Three days later.
Ker and the others finished the barriers.
Next.
Fixing anchor points, anchoring the world, and dragging it.
And!
Alistair clearly felt.
This time's efficiency was higher than the last.
"So…"
"How's world energy distributed?"
"Theoretically."
"Muzan Kibutsuji having some makes sense, but the Twelve Kizuki?"
Watching the Dimensional Star Chart auto-drag, Alistair rubbed his chin, pondering.
Odd!
In the last world, Esdeath, not the final boss, was a world-transcending genius, earning world energy.
But Ornest and the Little Emperor had none.
In this world.
Muzan had world energy, and so did the Twelve Kizuki.
That's strange.
Protagonists and side characters having it made sense—why the Twelve Kizuki?
"Dust, you okay?"
Persephone stood, wiping sweat from his cheek.
Alistair shook his head. "With enough anchor nails, anchoring's simple."
"But!"
"What's curious is why the Twelve Kizuki have world energy."
"Hm~~~"
Persephone pondered. "Dust, could it be tied to the birthed Hell?"
"Hell?"
"Ghosts?"
"Hm~~~"
Alistair considered the original story's pairings, then said, "That's quite possible, but no need to overthink. Once the second world's dragged back, it'll be clear."
"And."
"With enough anchor nails, it'll take ten days to half a month."
"Good."
Persephone smiled, nodding.
Alistair sat, recalling something. "By the way, what about that Saint, Marin?"
Speaking of.
He'd forgotten something.
Marin!
The Sanctuary's Eagle Silver Saint.
Captured and disarmed, he'd completely forgotten her.
Persephone explained, "Marin's held in the Underworld's Eighth Prison."
"Any moves from the Sanctuary lately?"
"For now."
"They only retrieved the Eagle Silver Cloth. Beyond that, a few Saints were spotted observing the perimeter."
"No further actions."
Persephone knew these details well.
"It seems."
Alistair rubbed his chin, intrigued. "Athena's not planning a direct visit to stir trouble—just probing."
Persephone shook her head. "With the Underworld's return, Athena knows the Holy War isn't over."
"But."
"With my displayed divine power, she won't act rashly."
"Even if."
"Pegasus has god-slaying power, at the God-King level, its effect is greatly diminished."
Alistair nodded.
God-King!
The core of everything. The Underworld now had a God-King, not the fallen Hades of old.
Under this premise.
If Athena charged like a fool, that'd be the strangest thing.
She wasn't brainless—why would she?
After all.
Athena was the goddess of war, victory, and wisdom.
"Keep Marin there for now."
"For now."
Alistair rubbed his chin. "I'm pleased with her as a potential dependent, but she won't submit easily."
Subordinate gods!
Dependents!
These contracts weren't signed lightly.
Even slight resistance made them impossible.
In other words.
Without willing consent, even control wouldn't work.
Not surprising.
Subordinate gods and dependents were a god's trusted core.
Tied to will, even slightly altering their essence.
Beyond that!
Aside from these contracts, another method existed—condensing part of a soul into a God's Heart, controlling life and death.
In the past.
God-Kings often used this to control subordinate gods.
Of course.
God's Hearts were risky—betrayal, ambushes, backstabs. Myths were full of such tales.
"Speaking of…"
Alistair rubbed his brow. "Besides conquering worlds, there's much to do—planning subordinate gods, dependents, and more…"
Thinking of it all, his head ached.
Too much to consider.
"Heh heh heh~~~"
Persephone chuckled. "After all, Dust, you're the divine lord. This is your duty!"
"Then, Persephone, it's all yours."
"Alright."
Alistair shook his head, delegating, and Persephone didn't refuse.
Half a month later.
The second world was dragged into the Dark Cosmos, intersecting with the first, forming a complete ecosystem.
With the second world's devouring, Persephone's divine power rose again.
And!
Not only that…
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