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There was a sinner wandering in Niflheim, a place that froze even the soul.

He was born with a limp.

So, I hated my inferiority complex and tried to relieve it by doing something else.

As a result, he was blinded by jealousy and ended up committing a sin.

He wanted to covet other people’s women, and in the process, he neglected to take care of his own family.

Even after death, he was ugly and jealous and obsessed until the end.

“’Ahhhh… ‘”

Of course, this is purely based on human standards.

By the standards of the gods, he had committed only one sin.

Became a window cleaner.

That is, because he committed the unforgivable sin of going against the providence of God, he was punished by being cast into Niflheim for eternity.

The reason he was able to go against the divine providence was because Kerga, the goddess of peace and guidance, died in the last war of the gods.

If I had accepted death on my own, I would never have become a ghost and would not have suffered endless punishment like I do now.

“’Eeee!!!’”

And the punishment of being forever wandering in Niflheim was to feel nothing but despair until the very end, until the remaining soul crumbled and disappeared.

In the despair that the sinner saw, the scene he had dreamed of so much was unfolding.

However, the one who achieved her dream was not herself, but the man she had been jealous of to the point of making her feel resentful.

“Xian, I love you.”

He was monopolizing the love of the woman the sinner had loved.

I could kiss the face of a woman with a fresh smile, eat a warm meal prepared by the woman for my love every day, and explore each other’s bodies over and over again every night.

“’Ahhh! Why! Whyeee!”’

That wasn’t the end.

The woman who was his wife also began to love the man.

He showed the man expressions he had never shown to himself, and said things to him he had never said to himself.

At first, she was blunt, as is typical of a wife, but gradually she gave her body and even her heart to the man, and eventually she truly loved him and tried to conceive his child.

At that fact, the sinner despaired and cursed his own elimination again and again.

Why can’t I be the author?

Why do I have to suffer like this!

Why is the world so unreasonable!

Curse, curse! Curse that man! Those four bitches who rejected me! This world!

The souls of sinners crumbled and crumbled again in the endless echoes of despair.

Two people came to see that sinner.

[ Hela, this is it. ]

[ It’s ugly, get it out of the way. ]

[ All right. ]

The guard of the underworld immediately executed the sinner at the words of the woman who was half a beautiful living being and half a dead corpse.

Of course he didn’t die.

In the first place, those who were dead could not die again, and would once again be punished by wandering around Niflheim.

Until his soul is completely rotten and decayed.

[ That’s right. That’s the soul that escaped from my grasp 20 years ago. ]

The woman’s true identity is Hela, the goddess of the underworld and punishment.

In other words, he was the master of Niflheim.

She focused on one man in the lineage she saw through the sinner.

A powerful and very stubborn soul, a black soul that maintained its soul until the very end in the vast sea of reincarnation.

I’m talking about those who are called reincarnated in the Holy Kingdom.

[ Hestia, I knew that that wicked bitch had collected many black souls for her grand plan, but that soul is the best. It’s dangerous, very dangerous. ]

The trials of God are like lightning falling from a calm sky.

It appears out of nowhere and passes by in an instant.

But it leaves a huge mark where it has passed.

That was called God’s trial, a disaster and grace that humans could not resist.

Of course, no one knows whether that would be a grace from a human perspective.

The trials of God are always described from God’s perspective, as the prophet Iyob had to live a miserable and desperate life because of the gods’ wager.

. . .

“Is it summer?”

As summer came, the heat began to set in, and everyone was struggling with the heat.

“It’s hot… so hot.”

Sister Vivian in particular had a very hard time.

It seems that the northern tribes are strong against the cold, but weak against the heat.

“Sister… I want ice water.”

“Huh… Lord, please open the cold room.”

“Just wait a minute.”

I think I’ll get used to it after experiencing some summers like Sylvia, but it looks like I’ll have to struggle with the heat for a while.

“Huh? Are you here, oppa?”

“Clea? Since when have you been in the ice storage?”

“After lunch, I stayed there!”

“…..”

Of course, even if you get used to summer, is it still hot?

Everyone is trying to rest inside the cool icehouse.

“Wow—I feel like I can finally live.”

“It wasn’t made like this.”

If you think about it, except for me, Elsia, and Elin, everyone in my family was born with northern tribesman blood, so they seemed very vulnerable to the heat.

“Should I make a fan?”

The air conditioner that God created required such advanced scientific technology that no one could dare to create it, no matter how well they knew about its structure.

So when I was thinking about making a simple fan, I suddenly remembered the Frost Blade I received from the Frost Claw tribe during my expedition.

“I think it’ll be okay if you use this well.”

“My lord, is there anything I can help you with?”

As I was dismantling the claws of the Frost Claws, Vivian, who was now somewhat familiar with the Imperial language, approached me and asked.

“Vivian, that’s good. Do you happen to know how the Frost Claw weapon works?”

“I know. The weapons of the Frost Claws and those of our Mosquito Tribe come from the same source.”

“Huh?”

A weapon that freezes the wounded area when attacked and a suicide weapon that can kill you when thrown are both derived from the same technology?

What on earth could possibly make such a difference?

“As you know, my lord, the principle of our tribe’s weapons is a curse.”

“Curse… Is that similar to a miracle?”

“You can think of them as almost the same. However, there are some differences.”

Vivian said as she took out her favorite axe.

“The curse can only be activated if you have a special engraving.”

“Are you talking about the patterned letters here?”

“That’s right.”

Maybe this is a unique skill of trolls.

According to Helen, the trolls of the mythical age developed their own technology and developed a civilization without the help of the gods, and so they became the target of the gods.

“Vivian, can I learn this skill too?”

If I learn it, I think I’ll be able to use it in various places.

Regrettably, Vivian shook her head and said,

“No. Only those born with special blood can use the curse engraving.”

“Really? That’s too bad. I wanted to use that technology to make something.”

“Don’t worry about that. Bessie and Becky here can use the curse engraving.”

“Oh?”

Becky and Bessie, who had been hearing their name being called, answered with start.

“Curse Engraving, you can do it!”

“I will suffer for my lord and brother.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Because the curse engraving technique uses blood as a medium

“Then it’s a bit awkward.”

I feel aversion to making it with the blood of children.

“It’s okay! My lord, I want to help you!”

“We get meat every day! We can’t do our jobs. So I want to help you now.”

I was puzzled as I watched the twin sisters send a message in their awkward Imperial language.

Why are you so observant?

I thought we would become closer as we spent more time together.

“Yes, you guys should help your lord even now.”

“……”

It seems that Vivian, the eldest sister, usually bullies her younger siblings.

“No. It hurts my heart that you guys are shedding blood because of my greed. So don’t worry about it, both of you.”

“My lord, brother… ”

“We also want to marry you, Lord. We want to eat meat for the rest of our lives.”

The younger twin sisters suddenly looked at their older sister Vivian and ran into my arms. It seems like they think my arms are the safest place for them to be away from their older sister.

And then, during this gap, he says what he usually keeps in mind.

“My sister is giving me the impression that she hasn’t been able to work lately. Clia is doing exceptionally well.”

“I want to eat a lot of meat. I can’t eat much because of my sister. I like meat too.”

“Haha, really? My brother will hunt hard. Vivian, don’t say anything to your sisters.”

“My lord, you are the best!”

“Okay.”

Vivian hesitated for a moment at my words, then whispered in her sisters’ ears.

“…See you in your room.”

“Huh?!”

I guess it was her badmouthing me that made her angry.

I asked Vivian again to change the subject.

“And Vivian, what I’m curious about is the duration of the curse. Once it’s activated, how long does it last?”

“That’s it? Maybe it is possible. The cursed weapon will last forever as long as the weapon is not damaged.”

“Forever?”

Is that too much of a scam?

It’s not for nothing that the gods keep trolls in check.

“I don’t know the exact reason, but I know that the curse is also based on divinity, so it doesn’t stop.”

“Hmm… ”

Vivian’s words made me hesitate for a moment.

So if I eat this, I can make that power mine?

‘But how do I eat it?’