episode_0665

The first thing to note is that we cannot completely prevent the arrival of the age of myth.

The balance is rapidly collapsing because of those who praise me, but apart from this, the resurrection of the gods is a predestined harmony.

Since the Pope is determined to upset the balance, the gods will eventually come down to this earth.

So our goal is not to stop the Age of Myths, but to minimize the damage caused by the evil gods and overthrow the Pope during it.

When this was a game, you would gradually clear various quests, build up connections, and use that as a base to spread your influence in preparation for disaster, but now I am ignoring all prerequisites and only spreading my influence with my reputation.

In fact, it’s a much better situation than the game. Unlike the game where he was just a child prodigy at best, he has the title of an apostle of the Lord.

Even if you try to force it, everyone just lets it go, thinking there must be a reason.

It would be a perfect situation, except for the mental fatigue.

That mental fatigue is the problem, you know.

“The Lord’s Apostle enters!”

I felt my lips tighten as I heard the shout of the knight guarding the entrance.

Why don’t you say anything when other people go in, but then make a fuss when it’s your turn?

I suppressed the urge to kick my legs and entered the room. I checked on the apostles who were acting as commanders of various regions, as well as Caria and other envoys from surrounding countries.

The influence of the video was definitely great. Influential people in the palace came to see me in person.

It was strangely annoying that the way he looked at me was so sparkly, but I decided not to care.

Because that won’t last long.

Following Faby’s instructions, I took my seat at the head table and sat down on the chair without saying a word. The desk was uselessly high.

It’s annoying that even if I crane my neck, only my face can be seen.

Those who look at such days with pleasure are even more upset. I pout, get up from my seat, and make Faby sit in my seat.

And when I sat on it, my view was somewhat higher.

“Yes. Young-ae?”

“Why are you pretending not to like it? Isn’t that why you prepared this weird chair?”

“Yes?! Me. Me.”

“Ahhh. It’s noisy. Sit properly.”

I tapped Faby’s thigh to make her shut her mouth and raised my head with a hint of anticipation.

Now you know that everything in the video is a scam, right? Right?

…Oh my. Why are the eyes still the same?

No, rather, I feel pity and even sadness.

What the heck? If it were like before, wouldn’t it be strange if someone was screaming by now?

Is this the extent of the influence of video!? I blinked and sighed, leaning against the desk and resting my chin on it as I looked around at the people.

“Hello. Pedo bastards. You’re working hard to pretend to be normal.”

Still no response?

why?!

That wasn’t a promotional video for the Sujeonggu, but a hypnosis app?

Are you so addicted to being beaten by Messagaki that you can’t stand it, or is it some kind of curse you put on yourself?

I’m going crazy!

“I don’t want to waste my time on the likes of you, so let’s get straight to the point, ma’am.”

As Caria placed the crystal ball in the middle of the long table, a large map appeared with him as the starting point.

“The ones you should focus on first are the idiots living next to the large dungeon. That’s where the idiots will pop out one by one.”

The dark evil spirit, the most troublesome opponent, was eaten by Erginus a long time ago.

The Demon of Void won’t be able to do anything since he was hit so hard last time, and the Demon of Fire won’t have fully recovered from the wounds he received from hitting me, so dealing with these two shouldn’t be that difficult.

Now all that’s left is the Demon of Destruction, but this one is being manipulated by Rasha and there’s a way to deal with it, so it should be fine.

I was talking nonsense from the perspective of a senior citizen, ignoring many prerequisites, and I started to have doubts midway through.

Why isn’t anyone asking questions?

“That sloppy little shit who only knows how to burn…”

I will tell you the strategy of defeating the evil god who has never appeared since the age of mythology.

“This fucking place is where things are going to go wrong in the near future. This place has…”

Explaining what will happen in the future as if prophesying it,

“No need to be scared. What’s here is…”

Why are you convinced when I even explained to the people living in that area about the enemy lurking in places they had never heard of, and how to defeat it?

At the very least, it would be normal to say, “Does that make sense? Isn’t there a better way?” or “I’d like to hear at least a convincing explanation!”

Don’t be convinced!

Even when Caria interpreted the words that were completely incomprehensible due to the distortion of Messagaki’s skill, he nodded and kept his mouth shut.

What is it really? I wondered if I was hallucinating, so I checked here and there, but the only conclusion I came to was that all the scenes were real.

“You’ll be busy from now on.”

“Apostle of Magic. We have something to discuss…”

“Apostle of the mountains. Your opinion…”

As soon as I finished explaining, people gathered around and started sharing their opinions.

I was so shocked by the sight of these people seemingly erasing the word doubt from their minds that I seriously wished for the world to end.

“Your Apostle, I have something to ask you.”

What?! What!? Ask me anything! I’ll do my best to answer to the best of my knowledge.

Haaah. Thank goodness. The kids gathered here aren’t just idiots who only know how to rely on what girls say.

But the officials of the Magic Empire are smart…

“Can you show me the sun of divinity?”

Cancel. This kid was a fool too. A dirty, shameless, and stupid fool.

I did my best to curse him with my eyes, but the people of the empire were busy looking at me with eyes full of anticipation.

Others around me were no different.

I sighed as I watched the idiots giving thumbs up to the brave imperial man. I couldn’t even be bothered to get angry.

First of all, do you think they’ll get mad if you get angry at them?

If they were that kind of people, they would have yelled at me a long time ago.

I was too lazy to even get angry, so I made a small sun and exclamations came out from all over.

Let’s think positively. These idiots will do whatever I tell them to do and do their best.

“Excuse me for a moment!”

The priest, who had burst through the door, stared at the sun I had created, shook his head, and continued speaking.

“Movements in a large dungeon have been detected on the eastern side of Silverbrook. It’s similar to what happened in the Magic Empire last time!”

Are you already having trouble there?

I thought there were still a few days left, but it looks like my increased faith is having a big impact.

I frowned, thinking that I had to move quickly, but soon after, I felt the admiring gazes pouring down on me.

What. What is it? The devil’s subordinates are in action, so why are you guys amazed?

“As expected, you are Young-ae! What you said came true!”

It was only after hearing Faby’s lament that I understood the situation.

Oh, right. I told you a little while ago that something was going to happen there, so prepare yourself.

From their perspective, it must have seemed like a prophecy coming true.

…But don’t you think that the situation is flowing too tightly?

It seems normal to suspect that there might be some scheming going on here.

“Move right now!”

“I will accompany you!”

Yeah. Nothing. I don’t see even the slightest hint of hesitation.

Isn’t that closer to faith than trust?

It’s scary because I think if I ask you to lick my feet later, you’ll gladly do it.

*

In a room in the mansion, the Pope leaned back in a chair in the darkness, tapping the back of his hand as he reflected on recent events.

The evil spirit’s minions are falling apart one after another.

Although they are ambiguous enough to be called gods, they are still monsters that defeated countless blind men during the age of mythology and are strong enough to be the center of a large dungeon.

But they are dying without causing any significant damage.

The huge dungeons that were supposed to take months to conquer were completely figured out before they could even be entered, and those who should have been forgotten long after the Age of Myths ended were analyzed down to their last hidden moves and torn to shreds.

The Pope, who wondered if it was because heroes who lived in the mythical age were giving advice, soon shook his head.

I don’t intend to deny that heroes are blind people who perform miracles, but to be honest, they were stupid compared to their abilities.

There have been more than a few times when I watched them from afar and wondered why they made such mistakes.

Perhaps this incident was also planned by the Lord’s apostle.

There must be a reason why someone who has kept his identity a secret until now has made his fame known throughout the continent.

The Pope, looking at the two crystal balls on the table, smiled as he recalled the rumor that Erginus and the God of Magic had clashed on the outskirts of the Magic Empire.

Since their evaluations of each other’s skills were so equal, they decided to decide the winner by having them face each other directly.

No matter how proud you two are, there’s no way you’d do something so stupid.

Anyway, the current situation is not so good.

It is a joy that the Lord’s apostles are worshipped, but it is also difficult for us if all the evil spirits’ minions disappear.

Because if they disappear along with the other deities, it will be easier for me to carry out my plan.

It’s earlier than expected, but I guess we should start moving.

The Pope slowly gets up from his seat and stamps his foot, causing the floor to disappear and a staircase to appear.

Stored underneath were the corpses of several people.

Those who became prey to the hunting of the strong.

These are the people who once held the title of apostles of the evil god and did their best to display the glory of God.

And those personally chosen by the Pope.

The Pope, looking at the corpses of the blind men whose names would have been written down in the history of the continent, gave them the power of the evil spirit with an indifferent expression.

Their deaths marked the end.