"No, no, no! Let's be more cautious..."

The thrush, feeling a chill from the Disaster Avoidance, glanced at the crow on his shoulder as if looking at a "big fool," quickly shook his head, and rejected with an awkward smile:

"My thought is, since everything is still within your control, we don't need to rush into changes. If we make a mistake, it could make things worse."

"Don't worry, the truth is absolutely infallible. So, until the story ends completely, nothing will happen to you wherever you are."

Seeing through what the thrush was really afraid of, the black crow's pupils flickered quickly twice, and then it softly implied:

"Even if I wanted to harm you, when you're caught by the Food God and forcibly end the Bedtime Story, don't you still have the truth that can avoid him one hundred percent?"

"?!!!"

With his biggest secret revealed on the spot, the thrush's pupils involuntarily shrank suddenly, and his face instantly flushed red. Shrinking his neck, he stammeringly questioned:

"H-how do you know?!"

"..."

I just noticed you panic whenever the Food God is mentioned and made a random guess... but it turned out to be true!!!

Seeing the thrush's reaction mixed with surprise and embarrassment, the Narration of Nonexistence couldn't help but open its beak wide, finding it hard to maintain composure on its bird face.

The truth that pillar gods hold is usually based on their original "power" and an intense desire that surged at the moment they crossed the pillar god's threshold, which was then engraved into the world order, becoming part of the world's rules.

For instance, having the power of the Story, at the moment of becoming a pillar god, my greatest wish was to turn fiction into reality. Thus, I gained the truth named the Narration of Nonexistence, which allowed me to turn false stories into true ones.

As for the thrush...

Seeing the thrush's flushed face and awkward demeanor, the Narration of Nonexistence couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, suddenly feeling a foreboding called "Slaughter King Association is doomed."

If my guess is correct, when the thrush crossed the pillar god's threshold, he was probably cowering in some corner, praying that the Food God wouldn't discover he was still alive.

This fool was originally a True God representing calamities, holding the powers of Disaster and Chaos. And these disaster-related powers, combined with extreme fear of the Food God, successfully forged the most rubbish truth ever—

A truth that specifically avoids disasters related to that Food God!

For god's sake! Could you be any more worthless!

"This... I didn't really want this either..."

From the silence of the Narration of Nonexistence and the white snake, the thrush sensed a repressed, strange emotion, and as a True God who still had some dignity, the thrush, with a flushed face, reluctantly tried to save face for himself:

"Mainly, I was in a fierce battle with the Food God at the time and didn't notice I'd already crossed the pillar god's threshold, so I didn't have the chance to control my thoughts consciously to choose the type of truth to forge.

Additionally... at that time, I had very important information and was thinking that I had to survive to bring it back to you all somehow. So I thought if I could avoid... evade the Food God, that would work, so..."

"Alright, there's no need to explain further!"

The Narration of Nonexistence, finding it hard to maintain facial composure, turned away from the embarrassed thrush and spoke:

"Your ability, though crap... has limited adaptability, but it's coincidentally fitting for now. Since you won't have any problems no matter how you encounter the Food God, why not just stick close to him, get caught on purpose, and quickly push the story to the next node... any issues?"

"No... none..."

His overwhelming shame and the double insurance provided by two truths finally suppressed the fear in his heart. The thrush, wishing he could dig a hole to hide in, reluctantly accepted the task.

Yet, just as the crow on "Catherine Princess's" shoulder spread its wings, preparing to fly off him, the thrush couldn't help but awkwardly inquire:

"Um... I remember there's a rule in our association that any official member who becomes a pillar god can be promoted directly to vice president. Does this... still hold?"

"..."

Indeed, we have this rule. After all, a pillar god holds a truth, which can't be too weak... but when the president set this rule, they probably never imagined an oddball like you would appear...

Staring at the disgrace of the pillar gods in front of him for a long while, considering that the thrush is still a pillar god despite everything, the Narration of Nonexistence, full of complex feelings, reluctantly nodded.

"It holds!"

...

"Forget it! Really, just forget it!"

After accepting a flyer from a certain prince and looking at its contents, the Dancing Girl, dressed quite skimpily, couldn't help but turn pale and then shakily tossed the flyer back as if it were a hot potato.

"I... I'm a Dancing Girl of the Masquerade Society by life, and a dead Dancing Girl of the Masquerade Society by death; I have no intention to join any other society, and... and I really can't do this sort of thing!"

"Really not even going to consider?"

After catching the flyer the Dancing Girl tossed back, smoothly smoothing out its wrinkles, the Evil Prince Lion Heart enthusiastically promoted:

"The Yarn Ball Society offers excellent benefits. As long as you're willing to lend me a helping hand, we'll storm into the Grand Sorcerer's Court and kidnap Princess Catherine. I guarantee you'll be granted a title... Hey, don't walk away! You've already signed the survey; even if you don't join, you can still claim some goodies!"

"No, no, no! I don't want anything!"

Great, money saved.

Watching the small gifts on the shopping cart, not a single one taken, Leon nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head to look at the hooded black-robed witch beside him.

"So? Was that person's signature genuine?"

"It should be genuine."

Holding the "survey" signed by the Dancing Girl, which was folded onto a Yarn Ball Society membership application, the hooded black-robed witch whispered a few incantations, and the survey on top quickly dissolved into fluffy material and wood fibers.

The signature, originally attached to the survey, seeped downward, imprinting clearly onto the Yarn Ball Society's indenture contract... membership application.

Good, that's another one!

After patting the Heart of Ambition nestled in the mutton, confirming that one more target was now in his control, the evil prince nodded in satisfaction, then pushed the cart and survey forms to target the next victim.

However, just as Leon stopped a bald blessing monk, ready to coax her into signing the "survey," a familiar figure suddenly emerged from the corner of the street not far ahead.

"?"

"!"

Upon making eye contact with the evil prince, the thrush, who was out "to advance the plot," shuddered all over. Without waiting for Leon to call out, it turned and ran away without hesitation!