Chapter 967 – Separation

“Fanatical…? You mean the god of light?”
“Huh.”

At that time, the fanatic Nanar was not the main god.
Far from being a main god, he was an inconspicuous being who did not stand out among the gods.
Malachia was intrigued by the reason the humble god had come to visit him and the gap between his source and reality.
Normally, I would have kicked him out with gnashing of teeth, but, like a dragon with an outstanding academic zeal, curiosity won.

“If light were the source, it couldn’t be weak…?”

It is an attribute that covers everything in the world and is a symbol of hope.
There must be any number of beings who worship light, and worship becomes the power of God.

“Ah. Another source is holding me back.”

God has a source for everything.

Those who were once absolute gods in their own dimension did not have any attributes, but they came to his highest dimension, the dimension of Ryu Nar, to find the source.

Nanar said that he had two sources, and that the power of light, which had no choice but to be powerful, was being hindered by another source.

“That’s why I’m always beaten here and there. These days, being bullied by the god of darkness, it’s really hard~”
“…”

For a god, he speaks like a human being.
Malachia asked him for his purpose, and Nanar answered right away.

“Let’s make a contract with me.”
“Contract?”
“Yes. Malacia you…”

Nanar grinned.
A look unsuitable for a woman.
Actually, he’s not really a woman.
It is only taking on the form of a woman now, but its origin is not human.

A creepy laugh that seems to be beyond a woman and not even a living being. Malachia was a little frightened by that laugh.

As instinct sounded the alarm, Nanar spoke.

“…Don’t you want to save Amastia?”
“…!!”

The words he brought out were too attractive to just drive them away.
Malacia paused, and Nanar continued.

“I’ll teach you how to break the seal on Amastia.”
“…What do you want instead?”
“It’s simple. Just hit my powers once while you’re defenseless.”

It wasn’t even worth considering.
Do you want to be hung up on the authorities?

It must be said that if you succeed in casting authority on a being of the size of an ancient dragon, your level will rise.

Malachia tried to refuse, but before he could speak, Nanar spoke sweet words like a snake.

“Of course, I’m not saying that you should be treated unfairly by my authority. It’s up to you.”
“It’s up to me…?”
“It’s very difficult to save Amastia. If we succeed in rescuing him, then our contract is over.”

If you fail to seek it, as I just said, you must be afflicted with the power.
Instead of listening to the conditions, if you only succeeded, Malachia was an unconditional benefit.

“How is it? In my name, the story right now is not a lie.”

Will you make a contract?
Nanar’s smile.

Malachia thought he should refuse, but the lack of progress over the millennia was enough to make the enterprising man impatient.

“Yeah. You’re so prudent. I like it. I like prudent people. I like it! I’ll lose money! I’ll tell you how to save Amastia, so decide whether or not to do it.”

Nanar told me how to release Amastia in a very cool way.

That’s the quest.
The condition was to succeed in the ordeal given by Ryunar’s will.

It was. The will of Ryunar’s dimension is what Amastia offered as a reward even for the situation in which she was imprisoned for sacrificing herself.

Malakia gnashed her teeth at how much she was going to humiliate our dragon for that unfunny match.

“That ordeal is very difficult. Even you, an ancient dragon, would be impossible alone?”

You can bring his companions together, Nanar said.
Malacia had no companions, but had many excellent assistants.

As an ancient dragon, he had many powerful familiars, and he asked about the detailed trials.

Okay.
Malachia had already fallen for Nanar’s tricks when Nanar did not expel them immediately.

Malacia was clearly powerful and a genius among dragons.
He himself knew it too.
He was overcome with nervousness, but he was also full of confidence.
He figured that if he was himself, he would be able to get through the ordeal somehow.

The ordeal of being able to break the seal of Amastia, as Nanar had said, was not a lie.
You can’t lie to Malachia like Nanar.

Malacia accepted the offer.

He went through the trials Nanar told him about.
Completely failed.

The ordeal was too harsh.
It was so difficult that it would not be possible to clear it even if not only Malacia but all the other ancient dragons came.

Was this ordeal made only for the toys of the gods, for the strangers to wake up to?

Malacia could not understand the will of the dimension.
They will never be able to pass this ordeal, and then they will never be able to become that proud Prunar or absolute god.

The ordeal kindly did not take the lives of Malachia and her familiars.
I bought it and returned it intact.
That, rather, became a trigger for despair.
I’d rather die.
There would have been no need to fulfill the contract.

“A promise is a promise, right?”

Nanar smiled and approached.
Malachia, who had taken the oath, could not resist.

In fact, I didn’t feel any sense of crisis until then.
Although he was defenseless, there was no way he could do anything about himself with that level of divine power.
Even if it happened, even if he died, he could calmly accept it.
It was because I was the one who failed because I was arrogant.

Malachi overlooked two things.

First, Nanar was a madman.
Contrary to how he knew how to use his authority to elevate himself, I, Nar, had only one intention.

It was fun.

And Ryunar is the power to be strongly influenced by emotions.
Although Nanar was a god, he was a special god whose Ryunar was stronger than divine power.
Power reinforced by unexpected choices and emotions pierced even the old dragon’s image.

“Malachia. I mean. I miss you very, very much.”

And second.
The second power that Nanar said was rather a hindrance.

Authority is subtle, and it often worked well if it did not directly harm the person.

The second source of Nanar was such a case.

Madness.

Malachia felt an image enter her own head.

The gods who seal Frostia.
And, the gods laughing at Amastia.

“Ooooo…!!”

Every creature in Malacia’s field of vision began to look like a disgusting god.

Also, his aggression grows out of control…

“Come on. Run wild.”

Nanar grinned.

“I wonder how far my weak madness can erode you.”

It was as Nanar said.
Even in a half-mad state, Malachia exercised self-control and prevented her from flying out into the wide world.

His instinct made him regard the ‘small’ place as an enemy.

And Malachia was forced to torment the hated enemy as painfully as possible, as it was programmed into her head.

At least the annoying things that could give him a stinging pain were instantly melted with his breath.
Poison gas covered the small area.
A strong barrier was put up so that no one could escape and be annihilated.
Those who tried to go outside were melted to death by the poisonous liquid.

No one got out
All died slowly and painfully, poisoned by poison gas in a small enclosure.

Intense poison flowed into the water, and when those who felt thirsty drank the water, their bodies bleed and died.

So was the food.
The more I ate to live, the more the pain grew.
People’s skin rotted away, their limbs fell off, and they mutated into strange shapes.

People cried out to God to save them for three days.
For three days, he cursed God.

And that god. Nanar laughed loudly from a high place and even shed tears.

Tragedy boiled over in Matane.

The woman who cried for her baby to be spared, she died and she laughed as she walked around holding the baby’s corpse blackened and decayed.

Anyone who tried to let even the old father escape was trampled to death by people running around looking for an exit.

All of them were slowly poisoned and died painfully.

Sprinkling tears and urine, seeking and cursing God, they imprinted in their eyes the horror that killed them.

That’s how Malachia destroyed Matan.

It came to his senses only after he was destroyed.

“…Oh, oh oh…”

Chunks of flesh caught at the fingertips.
Malachia, looking down at her own hand that had crushed the corroded humans, trembled and howled to the sky.

“Ooooo!!!!!”

Although the old dragon’s mental power was strong.
His pride was stronger than his mental strength.

Malacia couldn’t stand it.
In her own unfounded confidence, she fell for a worthless bet and went mad, killing weak and innocent humans.

People who did nothing wrong died without knowing why.

An evil or arrogant old dragon would have ignored human life and burned its anger at the gods, but Malacia was too good for a dragon.

He suffered a huge blow to his ego and felt a greater sense of guilt than that.
He wanted to pay for his sins, but there was no human to compensate him anymore.

Even if he wanted to take revenge on the mastermind, Nanar would shut himself up in the divine realm and not come out.
Also, he was getting stronger exponentially from this incident.
In the first place, because of the multiple vows, I can’t even get revenge on him.

There was only one path he could take.
Expiation.
Suicide.

The soul of the fallen elder dragon could not even be reincarnated and stayed in his corpse.

“Ah.”

Looking at the dead black dragon, Nanar, who came down from the divine world, laughed.

He emitted a brilliant light unlike before.
Although he did it for fun, it was an enormous ‘feat’ to corrupt the old dragon, and Ryunar Dimension recognized his ‘feat’ and raised his rank.

“As expected, the ordeal to break Amastia’s seal was very difficult~”

Nanar inserted his hand into the old dragon’s corpse and pulled out a muddy orb.
It was the old dragon’s, Malachia’s soul.
A soul stained with madness and darkened by killing humans.

“I didn’t know how difficult the trial difficulty was, so I needed confirmation.”

He said that he chose a strong being who would be fun and test because if the one who undergoes the ordeal is too weak, he will not be tested.

Okay.
Malachia was tricked by Nanar.
Nanar didn’t lie, but there were facts he didn’t say, such as that even Malachia would never be able to clear the ordeal.

If I had asked a little more, I would have known the truth.

Corrupted, soggy spirit.
Nanar laughed.

“Your soul. I will use it well. Malachia.”

How much value would the soul of a fallen ancient dragon have?
What other fun things can you do with this?

Malachia, who was weakly conscious even as a spirit, realized that she had made a mistake.
After committing suicide hastily, he will be used again by this child.

He trembled with anger and sorrow.

Kwachaang!!

The claws that broke through the space penetrated Nanar’s lower body.

“Cool…!”

Nanar laughs and avoids while coughing up blood.
The hand that broke through the space was a hand of red scales.

That hand, full of divine power and mana, was absurdly powerful.

Although it is a soul with little reason, Malachia is the existence that I longed to see that hand so much. He realized it was Amastia.

“Hey. Dragon god. You broke your oath, albeit a little…?”
“It’s the same for each other.”
“Ahahaha. But you and I, bugs, are in the wrong position. Aren’t we?”

As it was said, the will of the dimension put intense pressure on the Dragon God.
In this absurd world, the stronger it is, the more it is restricted.

“But that’s right. This time, I did something to be noticed too… So I guess I’ll buy myself soon.”

Nanar smiled and waved to Malachia.

“Nice play~ See you again someday!’

Nanar is gone.
Amastia tried to take Malachia’s soul, but the will of the dimension pulled him in at that moment.

With the last of his strength, he moved Malacia’s corpse to an unknown place.

All he could do was hide the body from desecration.

It’s been a long time.
A time when the earth’s crust occurred, rivers were filled in, mountains were cut down, and mountains were built in new places.

During those long years, Malachia’s ego suffered.

Pride.
And the screams of terrible humans engraved in his soul.
The feel left in your hand.

As long as he was in the corpse, he continued to suffer.

Then, a wizard found him.
The world roared over the supreme discovery, and his corpse was treasured in the wizard’s laboratory.

He, who continued to suffer in the midst of that, met at the instructor qualification exam.
The man who saved him by dismantling his filthy body.

Dre.

Malacia, whose body was disintegrated by him, thanked him, and the ego met Amastia, the dragon god.

Amastia looked at his poor descendant for a long time before saying,

“It’s a pity that you suffered from a lifelong mission and guilt.”

So he said he wanted to give it a chance.
Amastia sent Malachia back to earth.

The defiled soul of Malachia was minimal, but remained, unable to think properly, and lost countless memories.
He ended up staying at the old school where he felt the remnants of his fellow countryman and the most respected being.

And Malachia was absorbed by the old school teacher, the man, and Dre.

And inside of Dre, who entered for the first time.
To be honest, it’s…

It was too dirty.