If someone were utterly drained, they would likely see only emptiness. I had experienced it firsthand. But now, instead of seeing emptiness, I was hearing nonsense.0

"Martial God?" I asked, baffled.0

—That's right, Messenger. 0

Martial God… God… I wasn't clueless about what this meant. The reverse triangle symbol Carzakh had discovered on the map indicated that somewhere in this cave was the Altar of a Forgotten God.2

Don't tell me the battle awakened that forgotten god?!0

—Are you surprised? Messenger, this Martial God doesn't deceive. This glorious offer isn't just empty talk. Now, hurry to the altar where I am.0

The nonstop chattering was unbearable. Maybe it was because I had overexerted myself for the first time in ages, but my head was pounding. I didn't care whether it was the Martial God or the Literature God. For now, I just wanted him to be quiet.0

—Hmm. It looks like you aren't happy about this relationship. I see. Are you not my messenger, then?0

I don't know. I just want to sleep—0

—Then I will have to find another believer. It seems like another martial artist is on their way here.0

I forced my eyes to open at the words....0