On Hiatus: God's Personal Reasons
Chapter 33: Ants Evolve Too

Chapter 33: Ants Evolve Too

For a while, the world was in an uproar. An unidentified planet, otherwise known as the Second Moon, had suddenly appeared in Earth’s orbit.

Despite the US attempt to dispatch an exploration team and a rocket, the strong force field in the Second Moon’s atmosphere foiled their efforts. It was heart-wrenching to watch the rocket go up in smoke and crash in the live broadcast. Thanks to the two high-ranking Hunters on the team, no casualties were reported.

After that, exploration was banned until something could be done about the force field. Still, to be able to drag the stranded rocket back to Earth, one had to wonder just how impressive those two Hunters were.

The Second Moon in the sky glowed golden at night and green by day, asserting its presence. Both the government and the Hunter Association were on edge due to speculations about a massive spike in gates and dungeons. However, so far, nothing had happened. All was calm, including the life of a certain ordinary Citizen A, me.

“Ugh...” I groaned, slowly crawling from beneath my sheets.

After staying up for almost three days and three nights to work on my manuscript, I felt like dying.

“W-water.”

Rubbing my still groggy eyes, I fumbled around my bedside table for a water bottle. Moments later, I grabbed something, but... it felt hard.

“...Again?”

In my hand was yet another grotesque statue. This time, it depicted a giant giving a thumbs-up to the ants. I assumed it was to commemorate our victory over the cockroaches.

Look, guys, I get how you feel, but can you please stop?

I sighed, glancing at the corner of my room where other statues were stacked. Now that I had ten of them, it felt somewhat like a hassle. Sigh, not like I could get rid of them either.

[Silently Crawling Nightmare pleaded with her gaze, asking to give her the statues if you don’t need them.]

[She begged profusely, saying that she would nibble, suck, and treat those statues nicely if you gave them to her.]

Ignoring the ridiculous messages, I took out a bottle of water from the fridge, chugging it down.

“Phew, that hits the spot.”

Didn’t they say to drink cold water to refresh yourself?

“Awesome.”

Once I had sobered up, I sent the revised manuscript to my editor. I had written about my experience with God-Maker, including all the strange little things I had encountered so far. Pulling all-nighters for three days straight was exhausting, but it felt satisfying to see that I had written a whole volume. It was probably the most rewarding moment for a writer.

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