I'm a Goddess to Be Devoured by the Protagonist - Chapter 1

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Prologue
I managed to move onto the bed in my space along with Sirius.
But because Sirius had passed out while holding me, I was trapped firmly in his embrace.
How was I supposed to escape from here?
Whether from my squirming or not, Sirius slowly opened his eyes.
And when he saw me…….
He closed them again, adjusted his hold on me, and rested his head against mine.
It felt like my human rights—or rather, my ‘divine rights’—were being trampled.
“Sirius.”
When I called to him, his eyes snapped open, far quicker than before.
“Let me go.”
But my words fell on deaf ears.
In the end, I decided to escape on my own.
The moment I wriggled at his waist, Sirius flinched in surprise. Because of that, the arm wrapped around me loosened its grip slightly.
In that gap, I brushed his arm away and pushed myself up from my reclining position, settling into a sitting posture on the bed.
While I was doing that, Sirius quickly descended from the bed and dropped to one knee before me.
My gesturing protests made no difference to him.
“It is an honor to meet you again, Listener.”
He bowed respectfully.
“Please, get up first.”
Only when I spoke did he rise to his feet.
I walked ahead and sat at the tea table. Sirius followed and sat as well.
I never thought the day would come when I’d face him like this.
Why had this happened?
I began to recollect that day when everything changed.

Episode 1
I had undergone transmigration.
And how did I know that?
[Welcome back to Cosmos. ‘Listener of the Constellation Who Draws Fate’.]
If a window like something out of a video game were floating before your eyes like a hologram, wouldn’t anyone figure it out?
And on top of that, the name I’d seen in a novel was written there, highlighted in quotation marks? This was one hundred percent transmigration.
An unfamiliar ceiling, and an unfamiliar System Window to boot.
Thanks to the title written in the System Window—’Listener of the Constellation Who Draws Fate’—a name that couldn’t be confused with any other novel, I recognized which story I’d transmigrated into.
Listener of the Constellation Who Draws Fate… well, that’s too long, so anyway, the Listener was the divine title of the god who had contracted with the protagonist in , a desolate fantasy novel—or , for short.
That ‘God’ whose English name was ‘GOD’—the great being described as possessing omniscient and omnipotent power.
It wasn’t difficult to explain this god. Just call him a madman who went around throwing the protagonist around in an effort to save the world, and you’re done.
But the System Window was addressing me by that madman’s name.
What was I supposed to do here? I was in deep trouble from the start.
I rolled my eyes, and my gaze landed on the System Window that still hovered before me.
Then the contents of the window changed.
[Please select a channel to enter.]
Beneath that sentence were various symbols and incomprehensible words.
What is this? What channel are they talking about?
I didn’t understand anything, but the screen seemed scrollable, so I placed my finger on the System Window and swiped upward.
Then a word I’d seen before caught my eye.
Could it be……?
I brought my finger to that word and tapped it.
[You have entered the channel ‘Quartz’.]
Then a single image appeared in the upper left corner of the mostly empty screen.
I examined that image.
A dark space was dimly lit by faint light. Seeing nothing but miscellaneous items scattered here and there with no furniture in sight, it looked like a cellar or underground storage.
At the center of the image was a man with his hood pulled deep over his head. Though his face wasn’t clearly visible, I thought I knew who he was.
I lowered my gaze below the image.
[Sirius]
The name of this broadcast’s protagonist was written there.
Now I understand. The method by which the Listener made contact with the protagonist.
was a novel based on the Constellation Genre. There was a setting where gods could observe humans like people watching personal internet broadcasts, sending messages and offering sponsorship.
And the System Window I was looking at now was laid out like a personal internet broadcast site.
And at the top left was a logo reading ‘Cosmos’ in a language I’d never seen before but could somehow read thanks to my transmigration.
It seemed the name of this broadcast platform was Cosmos.
I’d thought it was just the setting, but I never expected to find myself watching from a place that looked so blatantly like a broadcast site.
When asked to select a channel, I pressed the word written as ‘Quartz’ because This Journey When It Ends unfolded in a virtual world called Quartz.
If I tapped the image and broadcast thumbnail to enter the stream, I should be able to help the protagonist.
But standing before a path that could actually help the protagonist, my finger hesitated.
Seeing it as raw text had been shocking enough; I wasn’t sure I was ready to watch it in 1080p quality.
[Notification]
[Cosmos broadcasts are being transmitted in 4K quality.]
Great. Thanks so much for letting me know. That only made me more terrified.
In the novel, there was no hero to save the world besides Sirius. That hero had been created by the Listener.
So if I, having become the Listener, thought ‘The protagonist? Not my problem. I’ll just not watch the broadcast,’ then the world of Quartz would perish, and Sirius, who lived there, would die.
The moment that thought reached me, I slowly raised my hand.
I didn’t want Sirius to die.
Just then, the thumbnail changed to show rough-looking men. I was about to solemnly tap it when I gasped and bit my hand in surprise.
No, people who look so blatantly like criminals actually exist? A passing police officer would probably pick them up just for walking around.
Such men were currently facing off against Sirius.
Sirius might be in danger. Without hesitation, I frantically tapped the thumbnail.
The broadcast screen appeared, and I quickly surveyed the situation.
On one side stood three rough-looking men, and on the other, Sirius with a child hidden behind him, alongside a pleasant-looking gentleman.
-Hey, you listening to me?
One of the rough-looking men from the thumbnail spoke in a tone meant to sound playful, but made no effort to hide the irritation beneath it.
It wasn’t difficult to recognize this as an event from the novel’s early chapters.
It was when Sirius had returned from the Dungeon and was staying at the Inn.
Thump-thump.
A loud sound rang out—something’s footsteps.
<A high-tier monster has appeared! Everyone, run!>
At someone’s cry, the Innkeeper herded everyone inside the Inn and those passing outside into the Underground Storage.
<Phew.>
<Is it gone now?>
After some time passed with no further sound, people breathed a sigh of relief and tried to leave.
<Wait, what? Why won’t this open?>
But they couldn’t. The door, pinned beneath the rubble of the collapsed building, wouldn’t budge.
Thus the people remained trapped in the dark cellar, and considerable time passed.
The Underground Storage happened to contain food, but only a meager amount. Since the Innkeeper distributed it equally among everyone, each person received very little to eat.
<I’m so hungry…….>
<My throat feels like it’s burning.>
<When will we be able to get out?>
They had to ration what little food there was. Hunger gnawed at their empty bellies, and parched throats went unquenched.
Then one day, three men began to move suspiciously.
Sensing something amiss, Sirius questioned their intent, and one answered without hesitation.
<We’re going to take the child’s portion.>
They pointed to the sole child in the Underground Storage.
Robbing a weak child of their rations—anyone would have condemned such men.
If not for the circumstances they faced.
The people trapped in the cellar were exhausted, body and soul.
A place beyond outside help. Men with brutal faces. A moral compass nowhere to be found among them. Blades that would bring unmistakable pain if they struck.
<Such immoral conduct is not permissible.>
<Y-yes, I agree with that!>
Only Sirius and the Innkeeper, a man of good heart, stepped forward to stop the men.
Thus, as visible on screen now, a configuration emerged: Sirius and the Innkeeper standing to protect the young child, three men arrayed against them, and a scattered dozen others sitting at a distance, watching nervously.
-Ah, this is troublesome…….
I looked toward the men. No matter how you looked at it, they were neighborhood thugs—extras who operated in groups of three.
The man standing in their center held a dagger he’d found in the cellar.
I turned my gaze to Sirius’s side.
The Innkeeper and the child looked as though they’d never thrown a punch in their lives. Only Sirius was capable of standing against the men’s assault.
A three-to-one situation.
Yet it was not without danger. The men showed no sign of rushing forward.
They understood that even if all three charged at once, they had no chance of winning.
<He tore that open with one hand?>
They had watched Sirius casually tear open the cellar door.
It was something no ordinary human could do.
Thugs knew how to intimidate the weak, but they’d never won against someone out of the ordinary.
That’s why they would back off on their own if you waited them out.
But you couldn’t just let them be. The real problem came after.
Should I give up like this?
No. Heh heh, I can use Magic. Let’s catch him when he’s asleep.
One of the thugs knew how to use Magic. Though his skill was crude, at best.
Of course, after the confrontation over the child, Sirius had kept his sleep to a minimum, wary of what the thugs might attempt in his vulnerability.
Yet there was no way to completely escape the pull of slumber.
Now’s the time!
As time passed and Sirius’s eyelids grew heavy, the thugs recognized their moment had come.
And so Sirius fell under their Magic, plunging into sleep.
Hey, you awake?
When Sirius opened his eyes again, his body was bound tight with Rope. A metallic stench filled his nostrils, and a dark crimson liquid blurred his vision.
The kid you were protecting? He’s gone now. Heh heh.
The thugs had killed the defiant child in the end and stolen the provisions.
Sirius was seized by rage, but in the same breath, self-recrimination for failing to protect the boy made him clench his teeth.
Then, the System Window appeared. The Listener was offering Sirius a Contract.
Sirius was startled by the appearance of this unexpected being, but he didn’t hesitate—he accepted the Contract.
His patron gave him an Old Sword to grip as a gift of the Contract.
What, what is that sword?
Where did such a weapon even come from?!
It wasn’t hard to discern the patron’s intent. Sirius cut through the Rope binding his body and swung the blade.
At the three men who had killed the child.
But Sirius’s actions didn’t end there. There were ten people who had taken no action while he was bound.
Bystanders.
In Sirius’s eyes, poisoned by malice, that’s all they were.
Please, please spare us!
We, why are we…!
And so Sirius committed his first crime, killing thirteen people—all except the Innkeeper.
It was horrific from the start. Most of those trapped in the Cellar were dead.
Looking back now, I should have stopped watching This Journey When It Ends right there and left. But human curiosity is a remarkable thing. I wanted to keep watching.
I turned my attention back to the broadcast. The standoff was still unfolding.
It was fortunate that the Transmigration occurred early.
No one had died yet.

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