I Made a Game Featuring Constellations

"- Is it warm where you are, Yastora?"

"- Yastoraham... 😭😭😭"

"- The Living Yastora now resides among the gods!"

"- Yastora was secretly seductive all along."

"Excuse me?"

"- Sir, please."

"- The Great Chieftain's divine presence... is gone?"

The forums exploded with discussions about the Great Chieftain Yastora after players completed his story arc. Concerns that players might grow weary of repetitive patterns were utterly dispelled. Instead, their fervent reactions showed they had craved such a tale all along.

The success of the story was immensely satisfying. Yastora’s epic finale struck a deep chord with the audience, evoking intense emotions and admiration.

"Curator, the divine energy I’m receiving is off the charts thanks to the players' praises!"

"Congratulations, Great Chieftain!"

Yastora, now a major figure in the game’s mythology, wasn’t always a part of this divine pantheon.

It all began with a fierce competition among deities after [Lady of the Night] had gifted her artifact to secure her place in the game. During that contest, the Great Chieftain had offered the very weapon he used to hold back the Empire’s armies—a sacred relic forged in battle and faith.

At the time, it had seemed like just another item, but I could see now how deeply imbued it was with legend.

I turned my gaze to the massive club resting in the corner of my room—a relic given to me for protection against future threats.

The club was no ordinary weapon. It had held back three entire imperial legions single-handedly.

With Yastora's ascension to godhood, it had absorbed the faith and myths surrounding his legacy. Now, it brimmed with divine power, a tangible symbol of his trials and triumphs.

The room seemed to hum as I hesitantly extended my hand toward it. The moment my fingers touched its handle—

WOOOOOOSH!

A storm of divine energy erupted.

Bookshelves collapsed, the ceiling cracked, furniture shattered into fragments—all as the overwhelming divine storm centered on me.

"Stop!"

With a desperate shout, the storm ceased, and the swirling debris fell still.

I surveyed the destruction of my room.

"How am I supposed to explain this?"

If anyone asked: Oh, nothing serious—just accidentally unleashed a godly relic's power, ha ha.

I shuddered.

"What do I do about this mess?"

I muttered, staring at the ruins of my once-cozy room. Cleaning this up myself seemed impossible.

Then, as if hearing my thoughts, the fragments and dust began to float.

"What the...?"

Pieces of furniture moved as though rewinding time, fitting themselves back into place. The shattered ceiling mended itself, and my room returned to its original state before my very eyes.

I stared, dumbfounded, at the club now resting innocuously in my hand.

"What are you...?"

***

"So you're saying you could’ve made me any old way, but instead, our curator turned me into this? Hahaha!"

The booming laughter of the Great Chieftain echoed as he downed another massive mug of ale. His physique, already immense, had grown even larger from the overwhelming divine energy that now coursed through him.

"Ugh, people need to see what an idiot this guy really is."

"Unbelievable. Of all beings, this guy gets to go first."

Despite their grumbles, the other deities surrounding him raised their mugs in celebration.

The Great Chieftain, with his noble yet boisterous personality, had been on the decline for centuries. But now, witnessing his triumphant resurgence, even his rivals couldn’t help but feel happy for him.

Still, some couldn’t completely mask their envy.

"Hey, you bastard! What was that about 'protecting the tribe'? Dropping lines like that during training is way too obvious!"

"No, wait, that’s not—!"

"A god lying? We’ll have to judge you for that!"

"Hey! You idiots!"

The Great Chieftain found himself on the receiving end of playful punches and jabs from his fellow gods.

The rowdy scene of deities laughing and roughhousing caught the attention of others.

"The [Akashic Archive] effect is something else, huh?"

"Never thought that oaf would amass divine power to rival the top-tier gods."

"I can’t take this anymore. I’m going to request a spot in the game myself."

"What? You want to be in the game too? Weren’t you calling the gods who joined ‘toys for mortals’ before?"

"W-Well, I didn’t know better back then!"

The ripple effects of the Great Chieftain’s success were spreading.

"I’ll go for it this time."

"Tch. Last time, I lost because that idiot tossed in his relic."

"Looks like the competition is going to be even fiercer this round."

"Damn it, do I need to bring a relic too?"

The gods’ desire to secure a place in the game was growing stronger by the minute.

***

In the dim dormitory room of the academy, Beydia lay curled up in the corner, shrouded in darkness.

The image of Yastora's final moments, his selfless sacrifice to ensure the escape of the Germania tribes from the relentless empire, played over and over in his mind. Beydia had been cast out of the story and back into reality.

"Did you learn anything from it?" Queen Tistina had asked him when the story concluded.

Beydia had learned countless things from Yastora’s final moments, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. If he admitted it, he felt like the weight would crush him entirely.

Returning to reality hadn’t brought relief. Inside the game, he was the "Apprentice Curator," wielding the powers of countless heroes. Outside of it, here in the real world, he was nothing—a talentless noble, a failure named Beydia.

"Yastora... what should I do?"

Beydia buried his face in his knees.

"Why are you asking such foolish questions, Beydia?"

A voice, deep and familiar, echoed in the silence.

"Y-Yastora?"

His head shot up, and there he was. The Great Chieftain himself, formed entirely of a radiant white light, stood before him.

"In the story, you fought like the greatest of warriors. And now? All I see is a coward."

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"But, Yastora..." Beydia’s head hung low again.

In the story, he had been a hero. Out here, in reality, he wasn’t. What would Yastora think of him now? Surely, he’d be disappointed.

"I’m not the same person I was back there. I’m a nobody. I can’t do anything. I’m just a useless idiot."

Meeting Yastora again should’ve been a dream come true. Instead, Beydia wanted to run. He didn’t want Yastora to see him like this.

"An idiot, huh? You’re right. You are an idiot."

Beydia flinched, his shoulders trembling as his head dipped even lower.

"An idiot who doesn’t even recognize his own strength. Why can’t you remember? You are my comrade, the one I acknowledged as my equal. Whether you wield great power or not, you are the warrior who made miracles happen alongside me."

"Yastora..."

"Was it just the game’s powers that enabled you? Who wielded those powers? Who fought at my side for seven days and seven nights? Did someone else do that for you? Did you do nothing?"

"No," Beydia whispered.

It was me. I did it. I fought with you for seven grueling days.

"No talent? Who decides that? Do you think I was born a prodigy? Compared to the chiefs before me, I was weak, too. But I endured because I had my tribe to protect, my warriors to fight for, and... I had you by my side. You gave me the strength to hold on for those seven days."

"Yastora...!"

"Changing yourself takes willpower. And you, Beydia, you have more than enough of it."

Beydia stood up abruptly, determination burning in his eyes.

"I’ll do it. I’ll change myself. Will you watch over me?"

"Of course, my comrade. I will always be with you."

The Great Chieftain smiled warmly as he watched his devoted follower stride out the door with renewed resolve.

The days they had fought together in the game were memories the deity cherished deeply. Even as a god, those moments stood as some of the most meaningful in his existence.