I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 113

The Abyssal energy emanating from the shadowed foe surged forward, its dark power condensing into a black orb that shot out rays of destruction.

Boom! Boom!

Thystina conjured a holy barrier, crafting a shimmering white shield to block the incoming beams.

But the force of the blasts was overwhelming. The barrier cracked under pressure.

Crack!

Despite her best efforts to reinforce the shield, the attacks overwhelmed it. The next wave of beams came fast and hard.

Boom!

The barrier shattered. Thystina was thrown back by the explosion, her body battered by the force.

"Are you alright?"

Raizeol rushed to check on her.

"Sorry, but it seems I can't help with my true power right now."

She wasn’t able to tap into her full strength, her divine essence currently bound by the role she played outside the story.

Suddenly, light engulfed Thystina, her body melting into pure radiance. From within, her spiritual form emerged.

[I will assist with the power of my soul.]

"That’s enough."

Raizeol, now determined, took off towards the enemy.

Black rays rained down on him, but his Dragon Knight abilities activated, encasing him in armor that deflected the beams.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

He unleashed his trained abilities, attacking with sword and fist.

The Abyssal entity responded by shifting forms fluidly. It grew massive shields, morphed into towering golems, and even became a savage beast—an unpredictable foe.

Boom!

Raizeol’s sword clashed with the shadow’s fists. The creature’s twisted face contorted into a mocking smirk, a strange laugh vibrating from the depths of its being.

“It’s laughing?”

Raizeol immediately sensed that something was wrong. The shadow seemed to be gathering energy, its movements suspiciously deliberate.

The tension was palpable—Raizeol knew something terrible was happening.

Then he realized—

The bodies of the Curators surrounding them were absorbing their power.

The shadow was devouring their essence.

Raizeol’s anger flared. These were fellow warriors, those who had fought by his side. He had no affection for them, but to see them mangled and their power used by the enemy—that infuriated him.

"Hah!"

With a fierce battle cry, he surged forward again, evading the black beams and diving toward the shadow.

He buffed himself with Versia’s abilities and healed with the Saint's powers as he struck relentlessly.

The shadow fought back, but Raizeol chipped away at its defenses, his attacks growing more precise and deadly.

His stamina and experience were paying off—slowly, the shadow’s health bar began to deplete.

The final blow came with a devastating attack from Raizeol, draining all his accumulated power.

Boom!

The shadow was consumed by a cataclysmic strike, and its health bar vanished.

"...Did I get it?"

Raizeol hesitated, stepping forward to inspect the fallen shadow.

But then—

Rumble... rumble...

The Akashic Archive trembled violently, the ground shaking beneath their feet.

Whistles of power gathered from the shadow’s previous position, as something ominous began to emerge.

[No... This can’t be!]

"What’s happening?"

Thystina’s soul form flickered, panic and fear plain on her face.

[I... I saw it disappear! Why is it still here!?]

A sickening darkness enveloped the area, swirling ominously. Raizeol looked up, and the shape that began to form was something he already dreaded.

“...The Evil Dragon... Beidos.”

The massive, demonic dragon appeared once again. Raizeol recognized it instantly—the same monstrous foe they had fought in the past raid.

But now, it was far more powerful, its malevolent aura soaring.

"..."

Raizeol swallowed hard. He had barely managed to defeat this Abyssal God when allied with others. Facing it alone was unthinkable.

No matter how many powers he had accumulated from his companions, the sheer might of this creature had surpassed all expectations.

It was at the moment when the Crown Prince, frozen in fear, was about to despair.

"Quite a tough opponent."

"...?"

The Curator appeared.

"Why are you so surprised? It's like you've seen a dead person or something."

"Well..."

The Crown Prince, about to respond, trailed off.

It was the Curator, the one who had died and come back to life.

With him, it would have been strange if he had stayed dead.

Still, perhaps this was a good thing.

The Curator had returned.

With his mysterious abilities, he could surely defeat the shadow of the evil dragon.

The Crown Prince felt relieved.

"I've just been reborn, so I can't do much. This is something you need to handle."

"...What?"

What was he saying?

The most reliable Curator couldn't fight?

"Don't worry. You've learned enough from Thystina and the others' stories. You can do it."

"Even if you say I can..."

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Though it was the Crown Prince who stepped forward to face the evil dragon, he couldn’t even move a finger.

The immense eyes of the Abyssal God loomed down upon him.

He didn’t dare challenge that gaze.

"Think. Remember what you've learned."

"What I've learned... I..."

The Curator was relentless.

He told the Crown Prince to recall everything he had learned from the Pantheon.

The Crown Prince felt lost.

"Think. The Abyssal God has already been defeated many times. And you’ve learned something from those heroes who defeated the evil dragon. What was it? Think."

"What was it..."

He had no choice but to defeat Beidos' evil dragon.

The Crown Prince had no other option.

Think. What have I learned?

The Crown Prince recalled the stories of the Pantheon statues.

The hero who sacrificed himself to protect his clan and stopped the army of the Abyssal God, the great chieftain, Yastora.

From him, the Crown Prince learned the principles of sacrifice.

The weak and selfish commoner who couldn’t tolerate inhuman actions and died saving innocents, the Lightning King, McGuy.

From him, the Crown Prince learned courage that doesn’t care for one’s situation.

The Dragon Knight, Lattis, who, despite not being human, chose the difficult path for the dragons who raised her, and in the end, defeated the Abyssal God along with the dragons.

From her, the Crown Prince learned unwavering belief and love that transcends races.

He also learned compassion, the ability to embrace even those unrelated to oneself.

He learned the selflessness to give up his own desires for the greater good.

He learned detachment.

He learned responsibility.

And finally,

"Sister, I'll save you."

Even though they weren’t blood-related, he learned the most devoted love, stronger than anything.

Whoooosh!

As the Crown Prince recalled all his past memories, a mystical power surged within him.

"...This power..."

At the same time, the bonds he had formed in the Pantheon surrounded him like a fantasy.

"Yastora. McGuy. Lattis..."

His companions, those with whom he had spent the most time in the story.

They were with him now.

"Everyone..."

A strong emotion surged within the Crown Prince.

Though he couldn’t hear their voices, he felt their wills.

"Yes. I’m not alone."

The Crown Prince soared high into the sky.

"I’ve learned from all of them."

The gods of the Pantheon were with him.

"I learned from Yastora!"

Boom!

The Great Chieftain’s authority pierced through the evil dragon.

"I learned from McGuy!"

Boom!

The Lightning King’s power weakened the evil dragon.

"I learned from Lattis!"

Boom!

The Dragon Knight’s sharp spear pierced the evil dragon.

"I—!"

The memories of his time with his companions flashed through the Crown Prince’s mind.

"I learned from them all! The strength to defeat you!"

Under the Crown Prince’s unwavering will, the divine power converged.

A unified wish.

A path of light was opened.

Koooaahhh!

A blinding white ray enveloped the evil dragon.

When the light faded,

There was nothing left at the spot.

***

"I didn’t think it would work this well."

I browsed through the community responses to the newly released final chapter of the story.

From the perspective of someone from Earth who has seen countless media, it was full of clichéd, worn-out tropes, maybe even childish in some ways, but in this world, it wasn’t the same, so it seemed like many players could immerse themselves in the game and enjoy it.

Moreover, it was a boss fight achieved with so many characters.

If all of them were released as characters, I thought it would yield good results.

"The problem is the Curator character."

As Thystina suggested, I increased the Curator’s screen time...

But isn’t that a bit much?

What if the players think it’s a bit too much self-insertion?