creation."

The system fell silent, offered no words of comfort, quickly shut down the alarm, and quietly began tidying up the items in its space.

Because it had already sensed the host's uncontrollable killing intent.

The goddess finally revealed her trump card. How could the embodiment of the curse be defeated so easily? All that happened in the royal city was nothing more than a carefully designed deception.

Some people appear to be alive, but are actually dead; while others appear to be dead, but are actually still alive.

Oswald, who almost immediately deduced the truth behind the curse outbreak, revealed a sinister smirk.

He should perhaps congratulate the goddess for finally inventing a puppet that could replace the original body. However, the goddess should also feel regret, as she was ultimately a step too late, leading to the arrival of a spoiler.

Fate can be so ironic. Years ago, Oswald, who was in another world, could never have imagined that one day he would be sent to another world to fight against the gods.

The goddess also couldn't have imagined that the storyline of reincarnation would get worse with each passing time, to the point that it attracted troublesome time travelers.

Now, the goddess is threatening the lives she created, intending to once again suppress the extraterrestrial demons.

Oswald gripped the doorknob, and as a foul-smelling breeze blew in through the crack in the door, the system weakly added a comment.

[Host, just in case, why don't we draw that card first?]