[Oh, right, about the God of the Fire Seed, you don't have to worry; he hasn't disappeared into the Time Abyss. He has now been recruited by the Purgatory God as a star-level technician.]
The world announcement of the God of Fiction stopped.
The players were immersed in the joy of new professions, new lives, new maps, and acquiring new skills. The inside of the Boat of Death turned noisy, while the Saints were somewhat bewildered.
Indeed, the people of the Interferer civilization had all returned, even including other weaker civilizations. Now, they no longer needed the protection of Saints like themselves. And as the Saints, products of fantasy, perhaps there was no longer a need for them to accompany the Interferers.
"They no longer need our protection, but we are still a part of the Interferers...."
"Join the church? Isn't it said that the Sixth Era has many churches?"
