The Silent Lord appeared before you once again.
This time, it was her true self.
The one before…
Must have been a clone formed from some kind of energy.
But that was not important.
What mattered was that you had clearly angered her.
Her face was so close to yours that your actions had finally forced her to look directly at you.
Before her, you had invoked Harmony, Xipe—
And used it to destroy one of her clones.
"Tsk. Killing you would bring misfortune…"
Her voice was the same as before, but now it carried a chilling coldness.
"Interesting. I was just about to cut you into pieces… and the moment that thought arose, I felt a warning."
"You… could you be carrying some remnant of Nous?"
The Fourth Seat of the Genius Club gave her first true assessment of you.
You did not understand.
You remained silent, calmly watching the person before you.
Now, if only the scalpel spinning in her hand pierced your heart, your mission would be complete.
"Whatever you came to me for, you destroyed one of my clones. That settles the matter."
"Now take your disgusting, troublesome body and leave."
She turned around, preparing to depart.
"I am here to make you give my parents their lives back."
You spoke.
The woman's back stiffened visibly.
She turned again and looked at you.
Her eyes showed no fluctuation, but the scalpel in her hand spun a little faster.
"Three years ago, my father suffered autoimmune encephalitis and experienced the least probable yet most terrifying deterioration."
"Now my sister is the same."
"No one can do this except you."
You spoke again, your gaze sharp, hatred burning fiercely in your heart.
"Those two ordinary people tried to break through the Omniscient Domain?"
"Heh."
"In a few more hours, the other one will die as well. No one will be able to save her."
"Any factor that interferes with the moment of Nous must be eliminated."
Her tone became formal as she explained her reasoning.
You clenched your fists in silence, seething with rage.
"I won't let you succeed. I forgot to tell you…"
"I am not a native of this world. My brain contains knowledge from beyond this world. If I am not killed, I will share this information with the Interastral Peace Corporation, and then with the entire universe."
"The knowledge level of the entire universe will be affected, and the moment of Nous you so desperately long for will become a complete joke."
Your thinking was frighteningly clear. The memories of another world stored in your brain were themselves a form of knowledge capable of destroying the Omniscient Domain.
Trump card number two: Memories of Blue Star, used as a threat to prevent the Silent Lord from ignoring you.
Her expression darkened visibly. You sensed fear within her.
Still, you simply took a deep breath and tried to appear calmer.
Afraid—
But not retreating.
"The luck within me is proof…"
Fearing she might not believe you, you mentioned the Luck that both she and Opal had noticed.
Her expression suddenly became strange. Cunning. Sinister. Even slightly distorted.
"But I'm not in a hurry to kill you. In a few hours, when that ignorant girl dies—"
"Pfft."
What she did not expect was that, while she was speaking, you suddenly lunged straight toward the scalpel in her hand.
That you, who had seemed somewhat nervous while speaking, would suddenly attack was something even a genius like her found difficult to predict.
Luck still favored you.
Just as you had imagined, the thin scalpel instantly pierced your heart.
Blood burst from your chest like a fountain.
Your heart was on the verge of stopping.
"You—!"
Polka Kakamond finally realized your true intention.
You never intended to break the Omniscient Domain.
You only wanted to die by her hand.
To make her suffer the consequence of killing you—at the very least, to grievously wound her.
Visibly.
Her ordinary face suddenly began to wither. Her hair turned white, as if she had aged countless years in an instant.
This was her true body. She could not escape the backlash.
[Host's Luck has been detected undergoing self-destruction. Luck shatters, transforming into a blessing for your fortunate life and a curse for your unfortunate life…]
[The host may choose a target to release it upon…]
[Simulation ending soon… Host, hurry]
Your consciousness gradually blurred as the system's cold notification echoed.
Two orbs of light appeared before your eyes.
One golden. One black.
The golden one was the blessing you chose to give to your sister.
And the black one…
You looked at the Silent Lord before you, who for a moment could not accept being suddenly struck by the backlash.
She was shattered. In her long life, she had never suffered such a tremendous loss.
She gripped the scalpel, losing all elegance, and stabbed you wildly.
You felt—
Pain.
Unbearable pain. A desperate urge to escape it.
In your final moments, you were still worried.
Afraid that even in this state…
She would not let little Herta go.
With the last of your consciousness, you slowly pushed the black orb of light toward her.
You saw her aging accelerate further. At this rate, soon—
She would lose the ability to move.
She ignored it, venting her fury by carving your body with the scalpel.
Your blood had already drained away. Gradually, you became numb to the pain.
You simply gazed silently at the sky, giving your final look to the world that had been yours.
The scalpel that had been cutting your body at random finally stopped.
Polka Kakamond was now unrecognizable with age.
Her body showed multiple improbable diseases, just like those she had manipulated onto others.
She, too, was close to death.
You sighed in relief, softly murmuring Herta's name, sending her the blessing.
Your plan had succeeded.
After all of this, you dragged your mangled body, wanting to crawl toward the grave you had prepared for yourself.
To give yourself a perfect ending.
But you failed.
Luck no longer favored you. You could not crawl even ten centimeters.
And Polka Kakamond, at that moment, had aged until she was nothing but skin and bones, unable to use her abilities anymore.
This genius would likely remain on this frontier planet forever.
The wind blew gently, knocking over the skeletal-looking "Silent Lord."
It also swept past your corpse, with one hand desperately stretching toward your grave.
Not long after, a spacecraft slowly arrived at the frontier planet.
It belonged to the Interastral Peace Corporation.
They buried you, placing you into the pit you had dug yourself.
As for the Silent Lord, who had become a dried corpse—
They ignored her.