Pangu stares at the same news headline in Heaven, reading it over and over again.
He still can't believe it.
The Supreme God—the one who appointed him as Director of Debt Worlds, who said He'd have his back—has been directly replaced by a young true god chosen by the Creation Committee.
Pangu sits under the World Tree, holding half a candied chestnut in his hand.
A heavy sense of loss presses down on him—not just because he's lost his backing, but because he knows what comes next:
The former Supreme God, now replaced, must surrender all authority, all divine power, and even all life force—to serve as the initial capital for the new Supreme God.
This is the world of the Supreme God.
Once you're pushed up, there's no turning back.
Once someone more suitable appears, you're replaced. Directly.
No term limits. No retirement. No "thank you for your service, you may go now."
Only—becoming the next one's resources.
Pangu looks at the young god's name in the news.
He doesn't know him.
But he knows that right now, the figure who once stood behind him is fading, bit by bit, into someone else's capital.
He lowers his head and finishes the chestnut.
It's sweet.
But he can't taste it.