Ch.5151. Wait, Why So Soon?

# Title: Sometimes I Lose Track of Time While Playing Ragnarok.. Yeah;

-Outside I’m counting every minute until I can clock out

But in the game, time works on constellation standards, so building a castle or city takes just a few minutes

And if you throw money at it, instant completion is totally possible

Damn, I wish I could live that chill;

└Not so chill after all..

└(Just a meme of a dog character giving a meaningful look)

└What even is that meme?

└If you don’t know, just laugh

└Hahahahaha

└You’re getting chill now

# Title: I Decorated My Cult with an Undead Theme

(Screenshot of customization with skeleton decorations)

-What do you think?

└Holy shit, you scared me;

└This guy was told to save the world and he’s going in the complete opposite direction

└Info: The game company has never forced any specific playstyle on players

└True. You can complete the main story if you want, or not if you don’t

└How long did it take to make all that?

└Um… 30 minutes?

└?

└???

└Damn, how much money did you spend, teacher?

└Please just buy me one ice cream

└Decorating is up to the constellation~

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A massive magical shockwave announcing the emergence of a dungeon spread across the world.

Monsters sensitive to domains were startled, and magic detectors atop wizard towers nearly broke down.

The cost of repairing the resulting damage was, of course, billed to Ron in his capacity as the Absolute One.

But what caught public attention wasn’t these ripple effects.

It was the unprecedented quality and scale of the magical energy and its waves.

Clearly something serious was happening—the powerful figures who controlled the world were certain of it—

In the Regalium Kingdom.

Where they had recently been actively demonstrating their devotion by following a constellation.

Power brokers from around the world gathered there.

“…So.”

In the conference hall where they had assembled to devise countermeasures for the dungeon, a beastman with the appearance of a large animal opened his muzzle to speak human language.

-Woong…

More precisely, it was the translation artifact beside him doing the work.

“Our tribe plans to form an extermination squad immediately.”

The leader of the beastman nation, known for their aggressive nature, wanted to eliminate the source of this unusual situation right away.

“Please calm yourself.”

However, a woman with an elegant voice restrained the beastman.

“As you know, the scale of this dungeon is concerning, and there’s much to worry about.”

“If we delay, we might actually trigger a Dungeon Break.”

With such a powerful magical shockwave, the magical beasts and monsters lurking inside would surely be formidable.

The real disaster would be if those monsters escaped and began roaming outside.

“…”

Various leaders of different appearances sat around the massive round table.

Among them, a middle-aged man with long ears spoke up.

“Though I don’t care for the beastmen’s aggressive approach, I must agree with their opinion this time.”

It was extremely rare for a proud elf to side with another race.

“The World Tree’s constellation wishes for the dungeon to be conquered.”

It was the will of their constellation—a weighty justification that naturally drew sighs from around the room.

Only an elf of his stature, one who enjoyed the constellation’s favor, could make such a statement.

Throughout the world, very few could directly receive a constellation’s will.

Even among the highest rulers of various nations, those who could truly share thoughts with constellations could be counted on one hand.

For mortal creatures, constellations were essentially cheat codes.

A constellation wants it done and you won’t do it? Are you a heretic?

The elf elder was now dominating the gathering with this implicit threat.

“Additionally.”

The elf elder continued his advance without losing momentum.

“Following the will of the World Tree’s constellation, I propose forming an independent dungeon extermination squad.”

The constellation wants the dungeon cleared. Object and you’re a heretic.

Hearing this, Edmund’s lips twitched slightly.

‘As if hearing a few words is anything special.’

He had personally conversed with that being’s divine manifestation and even shared deep emotional communion.

Not only had he achieved one of his ancestral aspirations, but his country had essentially received centuries of blessings.

And from whom?

‘Father God, please look upon these poor lambs.’

“Ahem.”

While no one dared offer an opinion, Edmund cleared his throat, seizing the opportunity.

“…?”

The attention of everyone immediately turned to him.

Even the elf elder subtly twitched one eyebrow at his presumptuous demeanor.

“I’m afraid that would be problematic.”

The human king, a devotee of peace and the Father God, clearly expressed his disagreement.

“Are you opposing the constellation’s will?”

“I would never foolishly oppose the will of the exalted ones. I merely spoke of what should be our first priority in all this.”

“And what priority—”

“Our Absolute One, the Father God. Shouldn’t He be the primary deity we discuss in the face of this crisis facing our world?”

They all knew.

Who had returned to this world, and what significance His divine status held.

A constellation who not only turned hundreds of thousands of undead to ash but purified them.

A constellation who directly summoned a divine manifestation to bestow great blessings upon the Regalium Kingdom when it faced a major crisis.

“I’ve heard the stories.”

The woman who had been conversing with the beastman leader now turned her attention to Edmund.

In fact, this was one of her top priorities.

She needed to understand more thoroughly the connection with the ‘Absolute One’ and her relationship with him.

“The Father God of all people. The greatest constellation who once saved us from the ‘Great Calamity.'”

The ‘Master of Stars’ who bestowed great grace upon all living beings in this world, including humans.

“If given the chance, I would love the honor of meeting Him.”

“Since the Father God loves everyone, I’m sure you’ll have the opportunity.”

Edmund’s expression contained a subtle sense of superiority as he spoke.

‘…This old man is getting carried away in his twilight years.’

The woman thoroughly concealed her dark thoughts and gave the Regalium king a gentle smile.

“May the constellation’s blessing be with you.”

She even included words blessing his future.

The recent growth of the Regalium Kingdom had been remarkable.

Of course—it was a nation supported by the greatest god in this world.

Edmund Karsein, backed by the constellation’s radiance, had begun to wield tremendous diplomatic influence.

-The most righteous god, whom everyone should follow.

Until recently, this old man who had maintained a skeptical attitude toward constellations had overnight become a fervent believer, spreading His name.

“So, what exactly does the faithful servant of the Father God wish to say?”

Fearing this would lead to endless praise, the elf elder had no choice but to intervene directly.

“Forming an independent extermination squad at this time could cause confusion among nations.”

Edmund answered, now speaking as the king of Regalium rather than as a believer of the Father God’s church.

“Even so, we cannot simply wait for the dungeon to break. Everyone here.”

The elf elder glanced around the gathering before continuing.

“We all know well what dungeons have taken from us, without needing lengthy explanations.”

Though different races, they all shared the same world.

Dungeons weren’t just about rewards and the dangers of obtaining them—

Everyone knew very well that if not addressed immediately, they could grow into natural disasters that would engulf everyone.

Part of the beastman nation’s territory had vanished due to a Dungeon Break.

There was also a historical incident where a demon that escaped from a dungeon took root in the Empire, nearly leading to its destruction.

“…”

The woman’s expression grew cold as she heard this.

No matter how senior he was or how beloved by the constellation, she couldn’t let such direct exposure of her nation’s vulnerabilities pass.

Known as the Iron Princess, she couldn’t allow her proud empire to be disrespected.

‘Fools who believe their race is superior to all others.’

That was her impression of “elves” embedded in her mind.

As the elf elder grew increasingly uncomfortable and the atmosphere in the conference hall chilled—

There was one person watching them with a pleased expression—

‘Father God.’

Edmund Karsein.

Though a recent convert, he had absolute confidence in his ability to act for his deity.

‘Here are the foolish lambs who need Your guidance.’

He eagerly anticipated.

This moment, with the dungeon threatening the world, was a crucial time for everyone to unite.

It was a moment when Edmund’s sharp instinct, which had helped him survive in this desperate world, came into play.

“Discussions about the extermination squad will continue.”

However, it was right that he should continue to mediate between them, to ensure that no single faction monopolized the achievements against this crisis.

‘All glory to You…’

Edmund made a deep vow in his heart.

He would attribute all future accomplishments to the Father God’s church.

Though “Ron,” the actual subject, knew nothing about it.

Life never flows as smoothly as water.

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Time passed.

“…What?”

A new high-risk dungeon opened for the first time in hundreds of years.

Extermination squads from various countries began arriving at the dungeon one by one—

Eventually, they even formed an alliance and began setting up permanent residences around the dungeon.

A second Dungeon City, or even larger in scale.

Like a landmark had been established, activities for dungeon conquest began unfolding at an unbelievable pace.

“Incarnation of the Black Sun: The momentum is like…”

“Uooooh!! The Father God commands it!”

“Holy war! It’s a holy war!!”

“Exterminate the abominable demons of the dungeon!”

The new dungeon created for relaxation and enjoyment.

Having lost its original purpose, it was now saturated with devotees worshipping the Father God, welcoming challengers to the point of overcrowding.

“Dungeon Conquest Progress: 68%”

In just three months, the end of the dungeon was coming into view.

“What about the other churches?”

“Child of the Lost Star: They haven’t arrived yet.”

“Ah.”

The conquest progress was too fast.

The worry wasn’t about them being late—the immediate concern was that the sacred artifacts and various rewards he had prepared to entice the constellations were about to be looted.

“This wasn’t in the plan.”

I didn’t expect the dungeon I created to be this popular.

Even with the possibility of infinite resurrection, who wouldn’t hesitate to face death?

“Uoaaaah! I’m not afraid to die! The Father God is with us!!”

“Ah, guys.”

Watching my church’s believers shouting in frenzy through the screen, I felt momentarily dizzy.

…I definitely needed to temporarily slow down their progress.