Part 3 Episode 13: Painter.
Obscure stood still and looked at the man in front of him.
The Obscue’s mood was not so good as it felt like the strange and ominous twinkling red pupils were exposing its existence one by one.
“If you’re kidding, f*ck it.”
Obscure growled fiercely, greed igniting its entire body.
As greed spread and distorted the surrounding landscape, the painter, frowning slightly, swung his brush.
As the brush cut through the air, colorful paints cluttered the space.
The brush’s brush restored the space and created a beautiful landscape once again.
“I just drew it to the best of my ability… Won’t you ruin it?”
“……”
Obscure frowned again, and the area between his eyebrows formed a mountain range of anger.
“I repeat, I have no intention of fighting. Please sit down. Let’s talk.”
The painter swung his brush again.
Paint poured into the air and clumped together.
Brushes are used to draw pictures.
And a ‘painter’ is a being who brings his imagination into reality.
Paint falls on the floor.
They grabbed each other and rose up.
The beautiful table and teacup painted by the artist finally stood up from the floor.
“Hmm. I’d like to add more decorations… But I guess I’ll be satisfied with this.”
The painter looked at his work, the table, and pulled up one of his chairs.
Drurrr.
The chair desperately held on to the floor and made an unpleasant sound.
“Would you like to sit down?”
“……..”
After calming down the boiling speculation for a while, Obscure grasped the current situation.
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‘If I fight, I am confident that I will win. This side has secured five of the seven deadly sins. But…’
Obscure looked alternately at the artist’s red pupils and at the direction from which he had come.
‘…’Jealousy’ is a state of complete fusion with the artist. You may win, but the damage will be greater.’
In the end, Obscure finished thinking and quietly sat down opposite the painter.
“Are your worries over?”
“…Okay.”
“That’s good. Unlike other ignorant guys, I don’t really like fighting. If I had to be honest, I like conversation more. What do you think?”
“…The one that causes less damage to me.”
“Then it means you also prefer conversation.”
Once again, the artist’s brush was stirred in the air.
The Obscure’s arm instinctively tried to move as the brush was being stirred.
Soon, a car filled with hot steam appeared in front of him, and Obscure’s swinging arm stopped.
“I heard that people in this country especially like green tea.”
The painter, sipping tea, moved his hand as if to drink it.
“……”
Obscure quietly pushed the teacup aside and spoke to the painter.
“What is the purpose?”
“Ah. Are you going straight to the point? Oh no. I guess we need to do an icebreaker…”
“No. I don’t have much time left. Your appearance means that the ‘Beauty Queen’ has awakened.”
The artist who responded to the words ‘beauty queen’ raised her head.
“Do you know her?”
“… She is ‘She is she’. Have you never met a ‘beauty queen’?”
The painter smiled in response to Obscure’s question.
“No. I met her. She was such a beautiful woman that the world could not contain it.”
“……..”
The painter, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth again.
“This time I will ask you, what do you think ‘art’ is?”
“…What was the intention behind this question?”
“I don’t have any intention. You can answer at your convenience.”
After thinking for a moment, Obscure answered the question.
“It can be explained as a human activity that seeks to create and express ‘beauty’ by making full use of techniques using various materials and means.”
“…I was surprised to get a more detailed answer than I expected. That’s right. In the end, art is just a means to express true ‘beauty’. And we.”
The painter looked as if he was in a trance.
“I met her with a fragment of who she was. Her beauty, her very self. Her beauty is what she would be if we made her human with words. Oh, we. “I met her and discovered her true art.”
“…That’s art? No. That’s dirty destruction and massacre. What you’re doing is just a crime committed in the name of art.”
“Destruction is ultimately just a branch of art. Even more so if the purpose is to prepare the way for her to come.”
Obscure’s expression distorted grimly and he glared at the painter.
“Isn’t it strange? The beginning of art is destruction, death, and pain. In order to make music, you have to cut down trees, kill them, and carve up their corpses to make various musical instruments. A brush for painting. To make it, ancient people plucked the fur from living animals, collected the pain, and painted the animal’s screams onto canvas with the tree’s screams still attached.”
The painter continued his words with very clear and red pupils.
“Humans are strange. They act as if they don’t care and ignore the suffering of living creatures that are not of their own species. But no matter how much they deny it, art ultimately requires the life and suffering of living creatures. And we are the ultimate beauty. What’s so wrong about choosing a human material for this?”
“…You’re absolutely crazy. Even if you put it that way, you guys are just crazy people who despise life.”
“..Hmm. It’s a pity. People like you still don’t understand…But I guess all humans gradually get better if they take enough time. All I can give you is a few words of advice. Listen. Do you understand?”
I will not tolerate Obscure any longer.
Obscure grabbed the painter’s neck and lifted it up, spewing out a burning spirit from its entire body.
“That’s it. I was an asshole for trying to talk to you. There’s no benefit in talking to a madman.”
Obscue tried to unleash his greed.
“It looks like you’ve adapted to this world. That’s a good thing.”
The words that flowed from the painter’s mouth stopped his arm from swinging.
“…What?”
“Hmm? I thought so, but are you really his incarnation?”
Obscure momentarily did not understand the artist’s words.
“…How did you know that?”
“Ah. I guess it’s true. I’m glad. I achieved what I came here for.”
Obscure was so embarrassed that he let go of his grip on the painter’s neck.
The painter, free from Obscure’s hand, immediately fell to the floor and said:
“A lowly painter meets the embodiment of chaos.”
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I couldn’t understand the current situation and just looked down at the painter who was lying face down on the ground.
What kind of situation is this?
Incarnation?
Chaos?
Damn. Is this guy related to the church?
No. In the original work, there was no mention of the artist or the church.
“..Is it from the religious order?”
“No. This incident was entirely based on my personal desires.”
“…They called me the incarnation.”
“Yes.”
“What is that?”
“I’m sorry.”
“…What?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t answer you right now. I haven’t given you permission.”
Holy sh*t.
Is there a concept I don’t know? No way.
I desperately racked my brain and tried to find the words incarnate and chaos.
…Damn.
No matter how much I think about it, I have never seen it before.
It must be an incredibly important word if the artist even mentions it.
“I am deeply moved. I would like to tell you more, Avatar, but I cannot. But I can tell you these things.”
Hwagak raised his head and looked at me.
There was so much in the painter’s eyes.
A sense of relief.
I am thrilled.
Joy.
“Her. So, the ‘Beauty Queen’ wants to become the incarnation herself. The ‘apostles’ of the church, including me, will not harm the incarnation, but the ‘Beauty Queen’ will be different. But I Please remember that the ‘apostles’ of the church serve only the Avatar.”
“…Damn it. I mean, please explain what that means…!”
“You are not yet complete as an Avatar. But don’t worry. The ‘Black Merchant’ will make you perfect.”
I couldn’t help but be shocked.
“…How did you deal with the Black Merchant?”
“Don’t you know what caught my eye?”
The artist’s red pupils flashed ominously.
“But this eye must be returned to its original owner.”
The artist’s hand was raised towards his eyes.
“…! Wait, what are you doing…!”
Kwasik.
The artist’s hand lifted his eyelid and dug into the upper part of his eye.
“Ah…Ahhh…!”
A scream came out of the painter’s mouth, but it was not from pain.
Extremely great joy.
The painter held his eyeball as carefully but boldly as he handled his glass beads.
“aaa…!”
Red blood soaked the white snow and flowed down.
This… Crazy…
I took a step back without realizing it.
Ordinary people cannot gouge out their own eyes even because of pain.
No. It might be possible if you have a strong will, but you can’t dig it out that boldly.
This is not normal.
“aaa…!”
With the painter’s third scream of joy.
Pong.
Two eyeballs came out of eye sockets that were filled with blood.
Toduk.
I could also hear the sound of the two strings holding my eyeballs breaking.
The eyeball that was blocking the backflow of blood fell out.
The blood that had been filling up flowed out from the empty eye sockets all at once.
“I’ll give it back…!”
The painter rolled his eyes on the floor.
The eyes rolled around and landed on my frozen feet.
It just melted and was absorbed into me.
“..Tsk!”
I felt a small pain in both eyes.
“Ah…The goal has been achieved.”
The painter looked at me with his now empty eyes and said.
“..Damn it. I have no idea what the nonsense you’re talking about means.”
I finally came to my senses and lifted up the ‘wrath’ to completely suffocate the painter.
“Ah…Chaos is coming…!”
The painter’s expression looked happier than anyone else’s.
I wielded my ‘anger’ with all my might.
And that ‘anger’ was also mixed with embarrassment.
…Is there something I don’t know about?