‘I didn’t… die?’

  ‘The Lord of Chaos didn’t kill me? Or curse me? Not only did He grant the wish… He even rewarded me?’

  Isaac scanned through the excessive amount of text flooding his vision. Shortly after the System announcement, everyone was given orders to clean the battlefield and simultaneously gather as much information as possible. Isaac was more than happy to comply, as it served as an effective distraction from a rather depressing task.

  Not only was it an incredible amount to digest, it was also simply unbelievable.

  ‘There must be something more to this. The reinforcements the Lord of Chaos sent here must be… troublesome.’

  It wasn’t impossible for a wish to go favorably, but the God’s proclivities for ‘entertaining’ results were known all too well. Not only did the reward not exhilarate him, it actually worried him. As far as he was concerned, better conditions for him meant the world was going to fare even worse.

  ‘I can’t think this way. The demons have been stopped for now. I’ve been given, no, we’ve all been given the means to grow more powerful. We need to take advantage of everything we can. Everyone we can.’

  His attention moved to a flashing red indicator over the ‘Player Forum’. When he focused on it previously, an elaboration was provided on its function.

  Apparently, a group of individuals known as ‘Players’ that came from another world possessed the means to communicate with each other across vast distances. To his understanding, there wasn’t even a limit to it. Now, he was a part of this too, and he had written messages from aliens that were scattered throughout his world popping up without end.

  There were two positive points he discovered when he decided to inspect this function.

  Firstly, he could understand what they were saying. He didn’t know if it was translated or they simply spoke the same language, but he was glad that his access to their communications wasn’t rendered worthless by a language barrier.

  The second thing of note was that their responses were very human. He didn’t take pleasure in their despair, but there was a sense of comfort in seeing that they were not some incomprehensible, unfeeling monsters.

  Distraught. They were very, very distraught.

  Even while speaking the same language, he didn’t understand every term they used or the context of certain statements, but he was able to pick up the common points of significance.

  They were, rather reasonably, shocked to be transported to another world. Or as they put it in some of their messages, ‘Isekai’d’.

  Some of them were surprisingly joyful about the situation, but they seemed to be the odd ones out. The majority were confused, upset, and even angry. There were many cursing with abundant frustration that the ‘Log Out Function’ was not working, which apparently was something they believed would let them return to their world.

  Interestingly, at some point, an ‘NPC’ issued something called a ‘Quest’ to the Players, the contents of which deeply disturbed Issac.

  The NPC was looking for someone who had disappeared right before his eyes when he was brought to this world, and he wanted the Players to help him find them.

  That was not the concerning part.

  The NPC provided details on his surroundings to let the Players know where to find him. Some of the details matched very precisely with descriptions of Isaac’s capital.

  Some of them, however, did not.

  A vivid depiction of His Majesty’s palace was given, placing it alongside foreign temples from other nations and even a church from the NPC’s world.

  “New inhabitants and territories have been properly dispersed.”

  A part of the System message replayed in his mind.

  ‘Oh, Lord of Chaos… please tell me you didn’t.’