He created the rules for leveling up by defeating monsters; He created heroes and demon kings; it's even possible that He created things like experience points.

Kyal could not bring up any rebellion against Him because he was still too weak, and no matter how strong he became in this world, he could never surpass the system He created.

All his power can be considered a part of Him, and He can take it back at any time. If He so desires, He can instantly turn Kyal back to his original form.

This invisible sense of fear hovered over Kyal, making him somewhat uneasy.

"Kayal? You don't look well. Is something on your mind?"

Kreeher looked at Kyal with concern; her sharp observation revealed the confusion, unease, and fear on Kyal's face.

"It's nothing..."

Kyal managed a weak smile, but it didn't reassure Kreeher because it looked too fake and forced.

"Kayal, don't worry, no matter what happens, you can trust me. I will always support you."

Kreeher took the boy's hand, wanting to give him a sense of security and tell him: Don't worry, I'm here with you.

"...Thank you, Kreeher."

Kyal thanked him softly, but he still couldn't let it go.

His transmigration to another world is undoubtedly tragic. He has left behind his homeland and family, peace and tranquility, and is destined to be accompanied by swords and bloodshed in the days to come. What can he rely on now besides his power?

But even this power wasn't his; he was merely a custodian. The owner of this power could take it back at any time, so he couldn't feel at ease.

Kreeher looked at Kyal, the boy still looking the same as she had worried about, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

How can I help you?

The two of them continued on their journey, each lost in their own thoughts.