Chapter 223 – But What Now? (One)
The next morning, I walked to a hospital in Landfill West. It wasn’t that there was a problem with the lower body due to the continuous ejaculation that went beyond the limit, but it was to visit a patient there. Thanks to contacting the hospital in advance, I was able to enter the hospital room safely, avoiding the fans who liked me too much and believed in me, and the anti-fans who said they didn’t like my actions and tried to approach me while hiding a knife.
“It’s been a while. You don’t seem to be saying much to ask how you’ve been.”
“Heh heh… But how is it that he’s not dead?”
The patient who greeted me in the intensive care unit I visited was the director of Breakwing Prison… No, now that the prison is gone, it should be called Breakwing Alvaros. His face was emaciated and he tried to get up with a pitiful smile on his face, but I held him back and I sat down on a chair in the hospital room next to him.
“Well, from what I’ve heard, he said he was in very serious condition when he was admitted to the hospital yesterday. He got this much better in just one day, so I’d say it’s a good thing.”
“Yes… I almost died yesterday.”
An incident initiated by Justia, the goddess of justice. She mobilizes all of her followers to attack Landfill simultaneously, and in the meantime, she herself enters the conference hall where all representatives of the seven cities are gathered through the fantasy space created by Elder Nemu, one of her own apostles. He appeared in person and tried to kill everyone. After fleeing to her dream realm with the help of her fortunate dream horse, Mono, her death goddess Hel and her father, Loki, came to her aid, and then, with her own hands, she was personally rehabilitated.
Justia’s plan is to cause great chaos in Atipia by taking care of all the representatives of the seven cities who have gathered in the conference hall to resolve the confusion after blaming Landfill for Skylon’s invasion. In this way, the world of Atipia was turned into a mess in an instant, and to those who coveted the world, they started a war between the gods by instigating and fabricating everything, saying that everything was a trick of the old gods.
Atipia is the world closest to perfection in existence, so it is coveted by many gods, and if there is a problem in Atipia, the representatives of the seven cities gather together to decide how to deal with it through a meeting, taking advantage of their personal revenge. The goddess who tried to achieve this was eventually defeated by a single human sponsored by the old god she hated so much.
The director of Breakwing, the manager of the largest concentration camp cage in the floating city of Skylon, went missing during the Skylon crash and went missing. And at the same time as I defeated Justia yesterday, I was found exhausted near the outer wall of Landfill, and I was barely alive thanks to being hospitalized in such a hurry.
“First of all, All of Justia’s plans have been ruined, but we still have to look into the context. I’d like to hear what happened at the time of her disappearance.”
“…Yes, then I’ll tell you all I can.”
*
“…What do you mean by that? To make Skyron crash… Why the hell did you do that…!”
Towards her believer, who dared to ask her reason for her own command, Justia spoke again in a voice that contained her anger.
[Have you ever given permission to ask why her orders? No, no You just have to follow what I tell you to do. If you do what I tell you to do, everything will work out. Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it all thanks to me that you were able to come to that place?]
Break Wing bit his mouth tightly. What she said was true. An inferior child who was ignored and ridiculed by his own people because he had a deformed wing from birth, became the manager of the largest concentration camp in a huge city floating in the sky, thanks to doing what the goddess in front of him told him to do. But for that, he had to sacrifice a lot too. In order to become the master of a prison that imprisoned the worst of men forever, at the word of her goddess he stabbed and slashed his enemies and slashed his kinsmen…
At the end of that struggle, even his own people, who were the only ones to reach out to him when everyone else was ignoring them, were cut down. Even as the light of her life went out, her gaze that did not leave him until the end was his worst choice, still haunting him in the form of a nightmare. If he could turn back time he made a choice he would never have made again, but the deal was over and the results were irreversible. All that was left of him was the modest power he had obtained as a reward for being deceived by the god who seemed benevolent, and a handful of insignificant powers.
However, if he denied even that, Break Wing became more and more obsessed with power because the crime he had committed would be nothing, and the lives of his fellow countrymen who died would be meaningless. Because their lives had to prove that their actions were not meaningless.
Was it such a great sin to question the order to throw all the power he had attained as a god’s puppet to the ground along with innocent lives?
“When Skyron goes down, the caged prisoners will be freed!”
[Yes. All those I specially selected and imprisoned through the Hound Troop will be released and disturb the world. It is to use a small evil to eliminate a greater evil.]
“Innocent innocents will lose their lives!”
[Yes. By sacrificing the lives of lambs, a platform for a better world will be built. They strike the old evil that does not change, and become the cornerstone for a new world.]
“…”
Words don’t work.
Only that self-righteous man who believes that the only way he believes is the only way. Breakwing realized. To her, she ordered this terrible self-destruction, to consume herself for her own ends, because she was no longer of any use.
“…Do you know why I trusted you?”
[For revenge. To your own people who ignored and mocked you because you were weak.]
“There’s a reason for that. But that wasn’t all. What I wanted was a better world. I wanted a warmer world where people with disabilities don’t have to be discriminated against. But, now I know. If you follow me, that world won’t come.”
[Yes. All this for a better world.]
“A better world? A better world for whom? At your word, no one will be left behind!”
Clap. Breakwing raised his weapon. She once pretended to be her saving hand to herself, towards the goddess she had pushed herself to the bottom of hell.
[Stop being silly and lower your weapon, Breakwing. And follow my orders.]
“I’m not sure that a god-made world that takes the sacrifice of its innocent inhabitants for granted is really a better world!”
Breaking down in guilt and eventually cooling off, but one day, through a man he met by chance, he forged a burning passion into his weapon, and Break Wing spoke with a determined voice.
“If you wish to seek revenge, please use only your own life.
[…Breakwing..!]
Break Wing, who flipped her seizure switch, swung her weapon at the god with unshakable will.
*
“And you hit it.”
“…Hmm, keuhm. That, you’re talking too much. Can you just… Tell me that the enemy was harder than I thought?”
“He said he hit that bitch.”
“…I’ll just say it.”
Skyron’s fall was caused by destroying Skyron’s power unit from within. Breakwing stubbornly refused her order, but there was no way that a single species could win against a god by force. After losing all of his divine power back to the original owner, he resisted as much as possible, wielding the awakened incarnation through me… But was eventually defeated and locked in his room. The room locked by Justia’s power could not be opened no matter what, and in the meantime, Justia ordered the other followers inside Skyron to destroy Skyron’s power unit.
The power unit that made the floating city float in the sky exploded, and Skylon lost its floating power and crashed into the wilderness near Landfill. In the process, a large number of prisoners imprisoned in cages escaped, and while the rescuers I sent rescued victims stranded here and there in the wilderness, Breakwing was said to have been confined to his room. Then, one day, the power that prevented him from leaving the room suddenly disappeared, and Break Wing desperately flapped his wings to lead his tired body, and finally passed out near the outer wall of Landfill.
Apparently, when Eustia fought us, she gathered her power and even recovered her power that had imprisoned Break Wing. It seems that the reason why he did not kill Breakwing and only imprisoned him was to cause him to die a natural death. If Skyron crashed and the prison warden was murdered, there might be a conspiracy, and someone might try to dig into the inside story in detail. It must have been a long time ago, so we can only see that the survivor who could not be rescued died.
“Well, you’ve worked hard. In the process of recovering her divine power from Old Lady Justia, her life force was also taken away, so she must have been very tired, but you managed to come this far.”
“In a state of hazy consciousness, I desperately flapped my wings with just the thought of wanting to live, and it arrived before I knew it. Of course, I was drowsy as soon as I arrived…”
“I almost couldn’t wake up for the rest of my life, but I came to my senses and it worked.”
The Skylon crashed and the caged prisoners escaped, many of them to the nearby Landfill. Prisoners in cages sneaked into the city while Landfill was busy rescuing survivors who had crashed in the wilderness, so I needed someone to weed them out and re-enclose them. So I hired Breakwing and all his men.
After Justia’s incident, everyone was exhausted trying to figure things out, but especially I had to suffer a lot. I couldn’t sleep properly for a week, and I didn’t have time to deal with Mono properly because I worked overtime, and as soon as the work was over, I was squeezed again by the starving Mono. Damn Justia, the next time I see you, I’ll stick a torch in your ass hole.
Elder Nemu, who sided with Justia in this case, fled to Maboroshima and opened an illusionary barrier to completely cut off contact with the outside world. However, the reason why he was able to maintain the illusion of protecting the entire island for a long time was thanks to Justia’s power, so it was clear how long he would survive now that Justia was incapacitated.
Once that damned barrier disappears, Maboroshima is doomed to be wiped off the map forever under an all-out attack from the cities of angry representatives, myself included. The reason why the small island was able to belong to one of the seven large cities in the first place is because of the strong barrier that protects the island from outsiders, but since the existence that maintained it has disappeared… It seems that new representatives will be selected to supplement them. Well, that has nothing to do with me.
The troops sent by Justia to attack Landfill did not attack in one place, but came scattered among themselves, so my friends, like the falling catastrophe or sheep and wolves, stepped out and defeated them individually. As for the survivors who escaped, Eustia recovered his divine power to gather strength and even sucked up all of his life force, so there were no followers of Justia left in Atipia.
At first, the city management was just dull, but after going through all kinds of hardships, it is now slowly entering a period of stability. Even if I suddenly disappeared, there would be no problem with the city running for a while.
*
“What’s going on this time?”
Moon sea. The realm of the old gods that Mono connected through the realm of dreams when dealing with Justia, and the place where Nia-san and allied lunar beasts live. There, I was alone with Nia, my sponsor and business partner.
[As you know, it’s a problem about Justia.]
Appearing as a young man in a black suit, Nia calmly continued his explanation.
[If we hadn’t stopped her this time, there would have been no small damage on our side.]
The big picture of the war of the gods drawn by Justia was a huge mural that had to fill a wall, but the only tool in her hand was a cotton swab. It would be virtually impossible to paint a mural with just that small cotton swab, so most of them thought that it would be impossible even if they knew about her plan to some extent, and neglected it. Raised
Atipia, coveted by many gods. By throwing it into the fire, the plan to use the feud between the gods to strike the old god, to blow his nose without using his hands, actually almost succeeded.
[Especially you suffered a lot. So, along with a few small rewards, I’m going to make an offer.]
“Hmm… Let’s listen first.”
[First of all, the proposal to confuse Atipia… You know that’s to make Atipia stronger and more complete, right?]
“Yes, of course.”
A lot of things happened when I came to Atipia, and there were big changes as a result. Representatively, the huge city of Eldland became a subordinate country of Landfill, and Landfill became a city no longer a trash can in the world.
[As Eldland collapsed, the merchants who depended on Vilgames were in great danger, and they moved to each city to survive. Thanks to that, the commerce that went back to the center of Eldland was able to spread widely as a whole. And with the advent of a new city called Landfill, strangers have another option besides the Adventurer’s Guild, Magistos, and Metaverse City. It did a lot better than I thought.]
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever been praised by someone, so I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.
[Some things I’ve been doing, and some things I’ve stopped Justia this time…]
Damn He flicked his hand, and his water surface parted, reminding him of one of the cages that imprisoned beasts.
[I thought it would be nice if I appreciated your hard work and gave you a reward. Of course, it is under the assumption that you accept the proposal from now on.]
“That offer…”
The one who was imprisoned in the animal cage called by Nia-san was Justia, who was piercing through all the holes in her body with all sorts of creepy and grotesque tentacles that could only come out of erotic comics, while still glaring at Nia-me and me with hateful and murderous gazes. .
[Eustia lost all of her position and her base because of this incident. However, during her investigation it was revealed that she had stolen a few more of her scales of equality and were quite strong. However, it is not known where the sacred object in question is located, and the person responsible for it is refusing to make a statement. Presumably she hid them as hostages of sorts, in case she failed. Of course, sacred objects are important, but Justia’s punishment cannot be withheld in order to recover them. So, in the end, if the location of her god is not revealed within 50 days, everyone agreed to just give up and dispose of her.]
“…”
[Surprisingly, though, I know a man who trained Shin. So, I took over her identity yesterday.]
In other words, Nia-san’s suggestion is this.
Within 49 days, train that woman as you did with Hel, the goddess of death, and make her blow the location of the hidden god with her own mouth.
[It is your choice whether to accept this offer or not. And if you fail, I won’t hold you accountable. But if you succeed… I will grant you one of your wishes, apart from the reward for the proposal to cause chaos in Atipia.]
