There are two races that divide this world.
The Celestial Race that wields holiness and the Demon Race that wields magic.
Among them, a child born with holiness appeared one day.
The Celestial Race is not numerous but not few either.
So, it is an occasion worthy of celebration for the entire group, yet upon seeing the child, they were filled with disdain.
“Why does this child not have wings?”
“No wings? Even beings of malice have wings.”
“It’s a shame for the Celestial Race! This cannot exist!”
“Shame? Is that really what it is?”
Unlike the Demon Race that uses its kin as experimental materials, the Celestial Race cares for its own kind.
If a kin is attacked, the elders of the group take action directly.
If a member of a family is attacked, the higher-ups of the family find and erase the attacker.
But this is only the case when it is about ‘kinsfolk.’
“……”
This does not apply to the ‘defective product’ born without wings.
It could simply be a mutation or a disability, but isn’t that what makes the Celestial Race, the Celestial Race?
“Born with perfect and pure power, there’s no way it could possibly be like those bugs.”
While there may be differences in power and authority among individuals, there cannot be ‘defects.’
If there is a cause for such a defect…
“Could it be like that person—”
“Villans! Don’t you dare mention that name!”
“…I made a mistake.”
“That person is no longer a ‘locus.’ The one who committed absurd acts and left the Heavenly Realm doesn’t deserve the great throne.”
“That’s right. And there are substitutes, right?”
During a time when wars intensified, eight thrones became vacant.
Originally, those at the very top of the Heavenly Realm would occupy those seats, but recently, many vacancies have arisen.
Filling them one by one is far from sufficient.
“…I don’t like that guy. How could a rookie like him rise to the position of ‘locus’?”
“Such things are up to the great ones to decide. We just have to watch.”
The conversation among the elders of the family continues.
The young child had barely been born for three days.
Although the child could not speak, they heard everything while laid upon the table.
Some content was hard to comprehend, but the flow of the conversation was clear.
“They are deciding on what to do with me.”
The Celestial Race possesses exceptional intelligence from birth.
And this fact was well-known among the elders of the family.
“…then what should we do?”
“We will finish this before the head of the family returns.”
“Who is the child’s mother?”
“It’s Rance.”
“And who is that?”
“One of those from the fallen branch. She suffered from a demon race’s attack but managed to survive and is protected here.”
“Hmm… it wouldn’t be a problem to dispose of her.”
“When did you start caring about such things?”
“Then it’s decided.”
Thus, the child was disposed of.
…
“Cough!”
…It almost happened.
For some unknown reason, the child survived.
The surviving child was sent to the human realm and when they opened their eyes, everything was in ashes.
Time… has passed quite a bit.
The celestial race grows rapidly, but even considering that, the child already resembles an adult.
They had some weak power and possessed the unique holiness of the celestial race.
Except for one thing.
“…It’s gone.”
The wings are still absent.
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This world starts with war and ends with war.
A small continent is utterly destroyed due to the aftermath of the war between the celestial and demon races.
The demon race continues their experiments, scattering a poisonous miasma that gives chills just by looking at it.
Nothing remains.
They flee to survive.
They cannot even call their kin.
“Shame. Abandoned Being. Disposal target.”
Calling for their kin would mean suicide.
Why did the great god fall to be a mere bug?
Or, was the great god truly great to begin with?
They look back.
Wings.
“If only I had wings.”
They wouldn’t have fallen to such a lowly state.
Born as a great being, destined to live greatly.
They should have soared from those lofty heights, not remain as a miserable bug!
“……”
Thus, they continued their self-denial and reached another pile of ashes.
This place too had been attacked by someone.
The home of bugs shattered by a great being.
Instinctively, they enter.
There might be something.
As an abandoned celestial being, there is only one thing they can do.
“Gather various powers.”
To survive, it is something that must be done, and it is necessary to obtain power to soar back to those lofty heights.
Though the power of bugs is insignificant, there may be a fragment of a great being.
They dig through the debris, going deeper inside.
And finally, they discovered that fragment.
“…This is.”
The corpse of a heavily wounded giant.
It’s not a celestial.
Nor is it a demon.
Yet, somehow, an inexplicable sense of awe washes over them.
They feel a power from another dimension, different from their own pathetic state.
“Just like those guys.”
Compared to the elders of their abandoned family, their rank may be lower, but they feel a powerful strength.
Greed.
The child laid hands on the corpse.
─…It’s maddening.
They have obtained a great body.
■
[Shiver]
[Oh]
[Looks like that’s the Forgotten Emperor]
[Is the old man finally moving?]
[Is it moving?]
[Are we attacking right away?]
[Looks kinda like an angel.]
[Isn’t it related to Lily’s job?]
[An angel?]
[Is the scorpion still not here?]
I entered the second time frame and observed all of this.
The timing was quicker than I expected.
“A maximum of 6 to 7 years.”
The demon’s villa built on the desert was long destroyed, and the Pharaoh’s heritage was hidden in Serrek’s secret space.
The Pharaoh’s body, heavily damaged by the demons.
The teleportation magic was still intact, so I moved immediately and waited briefly until someone arrived.
With blue hair and blue eyes, symbolizing the celestial race.
I almost made a move in an instant but held back for now.
“Lower level. Can’t unleash any powers, and looks like it’s been abandoned.”
It lacks the most important wings for celestial beings.
Celestials care for their kin, but not for mutants.
The holy power wipes out everything except itself, so cases of mutants being born are rare, but there are unique cases of distortion.
“Magic.”
The only power that opposes the holy one, capable of purifying everything.
Magic destroys and distorts the physical body and soul of celestials, and the influence usually extends to future life forms.
Of course, if they fall to magic in the first place, they are mostly purified, so the numbers aren’t high.
By the way, purification here is more akin to obliteration than healing.
“Shall I just watch for now?”
In the past, I might have torn it apart.
I might have smashed it with a hammer or pierced its soul with a spear.
But I absolutely need to acquire the Pharaoh’s body.
Above all…
“…Right. There’s nothing extraordinary at the moment.”
For now, it’s just an abandoned being with no sins.
It deserves at least one stay of execution.
“It’s going according to plan.”
The celestial, the Forgotten Emperor has fully taken over the body.
Of course, Kaums resides within it as well.
Originally, Kaums couldn’t dwell in a body with a soul, but that’s just Kaums’ limitation.
Celestials and demons possess superior abilities and understanding regarding souls.
Unless they’re of the same celestial or demon race, even a mutant should find it easy to inhabit a half-corpse.
The reason the two races don’t switch bodies is simply that their own bodies are exceptional.
No one would aspire to enter the body of an ant.
“Except for outliers.”
[Current interference power – 78.4%]
“Ha ha ha… Great knowledge is flowing in!”
The Forgotten Emperor truly marvels at the Pharaoh’s body.
His distinctive solar eyes sparkle with holiness as golden wings unfold behind the Emperor.
“Ah… Wings! It’s wings!”
Wings he could never possess his entire life.
Wings that were the reason he had to be abandoned as a mutant.
I finally got my hands on what I’ve been dreaming of.
[LOL]
[So happy!]
[If that gets taken away, I’ll be crying like crazy]
[Cheonbung…]
[The future looks bright~]
[Hahaha]
[Let’s cut right to it~]
“……”
Adjusting way too quickly.
Not only am I using the Pharaoh’s power and holiness together, but I’ve also created wings of light in an instant, something I’ve never had in my life.
If I can use and synchronize these two powers at the same time…
‘Scales.’
Perfect balance, Statera of the scales.
She’s assumed to be one of the Eight Seats, a being that is both the strongest and the worst of the two races, with numerous distant families.
Even though she’s neither a direct descendant nor comparable, sometimes someone with a faint bloodline comes along, blessed with natural talent.
That celestial being is probably one of those types.
‘As long as the body is preserved.’
There seem to be quite a few wounds, but compared to what I saw in the ruins, it’s hardly anything.
The Pharaoh’s body I saw in the ruins was in a state that would be a significant “nerf” by Deoen standards.
It seems that during this period, the celestial race experienced a crisis and lost a lot of power and bodies back then.
That crisis, of course, is the appearance of Scorpio seen in the mural.
[What about the Scorpion?]
[Aren’t we concerned about Scorpio too?]
[One more boss left!]
“Scorpio should be dealt with too.”
Scorpio gained the power of the ruler of the desert by devouring the ‘Great Sun.’
The power of the Pharaoh and the body of the Pharaoh.
I don’t know how the Pharaoh left a heritage, but the two were separated, one going to the celestial race and the other to the Scorpion.
I have no idea where the power is, and I don’t really need it.
But if I leave it like this, the events of the mural are bound to happen.
[Current interference level – 78.1%]
“Hmm…? You seem to be having fun.”
I released my interference and revealed myself.
The celestial race, the Forgotten Emperor, flaps his wings joyfully, only to suddenly narrow his eyes and take a defensive stance.
The Forgotten Emperor, filled with malice, glares at me as if to spit out evil.
“…Celestial?! Did you come all this way to kill me?!”
“…What should I even call this?”
What’s the deal with all this?
I was just thinking of tampering a bit and setting up some safety measures, but now I’ve changed my mind.
Clang!
“It seems I need to give you some mental training.”
No respite.
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