One could well imagine the strength it had, as the representative of more than 170,000 civilizations while also being in control of the Cradle system.
But that didn't mean Roland had no chance of winning.
Lan's unspoken request, Epsilon's doubts, the memories from the astrolabes, as well as God's reaction—all of the clues started to form a series of connections.
The so-called replacement of God was not in the true sense of the word.
"What did you say?" With its hand in midair halfway, the Custodian stopped suddenly.
"Aren't species capable of adapting to magic power and qualified candidates wishing to explore the world beyond the door already in existence?" Roland slowly extended his finger out and pointed to the Custodian. "If we were to let everything start over, no one would have been able to tell you this."
"…" It was the first change in expression that 'Lan' revealed.
As though a crack had appeared on smooth glass.
