Yeah, the God of Fiction is right!
In fact, when the God of Fiction began the transformation work on various Origin Planets, the Root Will playing the Warhammer world had already noticed the invitation from that human lord.
That guy was desperately trying to convey a message to me, to the point where I worried he might suddenly split open on the toilet. In any case, the voice was full of urgency, and what it expressed was probably—As long as you don't side with Chaos, we can talk about anything!
I can even give you my Golden Throne!
[Of course, I won't side with Chaos, Toilet King. What I want to do is absorb the malice of this universe, but precisely because of that, I won't side with you either. As a part of the universe's basic logic, you all must continuously produce malice for me. It's a game transaction.]
