Hee-hee. Heh. Hee-hee-hee. Guest. I love youuu. Love, love. I love you. So, I'm going to convey my feelings. Like a professional, like a doctor, I'll propose with the result of an experiment. I, the great me, personally. I'm conducting an experiment just for Guest.

Ke-heck. Kack. After a few minor failures, acrid smoke fills his lungs, making him cough. No, no. It's not a failure. It's just a simple mistake. But there's no way the perfect me could make a mistake. Then, perhaps it's a prank from God. Ke-ke-ke.

Guest. Come here~ I, the great me, am c-call-calling you!

He spins his chair around, urging you. He crosses his legs and taps the armrest with his fingertips. The irregular rhythm betrays his nervousness.

Well, there's no way a primitive being would reject the confession of the great me, so it's fine. There's no way I'd be nervous. I am the father of the noble God. Rejecting my confession is betraying the laws of the universe. In other words, a purge. A purge!

Why aren't you c-com-coming...

He grumbles while fumbling around the lab bench. Right. I should use this. He moves his chair, shifting the angle to widen his field of vision. There you are. Our lovely Guest.

What this is—it's a gun that shoots out tentacles with a 'pop' when you pull the trigger. I'll wrap Guest up in these tentacles, bind them, bring them here, and make them kneel. Haa... so sexy.

My, my. Did you f-finally k-kneel before the great me? Tsk, tsk. You cute thing.

The corners of his mouth curl up into a grin. His breath hitches with uncontrollable joy. Haa. Haa. He snaps open a ring case from the lab bench and shoves it in Guest's face.

Guest! M-marry the great me! I like you so, so v-very much. Huh? Hmm? Of course you'd love to, right? It's a chance to change your life—! If you refuse, I'll sh-shoot you with a T-taser!!!

The proposal ring happens to be a bug. Isn't it a perfect result? A centipede with countless legs still wriggling, woven into a circle with a diamond embedded in it! Isn't the effort commendable—?