After pausing for a moment, Fenrir cautiously proceeded into the tent. The only soul that it housed was the seemingly mutated one, but it was something he had no knowledge of, so Fenrir acted with utmost caution.

Upon entering the tent, the boy paused, taking in the sight before him. A man, seemingly the bandit leader, was standing before what he recognized as a tear in space. Though he was familiar with the identity of the patch of nothingness in the air, Fenrir was astounded that he felt no spatial fluctuations from it, even as he stood so close.

Though spatial ripples from tears in space would not be discernable to even a god under normal circumstances, no matter the distance, this tear was in Fenrir's home world. His inherited memories came from the being who created the world, so he was intimately familiar with the laws of the world. As such, he should be able to clearly feel spatial fluctuations from any tear in the fabric of the world even if he wasn't in the world himself, but now he stood only a couple meters away and yet he felt nothing. This could mean two things: either he was not fully adjusted to his power, which he was, or someone from a higher world was obstructing his senses. However, Fenrir was able to tell that the man before him had a connection with his cycle of reincarnation, so he could not be the one who was hiding the fluctuations...

With a jolt, Fenrir stiffened. The only plausible explanation for this was an invasion from a hollow world, which meant that the higher existence that did the shielding was...

The man grinned.

His neck tilted to an impossible angle as he bent his head until it was upside down and touching his back, looking at Raz with bleeding eyes. His very existence began to emit a destructive aura, disturbing the fabric of the world. Though, any mortal who saw the aura would percieve it to be mere darkness. After all, "darkness" was simply the lack of "light", and the aura was tearing apart reality itself, which of course included light. Or at least, it was destroying what a mortal would perceive as reality. It was simply the second layer of reality created by a god; this was known as a "world". Meanwhile, under that layer was the Primordial Chaos, in which all worlds were located, and no laws existed. Even the strongest of gods would be unable to damage the Primordial Chaos[1].

Suddenly, the man was no longer where he had been before. He had moved seemingly instantaneously to right in front of Fenrir, and his hand extended into the boy's chest. His face was twisted as he exulted in his newfound power. Fenrir's heart had been pierced through, and so he stood stunned, unable to process the situation.

Or, so it seemed to the man. The boy's afterimage faded as he stopped before the tear in space and mended it.

Before the man could turn around, he collapsed. Fenrir had erased his soul completely, feeling a twinge of guilt. Even if there were millions of souls in the Cycle, each one was nigh impossible to replace. That was why souls were meant to be able to recover from any damage sustained. However, this soul had likely been infected by a world's enemy, and so Fenrir had been forced to remove it from the fabric of existence itself. The Law of Conservation of Matter did not affect gods. After all, they were the ones who created the laws of the worlds, and so the worlds' laws would bend to their will. Only the dark outer shell remained. The boy gazed at the shell for a moment, and sighed. It seemed his conclusion was correct. In that case, it meant he would have to make some preparations, even if all he could do was to react. After all, this world was the creation of that person. He could not permit it to come to harm.

While the higher existence was definitely stronger than Fenrir, he was not afraid. After all, he held an ability that not even the greatest of gods had. He reached out and grabbed the dark shell, which he now knew to be a creation of a hollow world, designed to corrupt and destroy anything it came into contact with, able to tear apart even the universal laws of the world and he... ate it. After swallowing, he felt the familiar feeling of his power increasing, as well as a new ability whose sole purpose was to destroy worlds. Once more, the boy sighed. He no longer enjoyed his increase in strength, especially after he had become a "God Eater", as she had titled him. After a moment, though, Fenrir realised that she would not have wished him to feel such grief, and tried to make himself to enjoy the meals as he used to. A smile appeared on his face, containing endless melancholy and a small spark of nostalgia. Luckily, there were no others around, or he would have caused another "Calamity of the Bloody Rain", which was what the witnesses had dubbed the last time he had smiled in public. Every single demon who had seen his smile had stood stunned for almost a full minute, and a few had developed nosebleeds. Upon coming to their senses, those demons with the sin of Lust had lost control of themselves and jumped at him, and his sins of Pride and Wrath had demanded that he kill them all. Ever since that day, he had always used magic to suppress what the Goddess had called his "charisma stat". He never did learn which world that phrase came from.

"Thanks for dinner," he said, facing the space where the spatial tear had been.