<851 – The Wronged Child (6)>
Rocket Delivery of Resentment!
The face of the Head Sister turned a sickly pale at the blasphemy directed towards the god flying in with same-day delivery.
She could have given up, but instead, she held on tightly without losing her mind, radiating an ominous energy to the max.
Before the signal of her kidnapping reached the god, she was planning to send a message with a prayer technique.
The Head Sister was slow to give up.
[My Lord, the message I just sent was not sent by me!]
[Delete it instantly upon receipt and do not open it!]
The energy that had just ascended to the sky.
If interpreted, it would roughly feel like this?
Unaware that it was already too late, the image of desperately clinging was somewhat stimulating to the human sadism in one’s heart.
It was something like the feelings of a veteran player looking at a newbie.
I want to play with this toy.
Really vigorously!
This sadism had been held back for a long time in my daily life.
After all, they looked easily breakable or damageable.
Recently, I had even been bullied by professors stronger than me.
The unfulfilled longing built up like a volcano.
What kind of reaction would come if I pulled this trick in front of such a desperate Head Sister?
[Well done.]
So, I did it.
In the gap where the connection between heaven and earth was not established.
Breaking the speed of time.
Disrupting the space connection with other students.
Just the two of us.
In the isolated time-space of me and the Head Sister.
I drastically, violently, and to a level unimaginable to humans raised the density of sacred magic, crashing down vertically from that high sky to the ground.
As if the will of the god had descended to this place.
[How dare you filthy my eyes and ears!]
The voice of the god from my memory.
The atmosphere of the god.
As all of it filled with rage, I transformed the [Imitation] into [Acting], and with the sound that the higher functions had opened, the expressiveness grew stronger.
Now this place became a horrifying execution ground.
Like a mother who arrived at a PC Bang looking for her child who skipped classes.
Like a mother who lied about buying textbooks and tore open a delivery package for a game console that arrived home first.
As the terrifying rage of a mother about to deliver a back smack was poured into the scene, the Head Sister became nothing but a sinner who could not even lift her head.
[Did the god feel that comfortable? Did you think you could filthy your eyes and ears without a care?]
[T-That’s not it…]
[From which safety do you dare to send those filthy words again!]
Thud.
One sensation like the Bone of the Soul echoed painfully as I raised the output.
The Head Sister, deceived by the scale of power unimaginable to humans, felt extreme terror and did not know what to do.
Where does the strength of the Priest build come from?
From the god she serves.
That god descended, enraged before her.
No matter how much power is built up, what meaning would it have?
It merely becomes a powerless, pitiful lamb.
This was one of the reasons for not choosing the Apostle build and walking the path of the Magic Swordsman.
“The ignorant prayer was the result of falling for the enemy’s trick, so it was never my intent.”
[No ignorance can be reversed by mere words. Only actions can prove that true intent.]
“Then let my past actions reflect upon me as a mirror for you. Surely my past did not disappoint you!”
The Doll Play Event had frequently cleared at high rates since becoming a veteran, so I knew.
The god that Head Sister Disastair serves may change every time, but the devotion offered to that god is not a lie.
Here, I have to calm my anger once to lead the opponent to deception, ensuring that they won’t feel unnecessary resentment.
[That is why you are still breathing.]
“I appreciate your consideration.”
[I will give you the opportunity to prove your unwavering faith.]
“I will gratefully accept any trial and respond to it!”
[Engage in a duel with the new Head Sister candidate before you.]
“?!”
[The greatest love makes the enemy’s eyes and ears distant; only the one who realizes this first can prove their faith.]
With that, the Head Sister with a mind full of determination quickly launched a surprise attack at me.
“My god has forgiven my sins, so I am perfectly fine. You, who dares to use me to insult Him, will find your eyes and ears blinded!”
To shake my heart with her words and insert sacred power into the gaps of my mental strength to manifest the effect of the power related to love, it was a bold maneuver.
Of course, there was no way I would be caught in a duel that I orchestrated.
My heart was as solid as an Iron Fortress, and not even a slight wobble occurred.
On the contrary, I didn’t say much.
“Did you really think that He forgave you?”
At that very moment, I unleashed Dark Mana, cloaking the Head Sister’s eyes and ears.
Instantly, her senses of sight and hearing were shut, and thus the Head Sister had no choice but to think this.
That I lost in the duel.
To this newbie.
It couldn’t make sense that I lost due to skill.
It must be that god.
His heart had left me, and He bestowed power onto the next Head Sister.
My defeat was already predetermined!
As this deep-rooted despair weighed her down and the power of faith diminished, the influence of Dark Mana grew stronger and older, quickly eroding the sacred power leaking from her body.
Before the Head Sister could even properly showcase her unique, powerful sacred power, her body was taken by Dark Mana, just like how she once violated another’s body with her words.
Completely affected by Dark Mana, she could now no longer escape my commands.
Blindness of love speaks.
It could reproduce the denoted force of coercive dominance in another form.
[Racial Value Modification]
[Structural Design]
With the added skill of racial transformation, I transformed the Head Sister’s body into one like the monsters of the convent, causing her sacred power organ to plummet to a dark organ, leaving only a pitiful, miserable monster.
Thus, I released the barrier of time and returned to everyone’s perceptual velocity; ta-da.
“Hah, she instantly turned into a monster!!”
“Oh my god. The god punished the Head Sister!”
“It’s divine punishment!”
Everyone was completely deceived as the result unfolded, as if the truly angry god punished the Head Sister.
Once her faith scattered, Disastair, reduced to a grotesque monster, despaired about her situation, but the Head Sister’s misfortunes were not over yet.
A moment ago, the prayer technique launched to the sky hadn’t vanished.
It had merely delayed its arrival by a bit.
Just now, the prayers that reached the true divine realm conveyed to the God of Love.
!!!!!
It converged.
From the East came all the Nature Mana, known as the Celestial Spirit, raised in density not by my acting, but through the true divine intervention.
Her eyes were blinded.
Her ears were deafened.
Even the sensations in her skin faded away.
She was not even allowed to perceive the moment of divine meeting.
In the midst of that ruthless act of divine power, I became curious.
When a god comes down to discipline the audacious Head Sister who committed divine blasphemy, what do they think when she has already received her punishment?
*
The God of Love Atalaxia descended upon the ground.
The power of altering all common sense, denying and changing it, deprived the senses of all humans present while allowing only her to gracefully roam the Middle Realm.
[Dimensional Paralysis]
[Temporary Nullification]
The shocking total amount of function imposed on the world, and even the dimensional resistance felt no burden; right now, it wasn’t operational.
Only her time.
Atalaxia’s solitary silent zone, where her noble gaze looked down upon the Head Sister.
“I thought it impossible, but truly, you did harbor some resentment.”
Having descended to the ground, she could see the phenomenon of the monstrous transformation she did not know and the distorted reality of the convent.
Behind that lay the power of the nameless old gods.
This was clearly a conspiracy.
The act of mixing the powers of gods with the unnamed gods, breaching the domain of God and the scope of divine power.
A long-term effort to draw down the power of the gods to the unknown areas, where they cannot be comprehended.
The divine wisdom easily pierced through the end of that century-long scheme.
Forcing Apostle designation.
Atalaxia, yet not belonging to Atalaxia’s sphere.
Unbeknownst to herself, Disastair became a co-owner of the [Overlapping Domain], favored by the old gods.
Her status was elevated to that of an Apostle, allowing the entire church of love to recreate what transpired in Atalaxia’s convent.
What awaited at the end of the slaughter was not only the loss of the humble god’s status and the domain of love, but also the name lost, consumed by mere power.
The loss of divine class.
“Bold indeed. To dare to stage a rebellion—reversing the hierarchy of gods with the help of old gods by a mere human.”
What was even more astounding was that behind Disastair stood an existence that managed her connection to the old gods and spared no secret support.
That existence had too many old gods backing her up, almost too ridiculous, helping Disastair.
The losers of the last age.
Not even making it to the Lower Tier of the 24 Divine Classes, having lost their very names; the Temple of Demigods, though it maintained its form, it should have long ceased to exist.
Only one.
Relatively, relying solely on the madness of a human.
[Man’s Representative]
Atalaxia noticed the intuition that pierced through the disjointed entity of Disastair, maintaining only the archetype of a human.
“Your shame has already been exposed. Don’t think you can hide.”
At a glance.
Just one glance was enough for the old gods enveloping the Man’s Representative to burst forth one after another.
Cognitive paralysis.
Those resembling phantoms, who lived relying on the last imprints to survive, began to vanish, starting with the lower-ranked gods, fading from the memories of the Man’s Representative, meeting true extinction.
If possible, at this momentum, the fate of exterminating every last old god that clung to the Man’s Representative’s existence unfolded without end!
“…!”
With that, the Man’s Representative recognized the phenomenon where his vision blurred and the voices of the troublesome old gods faded away from his ears.
Thanks to this, the restored pure will of the Man’s Representative began to reflect his own entire will on Atalaxia, relieved from the constant struggle to keep from forgetting his goal.
[In the Temple of Demigods, there was the god of prophecy. I bring down a prophecy, just for you.]
[…!]
[The flower that blooms only in the moment of apocalypse has bloomed all its leaves, hence it can no longer bloom again.]
As Atalaxia’s gaze fixed on the blurry OakNodi standing there, the terminals connected to Disastair, linked to the Man’s Representative, was destroyed.
The power of Demigods killed the Head Sister, who had turned into a hideous beast at a distance.
In the moment of shock from the prophecy, while Atalaxia hesitated, she got rid of the connection path that could harm her, cutting off the old gods from extinction and her own damage.
The missed misfortune right in front of her.
Even in the presence of a dark shadow, Atalaxia’s heart already had no intention to catch the Man’s Representative.
[Is the conclusion with him, the joy of reunion, our own paradise. Is it no longer coming…?]
The god is sublime.
A lost god cannot ascend to the heavens.
Though the old gods could not descend, they had not lost their loftiness.
The prophecy is not a lie.
It is a future that will surely be realized someday.
That is why it was all the more a painful prophecy.
“”
Voices that do not turn into sound, being alone in the domain of sensory deprivation, a foolish child struggling to mumble.
A child who could not lose such innocence even after repeating lives several times.
As she faced that child so closely, the hand she had unconsciously stretched out paused.
Zzzt!
The paralyzed dimensional power began to tremble sharply.
The time for descent has come.
Atalaxia stood at a crossroads.
Would she fall and remain?
Or ascend and reign?
Chirp!
“Wow! Vision restored!”
Startled birds chirped as they fluttered up, savoring the restored senses as OakNodi played joyfully in the puddle of Disastair’s blood.
Seeing the scene, Sing and Snowville, astonished, pulled her out of the pool of blood, and by that time, Atalaxia had already ceased to exist.
[Contract Mark]
Only Instructor Olosst remained, bewildered while stroking the ominous mark engraved on his palm.
