## Chapter 1734 – Chronicles of a Black-Haired Foreigner – The Life of a Transcendent
ㅡThump-thump!
My heart is racing at the thought of creating something after so long and applying it directly. Come to think of it, I did have an artistic and craftsman-like side to me. I was someone with a talent in that area.
Look at Nick. He takes after me and has a rich artistic temperament, doesn’t he? Similarly, Shuka also finds great joy in creating things.
So the blood of an artist is passed down, after all.
“Of course, it is.”
A smile naturally spreads across my face.
“Hehe, Master. You seem to be in a good mood.”
“Of course, I am. I’m so excited to think about making something with Elise right now.”
“Ah…!”
Elise’s face turns bright red at those words. What a cute girl. After being embarrassed for a moment, Elise covered her mouth with one hand and said softly.
“I, I am also very excited, Master. To create hell together and plan how to operate it… I feel like I’m on a picnic.”
Elise said that and smiled so warmly. Surely, the fires of hell would be as warm as Elise’s smile.
I don’t know about my other wives, but Elise likes things related to punishment.
“Hehehe, me too. And there’s also that, right?”
“What are you referring to?”
“The fact that we enjoy making things. That means we have the soul of an artist. Inside our hearts.”
“Ah.”
Art is important.
“Nick too, and Shuka too. They both like making things. My artistic soul has been inherited by them all. Thinking about that makes this so fun and warms my heart.”
“Hehehe, is that so? Well, I have always known that Master possesses artistic talent. You have always had a rich sensibility in that area.”
“Right? Kya! Elise always understands!”
If it were Winia or Karin, they would have denied my soul, saying, “What artist are you?” But Elise understands. That was so touching.
“Anyone in this world would acknowledge it if Master said so. Master is the greatest artist in this world. The Cheonma Divine Kingdom is proof of that. Hehe.”
Elise concluded with a very satisfied expression. That’s right. In the first place, the standard of art is this Cheonma Kim Katz. What else could be art?
“Ah, but Rica has rarely shown interest in creation.”
“That’s because we didn’t ask her properly or find out. If we look closely, Rica might have an artistic side too, right?”
“We must talk to her about it! Ah! And Rica would probably love stories about hell! Wouldn’t she be able to come up with a more wonderful hell with her unique, pure imagination?”
“Oh! That’s it!”
A child’s unique, pure imagination. We could create an even more wonderful hell with that. I’m already excited. Creation is so much fun.
This will be even more fun when I’m making a second child with my wives, right?
* * *
“Alright. Let’s start again.”
“Understood!”
I immediately descended and created the Cheonma Gourd. And without hesitation, I sucked up the protesters.
ㅡWhoooooosh!
“Aaaaaaaagh!”
“Uaaaaagh!”
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!”
The protesters, gathered in the tens of thousands, were sucked into the Cheonma Gourd, leaving only screams behind. Now, I will throw these guys into the newly reorganized mental education hell and educate them.
“Wow, but holding these people like this.”
It reminds me of the old days.
“Do you feel anything special?”
“More or less. When I was young, I used to climb mountains and play by catching insects.”
“What cute memories. Do you see these humans like that?”
“Well, yeah. I think it felt just like this when I went to the stream and caught minnows.”
ㅡWhoooooosh!
Tens of thousands of protesters are instantly sucked into the gourd. For now, I’ve put them all in the reserve dimension. Because the hell needs reorganization work.
I’ll catch them all first, then reorganize, and then put them there. It’s a truly perfect operation. The people who receive education and return to reality will all be pacifists.
“Shall we go somewhere else?”
“We must hurry! There are still many people protesting!”
“Alright!”
ㅡWhoosh!
In that way, I flew around the surface of the planet with Elise and put all the protesters demonstrating in various parts of the world into the gourd.
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy!!”
“We just wanted freedommmmmmmmm!”
“Save meeeeeeeeeee!”
Gathering and gathering, I instantly kidnapped hundreds of thousands of people. I can’t accept protests for freedom. Well, after catching all the protesters, Elise said.
“Master! I think we’ve caught them all! Let’s educate them quickly and then release them!”
“It feels like catching fish and then letting them go.”
So heartwarming.
“But there’s more work to be done.”
I’ve traveled around the world and kidnapped hundreds of thousands of protesters in an instant. Naturally, the media in each country is in an uproar.
I broke into the headquarters of the national leaders and turned on the news, and indeed.
“G, God is sucking up all the protesters! A gourd! They’re going inside the gourd! What will happen to them!”
The news is in full swing.
“Those were peaceful protesters! But to do such a thing…!”
My next target has been decided.
“The media.”
“Didn’t you judge them all last time?”
“I did.”
When I conquered this planet, I also destroyed the media. Because they were making all sorts of false propaganda in the name of war. But it’s still like this.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes!”
First, I need to paralyze the media around the world. Thinking that, I descended on the largest media company.
“Huk!”
“He’s here!”
I stopped the rampaging reporters.
“Listen, foolish humans. If you do anything that goes against my will, I will catch you all. Do you understand? You have no freedom. There will only be control by God. You must report properly. Those protesters were a gathering of warmongers. They have been judged by God, so report it well.”
As soon as I said that.
“W, we have freedom of the press…!”
One guy protested.
“Why didn’t you say that during the war?”
“Th, that’s!”
“You’re going too.”
Like that.
ㅡWhoooooooooosh!
I, along with Elise, caught all the humans we could catch. Of course, only protesters. Terrorists were executed on the spot, and their souls were harvested.
* * *
“Master! Exactly 877,217 people have been caught! Now we must imprison them in the mental education hell!”
Elise said after looking into the human storage pocket dimension.
“Alright.”
I’ll keep them here for a while, and now I’m going to reorganize the mental education hell. It needs to be made a little better for the education to be effective. If it’s a mess, the education won’t work.
ㅡFwoosh!
So I started creating it anew.
“So, Maharun.”
“Yes! Cheonma-nim! Just give me your orders!”
“You’ve memorized the Fusion Confucian scriptures and the mindset properly, right?”
“Yes! From the first chapter to the last! I can recite it all!”
“Alright. From now on, you will work as an instructor in the mental education dimension. You will give mental education to the people there. Do you understand?”
“Understood!!!”
I have a capable assistant, so I don’t have to worry about this part.
“Then, start creating.”
“Master. Do we really need the sugarcane field?”
“Of course.”
“But I doubt that nearly a million people will want to do farm work.”
“Of course, they won’t want to. But there are restrictions in this space.”
I set the rules.
ㅡSlap!
In this space, if you don’t engage in the act of cultivating sugarcane, you will continuously experience pain as if needles are pricking your abdomen. This pain is inflicted during regular working hours, from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. The rest of the time is for mental education and sleep, so it’s okay.
“In other words, they have no choice but to constantly cultivate sugarcane during working hours! What a great system!”
“So there’s no need to have guards separately.”
The people trapped in here just need to harvest sugarcane and receive mental education from Maharun. Of course, Maharun knows how to use clone magic.
“Then, I’ll place a large sugarcane field here that can be used by 10,000 people… and build dormitory facilities. I’ll put up a fence all around and make a hundred of the same thing.”
In that way, I directly create a sub-dimension for punishment and use my power to create the environment inside.
This is a dimension where I imprison guys who just need a little mental education. The purpose is to do mental education and ‘send them back,’ so it’s a place where they enter alive, not in a soul state. Similarly, since I have to send them back alive, I maintain their health with my power. I can sprinkle my power slightly inside the dimension to make it possible to replenish nutrients just by breathing.
“Hehehe, watching you arrange fields and buildings in this empty dimension is strangely fun. I’m sure there was something similar to this in the Earth game.”
“Minecraft?”
“Is that it? Ah, Master. Let’s put up a statue of Master in the center.”
“Good!”
Wow, but.
“Hehehe, but as I’m reorganizing this, it reminds me of the prison I used to run.”
“Prison?”
“Yeah. Prison.”
Thinking about that.
“Kuhuk…!”
My heart swells.
It was all destroyed by the attack of that bastard who invaded at that time. The whereabouts of Warden Jabong Daily Jones are also unknown. They’re all dead. The prisoners too, the guards too.
But.
Everyone at the prison… came to cheer me on.
“They came to cheer me on.”
In fact, that was a delusion I had at the time, but whatever, the most important thing is my thoughts. It’s a fact that I gained strength by mistaking the clinging evil spirits for cheers, so it’s true that they cheered me on.
If they were alive, they would still be imprisoned. It was a truly unfortunate thing. I didn’t have the power to harvest souls back then, so. They all escaped by dying. Some of them were subordinated within my barrier, but there would be more who weren’t.
“It’s a shame, a shame.”
There’s nothing I can do about the guys who died before I became a god.
Is life and soul so fleeting? I couldn’t help but think that.
