Chapter 842 – Hyeonae Salsu (7)
Want to be a god?
It was a very out of the blue and strange proposition. Rather than thinking about the meaning of the request, I decided to just honestly ask whatever came to my mind.
“What do you mean what do you want me to do?”
It probably doesn’t mean to make me stronger.
‘If it’s to my advantage, there’s no reason to ask for it.’
As usual, he must have boasted proudly, saying, “If you do this, you can become much stronger.” Besides, the way for me to become stronger is already discussed.
They were talking about how to extract power from Vesta’s throne.
‘Rather than that, it was a plea to help Veronica become stronger. Considering the context–‘
A bolt of lightning flashed through my brain as I was afraid to ask the question.
The knowledge of the other world spontaneously merged with the conversation so far and came up with an answer. As if Veronica had no intention of guessing correctly, she laughed.
“It’s been a long time, so don’t talk any longer. To put it bluntly, it is the relationship between God and the priest. Like those Vesta, Pomona, and Romulus.”
“Aha. It means that you want me to be behind you.”
“… Behind the scenes?”
“There is such a thing. Like a sponsor.”
Believers, priests, and priests of another world.
In fact, their strength was not very different from
It’s just that the level of power gained from gods and thrones is a bit weak.
‘But there are other points.’
Didn’t you just say that a while ago?
The artificial throne did not directly distribute power to its followers. Unlike the real gods of the old days, the nature of the artificial gods without any self is similar to the game system or A.I.
‘According to the characteristics of each artificial god seat, it grows the more you pray or devote yourself to it.’
─Pray every morning (0/100). Reward: 300 mana.
─Exterminate undead (0/10). Reward: 500 mana.
It just feels like that.
Something like a quest to raise the mana stat. Rather than directly bestowing blessings or blessings on followers as in the case of Satis, wouldn’t it feel like encouraging the growth of those who met the conditions?
‘And depending on the position, it provides more direct and powerful backup.’
It’s a blessing or protection that the church calls for.
The skill set obtained by the 3rd job ‘Pope’ must be different from that of the 1st job ‘Ordinary Believer’.
‘Of course, I’m not a priest, so I’m not sure… ‘
Anyway, it was supposed to feel that way.
And considering this point, Veronica’s words can be interpreted as follows.
“You mean to share my power with you?”
God only for Veronica!
That meant that I would be behind her.
If you ask me to become a god, I will be repulsed, but even if I say that I will become a god, there is no aspect of conflict with my thoughts unless I accept followers.
‘Veronica’s life is already part of my responsibility.’
“In the end, it won’t be much different from before.”
I sat down and grabbed Veronica’s waist. She is also very thin. There is also a cute taste to the little bit of flab that is slightly embarrassed and hardened as if it is embarrassing.
It’s hard to say that this amount of flab has gained weight.
“Uh, um. But it’s not that blatant. It can be said that it is close to the yin-yang union ritual that Lalilura is doing. In terms of sharing mana.”
“Yes, I understand what you mean.”
At the same time as husband and wife, the relationship between God and the priest!
Her Veronica is devoted to her service and service to me, and I take care of her like that.
“No, aren’t they really the same? Except that she is well-formed.”
“… Yes, it is.”
Veronica only laughed when I pointed that out.
“You have always been my master and God. An existence that grants old wishes, bestows salvation, and takes care of you. If you don’t call it a god, what are you going to call it?”
Veronica caressing my chin with lovely looking eyes.
Veronica serves me, the successor of the Old God.
Bicorn’s seer and guide to salvation.
The new master of the Bicorn God who descended according to the prophet’s prophecy.
I only rejected her the day she and her reunited, but our relationship has always been that way.
The bicorns who knelt down and offered their allegiance to me in Atlantis are still vivid in my eyes. If I hadn’t been reluctant to reign as a god or absolute being, I would have been worshiped as their divine being.
So I smiled.
“What do you call it? ‘Honey’ or ‘Master’.”
“… Whoops. Do you want to be called honey?”
“Sometimes? It’s not a bad name right now.”
In any case, that was what it meant to be a god.
‘To serve me like the priest of Odin and the priest of Pomona.’
And to receive blessings and protection from me in return!
The good thing is that I am not weak. Shouldn’t the artificial seat of God have dried up sooner if the gods were weakened by raising believers?
I’m not really a god, but is it possible to do something similar in a formal way?
‘That’s what Veronica said. It might be possible.’
The successor of the primordial god Odin. Wolfheddin of the Prophecy.
It must have the authority as a master class, and the level is sufficient. It must have more traditionality and roots than artificial gods who suddenly became gods from humans.
I rubbed Veronica’s cheek. Like a goddess, she has no blemishes.
“Our Veronica goes crazy when you put her cock in it, so she doesn’t have time to extract mana from her master’s semen, so you wanted to be cute in a different way?”
“… He, don’t talk like that…”
Are you suddenly writing plain language? Hook comes in
Yo yo cute thing. I playfully bit Veronica’s neck, who was embarrassed. The goddess, who was tightly gripped by her side, couldn’t even get her body out of the way and struggled.
“What, what, what are you doing?!”
“Conflict! Veronica yes two years! Be still! I heard that God will give you surname, where are you!”
“Aren’t you the one who stubbornly rejected such a relationship!”
I heard and saw it. Wasn’t it Veronica who turned her stomach right after learning that I was Odin’s successor and showed a posture of submission?
‘In the end, is it like returning to a relationship with the old gods and the gods devoted to them?’
But no complaints whatsoever.
Why? Isn’t that what we are today because we built a relationship between humans and not between gods and gods? If I had accepted this relationship at that time, we would never have become a couple.
Maybe even if I had touched it while still in the relationship, Veronica would have been calm, but then it’s just a pseudo-religion. I might have been ‘Zeus’ and then ‘Hercules’.
In Shinhwa and at home, it is national rule for fathers who have been treated badly by their children to be flagged.
I don’t want to be buried under a persimmon tree with erections ripped off like Ymir. If that happens, a Petit World Tree will grow in the yard of the mansion.
“The original spouse is a more honorable position than the background.”
I grabbed Veronica from behind and squeezed her belly.
If there are parts that get stronger if you overuse them, there are parts that will rather become sloppy fuck mobs. Like the liver of an alcoholic drunkard.
“Hawook♡”
─Rubbing.
The womb was probably similar. If I could forget, Veronica’s womb, which had been slapped by my cock, was still unused, but would salivate like a dog if I touched her stomach.
“That, stop… ! Ugh, uh, stupid guy♡ I mean, I haven’t even prepared for today!!”
“Is there a ritual to become a priest?”
Come to think of it, there was. Baptism
‘Is it like pouring oil on my head or something?’
I don’t know, but for the bicorns who don’t leave records, the role of keeping the tradition is the foresight. Well, if you leave it to Veronica, she will prepare it herself.
“By the way, it doesn’t have to be a ritual, does it?”
I rubbed her erect cock against Veronica’s ass.
Mmm. This feeling was like thongs. It’s like a goddess with bare feet.
“From today, the goddesses of the Norse Church wear only micro bikinis in front of God. The exception is only when God wants to put on something else. I will state it as a doctrine.”
“Stop talking nonsense. How can I handle your sexual desire by myself? You haven’t even woken up yet, are you going to kill me with your phallus?”
“That wording is a bit too cheesy to be trying to stop me.”
It was right though. Veronica would pass out from morning to evening and then she would blow the whole day away.
Should she stay up until night? I swallowed my tears.
“God is sad because the saintess is a poor woman in the world.”
“… It’s noisy If you’re really hungry, just masturbate with the Valquirie.”
“That’s another think-big expression.”
Become a real doll maid who is stronger than 90% of the world’s humankind. That’s too much use.
─Meadak!
Anyway, Veronica ran away, and I, to her happiness, secretly invited her other wives to calm down the fucking erect Jugidra.
But it didn’t have to be.
To be precise, there was no time for that.
〈… Please stop by in 20 minutes.〉
Aristocrat Special) Drinking tea every day and meeting customers.
When it comes to royalty or great nobility, they twist this regular pattern once to make the meeting different, but the person who came to me seems to be a little far from that.
Even though it’s annoying, it’s enough for Odelia to break the national rules and try to have a complicated first meeting.
I came without an appointment, so it’s only natural to wait. While my partner waited, I took Dana and Nefertiti, who were clinging to me, and put on my clothes.
And met the guests.
A skinny priest with a sleek look and a woman wearing a hood. That’s a different combination.
The woman’s face, visible from under the hood, was quite beautiful, and if the priest were fat, she would have looked very suspicious. It must have felt like a corrupt priest calling Opie to an expensive inn.
Self-professed swindlers who are cynical about religion go around saying that priests are the most sophisticated swindlers, but if they were here, they might have said, ‘Didn’t they come to the motel because they couldn’t build a church with pseudo-shack donations?’
Dana, wearing a simple overcoat, opened her mouth slightly.
〈… The Pope?〉
Oh shit
I’m sorry, Mr. Vesta. You know it’s not intentional, right?
