He hadn’t misread it.
Even on a second look, the system alert was brutally honest.
Su-ho knit his brows.
But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t find an answer, and his gaze naturally turned back to Amaterasu.
“May I ask you something?”
“It says the fragment of the Sun failed to take root in my body. Can I know why?”
At Su-ho’s question, Amaterasu was silent for a while.
Then she let out a faint sigh and said,
“What do you mean? Don’t tell me you knew it would turn out like this?”
“......?”
That’s the reason?
For a moment, Su-ho was too dumbfounded to speak.
‘Order of things, my foot—if the conditions match, the system just works, doesn’t it?’
Isn’t that what a system is?
Like a vending machine—put in the proper currency, and the product clunks out.
And now she’s suddenly invoking cosmic order? Of course his brow would furrow.
Then a thought struck him.
‘What if it’s not “order,” but the setting itself is built that way from the start?’
He’d gotten carried away, caught on the word “order” she used.
But how could Amaterasu—who’s classified as an NPC-like entity—know all the system’s rules?
She was a plaything of the system, too.
Then there was no point getting heated.
After thinking a while, Su-ho narrowed his eyes and said,
“Then is there no way at all?”
“Other than that? I want to possess both the powers of the sun and the moon.”
“Then what about the Sun’s Seed I already swallowed?”
“What is that supposed to...”
Absurd.
To end it like this?
If he’d known, he would have... In that instant, another thought came.
‘Hold on. If Amaterasu knows this, doesn’t that mean that bastard Tsukuyomi knew it would end up like this, too?’
Su-ho narrowed his brows and asked,
“So Tsukuyomi tricked me, didn’t he?”
“Amaterasu-nim, if you knew it would be like this, how could the moon god Tsukuyomi not? I clearly told him why I wanted a small sun. And this is the result. If that’s not deception, what is?”
“Then are you saying Tsukuyomi didn’t know what you know? He’s the moon god.”
At Su-ho’s sharp words, Amaterasu fell silent.
When she didn’t open her mouth again, Su-ho spoke.
“I’ll ask one last thing. As his older sister... no, as a fellow god, will you resolve this on your brother’s behalf?”
Amaterasu remained silent.
The longer her silence stretched, the colder Su-ho’s expression became.
‘Fine. Everything that happens from here on out—you brought it on yourselves.’
He was angry.
How could they deceive a person like this?
He was sick of being stabbed in the back.
Just as Su-ho was about to say something—
The long-silent Amaterasu finally spoke again. But Su-ho’s face was still frosty.
“What is it?”
“What misunderstanding?”
“Hm?”
“.......”
Of course.
The Amaterasu before his eyes was the true Amaterasu’s avatar.
And the real Transcendent Amaterasu would be watching the current situation in real time.
‘She kept quiet to talk with Tsukuyomi.’
Su-ho nodded.
“And?”
“If so, he should at least have changed the order of his words. He could’ve given me a heads-up.”
“.......”
Su-ho narrowed his eyes to slits.
Then he nodded.
Right.
In that case, it makes sense.
The system, at its core, is something that wants Players to struggle.
So it didn’t even permit Tsukuyomi to give him a hint.
‘Because if he told me beforehand, it wouldn’t get to watch me bust my ass.’
Hearing the story, everything clicked into place.
Either way, Tsukuyomi was desperate, and to secure the deal he had to offer whatever information might help Su-ho even a little.
‘I misunderstood.’
Still, the damn system is downright vicious.
Now that his anger was gone, Su-ho let out a sigh.
“Eh... then it can’t be helped.”

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