episode_0042

Spirit King.

Even if I stayed at the Evil God Church, there was nothing else to do, so I decided to follow what the Spirit King said before.

In any case, aren’t they also one of the most powerful people in the world who existed in ancient times and whose worldview is infinitely similar to that of God?

They might know something. Maybe you know that long past.

“Child, will you guide me to the spirit world where the spirit kings are?”

The spirit smiled and flew high as if to follow.

The space was torn open.

“You were a greater child than I thought.”

The way I feel these days is that this spirit is not here just because I like it, but because of the order of the Spirit King.

After all, no matter how mysterious and unidentifiable it may be, isn’t it strange for a single spirit to tear apart a dimension and guide others to the spirit world?

I needed a lot of help because my abilities only allow me to go to places I’ve seen or been to once, but no matter how I thought about it, it was strange.

“Okay, let’s go. Don’t rush me like that.”

The spirit circled around me and told me to move forward quickly, and only then did I cross the torn space and move to the spirit world.

Since it was crossing into another dimension, I was quite curious about the aftermath, but nothing happened, as if to prove that the body of God was God’s.

It was so casual.

“Are there any spirit kings here?”

My question was answered simply as a cool breeze.

As I walked forward, I saw four people.

The Spirit King of Wind still took the form of Mari, the Spirit King of Earth still took the form of Caesar, the Spirit King of Fire took the form of Veronica, and the Spirit King of Water took the form of Terrasia.

Each of them took on the appearance of major characters, including evil cult leaders and children.

“I just don’t understand why you guys look like that.”

“I was expecting the evil spirit to come. He’s already come this far.”

“And I wish you would stop using that way of speaking. If you speak the same way and look the same as our children… it still feels different.”

“Oh my, is that so?”

Some trivial words were exchanged.

Since they didn’t seem to want to change their appearance anyway, they didn’t say anything more.

“Now, why did you call me here?”

“…We are prohibited from saying anything to the evil spirit, but in order to achieve your grand goal, you will have to face us again. When that time comes, we ask you to kill us and liberate us. “I would like to ask for that.”

He was the spirit king of the earth.

There was something strange about what he said.

“Couldn’t you guys kill yourself?”

“…We are immortals. Those who were supposed to die are merely conscious beings who remain here, relying on something as their last regret. So, please use your power to release us from here.”

“I, too, prepared a lot for my father…”

“If you allow us to leave, only then will my final research be completed.”

Everyone was just so similar.

I don’t know if it was just acting, but it was similar enough to melt away any remaining negative feelings I had toward the Spirit King.

“…Your words and appearance are very similar.”

“Please forgive me for being forbidden to speak to evil spirits.”

What is that prohibition again?

The Spirit King, who would dare place a ban on a being infinitely close to God?

“Ah, of course, if you come here again later, I predict that you will be free from the ban. And once you are free from all that oppression and bondage, only then will you have the authority to kill immortals.”

I don’t know exactly what that means, but it means that by the next time they come, their request can be accommodated.

As immortals, should we really listen to a request to kill those who have lived for eons?

“Ah, father… next time we meet, please kill us… now I want to follow those who left before…”

Same voice as Veronica.

A sad voice, but even a smiling appearance.

…If you look like that and say something like that, how can I refuse?

“…Okay, I will do that.”

“…thank you.”

Who were the people who went first?

Who on earth are these people that the spirit kings want to go with?

I couldn’t know its identity, and there was no way to know.

I can only ask you one more question.

“…Do you regret that decision?”

“The evil spirit may not remember, but we have gone through countless times. Now there are people who can take on our role, so now… I want to go to their side.”

“…Okay, if you can’t do it now, come back next time.”

“It’s always waiting here.”

Although the question was not properly resolved, I returned to the evil religion.

Spirit King, what on earth did you guys do, and what happened in the past?

Since it is a very ancient record that has now been completely lost, it is impossible to know exactly what was there at the time.

However, it was a time when even the Spirit Kings had colleagues they would miss.

It’s amazing.

“It might have been so in ancient times.”

It is said that the Spirit King and Adel are now considered to be one of the unrivaled strongest powers, but in the distant past, there were many people who were equivalent to them and tried to fight against gods.

Since it was such a time, there could have been someone who was close to the spirit kings.

An ancient elementalist would have been able to rule over all the elemental kings, and so on.

Since there were many people with equal skills, there were bound to be people who could understand each other.

“…If this ability becomes stronger later, will I be able to go to the past?”

This ability in my hands became stronger as time passed and the number of believers increased and the faith of those who followed me deepened.

The ability was becoming stronger without end.

Perhaps, after what they said, depending on the future of this ability, it will be possible to completely destroy even immortals.

And at that time, it was said that God had become an absolute being who could kill even gods and even eternal beings.

‘…Was this Damian’s goal?’

Becoming an absolute being yourself.

If you think about it that way, it makes perfect sense that Rebecca would want to stop all of this by causing devastating damage to humanity and absorbing their life force.

However, there is no way Lucia would allow this.

Isn’t it impossible that she, who balances the world as the creator, would allow this?

In the end, there was a high probability that this too was not the correct answer.

“You’ll find out later.”

I felt like if things just went on like this, I would find out naturally.

With that feeling, I carried on as usual, without any worries.

Go for a walk every day, water the plants, chat or ask the spirits, and attend a dinner party.

An appropriate daily routine is repeated, and you gradually become accustomed to it, until it feels like it is completely normal.

“Father! Orphus has appeared!”

“…Do you mean Orphes?”

I threw the book I was reading at the window and then went outside.

An old man in front of the Evil Spirit Church.

The old man smiled and said.

“I don’t know what’s going on up to this point.”

“Evil God, I never thought you would regain your glory. I don’t know what you can do in a weak place, in a world that seems inadequate to deal with what will happen again anyway.”

Orpheus.

An old man paving the road.

The first prophet to know about the future, and a survivor of the ancient human race that has existed for the longest time among humans.

“Even the ancient times, which boasted their mighty prestige, could not change or be defeated. Just wait. The perfect ancient times will come here again, and the whole story will begin again. The ending will always be the same.”

He was grumbling and saying strange things.

I tried to use my abilities to restrain him, but he seemed to have dealt with even that, as if saying he was the wisest human being was not an illusion.

How dare you ignore my abilities and get away with it?

It’s pretty vain.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about. However, if you think about the fact that he is planning the future and guiding us along that path…there’s something ominous about it.”

What he told me was the future.

A future that has already been confirmed could be explained that way, so to speak.

‘….Can God go against that future?’

I don’t know because I’ve never tried it before.

Why?

Deep in my heart, I felt something vibrating even louder, along with the futility that I would never be able to resist.

In other words… it was will.

The will to move forward, the will to protect my daily life now.

Did he say he would be defeated? Does this mean that our era will also end, just as ancient times did?

Then I just do my best to preserve this moment.

“Okay, do whatever you want.”

Wouldn’t that make it more enjoyable?

The clothes were stretched out.

Apparently, a terrible moment was about to come.