I Made a Game Featuring Constellations

"-The Curator hugged me and believed in me! Curator-nim ㅠㅠㅠ
-I can't handle it! When all the heroes we met appeared at the end and spoke their lines, I almost cried!
-I can't shake off the emotions. I can't sleep.
-Wait, I think I need to change my underwear.
-I HAVE LEARNED!
ㄴI HAVE LEARNED FROM YASTORA!
ㄴI HAVE LEARNED FROM McGUY!
ㄴI HAVE LEARNED FROM LATTIS!
ㄴWhat kind of crazy unity is this, why does everyone have different mentors?"

Beidos' unexpected resurrection had forced the story to take a sharp turn, but I had managed to wrap it up well.

After all, clichés exist for a reason.

Even though the final boss fight was built entirely on predictable tropes, the players had completely immersed themselves in the story and enjoyed it.

An overwhelming, unbeatable enemy.
A hopeless situation, where the protagonist must face it alone.
Light piercing through despair.
The spirits of fallen heroes returning to guide him.@@novelbin@@

The memories of every battle and every lesson learned from them.

And as those memories flashed through his mind, their power united as one.

The emotional soundtrack swelled as his allies each delivered their final lines.

Goddamn.

It was peak hype.

If I hadn’t been the one writing this, I might have enjoyed it as a player myself.

But since this world lacked such games, I could never experience them the way players did.

Anyway, the long saga of the Pantheon had finally come to an end.

What had started as a hastily prepared episode at Thystina and the gods' request had turned into a chaotic rollercoaster—what with an ancient Abyssal God suddenly reviving and all.

But in the end, I had managed to wrap it up well.