In this Second Chance at Life, where I can see skills as clear as day, everything feels like a breeze. And to make it even better, I’m spending my days joyfully with my First Love. - Chapter 65

Now that Ichika and I had merged and deepened our connection, I could borrow more of her Foresight than ever before.

Thanks to that ability, I was able to see the Supreme God’s stats.

Race: Divine Being
Name: [Unreadable]
Health: 1,350 / 1,350
Strength: 220
Magic Power: 17,830
Agility: 58 (in Divine Units) ▲
Level: 5,340
Occupation: Arbiter
Unique Skill: Dominion of the Divine Realm
Title: Supreme God

Her race was listed as “Divine Being,” and her name was written in some unknown script that I couldn’t comprehend—it was likely a true name.

Her stats seemed unimpressive at first glance, but the key here was the “Divine Units.”

Though I had lost my own stats, I remembered Poseidon’s from our previous encounter. If my calculations were correct, one divine unit likely equaled a staggering 10^20 human units.

Even so, compared to Poseidon, the Supreme God’s stats didn’t seem excessively high.

In fact, her magic power was even lower than mine had been before I lost my stats. Her other attributes, while formidable, weren’t as overwhelming as I had imagined.

Still, we had no stats ourselves, making any direct comparison difficult.

While I contemplated this, the Supreme God, who had been anxiously glancing around just moments ago, began to frown. She was clearly preparing to do something.

I didn’t know what, but if she managed to escape back to the Divine Realm, all our efforts would be for nothing.

I acted instantly.

Using the techniques I had honed through countless training sessions with my clones—Flash Step and Instant Movement—I closed the distance to her, reducing it to almost nothing.

In a moment that felt infinite, I drove my fist into her abdomen with a punch powered by compressed mana and unparalleled speed.

The sickening sound and sensation of impact accompanied her body as she was launched into the waiting arms of the Killing Dolls.

The upgraded Killing Dolls caught her with weapons resembling blades, blunt instruments, and even torture tools. By the next moment, what had once been the Supreme God was nothing more than a lump of mangled flesh.

“…Oh.”

I had suspected I was stronger than before, but this confirmed it. My training habits had kicked in, and I had thrown a full-power punch imbued with mana.

Not even the Supreme God could withstand that.

However, as expected of a divine being, her body began regenerating from the pulped mass.

Even in my previous state—before I lost my stats—I could have achieved similar feats of regeneration, though I had never needed to test it.

While she regenerated, the Killing Dolls wasted no time. They swarmed her and restrained her with overwhelming precision and brutality.

Using their massive two-meter frames, the Dolls didn’t hold back.

One Doll froze her right arm.
Another set her left arm ablaze.
A third pumped high-voltage currents through her left leg.
A fourth drove countless spikes into her right leg, draining her blood.

Each task was carried out by teams of 10,000 Dolls, binding her fully despite her regeneration.

“Agh… ahhh! How dare you… This is blasphemy! To treat the Supreme God… l-like this…!”

Her anguished face contorted in pain as she muttered curses.

Ichika, standing beside me, watched coldly, her expression devoid of pity.

Seeing Ichika look down on the Supreme God with such chilling disdain, I thought two things:

First, I would never want to truly anger Ichika.
Second, being looked at like that by her might actually be… intriguing.

I might need help.

Even with our shared senses, I couldn’t imagine Ichika ever directing that kind of glare at me.

The Supreme God was utterly helpless before the full force of 100,000 Killing Dolls.

After pulling her out of the Divine Realm, I had already suspected this might happen.

Now, the Dolls unleashed their torture instruments. The Supreme God, restrained and vulnerable, found every membrane of her body smeared with a specially blended torture cream—a mixture of ghost peppers, wasabi, and an assortment of magical curses.

Her clothes had been shredded, and she was now at the mercy of the 1,000 Dolls outfitted with this horrifying cream.

Ah, I remembered now. At some point, I had run out of ideas for unique Doll configurations and decided to make 1,000 of them specialize in this specific brand of torment. The cream itself was made by enhancing Carolina Reapers with selective breeding, mana, and curses.

The Supreme God let out soundless screams, her face contorted into grotesque expressions of agony. Her body writhed, but she was unable to move under the Dolls’ restraints.

It was painful just to watch.

The sight brought back a vivid memory from my previous life.

I was around four years old when I noticed some chili peppers drying in the sun. Curious, I touched them, and later, when my eyes itched, I rubbed them without thinking.

It was hell.

This was worse.

When I was four, I experienced excruciating pain after touching dried chili peppers and then rubbing my eyes. It was unbearable. No matter how powerful the Supreme God might be—or at least, how powerful I assume she is, as I don’t even know if gods have genders—she was undoubtedly enduring something far worse than what I had back then.

Thinking about it, I felt a faint twinge of pity for her.

To be fair, as much as I despised the Supreme God and wanted to punch her, perhaps things had gone a bit too far.

Then again, the Killing Dolls were the ones responsible for her punishment, and expecting compassion from machines would be absurd.

Still, I decided to stop the Killing Dolls and ordered them to release her from the torturous restraints.

Even though her mangled limbs regenerated, the fiery pain of the chili cream didn’t dissipate. I had to ask Ichika to use her magic to clean it off.

During this process, I thought I overheard something like:

“The chili cream hurts, doesn’t it? If you want it gone, don’t you think there’s a proper attitude you should have?”

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Will you become my familiar?”

“I-I will!”

But looking back, the Supreme God had barely managed anything beyond incoherent sounds like, “Eh… ah… ka-hyu…”

Finally freed from her injuries and the agonizing chili cream, the Supreme God, still clad in her torn and pitiful clothing, dropped to the ground and pressed her head into the dirt in a full dogeza.

Her small form trembled visibly, as if trying to make herself as insignificant as possible.

“I deeply apologize for my actions,” she said, her voice quivering.

“Your apology is too vague,” Ichika replied icily.

“…………”

“Do you need more punishment to jog your memory?”

“Hiiiii…! I-I mean… for stealing their stats and skills… for taking Yasushi Sashima as a hostage and threatening them… and… a-and…”

“And what else?”

“I… I’m sorry!”

Ichika… is terrifying.

Even so, the Supreme God showed no recognition of some of her worst offenses—like revealing my name to the world, sending disasters, or initiating her so-called “Supreme God’s Trials.”

But judging by her trembling and how utterly broken she seemed, I doubted she’d try anything similar again. The Killing Dolls’ harsh treatment had clearly left a profound mark on her.

I wasn’t sure if her “Mental Immunity” had been bypassed or if she lacked it entirely, but the punishment had clearly gotten through.

In the end, after all the chaos, Ichika and I decided to forgive her. Or rather, it felt less like forgiveness and more like her becoming Ichika’s familiar had rendered her incapable of being a threat.

With that settled, I finally asked the question that had lingered in my mind since last year—the one I had never received an answer to.

“So, why did you send that disaster to this world a year ago?”

“T-that’s because…”

The Supreme God, still trembling, began to explain the events that had led to the calamity.

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