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    I don’t know why the King bowed down all of a sudden, but luckily, he understood what I said and accepted it well.

    I’m scared when his illusions are shattered. How will he change?

    So, we have to somehow keep it this way.

    “I have blessed the descendants of Tisha who were here. There will be someone who will gain special abilities like Tisha, so keep an eye out.”

    This is unnecessary talk for those with power to do whatever they want and end up killing people. Because if you know you have special power, you try to control it, right?

    When you manage it, there’s less confusion.

    Then, the warmth I get will also decrease.

    But in this situation, it’s necessary to look not just ahead, but a little further into the future.

    If you receive a blessing, you will benefit.

    If a blessed person does something strange, it’s not my fault, it’s all your fault.

    Actually, that’s true, but people never miss an opportunity to blame others, right?

    We need to block it in advance.

    Besides, there are almost no royals who have been here until now who know about the Future Hope Church. Even if they do learn about it, it’s all about how the heretics attacked the capital, Tisha showed up, took it back, defeated the remaining heretics, and became king.

    Of course, there is a passage there that says he was blessed by the Holy Spirit and performed miracles.

    I’m so glad I can actually remember.

    That means no one knows much about me.

    The only one who knows the details is the King. But since he bowed his head, the rest of us are likely to be okay.

    The warmth of Tishha that I just got is actually less than when I first saw Tishha. The time when I felt the most warmth was when I became king.

    At that time, the light was full of warmth. It was shining like a forest fire, and the last moment was like a candle.

    Well, it seems like a loss, but it’s not a loss.

    How many people died at the hands of Tisha?

    A boy who tried to judge right from wrong walked his own path without aging throughout his life. The warmth he brought from the lives he cut off along that path is incomparably greater than the warmth of that most shining moment.

    yes.

    People, regardless of good or evil, give warmth when they gain power.

    The investment was successful.

    In that case, it would be better for more people to be blessed. If they are unnecessarily branded with the power of an evil god, there may be a lot of bloodshed in the short term as they kill each other, but the people who are blessed will die.

    Moreover, it has the characteristic of having a purple head, so it is easy to find and kill.

    How can you be so sure?

    At least, from what I know, racial conflict has never been resolved.

    The hostility towards creatures different from us is more cruel and persistent than you can imagine, isn’t it?

    Wide thought of himself as a new human being. Of course, he didn’t say he was a new human being directly, but if you think about how he bragged about being a special person who was blessed, the essence is the same, just with a different way of expressing it.

    Racial discrimination eventually turns into ethnic cleansing.

    Those who have received my blessings should not become objects of cleaning.

    While he was thinking like that, the king raised his head.

    “What should I call you?”

    What’s your name? Rebecca.

    No, that’s not it. Even though she’s in her current form, she died once and came back to life and went on to live her own life.

    So, let me tell you the truth.

    “There is no name to speak. I sink beneath the cold water and look up at the night sky far away. And while I wait for the countless lights in the sky to come to me.”

    The King looked at me with a look of realization at my words. I left out any explanation of seeking warmth in the light or anything like that, so what was he thinking?

    A gray-haired man whispers.

    God of the underworld.

    Phew.

    I don’t want that to happen.

    The light that I guess is the soul, if it takes away the warmth inside, then I don’t know what will happen…

    It’s just a guess, but I know what will happen.

    I’ve never been in a warm room before so I don’t know what happens, but I’ve probably seen what happens to people who fall under the water.

    Something that was there when I went down to the floor after a long time.

    If you think about how a person who was only warmed while alive turned into a warmth-seeking monster, you can guess what happened.

    But I don’t think that’s the cause.

    I still remember it deep in my bones.

    One day, I woke up and found myself in endless cold darkness.

    Been there for a very, very, very long time.

    It was only after a long time, long enough for me to start feeling strange, that the sky and the sea finally separated. The day the first light appeared.

    I still remember that time.

    There really was only one light in the sky.

    And then gradually the light increased.

    I am not a mutated light.

    There must have been someone who threw me into the cold sea.

    Yes, someone.

    And who else could possibly be called God?

    Kehehe

    Anyway, the reason I hate God is this.

    A witch who breaks a window and invades the royal family’s private space is really dangerous. No, of course, after I write the book, I can do whatever I want, but not now.

    if.

    If the people in front of me think of me as the god of death.

    You can make up a reason why Hyungkeshni came running here.

    To do that, you need to be confident. If you blindly buy it and a configuration error occurs, you will think, “You fooled me!” and stab me again.

    I don’t like that.

    If you listen to the whispers among the soldiers around you, you can hear that something great is going on between a god and a king.

    And there are also voices questioning whether it is really God.

    There are smart people.

    hmm.

    Then you have to show me some easy-to-understand evidence. Something that can make me look like a god.

    You come back to life after your head is blown off?

    That’s your true colors, you monster! It’s a pleasure to hear that sound.

    The abilities I have are the ability to regenerate, the ability to create objects, and the ability to bless.

    The most plausible one is the ability to bless. And it is the ability I have been talking about consistently.

    I need an older man.

    I pointed to one of the knights in front of me.

    “I bless those who are lacking.”

    The knight looked at me with an expression as if to ask what I was talking about all of a sudden, and the king looked as if he had noticed something. Then he asked me in a trembling voice.

    “Does it get better if you receive a blessing?”

    Huh? A trembling voice? Was there a part that was so touching just now?

    “Return to your prime body.”

    In fact, all blessed people have done so so far.

    Then the knight looked at the king, took an attentive posture, and opened his mouth.

    ◦Can I do %◦?”

    “.”

    The knight approached me and took off his heavy armored helmet. He put it on his side and walked forward. He was a typical old man with hair left on both sides.

    As a knight, you have to wear a helmet for a long time, so your hair will die quickly. If you get younger, everything will be solved.

    “May you be blessed.”

    Hehehe.

    Yes, it is. Because we are blinded by the immediate benefits, we become dull in judging what is happening here and now. When there are many surreal stories, we get confused about whether this is reality or not, right?

    I’ll make it more confusing.

    I said the same thing I always say.

    “I’ll give myself to you, but later, when you’ve finished everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”

    He nodded.

    I reached out and touched his light. And he pushed me in. The light turned black, and the skin on his face started to crack like porcelain.

    And then, like pottery, the old skin fell off and a man with pure white skin and purple hair emerged from inside.

    great.

    Rejuvenation is an easy miracle to understand.

    Then he awkwardly put his hand on his head.

    thud!

    The helmet he was wearing at his side fell off. But he didn’t care and just played with his newly grown hair.

    And then he immediately bowed his head.

    “Oh my God, I now realize that you are here.”

    No, wait a minute.

    Are you saying this because you have grown hair instead of bowing your head because you have rejuvenated yourself? If a person in a country where Christianity is the state religion suddenly changes his god, then I become a bad god!

    What if we execute this person for being addicted to cult activities?

    I looked up at the king urgently, and for some reason the king looked at the man with a vague expression. Then he looked at me and lowered his head again.

    “Thank you for your blessings. But I don’t know what to call you. What should we call you?”

    The focus is slightly off, but I am still caught up in the incredible miracle. If so, now is the time. The perfect opportunity to somehow tie up Hyukkeshni.

    I pointed to the scarecrow.

    The audience, who were sitting on the floor watching this ridiculous play, are shocked when they are pointed out.

    “Someone who has lived for hundreds of years has given me the title of a foreigner. So please call me that.”

    She gave me this title. It leaves room for me to pass the buck.

    And also, it makes me suspect that she might hate me. She might actually hate me, but this makes it official.

    It means that I can think about whether what she says in the future will be distorted to me with bad intentions.

    “The Witch of Joy, Hunkeshni.”

    Since you probably won’t know just by name, I’ll start with a fairly famous one.

    Why is the Witch of Ecstasy famous?

    This guy. He’s known to show up occasionally, curse the village, pillage it, and then run away.

    Most people among the royal family who have been in the military for a long time know.

    “I forgive you.”

    Yes. I threw the indulgence into the witch’s face.

    With this, the witch who came to attack me, Hukkesuni, was defeated. And what happened between us ended with me forgiving her.

    If you have any common sense, it’s unlikely that you’ll say anything about something that’s already over.

    As long as you think of me as a god, the chances of Hyungkeshni surviving right now have increased.

    Oh, you annoying witch.

    “There’s no way I’ll take any warmth from you.”

    This may sound like a strange thing to those who don’t know, but Hyungkeshni knows that this is a call to keep the contract.

    Hehehe.

    Now that the big thing is over, I will conclude this by looking at the King and saying this.

    “Then, I will wait until the Holy Spirit Church responds.”

    Going back to the beginning, I brought up the matter related to Tisha, who I had signed a contract with first.

    I’m going to mislead you into thinking that my goal was only that from the beginning.

    Consistency adds to the persuasiveness, doesn’t it?

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