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In Theo's consciousness, the Goddess of Death was visiting her father, frowning.
"Hmm. I don't really understand his plan," she said while trying to think about the possibility. She didn't realize that Theo had been stopping to think too much as if his brain could automatically come up with a plan. As a result, she could only observe his actions.
The God of Mischief, who was sitting down on the floor to relax, yawned and said, "What do you not understand?"
"His action. Won't it be bad to bring the end sooner than expected? He hasn't even prepared all the things needed if something goes wrong."
"Haha, it seems that he has grown so much that it's impossible to see his thoughts anymore. Do you remember me talking about beings in the higher dimension that are watching us like we're watching something on the screen?"