Chapter 1565 – [What Is the Best Dish]

Although humans are strong, the majority are weak creatures. In the face of something that cannot be done on your own, you can work together with others to overcome it, but on the other hand, there are people who sit in front of that wall and only look for a place to lean on.

God is a concept and a being that was created in this way. Human wishes and hopes become faith and create gods, and their fear and despair create ghosts and monsters. There are worlds where this is not the case, but a significant number of dimensions are.

However, a being born from human wishes is not omnipotent. The miracles they perform are incredible to the average human being, but they also have their limits.

Even the Absolute cannot save all humans. How sad would it be for the absolute chaos to lose his lover? He’s the only one who does something stupid like trying to save everyone, at least as far as I know. Even so, he is a hero, not a god.

“Butuka was put in prison for now.”

“Is his name Butuka? What does he do?”

“He is the leader of an organization that carries out civil engineering work in the city. He is a person with a certain position, but I can’t believe he would do something like that… How do you plan on treating him?”

“They should be executed.”

I have no intention of being arrogant and violating God’s authority, but this city is a society that is maintained based on us, the gods, and our faith.

The sense of belonging that comes from believing in one religion and God is a great help in forming a community, so on the one hand, this is why religions spread so well, but on the other hand, if the basis of such religion is denied, it becomes a cult.

An atheist who rebelled against God and attempted to assassinate him by poisoning him. It is said that none of these people will die after eating the poison, but even so, they should not be forgiven and released. Even if not severe punishment, there should at least be appropriate punishment.

Normally, if a cub plays around with food, I take it with me and starve it to death, make it perform in a talent show, or kill it after inflicting quite a bit of pain on it, but it’s not like I don’t understand its thoughts, so I kill it gracefully.

Actually, it’s even more annoying that Eden put poison in his food, but that’s because they can’t show Eden torturing them in front of him. Well, whatever it is, it won’t change the outcome of dying.

“Killing people in the name of God is a bit weird.”

“There’s nothing we can do. But we can’t let him live. Even if we let him live, other people will kill him.”

Would the believers leave alone a man who disrespected God and tried to kill him? Even if God tells me not to, I will kill you. In the first place, if people didn’t do everything that the gods in mythology told them not to do, the number of mythological stories would have been reduced by half.

They will try to kill us because they are afraid, because they want to impress us, or because they want to prove their faith, and if that develops incorrectly, it could lead to a fucking doctrine that says pagans who reject God should be sacrificed as living sacrifices.

So we have no choice but to handle it ourselves and crack down on it well. That is a responsibility that arose when we came to this world and were treated like gods.

However, I decided to meet him at least once before killing him. Playing with food and trying to feed it to Eden was really annoying, but at least it was killing people in the name of God, so neither Eden nor I felt very comfortable, so we did that. In a way, it is self-justification.

I, who hate God, pretend to be God and kill people in God’s name… The situation is so disgusting and something I would never have thought of in the past, so it’s a bit weird. I can barely tolerate it because I have Eden.

“You guys!!!!”

When I went to the prison, there was a man who couldn’t move properly because his arms and legs were tied, even though there were no bars. Did he say his name was Butuka?

Even though he couldn’t move properly, he shouted at us. Even though he was going to die tomorrow, he still harbored hostility toward us.

Well, I guess I did it because I was prepared to do that. We talked to him, leaving the others behind and making a space where we could talk just among ourselves.

“So, how does it feel to die tomorrow?”

“To die in the name of a god who doesn’t even exist in this world. I would die for such a ridiculous reason!!!! But one day, people will realize that there is no such thing as a god in this world!!!!”

“That’s right, we are not gods.”

“… What?”

I’m on my way anyway, so I can’t tell you anything. What that bastard did was outrageous, so we can’t change the outcome, but at least we can tell him to relax and go.

Because my resentment toward God, who did not answer my prayers until I became the Lord in charge of trials, is similar to that. It is a mercy that comes from a sense of kinship and a little pity for the person who has to die in the name of God.

“As you said, we are not gods. We are just humans with tremendous power.”

“Ha, haha… Then really…!!!”

“But there are people who find peace in our name. This city was created and maintained in our name. You deny God, but you can’t deny this city itself, right?”

“…”

He was silent. It seems like they’re trying to find out what our intentions are, but they don’t know unless they know our hearts.

“It’s natural to pray to God when you’re in trouble or despair. But God almost always just looks and doesn’t help. There aren’t as many gods who pay attention to individual humans as you might think. At most, they only help when the survival of the majority of humans is threatened. I will give it to you.”

“… What do you want to say?”

“God sucks. I also think killing people in the name of God is shit.”

I’d rather kill them openly in my name. Killing them as a god sucks. Honestly, I don’t like this execution itself.

But it still has to be done.

“So what did you have planned?”

“Gye, stroke?”

“Yes, what will happen to this city if we deny our existence and make it known that we are people and not gods? In the end, it will be ideologically shaken, a civil war will break out, and it will collapse. If that happens, this city will also be over. Once again, each village is sent to the dinosaurs. Your survival will be threatened, and you will starve every day.”

“…”

“Humans have to graduate from God someday, I understand that. But it’s too early now, and you haven’t even thought about what happens after you deny God.”

If they had denied the existence of God and sang about human subjectivity and freedom, I would have been convinced. Rather, it comes naturally as society and civilization develop.

Just as a child grows up and leaves his parents and becomes independent, humans are not bound by God, but believe in their own potential and develop further. If that happens, civilization can develop more quickly and in the right direction.

However, there is nothing behind a revolution caused by hatred and anger alone. The direction itself is wrong, so what can you do?

“You’re right, but it was too early, and I didn’t even think about it. I wish I had reached it differently than through anger or hatred.”

“I…Was it right? Haha, is it okay for God to say something like that?”

“You said you didn’t believe in God and that you weren’t God.”

“I see…”

Even though we couldn’t tell people, we heard with our own mouths that we are not gods. In a way, his limit has been resolved through this.

But it doesn’t change that he has to die. Not for us, but for this entire city.

“You will die tomorrow. He will be executed among the people. Have you eaten yet?”

“Who would give food to someone who is going to die tomorrow anyway? I couldn’t even drink a sip of water.”

“We cannot prevent your uncle’s death. Not because he denied the existence of God and incurred his wrath, but on the other hand, because he is guilty of trying to destroy this city without a solution. He does not die because he incurs God’s wrath, but because he threatens the city.”

Oh, on the other hand, if you think differently, that might happen. I think it’s because I’m so obsessed with this side that I’m paying too much attention to that side.

Even if it’s not just work or something, if you look at it realistically, it’s like that. In the Dangun myth, it is a myth that a bear ate mugwort and garlic, became a woman, gave birth to Dangun, and founded Gojoseon. However, if you think about it mythologically, it means that the country was founded by uniting with a bear tribe with totemism.

“So, I’ll treat you to your last meal before you die. Is there anything you’d like to eat?”

“I…”

Butuka, who was deep in thought, soon shed tears.

If there’s one thing people want to eat last, it’s definitely a taste that brings back memories. And for him, the taste of those memories is probably related to family.

“I want to try the food her wife cooked…”

“Then grab this.”

Eden tore out a page of Santa’s last gift, a recipe for cooking, and gave it to him.

Then, the recipe appeared on that page, along with a photo of the memorable dish Butuka had eaten. Even though he couldn’t read it because it was in Korean, he was able to recall those memories again thanks to his photos.

“This is!!!!!”

“I’ll bring you a meal tomorrow morning. Even if you’re hungry, please be patient.”

We got out of prison and returned to the temple.

To show mercy to the person who tried to poison him and personally prepare his last supper… I think it’s fortunate that our Eden is kind and not like me.

“The dish he wants to eat is not that grand.”

“But it must be a familiar taste. And it’s important to recreate that taste.”

“You can’t make it too delicious. I’m glad there is a standard for cooking.”

The dish that Butuka’s family made was not a very good dish, to say the least. It’s kind of like mixed oatmeal, but there are ingredients I don’t know, but it’s not something that would be delicious, and it feels like there’s a lot of grass in it, like beef stew.

The following article: Anyone other than the people of this city would have lived in poor conditions and would not have eaten such delicious food. Although there was meat in it, it seemed to have something similar to rat meat, and at least it was put in whole except for the intestines.

It may not be tasty, but for him, this will be like the first kimchi stew I made. It’s not a matter of taste, it’s a memory.

“You can get the ingredients here at the market.”

“Just tell me and I will get everything, so there won’t be any problem.”

[If you need anything, let me know. I will make it for you.]

Since there was Keter, supply of materials was virtually no problem. However, when Keter makes it, the quality is so good that the taste changes, so if possible, we had to use what was collected and caught here.

Eventually, I spoke to the chief and received ingredients from the market. The ingredients are three or four types of edible grass that grows around here, and a couple of palm-sized rat-like creatures.

“This looks like a fern.”

“It looks like it’s a bit toxic. Is that why you boil it and eat it?”

Although the cooking itself is a recipe that takes great care, it is also a dish focused on survival, such as adding a lot of water to soak the lamb.

First, cut vegetables such as grass and boil them first, and then prepare the rat. In this case, the head was cut off, the stomach was cut open, only the internal organs were removed, and then the bones were put in.

The meat broth comes out in its own way, and it has a musty smell. The ingredients were prepared properly, but not a single spice was used, and the meat was not good, so of course it had to be that way.

“What does it taste like?”

“Well, it probably doesn’t taste that good to our tastes.”

While I’m cooking, the sun begins to rise. Butuka’s execution took place around noon, so his life did not last long.

At the same time, Eden puts a lot of effort into even the simplest dishes and turns them into English dishes. Although it is a dish with poor ingredients and cooking techniques, it focuses more than that and makes it into an English dish.

“It’s the last meal I’ll ever eat, so I need to shake off at least one regret.”

“What did you put in it?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

Eden kept it a secret and finished cooking. The finished oatmeal doesn’t have a good scent, but it has a somewhat savory feel.

And we secretly went to see Butuka. At least you can’t go to them openly, so you have to do it secretly.

Butuka, who was not asleep but had her eyes closed, opened them when she smelled the smell of the food we had brought. It’s a familiar smell she knows, and because it’s English cooking, she can clearly feel the smell.

“Well, that dish…!!!”

“Eat it.”

Eden gave her a bowl of oatmeal and a spoon. She takes a moment to untie the ropes that bind his wrists so that he can eat comfortably.

Soon he lifted the bowl with tears in his eyes. Then, without even using the spoon we gave him, he just tilts the bowl and pours it into his mouth.

“Wow, this taste is…!!!!”

“Does it taste similar to what your wife made?”

“This is what it tastes like!!!! The food we ate when our family gathered together… I feel better now and can eat more delicious food, but I was happiest when I was able to eat this… Ugh. “

His tears fell onto the bowl.

What made his heart cry? I don’t know what Eden put in that English dish, so I don’t know what he was thinking.

“I’m really, really sorry. It was my fault…”

“What did you feel?”

“The taste of this oatmeal is the same as the one my wife made. But… Then, my heart is conveyed to me that I want my family to eat it deliciously and fillingly. My wife must have thought the same, but I’m afraid it’s because of my hatred. I thought it didn’t matter if other people lost their families…”

I didn’t just try to take Eden away from me by poisoning her, but I disturbed the peace of this city and almost lost my family due to the conflict that arose there.

He finally found out about it. He blamed God for not saving his family, but what he actually did was like the devil taking away family from others.

“It’s a good thing to sincerely regret your sins. If you knew that, that’s enough.”

“Yes…”

“But the execution will proceed as scheduled. Do you have anything else to say?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Reflection is the most basic yet good act. Although there are times when death cannot be avoided even if one reflects, it is much better than not reflecting.

If he hadn’t gone astray, if he hadn’t crossed the line, he could have done many good things and lived happily, but it’s a shame.

Afterward, an execution ceremony was held. Butuka was brought to the altar in front of the temple with a relieved expression. For your information, the executioner is me.

“I hope the next life will be better.”

“The story of the myth… I didn’t even want to hear it, but if it was going to turn out like this, I should have listened to it at least once.”

“I can’t talk about it for a long time, but death is not the end. It’s just a process toward the next thing.”

“Then I hope to meet my family next time.”

“If we are meant to be, we can meet.”

Finally, when the time came, I lifted my hand and placed it on his chest. In fact, there is no need for such actions, but it is respect for people who know how to reflect on their sins.

At that moment, my power is revealed and without even realizing it, his heart stops and he stops breathing. Not only that, but his brain immediately stopped functioning, and he died without even feeling pain.

Soon enough, his soul escapes his body and hovers in the air. Eden gave a small wave of his hand to his soul.

“I hope I can meet my family in the next life.”

“I hope so.”

So one atheist left for the next world.