Ch.5Chapter 5. The Last Descendant of the Destruction God

# Destruction God Angolmoa.

No one likely exists today who knows exactly about her.

It’s only vaguely known that in ancient times, she descended upon this land intending to destroy the world, but for some reason stopped, had a child with a human, and then departed from this world.

But the Haven clan was convinced they carried the blood of such a being.

Those who inherited the clan’s blood were all born with “the power to read the movement of stars,” awakening the absurd ability to observe a moment in the future through this power.

Yes, with that power, the Haven clan believed they could be free from any danger…..

“Irie, our clan will soon face extinction.”

For Irie, who had been so certain of their safety, these words from the clan leader—her father—came as a shock.

“Extinction? Why are you suddenly saying such things?”

“You’ll understand when you read this record.”

Saying this, Irie’s father handed her an old book.

The author recorded in that book was none other than “Haven” himself, their ancestor.

[My descendants. Though my love for you who carry the blood of my great mother is genuine, the future written in this book will likely be impossible to reverse, even with the power you were born with.]

[This is because the reason my mother, called the Destruction God, left this land without fulfilling her mission was that she read a future where this world would eventually head toward destruction, even without her intervention.]

A letter to descendants, or what might be considered a book of prophecy.

Even though it was a record left long ago, its contents couldn’t be ignored.

How could they dismiss writings from ancient times when their pride and everything they valued—the power to read the future—came from him?

“…This world will soon face destruction?”

“Our ancestor’s prophecy states: Before the time of destruction, beings from other worlds will invade this land, the dead will rise and move again, beasts will stand on two legs and speak human language, and even the night when all should rest will no longer be free.”

Demon Tribe, the Undead, Beastmen, and vampires.

All these beings currently disrupting this world were already destined to appear on this land thousands of years ago when the prophecy was written.

The chaos they spread would eventually lead to the world’s destruction, which is why the Destruction God abandoned her desire for her mission and left this place…

“Currently, the Empire is gathering beings from other worlds to try to correct such a world, but the powerful who cling to these gathered beings only pursue immediate benefits, rotting even the roots of civilization that humanity has built.”

When even humanity, which should be the final hope, focuses only on self-interest without reading the future, how can hope be found in this world?

Since that too was written in the prophecy, neither Irie’s father nor anyone else in the clan denied the prophecy.

Including the future written at the end of the prophecy: “The clan that carries the blood of the Destruction God will disappear from this world.”

“…So we must simply wait for such a future?”

But to just watch such a future unfold? Is there truly no other choice?

If there is no way to change the future they’ve read, is preparing their hearts to accept the coming future all they can do…?

“Must we really just watch as our clan disappears?”

To the sorrowing Irie, her father firmly stated the decision he had reached after much deliberation.

“No, our destruction will be by our own hands.”

The demigod Haven, born with the power to read the future as a descendant of the Destruction God.

The clan that inherited his blood would end their lineage in the form of “suicide,” by no one’s hand but their own.

“What do you mean…?”

“Irie, from now on, our clan will give all our innate powers to you.”

They weren’t giving up on the future.

To find an answer they couldn’t discover themselves, they were making one final gamble to manifest the power possessed by the author of this prophecy once more in this land.

“If we gather our power, which has gradually weakened through generations and blood division, in one place, its potential will surely reach a level comparable to our ancestor.”

“But, but if we do that, everyone except me will no longer be able to read the future. Everyone except me will be unable to prepare for coming dangers.”

“Conversely, you, who will have the strongest power among us, will be able to read what even we cannot currently see. Although that alone may not be enough, it might still raise the possibility from zero to something slightly more.”

If destruction was already destined, they should at least make a final gamble.

While she understood this, Irie couldn’t help feeling burdened by inheriting such responsibility.

“…Why must it be me?”

“For a simple reason. You are the youngest among us now that the time of prophecy has arrived.”

An individual’s fate ultimately exists as long as their lifespan.

Therefore, if one were to gamble, it would be wise to bet on the youngest among those born with the ability of astrology.

“We know we’re giving you a heavy responsibility. So we won’t ask the impossible of you. Even if you receive this power and see no hope, you may give up. You don’t need to save everything. Just pursue the best outcome you can achieve.”

“…Father.”

“Remember this, Irie. At any time, you are responsible only for as much future as you can handle.”

The earnest request made by the entire clan who shared the same blood, bowing their heads.

Irie had no choice but to reluctantly agree, and from the ritual conducted that day, the entire clan lost their power.

They could no longer read the flow of stars, having fallen to the state of “ordinary people” who couldn’t even know the dangers approaching in the future.

Conversely, Irie’s power grew stronger, and through this strengthened power, her understanding of “fate”—which the clan members with faint remaining power couldn’t comprehend—increased.

‘Fate means the countless paths that diverge through collisions when everything in this world moves according to its own will, and the chain reactions that follow…’

Those paths are as complex and vast as the countless branches stretching out, and the present is determined when moving toward where the thickest or most intertwined branches are connected.

The future discerned through astrology until now was merely about identifying the most probable possibility.

One might attempt to read such a future and try to change it, but when abandoning the most easily confirmed future, what one chooses is the “unknown” where not even a hint of what lies ahead can be seen.

‘But now that I’ve inherited the clan’s power, I can faintly see that unknown.’

Yes, she could see it.

If there was even the slightest possibility among the nearly infinite branches…

Even the path toward “the future earnestly desired” by the one who sees the future.

‘Stars, please teach me what I must do to pursue a path that aligns with my wish.’

Irie, who had embarked on the path of an astrologer, prayed for the first time.

She prayed to the heavens, refusing a life that merely conformed to predetermined fate.

If there truly existed a possibility to fulfill her wish.

If there existed a way to not only prevent the world’s destruction but also revitalize her clan who had now lost their power, she asked to be told the answer.

[Go to the Empire]

The crystal ball that showed the future returned an answer to that question.

It ended with just an abstract short sentence, as if to indicate that it was still a distant event yet to come, and even that possibility was faint.

But nevertheless, as if the possibility wasn’t zero, the flow of stars was clearly returning the answer she desired.

[There, divine the fate of others and find someone with the potential that aligns with your ideals. Give advice about his future, and if you form a bond with him, a path to revitalize the clan once more will also follow…]

If you cannot achieve it with your own power, find someone with the potential to save the world and assist by their side.

That was the extent of the inference she could make from the text.

Beyond that, whether due to her insufficient power or because it was a future not yet near, nothing appeared distinctly even when analyzed…

“…Yes, only as much as I can handle.”

She didn’t know how much of this abstract content she could follow, but if she ignored it as nonsense, the world would follow the most probable path and end in destruction.

In the end, only those who read the future in advance can create variables in such a future.

Irie, now the only one born with that power in this land, felt a strong sense of mission for such a task.

‘I will definitely accomplish it. For the best outcome I desire…’

Everything was to escape the mortal future that would befall this world as a prophet.

And along with that, to revitalize the clan that had entrusted everything to her.

****

Yes, she had entered the streets of this Empire with such thoughts in her heart, divining for people, but…

-Now, tell me. What is your identity?

-Y-yes. I-I am Hyoseong’s dog~

-Khuhuhu, if you say you’re a dog, then you should bark like one, shouldn’t you?

-Arf~ Arf~♥

“Ugh, ahhh…!”

A vulgar scene too uncomfortable to watch further.

Irie, unable to believe that the future scene a man would face was actually herself, finally blushed and began to tremble, her hands shaking as if injecting power into the crystal ball.

“No, this can’t be. The future is wrong! Y-yes, surely…”

Wrong?

No, that couldn’t be.

From the beginning, fate is merely a difference in probability—high or low.

She only wanted to deny it because she was so shocked, but there is no such thing as an incorrect future.

In other words, what appeared in this crystal ball was clearly one of the “futures that could be realized.”

Moreover, if there is even a slight possibility of realization in what the future-seer expects, the crystal ball shows such a future conspicuously.

‘T-then… did that person see me as such an object?’

Because he expected a future where he would be with her, that result was derived through this crystal ball that responds to her power.

Unlike when she divined her own wish, it didn’t appear as just vague text.

The clearer the content, the higher the possibility of realization and the sooner it would happen.

That meant that soon she would be toyed with by that man, becoming a vulgar beast as shown in this crystal ball…

“S-snap out of it!”

-Slap!

Irie erased such thoughts by slapping her own cheek.

Feeling confused from the shock, Irie exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself down.

“…Irie, calm down. Now is not the time to be distracted by such things.”

What she was seeing was just one of many possibilities.

Whether that possibility could be realized or not depends on the efforts of the one who sees the future.

Even if he expects such a future, there are surely ways to avoid this future depending on how she acts afterward.

No, if she dislikes such things, she could simply keep her distance from that person.

‘But what if this person is someone who can change the world’s fate?’

Yes, the problem was that she hadn’t yet found who the person that aligned with her expectations was.

For her, who had the responsibility to find and assist that person, and furthermore, to form a bond with them to revitalize the clan, the fact that a future appeared where she was bonded with someone, even if unwanted, couldn’t be ignored.

What if she rashly denied this future and the possibility she had finally discovered fizzled out?

“…Y-yes. He may still be a weak transmigrator, but there’s still some possibility.”

Gulp, Irie swallowed and gazed with tense eyes at the scene unfolding in the crystal ball before her.

The possibility of a future that might unfold before her.

To imprint in her eyes the image of herself lying like a dog on the bed, sticking out her tongue, requesting courtship from the man facing her.

“Wa, wawa…!”

Seeing that scene, Irie’s face turned red, yet she began to spread apart the fingers covering her eyes.

****

The next day, after hearing such an incomprehensible divination.

As usual, I went to the labor union, the main workplace for Foreign Laborers, and upon hearing what the guild leader waiting there had to say, I could only make a dumbfounded expression.

“Do you know you’ve been blacklisted among the heroes?”

“…What?”

Me, blacklisted in this world when all I have going for me is diligence and adaptability?

Why on earth?