"...failure, huh?"
The old frame of the Celestial God stared at the skies with a stoic expression on his face.
He sighed and continued to relax on his rocking chair, still feeding the worm with an apple that doesn't seem to run out despite being constantly bitten.
This failure made him feel complicated. It wasn't the first that he had failed at something, but this specific failure might come back and bite him in the ass.
The Celestial God has been alive for eons. From the moment he was born, he was destined to become a ruler, a creator, and a God. One could say that it was his birthright.
If that was all, however, he wouldn't have to go to lengths, scouring universes for something. The reason why he did so was that he was informed of a certain prophecy that spelled his downfall.
