129. Ancient Civilization (3)
The ‘real alien-like’ races I encountered for the first time gave off a really strong impression even on the outside.
Although these individuals were monsters whose strength was no less than that of high-ranking demons, I already knew that they had excellent insight into the world and ‘excellent skills in handling life’.
[As the ruler of the corps, he is a very interesting being.]
“Isn’t that interesting too?”
Likewise, they seemed to have realized early on that I had abilities similar to theirs.
From their golden eyes, I could see their deep curiosity toward me and the elderly manager standing next to me.
They are having fun with each other.
“Halfas. Take that filthy demon bastard to the Keraphim. It’s probably around here, so whether you eat it steamed or grilled, you can do it yourself.”
“Okay.”
“Oh right. Return your nuclear backpacks. I’m not giving you to set off fireworks in a place like this.”
“… … I know that too.”
After I gave the demon commander a little halfway between me and the aliens on a job, I wanted to find a place to talk a little more interestingly with these funny alien friends.
“Hey, do you guys want to come over to my house for a while?”
Dozens of curious golden glances fell on me, and I shrugged at them once.
“It’s too hot here. Let’s talk over a cold beer while looking at the beautiful blue sea.”
This jungle area we have now visited was not a very suitable environment for chatting on a table like anywhere else.
Because of the tremendous humidity and heat, it is practically a steam room, so if you take Horus’s specialty dark beer out of it, you wonder if the whole bottle will go mushy.
It’s really filthy hot and unpleasant.
“What do you think? A drink?”
No matter how much I look at them, I can’t see any body organs for eating on their faces, but since they are living creatures, there must be a way to eat them.
If you are friends with a body structure that can’t really eat food or drink, you can just set it up and enjoy it by yourself.
The aliens stared at each other for a moment, seeing a golden energy emanating from them, much as the Swarm’s governing entities use their Hive Consciousness or ESP abilities.
It seems that they also have their own unique communication method that other races cannot understand, just like the Legion’s Hive consciousness.
[I will accept the invitation.]
After a while, a representative of the aliens or a person of the highest rank accepted my invitation.
“Hey guys. But you know what?”
[What do you mean?]
Ah, these alien friends don’t notice.
Originally, when you are invited to someone else’s house, isn’t it polite to at least buy a drink or coffee and go?
“It’s not polite to come to my house empty-handed and without anything, so bring your own. Oh, of course, we’ll also pack good things for you, so look forward to it.”
I am a person who gives back as much as I receive unconditionally and receives as much as I return. Even if it’s an alien.
Anyway, after a while, the chef of Nemesis appeared in front of us holding a kitchen knife neatly in one hand at the house after returning home.
“… … What should I prepare?”
Right now, Kang Jin-hyeok was perplexed because he didn’t know what to serve to those aliens who couldn’t see a mouth at all.
“Jiwoo, what should I do?”
“yes. With that chicken breast steak I made the other day. It went pretty well with strong dark beer.”
“… … No, other than you, those guests?”
“I don’t know either.”
“… … .”
“I don’t even know what those friends live on.”
That race is said to be strangers to aliens, not to mention the old manager called the Apostle of God, the legendary dragon who has lived for billions of years, the previous demon king who was rich in miscellaneous knowledge, and even the apostle of the Pantheon who belonged to the temple of 10,000 units.
Of course, at this point, no one knows advanced information such as the eating habits of those mouthless aliens.
“Hey, what about your rice?”
[We have long since forgotten the act of eating. It is very inefficient and energy consuming… … .]
As expected, these friends were very sad because they had no mouths.
“What about taste? Can’t you taste it? Aren’t there gastronomic acts?”
[You can feel it with your skin.]
good night.
So let’s taste it with our skin.
“Hey, come make a menu with a lot of water.”
“Hmm, I think porridge made by finely grinding the lean meat of a well-boiled chicken and simmering it into a thick consistency would be good.”
“OK. Get ready.”
Before sharing some amusing stories with these friends, it was time to give the poor people who had forgotten what gastronomy was all about, a new world of exquisite cuisine created by skilled chefs.
“Let’s eat first, friends.”
* * *
“As expected, I am Kang Jin-hyeok, the chef of the corps.”
Before I knew it, the cooking of Legion Chef, who was perfectly specialized for me, did not disappoint at all, and thanks to that, I enjoyed the drowsiness while touching my swollen stomach.
However, the alien friends sitting in front of me couldn’t feel the happiness of being full after eating a full meal, and they didn’t know how to feel the taste and flavor of moist and warm food obtained by chewing food step by step.
So what happened?
The seat where the alien friends were sitting became a perfect mess because of the food spilled on the floor.
It must have been that I had eaten the chicken breast and drank beer so deliciously that even aliens with no mouths were salivating.
“Hey, alien friends whose faces were confiscated for some reason. How do you feel when you taste something called human food?”
[We abandoned our own taste and digestive organs. However, we also cooked food and brewed alcohol like this in the past a long time ago.]
“yes. therefore?”
[excellent. Although it may be less efficient, I thought I wanted to recreate the mouth, tongue, teeth, and digestive system.]
The cook of the Legion smiled at the aliens’ answer, even though the restaurant he managed was completely ruined from the tablecloths to the floor.
“Hey, is it that good?”
“Of course. I served food even to guests who had no mouth. It is something I will never forget in my life.”
“… … .”
… … How did this guy lose his spirit of trying to save the world by himself and become a restaurant owner like this?
When all wars are over and a time of peace comes, that friend will probably very proudly write on the signboard of his restaurant, “A restaurant that even mouthless aliens admired,” and play this scene endlessly.
“Now, since we ate, let’s ask each other questions. Ask me first.”
Long story short, let’s get down to the main topic.
“Who are you?”
When I finally got to the point, my alien friend, who was soaked in thick dark beer, looked at me with sparkling golden eyes.
[We are the ones who sow the seeds of life in this universe.]
“… … Well. I see.”
I was very curious about where the power creature I had previously found on the Legion’s motherland had come from, and who had succeeded in creating a creature that even the Legion’s pond couldn’t handle.
And the group of powerful creatures I found in a world full of jungles was a good clue to the fact that these were the beings I was curious about.
“But why are you guys doing that?”
In response to my question, my alien friend was full of sincerity and began passing information about their species into his head.
[We are the race chosen by the God of Life.]
“Well… … Well, there is plague, but there must be life. Church?”
[No church needed.]
[We have been given the mission to sow the seeds of life where we can reach, according to the will of the gods we serve, and we only faithfully carry out that mission. I have never received an oracle to create a church.]
When I first saw them, I thought they were just an alien species with powerful psychic powers and technical skills beyond that of the Corps in dealing with living things.
Honestly, I thought about what would happen if I fought with these guys, and the ability to capture and defeat the demonic princes was quite surprising, but I also thought that the Legion was never such a strong opponent to fight and feel threatened.
However, when I heard the story of these aliens, they were friends who did much more great things than I thought they might be an alien race that lives quietly with their powers hidden.
[We sow life, but we do not interfere with their evolution and selection. They do not interfere with their civilization either. However, the world where life has disappeared repeats the work of filling the void by sowing the seeds again according to God’s will.]
“Wow… … These guys were truly true apostles of God.”
They are the ones who sow the seeds of life throughout the universe.
“They were very helpful friends in this world, incomparable to the nobles who were busy fighting over the pantheon or what.”
These were really real apostles.
Besides, there was no mention of creating a religious order. This was quite a shocking story to me, who already knew to some extent how the temple was functioning.
Usually, high-ranking noblemen would spread their religious orders here and there like octopus feet in order to expand their power so as not to be pushed back by other noblemen.
However, not even doing that and just silently ordering the planting of the seeds of life.
“Um, but something is a little strange?”
However, everything was good, but something was wrong with their words.
[What’s strange?]
“You say you won’t interfere in evolution, elimination, and the clash of civilizations? But you fought a battle against my men and lizards, and even captured and handed over a demon pup? Isn’t this interference?”
[Ah, is that a question?]
In response to my question, my alien friend seemed to be slightly lacking in alcohol, so he picked up a bottle of dark beer and poured it over his head before continuing.
[There is only one interference allowed to us. Keeping the mission of the tree of life.]
“Well? tree of life?”
[The tree of God that grew from the seeds we planted and the tree that protects life. After life is born, it rots itself and becomes manure, and when all species fail to survive, the tree sacrificed as the source of new life is the tree of life.]
A strange word appeared.
However, the tree of life seemed to refer to the very large tree that the apostles called the ‘World Tree’.
[The ruler of the corps, your servant, the demon race, tried to harm the tree. And so did the other demonic races you were fighting, he had already taken some of the Tree of Life’s power and used it at will. This is a valid basis for our intervention.]
Also, talking to them was pretty fun.
The alien friend was very kind to my question and did not hide all the information, and thanks to that, most of my questions were answered.
“Well, then let’s ask one last question.”
To the representative of the alien race, I very carefully confided the curiosity that had been emerging from earlier.
“Why are you so kindly pointing this out to me?”
As they say, these were secret apostles of life who did not appear in the world except in special cases.
The fact that these races existed was unknown, so information about them was virtually only known to me.
then.
Why are these secretive alien friends so outspoken about their important information?
“What do you want from me?”
Originally, favor and kindness that did not expect anything in return in this world never existed, regardless of any race.
As soon as these friends saw me, they felt a strong interest, and they obviously want something, so they don’t hesitate to disclose information like this.
It’s like… … .
That’s just how it feels.
‘That feeling when the old manager tries to take over the tower… … .’
And my expectations were hit today too.
[The ruler of the corps, you, who have the same abilities as us, also have the qualifications to become an apostle of life. No, we have never encountered a being with abilities close to us as you, wandering around the universe.]
yes then it is
There is a reason why they kindly tell you everything they do without asking for anything.
[The ruler of the corps. Wouldn’t you like to grow life with us?]
However, looking at it, it seems that what these friends are doing is not as bad as I thought.
Once I do the same thing as these friends, I will be able to clean up my hands and spend my days doing worthwhile work without worrying about a war or something like this.
“Well… … .”
Even for me, who has gone through all sorts of hardships while leading the corps alone, has the time for conflict and choice finally come?
“I want to hear more about it… … .”
The problem arose just as I was about to ask my alien friend for more information.
“What the fuck.”
The intense pain and discomfort resonating in my head, and this filthy feeling of my legion alter egos forcibly cutting off the link and committing suicide, foreseeing a crisis.
It was the sound that my alter egos began to die one after another in the dimensional territories where the Legion’s hand extended.
“Hey guys. Let’s talk later.”
Apparently, the long-awaited nemesis finally made his appearance.