episode_0447

The more I think about it, the more I can gain by choosing the god of history and records.

The many blessings of that god are blessings, but there are many additional benefits beyond that.

The god of history and records is literally a god who acts like an officer.

It is a position created to keep in mind the various events that unfold on the earth, record them, and lead people in a better direction.

In the past, when the gods of history and records had great power, they could record many events in the world as they wished, regardless of what others said.

From the great feats performed by the main gods to the trivial chatter between the gods.

If I were to describe it by today’s standards, it would be possible to record all the various perverted things that the poor master had done to me.

However, as the war between good and evil gods ended and the power of the gods on both sides decreased, the gods of history and records also had limitations.

In order to record those who had accumulated power above a certain level, it was necessary to ask for their permission.

If the god of history and records had ordinary tendencies, he would have bowed his head and reached an agreement with others for the sake of records.

However, that god was not normal.

That’s why I chose a different approach.

This is a method of threatening those who are to be recorded by capturing their weaknesses.

If you do not want even this fact to be recorded, please cooperate with me quietly.

If you don’t want the dark history you committed to be revealed to the world, hand over the right to record it to me.

If it had been done by a human on earth, it would have been a clear crime, but the other person was a transcendent person who was free from the restrictions of the law.

The god of history and records, the god of history and records, was supposed to be punished, but the poor god kept silent.

Naturally, the devastation caused by history and records became more severe day by day.

Soon, the crippled people stopped as the God of Heojeop spoke again, but what the God of history and records had accumulated until then was by no means light.

I wonder if he would have ground his teeth by saying that if he became an apostle of some gods at Soul Academy, he would have to take revenge on the gods of history and records.

From my perspective, knowing this setting, the God of History and Records is a very attractive option.

lets think.

In the future, I will receive attention from many gods.

Those guys will be itching to give you blessings. In this situation, what if I found out the weaknesses of those gods?

And what if you could threaten to talk about those weaknesses on the ground?

Then, even if many harsh words come out of my mouth, rather than complaining, those gods will bow down and beg me to please keep their mouths shut.

huh! It’s an incredibly compact idea for an intelligence 58 person to come up with!

After all, I am the rotten water of Soul Academy!

While shaking my head in admiration for my own abilities, I confidently spoke out in front of the blue window.

“It’s a bit gross, though. Still, I’ll have a chat with the history buff.”

And I bit my lip.

uh. hmm. Anyway, calling the other person a history bastard when he or she is a god is a bit… isn’t it?

I think that petty and foul-tempered bastard would keep this in his book of grudges.

Why are you doing this now after being so nice to the other gods?

That’s right, the only people who made a fuss about me so far were perverts who liked what I was selling and didn’t know what to do!

A poor giver! Even a perverted crow! When I curse at them, they are the ones who give a shit!

But not this time!

That guy, who is said to be in a bad mood even among the gods, is someone you wouldn’t want to mess with!

I pursed my lips and waited for the next blue window to appear.

Even though I said something stupid, the meaning would still have been conveyed. The answer will come back too.

And if the answer is in the negative direction.

What can I do?

I have to hit it.

I’ll have to keep calling you that from now on, but I can’t break into a cold sweat every time, right?

In order to do that, you have to become A, not B.

Using the many things I have now.

As I was thinking about that, a message appeared in front of me.

[The God of history and records answers your call.]

Drur.

As soon as the message came to mind, the notebook in my arms began to vibrate.

Knowing what that meant, I carefully took out the notebook and opened it, even though I was sweating profusely.

The notebook, which was filled with all the knowledge I had, had somehow turned into white pages.

‘grandfather. Whatever happens, don’t be surprised.’

‘…uh. ‘Something really unexpected could happen.’

‘Uhm. Then I’ll go.’

‘God of history and records. ‘I’m going to see Ganshu.’

Ignoring my grandfather’s surprise, I placed my hand on the white page and felt like I was being sucked into it, which made me faint.

And when I came to my senses again, the scenery around me had changed.

It is not a neat manor house, but rather a messy and huge library.

As I looked around, feeling the sense of security that the smell of old books brought me, I found my grandfather standing blankly next to me.

The grandfather’s face, wearing paladin-like armor, was filled with bewilderment.

“Puhaha. He said he wasn’t surprised, but look at his face. A poor old man who can’t keep his word. Pathetic.”

“…How could you imagine that it would be like going to meet one of the great gods.”

“So, Grandpa is a sloppy person. Is this proof that my brain has hardened because I am an old man?”

“I think my true intentions are a little bit there.”

“Are you stabbed? Are you being stabbed? They say you’re not popular because you’re so petty.”

As I was giggling at the frowning grandfather, the sound of footsteps echoed from inside.

There was something in the sound of those steps that naturally gave people a feeling of intimidation.

Is this the majesty of God?

As I was biting my lip as I remembered the words I had just blurted out, my grandfather knelt on one knee on the floor.

“One of the great gods. A person who remembers everything in the world. A person who records the world and finds a better future. The God of history and records who is fair, just, and wise. See you Ganshu.”

“It’s been a while. Ruel.”

I turned my head to follow the answer that came back from afar and blinked, forgetting the tension weighing on my shoulders.

What appeared among the books piled on the floor was a little child with a similar gaze to me.

Skin that did not receive sunlight was white.

The clothing that covered her weak skin was a brown robe that was so long that it dragged on the floor.

Hair that hadn’t been maintained for a long time was a mess.

Beneath his fierce eyes, there was a dark tinge that did not match his appearance.

what? weird?

Was this what the god of history and records looked like?

As far as I know, he is a handsome man with a sickly and foul-tempered personality, but why have you become such a mean-spirited brat?

Seeing the grandfather come out so politely, I don’t think it’s fake.

While I was confused, the grandfather and the little boy talked to each other with relaxed expressions.

“I never thought we would meet like this.”

“Me too. Since the end of the war, reunion was thought to be impossible.”

“In a way, it is a good thing. I had a few questions to ask about your heroics.”

“…Is this really a story of heroism and not a record?”

“It depends on how you cooperate.”

As I looked at the little boy smiling, my mouth started itching.

I think I can make that face turn red with just a few words.

Exercise restraint as your opponent is God.

“Hey. An arrogant little boy who is loved by the Lord. What are you saying to me?”

Self-restraint…

“You must realize that you are only mortal if you do well. Such nonsense and chatter.”

continence…

“Luel. You are at fault too. How can you not teach etiquette when you have someone like you next to you?”

“Sorry. Ganshu. Because she is so much like a granddaughter.”

“Tsk. You’ve gotten older, too.”

ah.

This bastard. You’re crossing the line.

Even if you mess with me, are you messing with my grandfather?

Are you trying to punish me for my mistakes?

Still, he’s a god, and I tried to give him some dignity, but I couldn’t do it. I need to instill some manners.

“If it were you in the past, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“He chatters a lot♡ He’s a bad boy♡”

As my voice flows out, the eyes of the grandfather and the little boy naturally turn to me.

My grandfather, filled with embarrassment, scolded me with his eyes.

So I looked into my grandfather’s eyes and smiled.

Do not worry. I took the plunge because I knew it would be okay.

Since this history bastard first mentioned that he wanted to write a heroic story, he will never be able to come out strong to me.

The authority this guy has now is completely different from when his grandfather had it.

More than anything, it’s obvious that every time I talk to this kid from now on, I’m going to have to call him a history bastard, but I can’t make a fuss every time, right?

Let’s establish a relationship with each other in advance.

Because it’s comfortable for both of us.

Did he sense some confidence in my eyes? The grandfather sighed and shook his head.

It was good. Since Grandpa has given up, I can do whatever I want.

“…What?”

The kid froze for a moment and came to his senses later, but he was still denying reality.

“Did you not hear well because your ears are poor?♡ I can’t help it♡ I, the kind person I am, will tell you again♡ I said my lips are suffering because of my ugly owner♡”

“You. Are you crazy?”

“Hmm♡ I feel sorry for you♡ Your eyes aren’t good either?♡ That’s what happens because you’re stuck in a corner of your room♡ Why don’t you go outside♡”

The little boy’s face, which had been brightening every time I uttered a word, suddenly became the color of a flame burning in a fireplace.

“Arrogant. How wanton. Even if you monopolize the Lord’s attention, you are still mortal. How dare you insult me!”

“Hey♡ Stupid kid♡ I guess your brain is just as bad as the others?♡”

“What nonsense.”

“Strange?♡ Who was the poor guy who just begged me to please let me write a heroic story~♡?♡”

When I mention heroic stories, the little boy purses his lips.

haha. okay. I thought so too.

There’s no way you, who are crazy about recording history, can come out strong to me.