Chapter 600 – Three Way Meeting (5)
No fuck, what is it?
I was shocked for a moment and threw my mouth open.
Odin is the cause of Ragnarok? Didn’t I say earlier that Veronica’s ancestors’ ancestors were the cause?
‘… Oh They said it was the beginning, not the cause.’
Fuck hmmm
As if switching players, Satis’ lips opened, and his mouth closed.
-You are all right, descendant of the Sky God. The end of the Age of Gods was determined to be ruin because that bitch caught a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have seen with his trivial desire for knowledge.
Satis looked at me quietly.
Does that happen? As I thought when I first met Odin in a dream one day, the future of the gods might be determined by observation.
It’s hard to understand with the head of a college dropout. Hell, if it’s something like quantum mechanics, I should’ve brought in a more specialized science scientist!
As the representative of the science department was a dropout from veterinary school, the attempt to scientifically interpret the fantasy myth was frustrated here. I can’t hold back my tears
—All of my friends died, and Odin himself and those who created the 【Middle Branch】 also passed away. There is no one to fix the broken world and prevent catastrophe. Just waiting for the world to recover on its own.
It seemed that a certain landscape was transmitted from eye to eye.
In the vision, a huge hand of light pierced the sky and stirred the earth.
As the blood, which seemed to have been cut by itself, spilled over the land, the land devastated by drought regained its strength, as if it had become food. It seemed that he had revived the land by sacrificing himself.
The hand of the goddess gave strength to the farmland cultivated by humans and left.
However, there was a hole in the sky that her hand had stirred.
——Moreover, after that day, I couldn’t easily intervene in the [Middle branch]. To prevent one conflict, the festering branch had to risk breaking.
The night sky poured from the hole like the glass of a fishbowl was broken.
The night sky embroidered with stars poured down like paint and soaked the ground. It was as if the dividing line between heaven and earth had disappeared.
—I couldn’t do that. Bringing disaster to all living beings in order to save a handful of believers from misery, such self-righteousness would be nothing but sophistry even for a god.
Is this what a broken fishbowl containing tar is like?
The night sky poured from the sky with such a hole, and the sky completely collapsed as if it could not withstand the pressure. Ominous or sacred stars also poured down upon the earth.
Among them was a starlight resembling Satis.
The land that had been recovered at best, as well as the ground that had been intact, turned black.
The world was covered in darkness mixed with starlight.
─You know? How did it feel when a bitch who could do nothing but hunt survived alone and found out? Do you know the prayers and sorrows that often come to my ears, the heart that clings to the fragile sky and has to watch it?
A huge humanoid starlight rose from the darkness and lifted me up in the palm of my hand.
─Do you know how I felt when I had to tolerate the seeds I borrowed and installed because I was afraid of the balance that would be destroyed by my intervention?
The black mud spoke in a satis voice, pouring out red fluid.
——Before my followers, who had finally collapsed, shattered the sky, which had no way to fix it, I punished her and her daughter with my own hands.
In a world that had turned completely black, overflowing bloody tears formed a red river.
—If he knew he would widen the rift in the sky, he should have done so from the beginning. That way, at least the human children wouldn’t have died.
Being a satis in a world of black fantasy put me on the palm of my hand and shed tears of blood incessantly.
So, I opened my mouth.
“You are regretting your mistake. Just like Odin did.”
The bloody tears stopped.
The goddess full of regret stared at my face. I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment.
“It seems like even a prophet does not know the future. Making a mistake by making a wrong choice is, in fact, a mistake that anyone can make.”
I’m not in a position to speak for myself.
If I had known that I would come to another world, I would have played around instead of going to the military, and in college, I came out as Papago of all things without even dreaming that I would become a translation slave.
What’s more, I entrusted the thesis I wrote with so much hard work to Yerna and even had it stolen, so who can I blame my subject for why I made a mistake?
“I came across Satis-nim’s whereabouts by chance, so I was convinced.”
I said, reflecting on the memories of Equinox and its father.
In those memories, Satis was quite a funny being.
God said that he should not easily intervene in the human world, but he intervened as he intervened, and he could not solve the problem properly. There is a degree of contradiction between words and actions.
But as the scholars proved, there is no such thing as contradiction in the world.
If you see a contradiction, it means there is something that hasn’t been proven yet.
As with all laws of science, contradiction appears to be contradictory because there is an empty line of formula that can lightly explain the error of the logic.
‘Equinox’s memories were fragmentary.’
The bitch only received the memories of his father.
Besides, even the first hunter had only heard the news of the Satis followers through hearsay. Wasn’t his interest at the time focused on how to hold his daughter’s funeral?
It would be easy to nail down the fact that ‘Satis, the god of hunting, is an incompetent goddess who can only appear in fairy tales’ with such fragmentary information.
In line with that, it is also possible to come to conclusions mixed with ill feelings.
‘Kingchiman… Isn’t that too much for you?’
Bad feelings sometimes cause cognitive dissonance.
Ordinary people who are angry at her incompetence would think that, anyway, that’s not the attitude an ink sucker like me would take.
She picked up some old stories and it was still too early to draw conclusions.
Do not underestimate the suspicious mindset of 21st century earthlings who suffer from third-class trivia.
‘If the hypotheses that more than anything, Satis = bitch bitch emerges as an established theory, who will lift the curse of the bicorns?’
As for me, I have no choice but to go into full brain mode with the feeling of catching straw.
I laughed and started talking.
“I knew it because I used my hair like that. The Huntsman apparently intervened in the [Middle branch] Only twice.”
Equinox before the fall When giving power to Abby.
When he tried to break the balance between this world and the underworld, as even Sehetefibra said, beyond the level of conflict between humans.
This is the second time.
“We followed the rule as much as possible not to intervene except when it is unavoidable, like the Equinox resurrection ritual. The exception was when he bestowed his first powers on Equinox’s father.”
The reason is because he said it with his own mouth.
It was because he felt responsibility and compassion for the tragedy that happened to him and Equinox, who were his faithful followers.
In the end, the biggest contradiction is that he said that he shouldn’t intervene, and gave a lot of backward compatibility powers not only to Equinox’s father, but also to the hounds that appeared later.
There’s a degree to not having eyes to see people, but unless you have a sprained eye, you’re giving power to crazy people like that? This is an outrageous felony.
If it was Satis who gave that authority, that is.
“So I thought it didn’t match.”
I opened Odin’s eyes and pointed at his eyeballs, concentrating so that no bullshit came out.
“Why, with eyes that recognize the true nature of prey——you, who possess power superior to that of the hounds under your command, couldn’t even recognize the savage nature of such fanatics.”
Isn’t it strange? Satis recognized the identities of me and Veronica in an instant.
The reason Equinox’s father gave up his faith was because of the fanatics from beginning to end.
Until then, he had no intention of becoming a warlock either. It was Equinox’s Abby herself who shot and killed Equinox.
If it was finished by handing over the power to just that bastard, it would end in tragedy between the weak-minded goddess and the unfortunate hunter.
“So, adding to what you’ve said so far, I’ve made this guess.”
I said, raising my finger.
“While Satis was unable to intervene on earth, did not his followers imitate the power bestowed on the first hounds? By using the divine power they have accumulated.”
Isn’t the magic that imitates the gods mysterious?
There is also an example of the ancient Romanians, who worshiped outstanding humans as gods after Ragnarok.
‘And my beast return is a good example.’
Pray to the Sky God (yáǵeswō deiwōm dyēus).
It is a funny prayer. Odin died immediately, and the remaining ghosts were A.I. Just a secretary
What’s the use of praying to a dead god?
Satis can close his eyes and intervene, but those gods can’t do anything when they’re dead.
But I’m using this magic well. Even the mana of the already dead Gushin is full in my mana box.
Why does this contradiction exist?
That’s because, as I said with Veronica the other day, Beast Return is not a magic that receives power from Odin.
This magic of hers is her ‘mimicry’ technique.
It is not a structure that inherits Odin’s power, so it can be used well after she dies.
‘Old God’s mana is like that too. I can accumulate this mana as much as I want even now, even after all the Old Gods have run out.’
By the same principle, even if Satis does not share the power, wouldn’t the followers be able to accumulate mana similar to Satis’ mana through training?
‘Otherwise, there would be no religion of gods who lost their lives long ago like the Church of Hathor.’
If you can’t build up mana just because a god is dead, there’s going to be a whole bunch of people who believe in them.
Only the extreme johnbeochung and religious people will remain.
Even if I put in the same effort, I can’t get anything, but if the Buddhists next door say they’ve learned the height of the Tathagata~, isn’t it normal to change lines right away?
“So you risked your life to imitate the first hunters. As a punishment and as a warning.”
In fact, from her point of view, she couldn’t intervene directly, that method was the best.
It would have been less burdensome for the gay world to come to her with a soul the size of a mouse than for her to come down to her earth and punish her.
‘Still, the divine magic that mimics Satis’ eyes has been handed down to the present day.’
We do not know what Satis has done to the souls that have recently come before him.
But he probably wouldn’t have punished them like they did to the zealots of old.
The hounds of today are people with the right meaning, and Satis is also a warrior who has accomplished his task, he said in a tone of acknowledgment of his efforts.
“That’s why I don’t have any intention of classifying Satis-nim as good or bad. In fact, I’m not even a person who deserves it.”
I climbed into her palm and pointed at her.
To feel responsible for her own followers and bestow her powers.
That in itself was proof that there was no malice in Satis’ actions.
You must not bring the dead back to life. Or maybe, being her god of the hunt, she didn’t have the ability to bring her dead back to life.
She thus bestowed upon her powers to help her live on in the future.
Of course, it’s hard to say that it was a wise choice.
He said he shouldn’t have intervened in the world, but he also has a moral responsibility for not being able to stop his followers from running out of control.
‘But it’s not the Professor Slayer’s job to punish them.’
If there had been any hint of Satis’ own selfish malice in the ending, I would have regarded this goddess as just an evil professor.
Even if he couldn’t punish him right away, he would have made him pay the price in the future.
But Satis did not do her professorship of taking advantage of her others for her own sake. She just hopes for the best and her undertaking has failed fatally.
If she was to blame for her poor conditions and lack of ability, that would be the only story. I closed my eyes with a heavy heart.
‘The only thing a professor slayer can punish is the professor.’
She has no right to punish me for my mistakes.
What can I say about the wrongdoing of Mr. Sa, who is a doctor of hunting studies, as I am not even the party? That must have been more than arrogance.
If Satis were human, she would have left judgment to society’s rule of law, but she doesn’t even have laws to punish gods.
“It’s just, it’s kind of ironic.”
Was it like that? When I realized, I was shaking my head not as the Professor Slayer Kang Buk-ho, but as Nord, Odin’s successor.
“I hoped that such a joke of fate would only exist in myths.”
Odin’s mistake caused Ragnarok, and because of that, she lost everything and was unable to take care of her followers.
Recognizing her anger, the followers crossed the frontlines and started a witch hunt for black magicians.
Satis tried to take care of the tragedy by breaking the rules he set for himself, but failed.
Because the result of breaking the rules came back to the worst outcome, he ended himself and returned to the attitude of not intervening in the world of humans like the first time.
The mad dogs of the past, who used to accuse innocent people of being warlocks, are now becoming trustworthy hunting dogs and contributing to the peace of this country.
Doesn’t this all seem like a vicious trick of fate?
It was such an irony to turn around and change positions.
That Satis, who resented Odin for dealing with her black magic and inflicting endless pain on herself, is now burdened with similar guilt and remorse.
I’m sick of the word fate once again.
—… Right. You.
Satis murmured.
—You, you came to observe me.
When she stopped her bloody tears and murmured, I was already back at the plaza where the statue of the goddess was erected.
