I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 111

The Realm of Dreams

Rian, unable to resist the will of his Constellation, had no choice but to rest on her bed.

Exhausted from the long day, he quickly drifted into sleep.

A small hand reached over his head.

It wavered slightly, confirming that he had indeed fallen asleep.

Pat, pat.

A tiny figure squirmed as it crawled onto Rian.

Small tendrils sprouted, enveloping both her and Rian.

She buried her face against his chest and activated her Authority.

To grant him deeper rest, to ensure he could sleep without even dreaming.

It was all so that her beloved Apostle could rest more comfortably,

"Heehee."

And so that she could savor the sensations spilling from him.

The Dreamteller rubbed her face against Rian’s chest.

Even if it wasn’t his real body but merely an incarnation, it was enough.

"......."

After reveling in the warmth of his embrace for a long while, she lifted her head.

His sleeping face came into view.

The face of her utterly beloved Apostle.

A wicked woman was scheming to take him away, yet he had chosen her.

So what if her Authority was weak? So what if she had little power?

He had chosen her.

"Hehehe."

Laughter bubbled up.

She couldn’t stop it.

Their first meeting had been different.

Unlike the usual encounters between gods and Apostles, theirs had been romantic in every sense.

It had been fate itself.

A forgotten god that no one knew existed and an ordinary human.

"...Ugh!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head.

Her face twisted as an unexpected headache struck.

—T-tentacles...? Mm... grilled octopus... munch, munch...

—B-back off, you lowly thing!

—Needs some sauce...

—W-where are you touching?! What kind of dream is this...?!

Memories surfaced.

Memories that didn’t exist filled her mind.

What was this?

A question mark formed in her thoughts.

Memories she didn’t recognize. Foreign and unfamiliar.

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Their first meeting—so shocking, so vivid.

And yet... she had never seen it before.

It was as if she had forgotten something important.

The lingering headache subsided.

Only then was she able to rest her body against Rian again.

A memory she must not forget.

The first time she had met him—the moment between her past self, now erased, and him.

...Their first meeting?

Confusion welled within her.

Had their first meeting not been their first?

Then... what in the world...?

***

Warmth.

It felt as if something small and soft had grown larger, wrapping around me.

A comforting warmth, filled with the pleasant scent unique to a newborn.

"......."

I opened my eyes.

The familiar ceiling of the academy dormitory came into view.

My room?

I slowly sat up.

I could've sworn I fell asleep in my Constellation’s chamber last night.

Did she send me back to the surface?

I got out of bed.

"...Huh?"

Something felt different from usual.

Should I say my body felt light?

It was as if all the accumulated fatigue had melted away.

I felt so full of energy that it was hard to believe I'd gone through everything that happened yesterday.

Looks like my Constellation did something for me.

Thanks, Constellation.

After brushing my teeth and taking a shower to fully wake up, I activated the Authority of Dreams and stepped into the [Akashic Archive].

The issues with Beidos, the Celestial Dragon, and the Abyssal threat had been resolved—for now—but those events had created a new problem for the game.

Queen Thystina’s story, which was meant to serve as the climax of the episode, had been leaked.

I had to fix that.

The only saving grace was that, so far, only eight out of the twelve gods of the Pantheon had been revealed.

The remaining four hadn’t even been selected yet. That meant I could leave them as a MacGuffin for now and use them in a future episode.

If I went with that approach...

It would be best to wrap up the story like this.

***

Melissa, the First Apostle of the Church of Sacrifice, walked through the temple with a solemn expression and a reverent posture.

The temple priests, holy knights, and followers bowed their heads in respect as she passed.

The First Apostle of Sacrifice, unwavering in her devotion—she radiated pure sanctity.

Melissa returned their greetings with careful steps, making her way to the deepest chamber of the temple, the Prayer Room.

Click.

She locked the door behind her.

"...Hah."

Finally, she could breathe.

What did people even think of her now?

Ever since the [Akashic Archive] revealed the truth about her Constellation’s sacrifices, the way people looked at her had become overwhelming.

"It wasn’t this bad before."

It was good that the one she served and adored was receiving recognition, but wasn’t this too much?

It almost felt like she was jealous.

As if her own small, precious Constellation had suddenly become too popular.

Melissa pulled out her terminal.

Today was the release of the Pantheon Story’s final chapter.

She couldn’t afford to miss it.

She immediately launched the [Akashic Archive].

To an outsider, playing a game in the deepest sanctum of a holy temple might seem like blasphemy.

But her Constellation enjoyed it when their Apostles played [Akashic Archive].

Melissa firmly believed that engaging with the game was the truest form of faith.

Especially because she had a fully maxed-out, fully upgraded [Knight Ren] right beside her.

"Ehehe..."

As she logged into the game, she saw her Constellation’s character, [Knight Ren], seated in the beautifully decorated room she had customized using the game’s housing feature.

"Come here~!"

She immediately had her avatar run over and throw herself into Ren’s arms.

No matter how many times she saw it, it was a work of art.

The walls and furniture, all carefully chosen to match her Constellation’s signature color—pure white.

It was absolutely perfect.

Even compared to the Apostle of Theft, Safira, from a neighboring city—someone she had recently grown close to—Melissa was confident that her housing was far superior.

She snapped a screenshot of Ren’s room.

Using the in-game capture function, she took several polished shots before heading straight to her usual community forum.

Title: Look how pretty they are! No mean comments allowed!!!!!!!

(Screenshot attached)

Ding.

After applying post-editing filters to the image, she uploaded the post.

And, naturally, she immediately switched to her alt accounts to boost the upvotes.

Some might consider this unethical, but Melissa didn’t see it that way.

It was nothing more than a righteous act of faith.

Ding.

As soon as her post hit a certain number of upvotes, the views skyrocketed, and comments began rolling in.

— "Ren is so beautiful 😭😭😭"

— "Your room is amazing! What wallpaper did you use?"

"Yes, yes, exactly."

Of course, a Constellation loved by the entire continent would receive such praise.

Not all the comments were pleasant, though.

Ding.

— "Wow, people still use Ren? That washed-up unit?"

...She had to endure it.

Melissa took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions.

There would # Nоvеlight # always be filthy losers trying to tear down her Constellation.

"Why would you use that outdated extra-turn unit when you could just use the [Dragon Knight]?"

They knew nothing.

Yes, at the moment, the [Dragon Knight] was more powerful than her Constellation.

But her Constellation was smiling.

One day, a broken support unit with elemental synergy, debuff immunity, and a defense shred would come along.

And when that day arrived, Ren would rise again, leading an invincible meta-breaking party.

She could ignore the envious whining of those nobodies.

"Huuuuu...."

It was difficult, but she had managed to keep her cool.

If she lashed out at them, she’d be playing into their hands.

If she lost control, they’d mock her, saying, "Ren mains are so delusional."

Or worse: "Knight Ren is weak to Drake, so if you fight one, you’re screwed."

Ding.

A new comment appeared.

— "But doesn’t the all-white room make it look like they’re sitting in a public restroom?"

A... a restroom?!

She had carefully chosen a pure white aesthetic to symbolize Ren’s divine purity!

Melissa turned to look at the in-game room she had built.

...It did kind of resemble a bathroom.

Replies started flooding in.

— "Just take it as it is."

— "No, don’t pick it up in the middle."

— "Flush after you’re done!"

— "Taking it immediately is the best part!"

Sacrilegious heathens were openly spewing heresy!

Discussing her holy Constellation in such an unspeakable manner!

"Y-you blasphemous scum!"

Melissa’s nostrils flared in rage.

Steam practically poured out of them.

She wasn’t sure anymore.

Was this anger?

Or...

Was it something else entirely?