The Unnamed God. I'm really Not a God You Guys!

****(POV)

Starter continent, Raza will conquer you! All for a better life! 

That was a cry from his soul itself.

The rest is obvious. He invaded the Starter continent. He met me. He tried his best to do his best impression of a popular guy. It was a critical failure.

In fact, he never truly cared about setting the warp gate. He simply desired respect. His magnificent dream was actually pretty basic.

He wasn't even a bad guy he was simply a snake too dumb for his own good.

He came here full of hopes only to lose all of it to my hands. There is worse. He wasn't fighting at full potential. He never truly tried to kill or hurt me. He simply was trying flashy moves to impress me.

As much of a loser he was back home he would still have been able to put a decent fight against me had he given his all. I would have won in the end but after how much time?

Perhaps he would have said something. Perhaps things could have been different. Perhaps he didn't have to die.

I killed him. Me. It didn't even serve any purpose. I could have tried capturing him. I could even have asked him to surrender.

Why did I do that?! Just why?!

It's all my fault! All my damn fault!

I should have done better.

Now it's too late, far too late.

Regret won't bring him back.

He didn't deserve this.

I extinguished an innocent life that simply wanted to…

"Luna, snap out of it."

What? I'm…crying? I can feel the tears slowly running through my cheeks. Why am I so emotional? I…

"This is a pitfall of Soul Searching you know."

"You mean…"

"Yes, in the memories you see, you aren't you anymore. You become him. There is no distinction between both individuals. This is something truly beautiful about necromancy."

"How is this beautiful?!"

I almost lost myself for a second thanks to it.

"It truly is. To be able to live the experiences of someone else right in the comfort of your home. To be able to experience a new world from a new perspective. Isn't it exciting?!"

Grey is speaking faster than usual. His arms are raised up in the air as if he was about to cheer, eyes still closed. 

"This guy was truly an idiot. He could have simply stated his purpose right at the beginning."

"Yes, he could have. But you also now understand his motivations. That is the great thing about inheriting another's memories. But you always need to make sure you do not delve too deep. Otherwise, you can lose sight of what truly matters. 

"You mean?"

"Our own goals. You went there to take care of this problem, not sympathize. Now we know exactly why we are getting invaded. Well, you already figured that out even before the soul search haha."

"….I'm pretty sure you guys already knew."

"Of course haha. Now, how about you go see the warden. Apparently, he has a new interrogation technique. It should be fun." 

He says so while smiling as usual. Here the living go to the warden before reaching Grey upon dying. I wonder what heaven-defying new poison the warden has come up with. I reach the dungeon and shout for him. 

"Hey! Anyone here?!"

Before long hurried footsteps are heard as he appears. 

"Sorry young mistress, I only heard you just now.  What can I do for you? Was your outing fun?"

Of course, he considers what I did a simple outing. Something akin to a walk in the park. So much for that being a dangerous and threatening invasion from some other continent. How would our invaders react were they to know how nonchalantly people here are handling it?

"So you have a new product?"

"As a matter of fact, yes! Do you remember that truth liquor I was previously using?"

"Of course."

"Well, I've been experimenting with something else. While it did create a nice atmosphere for them to talk I noticed that some fast thinking ones were able to steer the conversation toward something meaningless thus making me waste my time. Now this one solves this problem entirely."

He chuckles ominously as he leads the way. We reach the deepest level where 3 individuals are chained on the wall. They look atrocious and smell even worst. A rotting cadaver left under in a damp environment for a month would smell better. 

"Here, watch this."

He simply enters the room. Instantly they all start howling, crying, shaking, and soiling themselves. That's to be expected honestly. They don't seem to even register my presence for some reason.

The warden simply comes closer and forcefully feeds them some wine. They try to resist. I can see them trying to bite their own tongue. Sadly, there is something in their mouths preventing them from doing that.

They start sobbing as the slightly viscous liquid enters their stomachs. They try to wretch but the liquid seems not to come out no matter what.

"This is pretty nice, right? A new technique, it makes the poison impossible to vomit out."

"R-right."

"Now, watch. This is the fun part!"

He approaches them and they start screaming atop of their lungs.

"Stay away! Nooo! I'll tell you anything! Just don't come any closer!"

"Monster! Ahhhhh! Nooooo!"

"Please torture me! Anything but this! Lapidate me, boil me alive, castrate me, and make me eat it. Anything but this!!!"

What's with the last one? They all can't even handle his presence. He isn't doing anything either. He is just standing there smiling. He looks scary but...

The warden winks at me before asking them where they are from. They spill the beans instantly. Apparently, someplace called the Desolate continent. Of course, it takes a few times to understand it clearly amidst their cries. 

"How does it work?!"

"*Proud* This is my newest creation! Pure Fear Distill. It simply shows the target whatever they fear most. Simply by coming closer, they will imagine the worst torture possible. You don't even have to do anything. It makes them so emotional they can't even think rationally anymore."

"So, what's this Desolate continent about?"

"The usual, a bunch of gods from someplace set their sights on us. The weird part is they all managed to find a way to link with our continent using weird measures. It almost seems like someone is guiding their hand in the background…well or a big coincidence. So far, such a method is clearly flawed. Still, it could become an issue in the future."

"We can't do anything about that?"

"Well, these guys are all minions. They don't know any relevant information."

Figures. That's when we hear a sonorous shout resound all around the Moon Keep. One so loud we can even hear it from the depth of the dungeon.

"Eagle of Massacre! Come face your doom!"

Someone is feeling suicidal today it seems …