Chapter 477 – 476. Thousand…What? (6)

Sometimes, I too have psychotic tendencies. This is something I acknowledged, my sister acknowledged, my students, the maid, and my father acknowledged.

That’s why my father bullied me from the beginning.

If you ask me what that is,

If you don’t experiment, you won’t know anything.

If there’s something I’m uncertain about, I can’t figure it out because I’m curious without experimenting with it with my own hands. Should I say that’s the kind of desire to explore.

That’s why I could say that this is the only psycho-like or idiot-like side I have.

Especially in things like human experiments, it’s a way to die comfortably against bastards who deserve to die, or for those who were forced to die by political strife.

Or how to make bastards who deserve to die die horribly.

Is it possible to kill while prolonging life?

Yes, Gilgamesh is revived using the data obtained through the results.

I started out thinking that if it’s something I don’t mind dying anyway, I don’t mind doing whatever I want.

So, the basic rule is not to do it to normal people or to people you don’t care about, and that last line must be kept.

That’s because those people have ways to live other than this.

And the things that concern me have a high probability of not being heard.

There are two cases of conducting an experiment like now.

First.

Either he’s a son of a bitch who really wants to make him die horribly.

Second.

When you’re not sure, but want to try to save it as a possibility. This is a case of a being that is worth letting die.

For the second reason, I withstood Gilgamesh’s full-power punch with my bare body and injected myself with the purified energy of Libertas.

What I need is the mental body part of Libertas and knowledge, but power is by no means an issue.

Keeping it only makes your stomach bloated, so it’s better to just give it to someone who can use it better.

Above all, the mental body is knowledge, and it is more beneficial for me to consume that knowledge and the mental body, so there is no need for power.

After all, it is weaker than me.

Don’t you think you’ll have enemies?

That’s such a shameful thing to say.

From my perspective, if a monster other than me disappears, that is a stressful situation in its own way.

If everything below is as simple as what I know, there are many things in the world that I cannot anticipate, and I need the presence of strong people who can see, feel, and learn them.

It is something that ultimately suits my purpose.

Okay.

A very boring universe with no strong players is truly an uninteresting place to me.

If you’re going to fuck the gods anyway, so that Gilgamesh, their creation, can become an independent entity rather than a creature.

As the gods are broken, they too are broken, but if you strengthen them with the essence of the [Great God] That surpasses their creators, if you can repair the broken places and become more powerful, that is fun in its own way.

The current Uruk was led by Gilgamesh.

What-

So, since Uruk still has a mountain of work to do, shouldn’t it be reborn?

“You fucking son of a bitch-!!!”

And, sure enough, a sincere punch, greatly strengthened by the essence of the great minister, flies towards me.

If all of the minister’s power is used up and he gets hit by that sincere punch, the current country will also suffer a great blow. I have no intention of getting hit.

Open the door and point your fist back at yourself through the door.

Kwaaaaa!!!

“Huh?!”

And when I see Gilgamesh flying away after being hit by my fist, I burst into laughter.

Naturally, next to it shows the images of the Uruk gods having their divine cores removed by Liz, Lucy, and Iliad’s descendants.

What-

It seems like he wanted to die along with them, but that wouldn’t be possible.

“That’s right… I’m getting more bothersome, right?”

I’m tired of managing this land. Of course it’s not a hassle.

“There is no heroic story. And there is no need for a hero’s end either. And Uruk still needs an emperor. To be honest, I put in the power of a great minister and I thought you would awaken as a god, but that wasn’t the case.”

“…Do you think I will become something like a god?”

Didn’t you hope for immortality and fear death?

Where did I already feel that eternal life is meaningless? That was good anyway.

It’s none of my business how I feel, and of course his will prevented him from awakening as a god, and as a result, he prevented his immediate destruction…

The scan results were not very satisfactory.

“Life expectancy is about 30 years. Hmm… I think I would have lived longer if I had accepted that power as is.”

“…Ha! 30 years.”

And then he gets up, caressing his beaten chin.

“30 years… Should be enough.”

“Well, 30 years of national precepts wouldn’t be enough, right? Is it called a hundred-year precepts for no reason? You’re suppressing this out of pride. And the power of a minister?”

Well, it’s not something I don’t understand, but it was quite surprising that he gave up his desire for immortality.

I didn’t get the elixir of immortality from Naphishtim and then get eaten by a snake, so what’s the point?

Anyway, it’s good.

Lastly, Anu’s divine core is removed and all egos in the divine core are destroyed. With that, I floated them in front of Gilgamesh.

“If you want to break it, you can break it, and if you want to keep it, you can keep it. The believers and priests of each god will maintain their power, and the power granted will vary depending on their faith.”

“It’s a bad taste.”

“It seemed like there was no hope anymore.”

There is no hope. There is no hope.

Of course, it’s really hopeless, like a mistranslation of some movie. If they do anything, they come and break their heads while they are still, and if that is not enough, they make their own people suffer.

Well, he’s burning his house down to catch a tiger that hasn’t even entered the house, so it’s impossible to think normally.

Ereshkikal has somewhat bitter-looking eyes, but Mortus is also very adamant about this.

The gods have had their divine cores removed and have been relegated to beings who merely provide power to the believers. To be honest, it seems like a pretty pleasant and fun situation for her.

In particular, it seems like the Demon Sultan up in the sky is the same.

Judging by the sound of laughter coming from here, I guess he must have liked what I did.

“Things that deserve to die have died, but we still need that power. So, let them exist only with that [Power]. Hehe, really – you’re really my style.”

Well, Mrs. Lee is clinging to her side and patting her.

As soon as she does that, she switches back to her spirit body, but it seems inevitable that her death energy will overflow just by her still existing in this world.

In fact, if Mortus had stomped on Tiamat, it would have been over once and for all, but since Libertas is her crazy bastard, it would not look good if she stepped forward here herself.

Thor and Freya.

Likewise, not only Hestia, but also Ereshkikal and Ilias looked disgusted at Mortus clinging to me.

Since people know her identity, they are probably not used to seeing her like this here… Right?

-What, what are you looking at? What, why? What!

“…Stop being so tactful, Mortus.”

Ereshkikal can’t stand it anymore and spits out a word.

Well, whatever it is, it’s good.

“Now that I’ve seen everything here, Emperor? Then, with my extended life… I want you to do well?”

“For a moment.”

And Gilgamesh calls me.

“What.”

That’s at least the last word.

“30 years later, before I die, I will visit you.”

“Huh, what, let’s play ssambakjil?”

“Did you think I would die gracefully after being treated like an experiment like this?”

That too.

Well, this is something I have to bear.

“Okay, come back when that time comes. I’ll fight you properly then. Well, instead, I might forget it by then, so let’s set up a password.”

“What are you trying to do?”

What can it be?

“Heavenly Demon Death Beam~”

Just-!

With those words, I take everyone here, my people, and take them into the labyrinth.

As a bonus, Haemin, who is being supported by Freya, asks me after hearing that.

“Thousand… What?”

What is it?

Everyone’s idol, Cheonmaji.

In fact, should I say that I have divinity, or should I say that I can roughly wear that mask by devouring it?

Anyway, it is neither this nor that, it is chaos itself.

And Cheonma, meaning the devil in the sky.

In fact, this is a phrase that fits me very well.

To be exact, it is the devil king called Mara Papias.

Strictly speaking, it doesn’t really matter because it’s just a title created to make a joke while wearing a mask.

“How dare you criticize my words, sentient being?”

So you can use it for pranks like this.

“…I never imagined that Geumtaeyang, a nosy person, would say the Cheonma and the Cheonma Death Beam.”

Haemin shakes her head.

Of course, from my point of view, this is just a joke for laughter. Naturally, Haemin seemed to understand what I was saying.

Well, since this is also one of those memes, it will probably be forgotten and not used later.

“This is what it is, Haemin, are you really expecting the opposite sex from this?”

Freya says something to that, and Liz, who had already seen her before, puts Freya in front of her. Then her Freyja takes a step back, startled, and I hold her back.

“It’s not in our time zone. So leave it alone.”

I’ve done everything here.

How would it feel to have your arm torn off alive and beaten to the brink of death? Well, we’ll meet again later anyway, and that’s not now.

Right now, it’s like we’re in front of each other or not in front of each other.

“…Is that so.”

And Liz gets behind her.

After all, her sister almost died because of this bitch, so Liz is understandably angry.

And Thor asks me.

This is my first time here.

Unlike Modi, Magni, and Srud.

“Is this your den?”

“Well, thanks to having good subordinates, I am eating well and living well here.”

Thor, and Modi, Magni, and Thrud.

And although it is surprisingly well-organized, it is still destroyed in many places, and the corpses of the Titans and Gigantes can still be seen being swallowed up in the darkness.

“…!!”

And in the darkness, Thor, facing the golden eyes of the sheep, breaks into a cold sweat.

And I knew who was coming.

“I’m here, sister.”

My sister, Mrs. Jeongsil came out to greet her husband.

“Welcome, Clark!”

And, she threw herself at me and welcomed me.

After a long month, I returned home.