I Made a Game Featuring Constellations-Chapter 117

Our Esteemed Investor, the Constellation of [Sacrifice], Has Cleared Ascension 15 and Secured First Place.

One by one, following Ren’s lead, more players began clearing the highest difficulty.

At first, I thought it was just a handful of outliers. But thanks to the record-sharing system, far more players than expected had reached Ascension 15.

And with that, more people were unlocking the Curator’s story.

As soon as the Curator’s lore started unraveling, the entire roguelike content discussion shifted towards his past.

- Reexamining old hints that suggested the Curator was once an Apostle of a Constellation.

- Theorizing which Constellation he might have once served.

- Speculating about his abilities.

But then...

“What the hell is this?”

The past that players were witnessing in the Curator’s memories...

Wasn’t the story I had written.

Something I hadn’t even known was surfacing.

What the players saw in the Hidden Space was a blood-soaked Curator, slaughtering his enemies.

And in that battle, he wielded a power—

The Authority of Dreams.

My Constellation’s unique Authority.

That was impossible.

Nowhere in my original lore had I given the Curator the Authority of Dreams.

There was no reason for me to reveal that [Akashic Archive] itself had been constructed using dream energy.

So why the hell was it there?

But the effects that played when he activated his power—

The energy waves, the visuals—

It was undeniably the Authority of Dreams.

He had used it.

Thankfully, the players hadn’t yet realized what it was.

What was even more disturbing was the way he had used it.

"The Authority of Dreams allows me to manifest countless possible worlds and search for the reality I desire."

A brutal way to fight.

Only someone with insane mental fortitude could endure it.

Even now, if I forced myself, I could attempt something like that...

But to endure such relentless agony?

No.

I couldn’t do it.

So I went straight to my Constellation.

“Constellation, did you create this cutscene?”

There was no one else capable of interfering with my game.

Only she had the power to do so.

[The Dreamteller shakes her head vigorously.]

[The Dreamteller fervently denies any involvement.]

She shook her head so wildly that her chubby cheeks wobbled in protest.

It wasn’t her.

Then...

What the hell was this footage?

Did someone hack [Akashic Archive]?

That would be ridiculous—

The game didn’t run on electricity.

It was built from the Authority of Dreams itself.

I quickly scanned through [Akashic Archive]’s system logs.

But there was no trace of an external intrusion.

There was no evidence that anyone had tampered with my original story.

From the very beginning, this footage had always been there.

As if it had been part of my design from the start.

This is insane.

Am I dreaming?

What the hell is happening?

At times like this, there was only one person who could help.

I needed to see Wisdom.

If anyone could diagnose what was happening, it was her.

"What do you think?"

"...Prince..."

Her face stiffened.

For once, she looked completely shaken.

"This is bad... This is so unfair... This is cheating..."

Her expression twisted with panic.

"Princess?"

She bit her nails anxiously.

"Why you...? Why do you get to meet him first and have this kind of connection...? I love the Prince just as much as you do... No, more...! I love him more than you do... I— I—"

"Princess. ...Princess!"

"Huh? Ah...! Ah... I'm sorry, Prince."

What the hell was happening?

Why was Wisdom, who had never even feared Evil Gods, acting like this?

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She tried to explain, but then she hesitated.

She fell into deep thought, as if debating whether she should even tell me.

The truth she had uncovered must have been so shocking that she wasn’t sure if I could handle it.

Maybe I had been treating her too much like an all-knowing oracle.

Even back during the Beidos incident, I had only thought about how useful she was.

I never considered her feelings.

This time, I needed to support her.

Clasp.

I held her hands tightly in mine.

"Hic! P-Prince?"

Her face instantly turned crimson.

"Wisdom, no matter what’s happening, it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter what burden you carry.

I am always on your side.

I am your Prince.

So, no matter how heavy it is... You don’t have to carry it alone."

"...Prince..."

"Let’s share it. Will you tell me? What’s going on?"

She closed her eyes tightly, as if bracing herself.

"...I'm sorry, Prince. You've always been devoted to me, but I let my jealousy get the better of me."

And then, she began to explain the truth she had uncovered—

The truth that changed everything.

From the Constellation who harbored the First Sin, Ren, to the Magitech Engineer, the Demon God, and even Gaizerus—

Each time a Sin was eradicated, I gained a new power.

"So that's what breaking the constraints meant?"

"Yes... With each Sin’s destruction, your soul expands. But this isn’t divine accumulation from great deeds. Rather, you are simply reclaiming the stature you originally possessed."

And it wasn’t just the Sins.

It happened whenever I defeated an Abyssal entity as well.

The first time had been during the Demon God’s arc, when I encountered the Abyssal Sludge.

This time, after slaying a second Abyssal being, another constraint was lifted, causing the vision of my past to manifest.

The memories that had been sealed away resurfaced, rewriting the past of the [Curator] character.

"W-Wait. Hold on."

"That video... You’re telling me that was... my past?"

"Yes."

Hearing Wisdom’s explanation only deepened my confusion.

That was my past?

But I have no memory of it.

My previous life was just a normal existence on Earth.

A world with no Constellations, no divinity, no mysticism.

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Yet somehow, I had wielded the Authority of Dreams and fought against Apostles of other Constellations?

What kind of nonsense is this?

"Princess... This isn’t... Could it be...?"

"You’re wondering if either your past memories or this current reality are merely fabrications created by the Authority of Dreams, correct?"

"......Yes."

"That’s not the case."

"At first, I considered that possibility as well, but after evaluating multiple perspectives... it’s impossible."

"......Then."

That meant...

That memory was real.

Something that actually happened.

Which meant...

I was once an Apostle of Dreams?

The Apostle of our current Constellation?

My head feels like it’s about to explode.

What is the truth?

"Prince. Based on my analysis, I believe that you..."

I turned to Wisdom.

She hesitated.

"...I’m sorry. Never mind."

And then, she fell silent.

"This is still just a hypothesis. I need more time to think it through."

"I see."

"There’s no need for you to be so distressed. What’s certain is that you possess an extraordinary power... and if you continue to thwart the Abyss... you will eventually break free of all constraints and reclaim your true self."

"Thank you, Princess. Thanks to you, I know what I need to do now."

"...If it’s for you, Prince, I would do anything."

After thanking Wisdom, I left her domain and returned to my room.

My next course of action was clear.

If I wanted to uncover the truth of my existence—

I had to crush the Abyss.

That was the only way forward.

***

“...I’m sorry, Prince.”

The moment Rian left, Wisdom collapsed into her chair, drained.

She had told him most of her findings.

But there was one thing she could not bring herself to say.

Or rather, she didn’t dare to say it.

If she had revealed everything,

If Rian had fully regained his past self and divine stature—

Would he abandon her and leave?

"It’s not fair... Why does it have to be our Prince...?"

The final result of her extensive analysis was clear.

Rian had lost his former divine stature.

A teacher, a Constellation, and a beloved woman—

He had repeated countless dreams, struggling endlessly to reunite with her.

In the end, he succeeded.

He found one world where their love could be realized.

But he had violated cosmic law.

He had defied fate and broken a divine taboo.

The consequence—

His memories, his power—all were erased.

His soul had been shattered into an uncountable number of fragments, cast into the cycle of endless reincarnation—

A fate designed to ensure they would never meet again.

Yet somehow...

Somehow, against all odds—

They had found each other again.

This time, as Apostle and Constellation.

If it had been anyone else, she would have cheered them on.

But not for her Prince.

Wisdom could not accept this.

She refused to accept it.

Even if it meant betraying her Prince,

She could never let him uncover the full truth.

And yet...

Her love for him was too strong.

She couldn’t hide everything.

She couldn’t keep the truth from him entirely.

So she had at least told him this—

If he crushed the Abyss, he would reclaim his true self.

Because if that fateful day ever came—

If Rian truly regained his divine stature—

Then that would be his destiny.

And if she were abandoned,

If he cast her aside—

Then she would accept that fate.

Even if it meant carrying the burden of betrayal,

She would still love him.

She would still follow him.

No matter what.