And he was terrified of Hajime.
"Normal?" He cracked his knuckles.
"You could go back," the copy said. "Leave the monsters, the goddess, the pain. Just walk through the door. Be normal again."
Tio stepped forward. "That requires entering Ehit's mental domain. If we fail, our souls become his feast."
Before anyone could react, a colossal figure stepped through the rift. It was a colosseum—floating, inverted, and made of bone-white marble. Chains of light anchored it to the four corners of the world. Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou Season 3 -...
They joined hands. The world inverted.
Inside Ehit’s mind, they saw the truth: the god was dying. His realm crumbled. His angels were automated relics. He wasn’t a deity—he was a parasite clinging to a dead universe.
At the colosseum’s core, they found him: a boy no older than fourteen, chained to a throne of screaming faces. His hair was white, his eyes bled light, and his voice echoed with a thousand voices.
"You’re not a hero," Ehit’s voice boomed. "You’re a glitch. A malfunction. I will delete you." And he was terrified of Hajime
"So we break the link," Hajime said.
Here’s a short story continuation based on the premise of , picking up right after the events of Season 2. Title: The Cradle of the Mad God
The air in the Haltina Labyrinth had barely settled. Hajime Nagumo wiped the dust off his prosthetic arm, watching as Shea Haulia’s rabbit ears twitched violently—a sign she sensed something far worse than any ancient magic.
Hajime nodded. "Ehit isn't just watching anymore. He's moving." "Leave the monsters, the goddess, the pain