228 – 45. Pseudo
One day.
On a normal day, finishing school and trying to clean up before his older brother comes home.
A voice was heard from the sky.
──If you become a hero, I will grant your wish.
Jisoo suddenly heard a voice from the ceiling.
“Is this the noise between floors?…Wait a minute.”
No one lives on the first floor?
──There are a lot of doubts. Then.
Light.
From the ceiling where the voice was heard, a being made of light appeared and came down.
I stretched out my hand to Jisoo, who was dumbfounded by that sight.
──Be my hero.
…… Called.
I whispered that.
That’s already………
It was more than 70 years ago.
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“…70 Years?”
Amman, it’s still 70 years old.
70 Years.
“…When I go out for a walk or when I come home late.”
Become a hero and solve the gate problem of this world.
At first, I couldn’t even kill a single monster, let alone the gate. It was difficult to even lift a piece of metal called a sword, and there were times when I cried in pain over a small wound.
Nevertheless, Namgoong Jisoo did not give up until the end.
Every time Jisoo collapsed like that, it was because of a photo that her ex-shin showed her teasingly.
“…This photo?”
I couldn’t just ignore it.
It is difficult to dismiss the presence of light that suddenly appeared from the ceiling as just a dream or CG…… Because the former god was really a god at that time.
The ominous future shown by that existence, and the voice of God whispering a way to change that future.
The index could not be ignored.
Even if it’s just one in a thousand or one in ten thousand.
Because my brother shouldn’t have died.
At best, these are rough and terrible days for a high school student to endure.
But luck or misfortune, Namgoong Jisoo was different from the average high school girl.
Because she had a solid reason and motivation to save her brother.
But.
Jisoo, who had a soft look and voice, suddenly raised his eyes and made a disgusted expression.
The emotion was not directed at her brother, but at something made of cracks.
A former god who had already subdued another Namgoong Min by laying him on the floor.
[There is a big leap in words. Why is this so? I certainly froze the entire future where your brother dies.]
In the photo Jisoo took out as evidence, Namgoong Min was still on the verge of getting into a car accident.
Jisoo told an even more terrible truth.
“……What?”
Buuk.
Jisoo roughly tore up the photo and destroyed the pieces by pulverizing them.
It was a clear expression of anger and hatred.
[Oops, usurper. Did I look like that?]
What happens next?
Now everyone knows.
[It’s still tearful family sorrow.]
[…] ……….]
“…Even now?”
So Jisoo thought of a different way.
If I can’t prevent my brother’s death in the other world.
Let’s bring it to another world instead.
“…Then, what am I over there? I’m definitely here.”
“……I see.”
So, the body in the other world is real?
I didn’t ask questions like “What is this body?” Because it was obvious anyway.
That wasn’t that important anyway.
“So.”
“How much is left?”
A word that omits the subject entirely and is difficult to understand.
But Jisoo smiled sadly.
＜…… 1 Hour.＞
“What?”
I was finally able to tell my brother everything.
I am satisfied with that.
“What…Are you planning to do?”
“……………….”
[hahahaha! It’s a nice thing to say, but you usurper.]
The former god, who had listened to the story in silence as if he was enjoying it, moved.
He leads a body made of cracks and smiles with a mouth made of cracks.
[This body is on the verge of disappearing, but it is so proud.]
[Well, it’s not wrong. In many ways…… I felt it.]
[Your strength has really weakened compared to a year ago. Otherwise──]
[──You would have figured out my intentions a long time ago.]
Wow!
Even its existence is unstable, and arms and fingers emerge from the crack-filled body that lets everything pass through.
To be exact, the cracks were gathered together like the mouth to give it an elaborate appearance.
It was the clearest of all the shapes so far.
I made a sound by snapping my two fingers.
As if it was a signal, the semi-basement began to tremble little by little.
Kukukukung!!!
“This…!?”
[Your words were truly threatening, usurper. Even with the little strength you have left, you could easily crush someone like me right now. Because the position of God is not for decoration.]
[But you gave me too much time. The emperor of the human world, the principal, and…… Time to contact the Pope.]
The semi-basement wall collapses. As if creating a development diagram of a cube, all the original doors and furniture are unfolded, turning into flat surfaces.
Beyond the semi-underground space that spread out like that.
…… There was a temple.
A majestic temple made up of marble pillars and floors, like something you would only see in mythology.
[Well, it’s not your fault. In the end, it was your brother’s fate. Even though he originally came to this world, he had to face death in various ways, but thanks to your intervention, you were somehow able to save him. Stop paying attention to your surroundings and focus only on your brother…… It was definitely a great choice and focus.]
It’s really unfortunate.
[No, no. There is no need to say this now.]
Kwadeuk, kwadeuk!!
“That…”
A black mass pulsating at the center of the temple.
It was clearly something the principal had created in a dream.
“Was it you who put the principal to sleep and stole that lump?”
[Oh, of course. That girl was definitely capable, but she was too arrogant. But please refrain from saying I stole it. This was something I was originally supposed to receive.]
“What……?”
[Look at my body. This immaterial body made of cracks. I definitely exist in this world, but I don’t exist at the same time. With a body like this…… Even if the usurper dies, it may be impossible for him to become a god again.]
“……….”
[Then of course we have to use our hands, right?]
It was simple to use my hands.
No matter how bad I was, I was able to approach the emperor, the principal, and the pope and whisper that voice.
Former Shin only moved to target Jisoo when she was concentrating on creating the Romance Academy.
[So what I needed was a body, consciousness, and sacrifice.]
“…Flesh?”
No way?
In an instant, everyone’s eyes shifted to the black mass. It has many mouths and hands, breathing disgustingly.
It is clearly a monster created by .
A body without any self-consciousness.
[The body from the principal, the consciousness from the emperor.]
Wow!
A purple circle is drawn below the lump.
The ugly ritual I saw in the dungeon of the princess’s palace.
It was the same light as back then.
[And, an offering from the Pope.]
Wow!
Like a mirror breaking, the space next to the lump is broken.
Like the entrance of a gate, wrinkled hands and faces slowly begin to appear beyond the swirling colors of all colors.
It was definitely the Pope.
“Hmm, is this a temple of God? It’s not as full of divine power as I thought.”
[The offering must come first?]
“hehehehe, don’t fuss. I will definitely keep my promise.”
Special skill :
In an instant, a round membrane is created that includes cracks and black lumps where the Pope appears.
Immediately after that, a card flew towards the black mass, but was blocked by And bounced off helplessly.
“Cluck, cluck!”
“Are you okay?”
“f*ck…It’s okay, it has to be okay…I haven’t even gotten one shot yet…!!”
Namgoong Min, another man who had been attacked and completely suppressed by a former god, somehow managed to get back on his feet.
Even though the body had long since reached its limit, its will was still clear.
“Ah, distinguished guest. Hello.”
“…His Holiness the Pope.”
“Don’t look at me that way. Don’t you know my true nature well?”
[I also used him to approach me.]
An extremely twisted utilitarian.
So the Pope took my side and did not recognize the former god, but at the same time, he now sided with the former god.
The only thing that matters to him is the happiness of more people.
“The promised sacrifice is for 1,000 people.”
[It’s enough for a start.]
“Thousand… People?”
“It’s the misfortune of a few.”
It was obvious where those thousand people came from.
That madman who truly believes that a thousand people are the misfortune of a few must have prepared it himself.
“With the death of a thousand people, this world regains its God.”
“Pope!!!!”
“It’s definitely a happiness for everyone that can’t be compared to things like money.”
Bodies are pouring down.
Through the crack that the Pope had crossed, all kinds of corpses appeared one by one.
Special skill :
All those corpses were lifted up with a very familiar force and stuffed into the black mass.
[Indeed…… It was long. No, can you say it was short?]
＜……… ….＞
[You are not intervening. Are you trying to save energy? Yeah, that’s not bad either. If you try and fail, all hope is lost.]
[Then see it on the spot, usurper.]
[I wonder how far a god whose position has been usurped can go…… !!]
The crack that formed the former god is broken.
As if its very existence was denied, the cracks that gave it some form were scattered everywhere like pieces.
“Kyaaa!!!!”
The purple circle pulsates, and the black mass that swallowed a thousand corpses screams.
The pieces paused in the air for a moment, then flew towards the black mass and got stuck.
“Kyaaa!!!!”
The lump is in pain and makes unpleasant noises.
Soon the sound quiets down, and even the body shrinks in size.
“Kyaaa…………Aha.]
Such a huge mass and a thousand corpses.
Compressed into just one person.
[This is what the body felt like, right?]
“……………….”
[Why do you do that? Does this look too familiar?]
That.
That’s what it looks like.
“Pseudo… Bastard?”
[I could have taken any shape, but I thought this would be best.]
The former god and pseudo moved as if he was warming up.
On that face.
With an ugly yet joyful smile.
[In that pseudo-guise, I will kill you.]
[Returning all the humiliation I felt from you in the proof room until now.]
[Don’t you think it’s the best revenge?]