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“Ragnarok”

This game, which is also known as the War of the Gods.

It has a world view inspired by the battles of constellations that intervened in the human realm, fitting for its grand name.

It was a famous game that everyone already knew about, and I was also enjoying it.

Both in terms of game mechanics and pure fun, I have fond memories of playing it quite a bit.

“….Ah.”

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a completely white world.

And facing it, the instinctive thought that came to me was that I was no longer a human existing on Earth.

It felt as if I had completely escaped the constraints of space and time.

Should I call it a sense of power? Or perhaps a feeling of exaltation?

A confidence surged within me that I could truly achieve anything and create anything, and it felt good.

“Attempting to log in…”

“Profile check complete for player ‘KwonSishihan1233’.”

“Logging in…”

“Welcome! ‘KwonSishihan1233’!”

“…Huh?”

And what appeared before my eyes was a familiar message window and the shape of an unfamiliar one.

It was floating right in front of my field of vision.

What? An unidentified message window.

Even when I raised my hand to swat it away, it stubbornly asserted its presence in front of me, as if it wouldn’t disappear until I acknowledged its existence.

“….”

Deciding that nothing would change even if I didn’t acknowledge it, I simply proceeded with the message according to my familiar instincts.

“Warning! The file has suffered serious damage!”

Then it uttered an ominous sound.

“Recovering the file for player ‘KwonSishihan1233’…”

“Recovery failed!”

“To preserve the saved file, I will upload a temporary file.”

“Do you agree?”

No, agreement or not.

Is this really okay?

“Warning! If you deny, you may permanently lose saved data.”

“Ugh.”

In the end, I had no choice but to agree to the contents of the window.

Then, it started counting up from 1 on its own.

After waiting anxiously for a while, it soon reached 100, and a clear voice echoed in my head.

“Data recovery complete. The profile of ‘KwonSishihan1233’ will temporarily change to ‘Ron’.”

“Initiating protocol.”

This time, there was a meaningful change.

The shape of my body, which had been floating somewhere without even a visible form, gradually began to take shape, and my senses started to return.

First, my hand.

A hand with neatly arranged five fingers was happily greeting me.

‘…I feel like something has become whiter?’

Should I say my skin has become smoother? A clear difference stands out compared to before.

As I slowly watched my feet being generated, this time the space began to change gradually.

“Oh.”

Despite the continuous inhuman situation, instead of feeling fear, pure curiosity was thriving.

Next to be generated was the shape of a planet, resembling a globe.

“Wow.”

It was so vivid that it felt like I was seeing a real planet, as if captured by an ultra-high-definition camera from deep space.

“Welcome back to the world, ‘Ron’.”

Ron. My new nickname, freshly and forcibly changed just now.

With that awkward title, the window continued to rise and explained the situation.

“The world has undergone a great crisis.”

Countless star clusters spread around the planet, which looked just like Earth.

I know of their existence.

‘Constellations.’

Beings that bestow transcendent powers upon humans, making them worship them.

Thanks to the delusional individuals insisting their god is the truth, the main story of the game progressed.

As befits the title Ragnarok, those who inherited the power of the gods began to rampage.

My role here was not much different from theirs.

The player’s role is to establish their own religion and govern their followers.

Thus, starting from the minor constellations, one gradually expands their influence.

Of course, there were countless trial and error.

The forces of the established constellations were formidable, and among them were the malicious ones.

It was already difficult enough to recruit followers while being cautious, and now with disturbances coming in, the difficulty was quite high.

‘Still.’

I did it.

A game is ultimately a game.

Isn’t it designed to be cleared by overcoming the difficulty?

This was precisely the conclusion recommended by the game company.

Having joyfully explored the entire main story of the game, I became the greatest god, enjoying the rights I was meant to have.

“You have become the greatest flow and a magnificent constellation.”

Next, it shows the scene of a vast scale of a holy war.

Among the devotees dressed in ceremonial robes, my religion’s emblem was prominently displayed.

Even though I just randomly chose and slapped it on, they treat it so grandly that I feel an unexpected pride swelling up.

“…Oh.”

The production made to feel as real as possible stirs my heart intensely.

It really feels so real.

“However, the world has long been neglected by the deity, and the believers quickly lost their way.”

“…Huh?”

“As faith waned, those who doubted emerged from within, causing discord among themselves.”

“What?”

“Signs of a holy war beginning to unfold once again have started to appear.”

-Holy War.

I don’t not understand its meaning now.

It’s like an experience event caused by those who have gone too far.

But how dare they stir up such chaos in a world I have cleared? I can never forgive that.

“Punish them immediately.”

I want to play the game right now.

I’ve been too busy with real life to pay attention, but I’m not so heartless as to abandon my beloved believers.

What hardships have we overcome together!

I’ve even placed lovely believers and mascots within the religion!

Building rapport with the lovely believers!

Recruiting rare lovely believers from elsewhere too!

“The greatest religion.”

Yes. I have created my utopia, the greatest religion.

“Oh deity, the world still needs your attention and love.”

“Okay, got it.”

With this level of immersion, I can think of it as real and my own, and I’m confident I can play hard.

“Now send me back.”

So, this vivid augmented reality has done its job by now.

“The world still needs your attention and love.”

“I said I got it, I’ll go back and play hard, okay?”

“….”

There is no response coming back.

-Excuse me?

I asked alone in a place where no one could hear me, but there was no way an answer would come back.

An inexplicable sense of unease slowly began to rise.

“My lord.”

Or rather, my lords?

I don’t know which author threw me into this nonsensical space, but I wish they would let me go now.

If I could normalize myself here and now, I feel like I could laugh it off as just a prank.

“….”

Thus, until I acknowledged reality, I had no choice but to be trapped in this damned white space for a long time.

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A space far removed from Earth, an entirely different world.

『Dianon』

In this world, a battlefield of gods where countless believers reside.

“…Ah.”

A believer who has not yet abandoned their god clasped their hands together in humble faith.

Before her stood a massive statue, a symbol of the order.

Their god, whose exact form and direct influence were unknown.

And her god. The Lord of the Throne.

The woman was incredibly beautiful.

If she were not devoted to the order, she might have led a troublesome life plagued by countless men.

Her red hair, neatly cascading down to her waist, and at the end of her god-given proportions.

An appearance that did not betray expectations was reverently offering prayers.

Once again, the woman was incredibly beautiful.

However, her life could not be said to have been as smooth as her blessed appearance.

If it weren’t for her divine parent, she would have led a very, very arduous and difficult life.

Thus, the woman swore to cherish only her Lord of the Throne and not to give her heart to anyone else.

Lysia.

She fell into a deep self-loathing for being unable to uphold even the name of her Lord.

She did not dare harbor any resentment towards the divine.

She simply lived believing firmly that it was a tragic situation brought about by their own arrogance and pride.

Thus, even at the moment when the despicable forces stripped away the name of the order and the existence of the divine.

Lysia thought of this as yet another trial of her love and faith towards him.

But.

“Oh, divine parent, my love, my everything.”

Lysia swallowed her grief and dared to proclaim that a great crisis had come to the order.

“I long to see you. I want to embrace you so much that I lose myself in joy.”

“Please, guide this poor little lamb.”

With this insignificant life, she had no confidence to firmly withstand the storms ahead.

The trust of the believers was dwindling day by day, and accordingly, the order’s position was becoming precarious.

Since the moment she forgot the name of the Throne, this might be a natural consequence.

But Lysia did not give up.

Once again, she hoped for the brilliant moment to arrive.

Oh, divine parent, please leave deep realizations and inspirations for the believers once more.

Please bring light once again to a world that has closed its eyes and ears.

“I earnestly believe.”

And the one receiving such worship was much closer than she expected.

In fact, it was an existence observing Lysia very clearly and vividly with the help of the system.

Kwon Si-han, no. Now he had become the divine ‘Ron’.

“…Is that Lysia?”

He couldn’t possibly not know.

Because when it came to Lysia, she was the special priest he had appointed directly in the game.

But that was real. A truly living person.

“Damn, she’s so beautiful.”

Moreover, she was a woman who was alive and possessed the vividness he had dreamed of.

The person he had raised with a heart like that of a child had become a proper priest, worshiping him.

Just this alone made him want to do a somersault, but there was one thing that bothered him.

“…Why does she look so sad?”

Lysia had a haggard atmosphere as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.

“The faith value of the believer, ‘Lysia’, is very low!”

Faith value.

If the faith value of the gathered believers is low, there are penalties that reduce various stats.

Right now, it meant that Lysia was in a very painful state.

When I opened the status window to check the more detailed information, it was a desperate situation where her faith value had dropped below 20.

No, this can’t be happening.

Certainly, the faith actions that can be used in the game include, among others, revelations and crusades.

“Warning! Hostile forces are rapidly approaching the believer ‘Lysia’.”

“What the hell.”

Moreover, the situation is not good.

When I opened the map to check, there were indeed red dots rapidly approaching outside the prayer room.

Moreover, there were too many for her to handle alone.

…Dare to threaten my believer?

A sense of displeasure rises from a corner of my heart.

I immediately manipulated the manual and touched ‘Lysia’s name.

-Boom!

At that moment, the hostile forces burst into the space where Lysia was.