## Chapter 1665 – Chronicles of the Black-Haired Foreigner – Celestial Demon Constellation

He began to explain in response to my question. The first thing he talked about was his identity. Just what the hell was this bastard? I listened with bated breath, fists trembling, and the answer came.

“I am… originally a being born on this planet.”
“What, what did you say?!”

Unbelievable!

“So, you’re an indigenous god?”
“Yes? Is there… a problem with that?”

He trembled as he spoke, as if frightened by my words. His face maintained a semblance of composure, but his shoulders were shaking.

“No. What, am I going to hit you? Why are you so scared?”
“It’s not that.”
“Anyway. You’re not from outside, but an indigenous god, is that right?”
“Yes.”

Surprisingly, he wasn’t an external god like Verde, but one of this world’s native gods. A true native.

“Your birth… it just happened suddenly?”
“Yes. We existed from a certain point on.”

An existence that suddenly came into being.

But they possessed immense power.

“We had power, but no intellect or ego. I remember just living as wild creatures, hunting and eating the native lifeforms…”
“So, you were literally wild animals.”
“P-please, refrain from such words.”

His face flushed. He was still a god, after all, and seemed ashamed to be called a wild animal.

“Ah. Sorry. I was too blunt. What about humans? When did you become the god of humans?”
“That… I’m not sure, but one day, beings who were the ancestors of the current humans suddenly appeared.”
“What?”

At those words, I couldn’t help but think of the ‘Dog-Fool Race, the Titans.’

The humans living here weren’t much different from those on Earth. I’d roughly guessed as much, but it seemed to be happening again.

“Ah, crap. Is it that again? Damn it. I had a feeling.”

These sons of bitches messed with dimensions once and now so many people are suffering? The Titan bastards were messing around with dimensional magic and scattered the humans from Earth across all dimensions.

Shit.

“Yes? What is it?”
“No. It’s nothing. So, what about the humans?”
“Ah. The humans seemed to be beings who came from another world due to… some kind of dimensional issue.”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“Yes?”

He tilted his head at my hearty response.

“Yes? Yes?”
“There’s a race called the Titans, and that bastard scattered the human race from a place called Earth across all dimensions while experimenting with dimensional magic.”
“Yes? Yes?”

The Do-Sa Dimension, my world, and even here.

Ah, there was a time in Earth’s human history when most of the human race suddenly went extinct, maybe it was because of this.

“Yeesh? Don’t tell me you didn’t know?”
“No, I couldn’t have known that far…”
“Believe me, since I said it. It’s true.”
“Ah, I understand. But what does that… Just what kind of beings are the Titans…”
“Questions later. I’ll tell you later.”
“Yes.”

He had a face bursting with curiosity, but I brushed it off. Other stories were more important right now.

“Anyway, humans suddenly appeared and… I remember being flustered. But I instinctively began to observe them… and then.”
“And then?”
“At some point, I was being revered. That’s when we became divine beings. A faint ego also developed.”
“You were influenced by humans…”
“That’s right.”

I roughly understood.

“In that way, we lived with humans. As we did, personalities and values developed, and we became more complete beings.”
“Ah. I understand. That’s when you started ruling over the humans?”
“Yes… that’s right.”
“You’ve been through a lot, huh?”
“W-well, yes.”

He started to get uneasy as I spoke with an obvious smile. I demanded that he tell me more.

“Then one day. I suddenly felt a distortion in the dimension. Ah. I could feel it because I had grown so much. Anyway, the cracks I felt twisted, and the world was once in crisis due to the aftermath.”
“Oh dear. And then?”

I chimed in appropriately, listening to his story.

“To cut to the chase, we eventually overcame it. And we managed to fix it. But that was just the beginning.”

—Hwaaa.

A shadow of worry suddenly crossed his face.

“They started invading.”
“They?”

Was it the monster sealed in the tower?

“As you predicted, it’s the monsters sealed in the tower. We combined our strength as much as possible to fight against them, and eventually succeeded in sealing several beings in the tower.”
“Those were the ones on the upper floors of the tower?”
“Yes… It was impossible to kill them at the time. So, we sealed them, but power was leaking out little by little. It was difficult to completely suppress it. So, we gave oracles to humans and had them deal with it.”
“That’s the origin of this system. That status window system.”
“That’s right.”

The story was sinking into my head.

“The status window was originally devised based on a game that humans played. Humans have great imaginations, so it was well implemented when we applied it as is.”

Damn, humans’ ideas are all the same, huh.

“So, you created and applied the status window based on human ideas… is that how I should see it?”
“Yes. We also became accustomed to it and came to fully understand what it was… and we operated it as if we were developing a game.”

I roughly understood.

“But that wasn’t the end.”
“Keep going.”
“They weren’t the end. We kept killing them and killing them. Even if we sealed them, they kept coming.”
“So, they were invading like an army.”

—Nod nod.

He nodded.

“What’s their identity?”

This was the most important thing.

He paused for a moment at my words, then slowly spoke, wiping his lips.

“We haven’t fully grasped it either. However, we know that they come from the outside world and that they are made up of a very large number. So, we gave them this name.”

A name.

“The Infinite Legion.”
“Damn.”

That’s a badass name.

“So, this Infinite Legion is constantly invading?”
“That’s right. We’ve killed a lot so far, but in reality, it probably wasn’t a very large number for them. According to our estimates, they…”

According to his estimates, these ‘Infinite Legion’ are a cluster of monsters made up of a truly enormous number, and they are constantly supplying monsters to this world, but it seems that they are only maintaining the status quo because it is probably only a small fraction of their numbers.

“This is a bit large in scale.”

An infinite number of monsters constantly rushing in? This would have been the end if it were Earth. It was only because of the existence of these divine beings that they were able to endure.

“We are using a lot of power to stop them. Therefore, a lot of our power is limited…”
“Yeah. It seems like it. But are you just maintaining the status quo right now?”
“Unfortunately… our power is not infinite.”
“So, it’s eventually going to crumble.”
“Yes.”

A predetermined end. The gods were cutting down their own power to stop the infinitely supplied monsters.

“That’s what the status window is for.”
“Ah. You’re trying to raise humans with the status window? But even if they grow with your power, they can’t be bigger than you, can they?”
“That’s not true. Humans have potential.”
“Potential!!!”

That’s right!

Humans have potential!

Just like I became a god, humans also have that potential!

“Yes? Yes?”
“No! I’m just surprised. Tell me more!”
“Yes… Humans have potential. The potential of their brilliant souls. Perhaps humans may grow beyond the given power. So, we have been managing each tower and giving quests to humans to induce that explosion of potential.”

The types are diverse.

Fighting spirit. Sense of justice. Desire for improvement, etc. The gods stimulated such emotions with quests while granting status windows, probing the potential of humans.

My conclusion after listening to this far.

This bastard isn’t as bad as I thought. Rather, he’s managing things pretty well. But there’s still the most important question.

“I see. But you.”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing with the souls?”

If he’s eating souls, there’s no choice. I’ll have to get rid of him like I did with the external gods who ruled my world.

“That… souls are not under my jurisdiction… I’ve been leaving them alone. To begin with, to lay a hand on a human’s soul. There’s no way I’d have such a right.”
“Hmm. I see.”
“Is there a problem?”
“No. That answer saved you.”
“Yeesh?!”
“Never mind.”

If he’s not touching the souls, there’s no reason to kill him.
I guess I’ll have to make him my subordinate.

Let’s hire him since he’s not a bad guy.

“Anyway. Among you gods, the ones with evil tendencies. Those bastards are giving humans evil quests, huh.”
“Yes. Humans have so many emotions, so there were those who thought that they could explode their potential based on that twisted and evil part, and that they could awaken with malicious pleasure…”

Crazy heretics.

“Still, those guys have to be disposed of.”
“…”

I roughly know what he means, but I’m going to dispose of the guys who say they’re going to stimulate the evil in humans to explode their potential.

“Whatever the case, the good ones among you are struggling to defeat those monsters.”
“Thank you for recognizing that. Haa.”

He finally seemed relieved, placing his hand on his chest and exhaling.

An arrangement to block the Infinite Legion. That was the status window. He used his head a bit.

“Good. You. Become my subordinate.”
“Yes?”
“I said become my subordinate.”
“A subordinate, that’s…”
“I’m Cheonma Kim Kat, who travels through dimensions, spreading dreams and hopes, and love, justice, and peace to humans. I’ve saved countless worlds.”

I briefly explained about the Do-Sa Dimension.

“Oh, you were an amazing god…”
“Yeah. That’s me. It would be a great honor to become my subordinate. You don’t dislike it, do you?”
“Of course not! H-how could I dislike it? It’s an honor.”
“Hehehe, you thought well.”

This feels good!

“Anyway, you’re my subordinate now.”
“Yes…”
“That means you’re my partner. Hehehe.”
“…”
“I’ll show you something fun since you’ve become my subordinate.”
“Fun…?”
“Look at this.”

—Hwareureuk.

I immediately opened the Sugarcane Sub-Dimension and opened the entrance, floating it above like a screen.

“What is this?”

He immediately saw my Sugarcane Land.

Endless sugarcane and scorching sunlight. The prisoners were being whipped without dying, eternally repeating the act of cultivating sugarcane that had no meaning.

“T-this is…?! This! What on earth is this?! Why are those people doing such painful work there…!”
“They’re not people. They’re all sons of bitches.”
“S-sons of bitches?”
“That means they’re prisoners. Heinous criminals.”

That’s my prison.

“H-hell! Could it be hell! Is this! Were you punishing evil beings by creating such a hell?!”

For some reason, Lisperia, who was greatly surprised, shouted like that.