Again and again, the countess appeared before science, like all powerless mortals.

But at the same time, who is it who fights science with the power of terror and traps his spirit in the center of endless destruction?

The god sat at the round table in the center of the room and smiled.

No matter how radiant the soul of the countess is, it is impossible for her to confront the gods, and it is the monster that really traps the gods here.

And if you want to get out of here, you have to find that monster.

The Countess was nothing more than a decoy to lead science down the wrong path, and her courage was amazing for a mortal.

Science stood up with a smile and raised a hand.

And yet nothing happened.

The god lowered his hand in surprise and looked around.

Even if they are entangled by monsters and take away most of their power, the gods should not be so powerless.

This place, either made by the metal monster or the countess, should not be so powerful, even if it could temporarily trap science, and even be unresponsive to the power of the gods.

Science has reluctantly found itself in a trap.

Outside the window, the terrifying battle continues, countless worlds seem to bloom and fall, and the formation and destruction are only in an instant, and the terrifying power beyond the imagination of mortals collides in the void, exercising the unique power of the gods, and the creation and destruction are repeated again and again, endlessly.

Science knew that he could not rely on the help of the power of the gods, and now, he had to face this trap alone.

Then he stood up like a mortal science, and walked towards the door like an ordinary man, trying to keep up with the departing countess.

Then science found that the door could not be opened.

It took a moment for the god to fully understand his situation, he had never experienced such a thing as being locked in a room, and science had replaced it with a trap to regain the ability to think.

Then he realized that the door no longer existed.

The doorknob was actually hanging on the wall, and what appeared to be the exit had been sealed.

Science is no longer confused, and he clearly knows that he is trapped in a trap.

Then the gods found themselves faced with a problem they had never seen before.

In science, since the birth of this being, he has never fallen into a trap, and anyone who tries to trap him will be torn to shreds by the terrifying force.

But now, the power of the gods is being held back, and he is helpless in the face of this trap.

Science begins to think.

The god soon discovered that when omnipotence was temporarily restricted, all he could rely on was omniscience.

However, the latter is far less powerful than the former, for example, omnipotent science will never be trapped in a trap, while omniscient science does not know how to escape from it.

Mortals, such wonderful creatures, they enjoy the privilege of creating.

It was supposed to be a privilege that science could only enjoy, but the merciful god taught mortals to do this, and as a result, trapped himself in a room without a door.

Then, at some point, science suddenly knew something that surprised him.

It's not without doors here.

It's just that the door is hidden out of the sight of science.

At the bottom of the wall, disguised as a door, there was a small opening in the corner, like a door many times smaller, that was open.

"It's not going to bother me, ma'am. ”

Science feels underestimated.

In the center of this god battlefield, where the power of the omnipotent gods is stripped and isolated, the gods may not be omnipotent, but the world itself allows many impossible things to exist.

For example, science is preparing to do: get smaller.

He stood in front of the door, shrunk himself, and walked out of the room.

In front of him was a closed corridor leading to nowhere, and Science laughed as he looked at the decorative patterns on the top of the corridor walls.

This is a place familiar to the countess, typical of the Bretanian pop ornamentation, known to the all-knowing science.

The god smiled and walked forward, he was no longer like a giant of light, he no longer emitted pure white light all the time, he was becoming more and more like an ordinary person.

And then suddenly, the monster, the metal monster that resembled a dragon only slightly, with its spitting metal head, smashed through the walls of the corridor and appeared before the eyes of science.

Compared to before, the monsters are incredibly huge.

The god suddenly reacted: he had just gotten smaller.

So the monster became so great and terrifying that it fixed the corridor with its metallic teeth, shaking the pitiful little structure in the air like a naughty boy, shaking the jar to find the last bean inside.

And science, the gods themselves, are the beans.

The thought made science laugh.

If he could be smaller, he could recover again, because the gods didn't like to see monsters disemboweled, so he let the Holy Spirit dissipate, but that doesn't mean science can't defeat monsters.

Science passed through the breach in the corridor and watched the magnificent and terrifying war outside.

"Who says that evenly matched forces will fall to the upper hand in such a place?"

For a god, this is a new experience that has never been seen before, science is by no means that old weak god, his very existence represents absolute strength and incomparability, and now, he actually stands in front of a monster that seems to be more powerful than himself.

"It's so fresh. ”

Science began to grow larger, and he jumped out of the gap in the hallway, returning to his original form in the air, all while raising his right hand alof.

A long sword appeared out of thin air from the hand of science, slender and sharp, with the solid texture of metal and a light and stable center, a divine weapon.

The god didn't turn into a giant big enough to fight the monsters, he was like a mortal hero in a story, rushing towards terrifying creatures much larger than himself.

The blade stabbed lightly into the monster's tough scales, making a screeching sound of metal snapping against each other.

The science of bravery, the first battle, achieved a glorious victory.

He nimbly dodged the monster's furious attacks, bringing damage to the monster that the countess called Jebervoch time and time again.

And then finally, the monster fell.

Science, despite being an all-knowing and all-powerful god, was glad to find out for the first time that he could do such a thing.

Then with the thud of the corpse of the giant beast falling, the entire building began to crumble.

The trap, the cage that the countess had created with the metal monster, had been shattered.

Science didn't feel like he had won, and even in the fall, he could still see the terrible battle outside, not over, far from over.

All possible destruction is concentrated and repeated.