Chapter 891 891: Good Evening

Chapter 891 Chapter 891: Good Evening

?891 Chapter 891: Good Evening

"When did you find them like this?"

"I—R... Ray hasn't picked up their bread for a few days, and trust me. The boy... the boy would never miss it even if he was sick. And so... I—I got worried and decided to visit the orphanage and then... there was this smell and—"

"That's enough."

Several days after Riley massacred the entire orphanage, a group of people wearing luxurious black robes were currently inside the cafeteria; the bright silver sashes hanging around their necks, almost reflecting the gruesome sight surrounding them.

There were also other people there, who obviously reported what had happened and called for these mysterious men. None of them really knew where to look, as the carnage was everywhere.

The decapitated heads of Mother Leticia, the other mothers of the orphanage, and even the children were placed on the table on top of the plates. They weren't eaten, however, as the rest of their body was actually hanging out in the orphanage's backyard... hanging on the clothesline like pigs being dried in the sun.

There was only a single corpse that was intact... and it was also hanging, but on the ceiling of the cafeteria; a rope tightly wrapped around his neck.

"That is the boy called Ray?"

"Y... Yes," the woman who reported the scene could not help but just look away as soon as she saw Ray hanging by his neck. And so, she just focused her attention on the leader of the mysterious group — the only one who was wearing a golden scarf instead of silver,

"I... I can't even fathom—did he take his own life? He's just... he's only 10 and 2 of age. What... what could have done all of this, Father Redmund? Was it a monster?"

"We will handle it from here, Liezl," the man wearing a gold sash, Redmond, gently placed his hand on the woman's shoulder, "Please, rest."

"Do you think... do you think you can get whoever did this?"

"We will," Redmund smiled and nodded; his bright red hair and even brighter red eyes, almost giving some sort of warmth as he stared at the woman, "Knights, take her away."

And as the men wearing silver scarves escorted the woman out, Redmund started walking around the cafeteria, gently brushing his finger at the blood-soaked table, dusting away all the dried blood on it.

"We have escorted the woman out, Father Edmund." The knights quickly returned, "What do you think could have done this? A monster?"

"A god," Redmund shook his head as he casually pulled out one of the chairs and sat on it.

"Could it be... the tree god plaguing the forest nearby? Is that why we could not find him?"

"No, this is a different type of god entirely," Edmund let out a long and very deep sigh as he shook his head, "Secure the perimeter and make sure no villagers—"

"What...? What makes you think mine is not the main universe?" Miss Pepondosovich scoffed as she looked at Riley and Esme.

"Because my universe is the only universe where I exist, Miss Pepondosovich," Riley shrugged.

"From what I have been hearing, your universes have the same people — that means..." Miss Pepondosovich pointed at Riley,

"...you are the mass-produced universe. Hah!"

"Interesting," Riley placed his hand on his chin, "I have not thought of it like that, Miss Pepondosovich."

"Maybe you should bow down to me!?" Miss Pepondosovich quickly sat up again as she looked excitedly at Riley and Esme, "Maybe...

...Maybe I'm the one from the main universe!?"

"I do find it intriguing, Miss Pepondosovich," Riley nodded, "None of the gods here do not seem to have any variants, which in terms of statistics, should not be the case. If you are the strongest of your universe, it serves to stand that your variants would have the highest chance of being the strongest of their universe too, like Miss Esme."

"Oh, you are saying that all of us are from completely different multiverses entirely?" Miss Pepondosovich looked at Riley, "That is actually the main theory going on around here — it is crazy, no? Once you think that you know all of Creation, it turns out you have only seen the tip of it."

"Hm," Riley once again nodded, "That makes what I am about to do even harder now — I don't even know if I can produce enough clones powerful enough to explore the entirety of Creation anymore. I suppose Navi is right, fulfilling my purpose is impossible even in my current state."

"Your plan to turn everything into nothing?" Miss Pepondosovich sighed and groaned, "Why even bother? And truth be told, I am still doubtful of everything you have told me — I mean, if it is true that you plan to wipe out the entirety of Creation, why tell me? That is something you should keep to yourself."

"Because I am a supervillain, Mss Pepondosovich," Riley shrugged, "Supervillains always reveal their plans."

"I don't even have any idea what you just said," Miss Pepondosovich once again sighed, "Anyway, how many gods have we talked to now?"

"10, Miss Pepondosovich," Esme was the one to answer her, "And none were willing to share information with us. And the last one was asking for a sacrifice similar to the Tree God from before."

"We should have sacrificed Miss Pepondosovich."

"What the—was that a joke?"

"Yes."

"Psh. You would think there would be a sense of camaraderie amongst gods, right?" Miss Pepondosovich let out a small chuckle,

"But do you think that one would help us out?"

Both Riley and Esme calmly turned their heads to where Miss Pepondosovich was pointing, only to see a man floating above their camp; the hundreds of eyes across its six wings, all seemingly glowing as they stared at them.

"Good evening, traveling gods..." Father Edmund's words reverberated through the air, slightly fanning the flames away as he spoke,

...might I bother you with some questions?"