“As such, your name is.”

He spoke while fading away.

“Dekarma.”

“…..”

I stood dazed for a moment in the darkened world. There were just too many things in my mind.

‘What does this… mean?’

Until now, I assumed that the administrator became the Machine God after his downfall. Then, he would have met my mother after being fatally wounded by the Martial God Dark. However, what I saw told a different story.

I remembered Dekarma’s words.

- Hahaha! Trash… Right! Definitely trash. Because you cut off your pride and sins and threw it all out!

He was referring to himself with ridicule. Just as Kronos separated his sins and arrogance, the administrator also cut off his antipathy and disgust for the Creation God.

A new scene appeared from the darkness.

A man was lying in the middle of Myeong-dong, a street which was full of people. I could not see the man’s lower body anywhere, and a fist mark the size of a head was clearly imprinted on his chest.

He was crying.

It was not because he was in pain, nor was it because of his anger towards the Martial God for making a mess of everything. He cut off his own soul to return to the father. He slumbered in his Godly Artifact for a long time, and he came to his senses the moment...