Izaya didn't have time to think about what that "human light" was.
A "god" from beyond the stars stood before him—fragment or not. He would have to fight with everything he had.
Yet compared to Izaya, the Alien God looked especially relaxed.
"It seems you're quite wary of me."
"But… Izaya-kun, I'm not here to kill you."
Her lips curved faintly, as if she were looking at him with pity.
"I'm curious how you convinced the Beast of Pleasure… Clearly an aggregate of resentment—someone who hates humans—yet she opened her heart to you. That's very interesting."
As she spoke, she smiled and extended a hand toward the man.
"Become my subordinate, and join the great plan I have personally prepared for this planet."
There was a strange softness threaded through her tempting voice.
"A great plan…?" Izaya repeated quietly.
"Yes," the Alien God said with a calm, elegant smile, nodding. "The Proper Human History you come from is full of flaws and suffering, and its final ending is stagnation…
"That is an ending I have already seen."
"If there is a better history—something that can replace it—then together we can rule this perfect 'new world.'"
"Oh?" Izaya looked startled. "You're quite generous—willing to share power with a mere… human."
"To live in harmony with Beasts," the Alien God replied, still smiling, though her eyes never moved, "you're less a human and more a 'Beast' wearing a human shell."
"What do you want from me?" Izaya asked.
"Simple. I'll make you the sole master of this land.
"This land already recognizes you as a new master. With my help, even becoming a complete Beast is no issue. After that, help me complete the project."
"And then?" Izaya looked up at her. "If your plan succeeds, and your so-called superior history covers this planet—what happens to the planet's original humanity?"
The Alien God answered calmly.
"This is a choice that must be made for a perfect new world."
Those few words sent a chill through Izaya, and anger surged up from his chest.
This woman…
She wore a "human" appearance, but her essence was divine.
A heavenly god executing what she believed to be a perfect plan.
A plan called "building a more perfect new world," whose first step was the total slaughter of billions of humans.
Not only that—she intended to erase everything: history, culture, every trace accumulated by humanity over tens of thousands of years.
Yet—
This wasn't her "malice."
To her, it was necessary "good."
In her eyes, Proper Human History was like a broken ship riddled with holes, ready to sink at any time.
She wasn't "attacking" the ship.
She was "euthanizing" it—replacing it with a new ark built by her own hands, an ark that would never sink.
And for this plan of genocide…
she had the audacity to invite him—a "human"—to participate.
Remembering that, Izaya suddenly laughed.
But his smile held only scorn.
"So even a high god can feel 'fear' toward the unknown."
The Alien God raised an eyebrow slightly, studying him with interest.
A supreme higher-dimensional existence…
was being mocked by a human?
"You mean… I'm afraid?" she asked.
"Honestly," Izaya said, "your plan is to create a world without pain or struggle—a world that is always 'correct,' but stagnant.
"But the planet I live on is full of infinite 'possibilities.' What happens tomorrow? What will the world look like in a year? What will humanity become in a hundred years?
"All of that is unknown."
He stared at her.
"And you fear the unknown.
"Even a 'variable' like me—someone who can live in harmony with Beasts—makes you feel fear."
"That's because you're afraid they'll become your enemies someday and affect your plan. That's why you want me under your command, isn't it?"
The Alien God's expression didn't waver.
She was a god. She only chose what she believed was "correct."
Having judged Proper Human History to be stalled, she decided to execute her plan.
The complete extinction of humanity on this planet meant nothing to her.
She wasn't human. She couldn't understand Izaya Sajyou's anger.
"So you refuse my invitation," she said.
"How regrettable… I thought you would choose the easier path."
Her tone was full of regret, yet her eyes remained indifferent.
"Did my answer… 'surprise' you?" Izaya asked.
The ground of all Tunguska shook violently. Resentment condensed into the thin sword in the youth's hand—a pitch-black scabbard, faintly radiating awe-inducing magical power.
The Alien God watched him quietly.
"Unexpected," she said. "But what surprises me more is what you're doing now.
"Among humans… you're the first to draw a sword against me."
"If humanity knew your plan," Izaya said, "they'd have the courage to raise weapons.
"I'm certainly not the only one."
Why should a god decide humanity's fate?
Just because she was a god?
Since arriving here, Izaya had done almost nothing.
But this time, he mobilized the land's power for himself.
Countless resentments condensed into an army of phantasmal species. Darkness surged, overwhelming, eventually swallowing moonlight in silence.
[The Alien God never released any "hostility" from beginning to end, but from the moment she found you, you knew there were only two choices… surrender, or die.]
[The other side is a higher-dimensional god. Even if it's only a "phantom" condensed from a small fragment, it still holds the power to destroy.]
[So what?]
[This is the Tunguska region—your homeland. This land has long acknowledged you as its new master, and it will grant you near-infinite magical power.]
[You didn't just mock a heavenly god with words—you pointed a weapon at her.]
[Now there's only one thing to do… show her humanity's "infinite possibilities."]
A special warning appeared quietly before Izaya's eyes.
[This mission will have a major impact on the future. Please go all out!]