Chapter 599 – Three Way Meeting (4)
——I am the child of a beast who has broken his sense. Why are you wandering around the foreign world?
It was a question that seemed to detect that I was not from this world.
I flinched for a moment, but the others didn’t move as if they hadn’t heard the voice. No, suddenly to the goddess Yo Wassup? There are eyes looking at the madman who talks.
Maybe that’s telepathy that only I can hear.
I rolled my eyes and answered with the rune of ᚨ (Ansuz).
-I was swept away by chance. It was an unfortunate accident, but now I don’t think it’s too bad that I came to this world.
I must have been quite a novelty to Satis.
She and the old servants of Germania were in the same position as the royal family of another country. I don’t know how much you know about the secret situation.
Still, you probably know at least that I am a human on Earth.
Satis listened to the one-way telepathy sent by rune magic, and asked a question with sunken eyes.
-Do you want to go back to where you were?
─Yes? Uh…
It was an unexpected question, so I hesitated to answer.
Although this meeting was simpler than expected, it cannot be said that there will be another opportunity to see Shin and Shobu, who have survived to the present day.
—… No. I will try myself.
But I shook my head at the thought.
Even though I’m a powerless specter, Odin didn’t say he would send me back to my original world.
Is it possible for the god of hunting to do what is impossible for the god of magic?
I didn’t know it might be possible, but I saw it wasn’t. The gods of this world were not omnipotent and omnipotent. Even if they dare not say that they are weak, they are beings with their own specialties and limitations.
I know that returning isn’t impossible, so that’s enough for now.
“Rather than that, there’s something else I’d like to ask of you.”
Still, this conversation was not useless. Because it was a topic that was about to catch up on a topic that was difficult for me to bring up first.
“I want to break the curse on her and her clan.”
Satis seemed to be waiting for my explanation. It could have been a burden, but thanks to Nefertiti, I have mastered how to talk to a silent opponent.
“I heard that the power of the gods is needed for perfect Haeju. If the ancient prophecy is correct, they should have been saved in the distant past.”
In my experience, at times like this, just spit out what I have to say. Once he had said all he had to say, whatever answer would come back.
“I want to give the gift of serenity to my precious wife and her relatives. Please, God of Hunting, please lend your strength to it.”
The teacher seemed to be taken aback and understood what I was saying.
I’m sorry. Even if I were like me, if a barbarian babbled in a foreign language to my boss who was like the sky, my heart would have been quite scared even if I understood just a few of them.
Satis tilted his head slightly. This goddess seemed to recognize Veronica at once, who hid her horns.
If I repeat the aforementioned notion that I am not omnipotent, I don’t know if that might be Satis’ speciality—authority—. The power to see through the soul or essence.
—Are they descendants of Sleipnir?
—… That’s right. She was given the name Veronica Eclipsis by her mother.
Veronica seemed to feel the pressure on her but straightened her back and she walked up to me. Her party, she must have thought that she couldn’t just leave her to me.
-The beginning of Ragnarok was Loki’s fall.
Satis said in an emotionless voice.
—And he was Odin’s sworn brother, and the mother of your ancestor Sleipnir. Therefore, you can be said to be his distant descendant.
She might have had enough reasons to refuse Haeju. As Veronica bowed her head, Satis spoke to the pontiff this time.
-You are my best child.
“Yes! The current leader is here!”
—Forgive me for not being with you in your suffering.
The headmaster seemed momentarily shocked, but those eyes filled with emotion were clouded by joy rather than betrayal or sadness.
《… It’s a thousand words!!!”
He held back tears and hung his head.
It was an answer that seemed to have been repaid just by hearing those words now. Is that what faith is? I don’t know if I don’t look for God even when drawing.
—You, my brave follower who accomplished the task.
The next one to speak was Oftum, who was lying in an awkward position.
“Yes! Your hound is here!”
Oftum quickly rose from the coffin. Phew, you’re still alive. I don’t know if I should say this, but I’m glad I’m alive.
The goddess statue, which was difficult to look up at, said with her back erect.
——Originally, the reason I collected your souls was to receive a fair price from the children who coveted undeserved authority.
“Yes. He knows that too.”
—But not now. I will see if your work is worthy of placing your soul by my side.
Although it seemed like a unilateral declaration, it felt like a goddess asking permission from humans.
“Yes. Please do as you please.”
Off Tomb nodded as if he sensed it, and at that moment Satis’ eyes shone strangely. It was like a hunter searching for footsteps left in the forest at night.
Satis, who seemed to have confirmed the opponent of Off Tomb’s revenge, naturally fell silent with his eyes half-opened. I waited for the right timing and intervened.
“Even the daughter of the first hunter came punishment and rest.”
… With a bang!
For the first time, Satis reacted as humanly as the gods I knew. She turned her head and looked at me as if caught off guard.
The goddess spoke in silence for a long or short time.
—… I am indebted to you.
“I didn’t dare to say that I helped clear up old mistakes. As a result, that’s just what happened. I don’t like it very much, but maybe it was meant to be.”
-You know a lot about me even though it’s the first time I’ve met you. Reminds me of that woman to that point.
Perhaps, from what I just said, he seemed to have noticed that I knew the story of the Age of Gods myth, the story of the first hunter and his daughter, woven by Satis.
Satis did not ask the old-fashioned question of how he knew such an old thing. He went straight to the gate without being shameless or embarrassed.
—Do you want me to defend myself? He is a descendant of Heavenly God.
You know my identity from one to ten. I scratched my cheek.
She was like a goddess of hunting and bestowed with the power to see through the nature of her prey. Indeed, it is clear that the soul of a human being or something similar can be easily penetrated.
“I don’t want to ask why you did it while digging up the old things. I can imagine it even if I don’t have to ask.”
But rather, thanks to that great eye, I got the confidence to bring up the story I had prepared without worrying too much.
—… What?
“I consider the gods of this world, including Satis-sama, to be, so to speak, physical phenomena that have their own self.”
It was not something to say to a god who had descended directly in a place where a religious group’s sublime ritual was taking place.
I also thought so when I said it, so I fully understood the feelings of the other people who were staring at me with their mouths wide open. You must be crazy about this kitai gangster warrior.
─Why do you think so?
Satis, possessed by the statue, asked.
Those pupils were the only ones that were less lively than the statues. It would have been more realistic to say that it was paint on a canvas depicting a disabled person.
Looking at her like that, I replied.
“Because it is fair. To the believers, and to God himself.”
As far as I know, there is no law without exceptions.
It was the same on my home planet.
Regardless of country or era, even for the same crime, the judgment or punishment was often different. It’s to the point where I’m used to hearing such news anywhere.
Even with the same law, someone gets a suspended sentence, and someone else rots in prison for the rest of their lives.
The law was a contradictory existence that had both the light of flexibility and the shadow of central heating.
‘It’s made by people, so it’s only natural that it has limitations and problems.’
That is what Kang Buk-ho, a veterinary student from science, always thought of.
Among the laws that make up the world, the only thing that can be said to be equal is the law of nature.
“The daughter of the first hunter I killed, a warlock who called herself Equinox, also said that. An arrow shot once never stops, and the gods are no different.”
—… …
“So I thought too. Let’s consider fate not from a magical point of view, but from a logical way.”
Just as the gods are equal, so are the laws of nature.
Some people fall to their death when they throw themselves off a cliff, while others are loved by the law of gravity and never fly away.
There is a way to resist the fall, but basically the will of nature intervenes in the workings of the laws of nature? There is no such thing in this fantasy different world land.
A creature that falls off a cliff is doomed to die if it does not stop its fall on its own.
A fate that the gods can never go against.
“Let’s take an example. If you throw a piece of ice into a furnace, of course it will melt. Even if you repeat it 100 times or 1000 times, the result is the same.”
If the variables such as the size and temperature of the furnace and ice are the same, then it is inevitable.
It is a cold result that can be calculated even with the bleak sensibility of science.
‘And that’s a prophecy spoken in another world.’
I was the one who tried to scientifically interpret the prophecies of fantasy like an earthling.
‘To put it bluntly, prophecies are like extremely precise stock predictions, right?’
Just like I talked to my wives before.
Of course, no matter how precise you are, you may be wrong. Because there are variables in any plan.
In the yard where the weather forecast, which is the crystallization of earth science, is also wrong, are you trying to achieve a 100% hit rate with a fantastic repair repair magic crystal ball? You’re not being cheeky.
Of course, the fact that if you throw ice into a furnace it will melt is neither predictable nor anything. It’s simple common sense that even elderly people with dementia would answer if asked.
But what if I’m about to throw ice and Audrey slaps me on the shoulder because she doesn’t like the way it looks?
The aim of the hand that throws the ice is going to be an idiot, and it will bounce off the wall. Of course the ice doesn’t melt either.
What if I try to throw ice and Clara is going to go crazy over what she’s doing to someone else’s furnace? Again, the ice that failed to enter the furnace will not melt.
This is the principle where the prophecy goes wrong.
The human will acted as a variable, so the prediction was wrong.
‘But what about the gods?’
Gods do not have such a variable.
The reason is unclear, but perhaps it is because the gods are so powerful.
I spoke to Satis, who had no answer.
“The reason the gods can’t escape fate is, paradoxically, because your power and your way of being are perfect. Since the formula is perfect, the answer must always be the same.”
1+1 equals 2. This is a law that has been set that way from the beginning, like melting ice.
You could call it destiny in a narrow sense.
And if 1+1 equals 2, necessarily 2+2 equals 4.
But if the formula 2+2 has an ego, let’s say you don’t like the fact that your answer is 4.
Fucking like this, it must be 4. It was obviously pretty fucked up.
It is a terrible number for Kang Buk-ho, an Asian Confucian man who does not mark the 4th floor even in the elevator. Even the gods didn’t like it. I also did well to increase his wives to 5.
But what if they don’t like it?
The formula of ‘2+2’, the gods of another world were in a position not to criticize the conclusion.
Even if they clearly knew that their future was destruction, there would have been no way to make 1+1 into 3.
That is why the gods cannot go against fate.
In order to change that answer, he has no choice but to become ‘2’ and not be God.
Their existence itself is a problem, but is there a solution? It’s the same as arguing, ‘Cancer cells are also your cells, so why are they dying because you can’t guard them?’
Just like 2 plus 2 is 4.
God plus Ragnarok is shit.
“So, prophecies about the gods never go wrong. Destiny is a series of inevitability, and inevitability refers to things that are right, like melting ice in a furnace.”
If we are humans grunting between the furnace and the ice, the gods are the furnace and the ice itself.
And as I said before, the will does not intervene in the laws of nature.
Would the third ice toss the blast furnace in anger at the deaths of the mother ice and the father ice, or would the furnace shed tears and lower the temperature when it saw the ice dying like a moth?
People who really believe that way have seen a lot of cartoons.
Such a genre is the gamseong of literature and writers. It would be useless in front of the cold and ruthless science department even if I made it into a poem and put it in a Korean textbook.
Even if you recite the poem and throw ice, the blast furnaces will be moved by the wind, and you will say to the ice, ‘Go! The next time we meet is an enemy!”
“Even the gods who tried to resist fate couldn’t escape from their own way of being.”
Would unicorns and bicorns, which ceased to be gods at all, be an exception?
Other gods survived because they accepted destruction, died trying to prevent it, or, like Satis, were not foretold to death in prophecy.
“So that’s what I think. God is an equal being from a macroscopic point of view.”
I shrugged.
“If that equality had been nothing more than belief or stubbornness, I would not have dared to come see Satis. It’s hard to convince even one human old man, but you’re breaking the will of God? It must be a heavy burden.”
I can’t believe I’m like an old man, ‘Anyway, I don’t intervene in the human world. There are no exceptions, would you have come to whine against a goddess who tut-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too-too of the goddess for a look?”
If it was a problem that would end up with my Gao getting hurt, I would have prayed for our cute Veronica with the Grandjeal worn all day long, but things weren’t like that.
What was unusual about Naero Nambul?
In that sense, the gods were fair to themselves.
Whether you wanted that fairness or not.
I moistened my lips for a moment. This long story is all an appetizer before leading the main topic. From now on, this is what I really wanted to say.
—… Do you know why I hate Shinigami?
However, when he opened his mouth like that, the muttering of Satis, who had been keeping his mouth shut, flowed out.
She lowered her head and met her eyes with me, the size of her palm.
——It is because Odin was the cause of Ragnarok.
