I Became the Wrong Race

128 – Golem (5)

Golem Golem.

Are you fooling us?

That was the first thought that came to mind.

There was no tension or sense of crisis. So it was close to what came to mind.

The other person was significant to feel the tension.

Even a great man like Balterok was strong not because he was a golem, but because he was a black knight.

The accumulated anti-magic power was close to infinite, and he was strong because he could use it for 300 years to use anti-magic power in infinite ways.

Maybe he didn’t mean it when he fought with me. If there is a being that can fight and win against such a being, it must be like my ultimate.

So, although the dozens of pairs of crystal eyes facing me were scary, I never felt a sense of danger. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

I felt something like relief when I looked into those eyes.

If they’re all golems, it’s not dangerous and there’s no need to worry.

However, there was also something a little embarrassing.

Why are there so many golems dressed like this?

“… “Didn’t you say you would guide me to the owner?”

The dog that was passing between the golem’s legs, so excited by my harsh voice, stops.

He doesn’t even complain, but I can feel him watching.

Dogs were creatures that were made to look at people, so they looked frightened when they looked at them without even wagging their tails.

I didn’t mean to do that.

I stretched out my hand and shook it, and only then did the dog wag its tail again.

“Now that I look at it, there doesn’t seem to be anyone who can be called the owner.”

In fact, rather than that, the environment itself was very unfamiliar.

At first glance, it looked like an ordinary village, and judging by their clothes, it seemed like all the villagers were there.

However, the head on top of it was not like that.

It wasn’t some kind of amusement park medieval village-style attraction; everyone was a golem dressed up as a typical medieval villager.

The fact that there were many miners dressed well suited to the environment, but other than that, it was full of awkward things.

The clothes were too clean. There was no sense of life.

Is it because it’s new clothes, or is it because it’s a golem?

Is it integrated with the body? You never know.

What is more important is intention.

I said I would take you to the owner, but when I came back, I was surrounded by golems.

There is no facial expression. It is difficult to guess their feelings.

I was wondering if it even existed in the first place.

Although I was confused due to my recent experience with Balterok, I was fundamentally certain that golems do not have intelligence or emotions.

Then, this behavior can be roughly guessed in two ways.

One is that they dare to harm me.

The other one…

“Is one of you the master?”

“No.”

“Then who is the owner?”

That he really led me to my master.

The eyes of the golems come out all at once, leaving Lorian and heading somewhere. Eyes looking at a mountain in the distance.

It is easy to accept that gaze as being on top of that mountain.

The reason may be that these people don’t really have eyes, and they don’t even have the ability to process gaze, making it difficult to judge.

What they meant was something that is difficult to think of through common sense.

However, as a modern person with an open mind, and as a person of culture who has been exposed to various possibilities through various media, I knew.

The end of their gaze, that rare and tall mountain.

As I was looking at the strange shape of the mountain, wondering what kind of mountain it was, my excellent senses of level 22 showed me a new landscape.

“That…”

Lorian speaks first. Since she noticed it a long time after me, I nodded at her without being surprised.

“That was the owner.”

A huge peak with countless crystals sprouting from it, yet appearing separate from the mountain range.

There was a face at the top of there.

A portrait of a human being with his eyes tightly closed. I swallowed my saliva while looking at it.

*

“Except under certain circumstances, visitors to the village are to be accommodated at this inn. Do you agree?”

“I don’t agree.”

After an uncomfortable meeting with the ‘owner’, my mind was in confusion.

There was no other choice than to agree since it didn’t matter if it was outside of the dorm, and Lorian seemed to have no other thoughts about the dorm, so he quickly agreed.

Rather, I needed to organize my thoughts.

I had a lot of thoughts to organize, think about, and refine.

It didn’t really matter why the golem had a dog or why the golem was autonomous and built a village.

Rather, it felt like the large object I saw a little while ago and the various phenomena that originated from that large body raised more topics for me.

So I thought after the golem and the dog that showed no sign of leaving the room left.

What the fuck was that just a moment ago? And.

I’ve never seen anything like that, let alone in a game, or even since I fell into this world.

Any guesses? It was the same too. Likewise in the pantheon…

No, no.

When I think of the pantheon, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything to point out.

When I first visited the Pantheon, I wondered what kind of inefficient building there was.

In terms of architecture, I can feel some influence from Greek and Roman mythology, which was the best in the world, but I thought it was something that couldn’t even keep up.

Part of that appreciation came from the unnecessarily high ceiling, excessively wide spacing between pillars, and the absence of walls.

Rather than a building, I thought it was a tent made of stone.

So I was thinking about it. It’s clear that the bastards from the mythical era had terrible construction skills.

I thought it was okay because the ‘father’ made the nest independently.

But now I see that it wasn’t. Wasn’t the pantheon designed to accommodate even such a being?

I couldn’t tell exactly what that was, but I could guess that it was something like that.

… No, the pantheon is smaller.

Or was that the architect of the gods? Then is that also a god?

Or is it just something like a subcontract from God?

It is deplorable that there are subcontractors in this world as well. It doesn’t really matter to me though.

No, isn’t it?

I slowly turned my head from where I was lying down and looked at Lorian. The blood knight unsheaths his sword, pulls out the blade, and wipes it with a cloth.

In some ways, Lorian could be said to be my subcontractor.

In fact, if you think about the fact that my position is no different from that of the boss of pants and that I almost pass on all the important work to other people…

Lorian could be said to be a subcontractor for the military department.

No. It’s usually strange for a boss to work directly, and wouldn’t a good boss be qualified to put people who are better than me in the right place?

A person like me is so talented.

I felt a little at ease thinking that he was a great boss.

“… Hmm? Why do you look at it like that?”

“I thought I was a very good boss.”

“CEO… ?”

“Ah, you don’t know. “I’m talking about the person who reigns at the top of the company.”

“Is it like a king?”

“Actually, it’s like a merchant’s stock.”

“Oh, if that’s the case… Hmm, it seems like I’m doing well.”

Lorian tilted his head but answered steadily.

Well, it was a problem that didn’t need to be taken seriously. While thinking, I lay down on the bed and put my feet on the floor.

Anyway, I was certain that I had never heard of something that big in a game.

Of course, I have heard of giants in games, but they live in tribal units and are not that huge.

Isn’t that closer to a Colossus?

Having played all of Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3, I can assure you that the expression Colossus has never been mentioned in the game.

In other words, it means that it is something that can only be found in this new continent.

Are they indigenous people of the New World? Or is it a being created by beings, including father and mother?

Or a transcendent person whose identity is hidden?

Or, maybe.

It was a time when I thought of various assumptions and repeated erasing them.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

Lorian said. She asked as she re-sharpened her decapitation sword with the whetstone built into her right prosthetic hand.

Those two eyes were eerily red, shining with the sparks that bounced around.

“Well, what can we do about the golems? First…”

“No, I’m not talking about the golem. Have we forgotten our original purpose?”

Whoosh, she blows out her breath and blows away the metal shards accumulated on the blade. She gently traced the sharpened blade with her right prosthetic hand.

“We came looking for two shapeshifters. They are also a shapeshifter that Melody herself said had great senses and could not approach them.”

Oh, it was like that. When I thought about it, it made me wonder something.

Even if he’s not at Esha Terna’s level, Melody is probably good at infiltration, and if he says that Melody is difficult to approach, it means he has a lot of sense.

It literally meant that there was no way to deceive the senses unless it was at the level of Eshaterna.

In other words.

“You’ve probably already noticed us. I am a blood relative, even if I look different than before, but you…”

“It’s a blood bag. It’s also pretty strong.”

“Accurate.”

It’s not just about being strong.

I was even quite famous.

And in this world, there are only two blood bags as strong as me. My sister and I.

But my older sister is the famous patriot. A person for whom much is already known, and from his face to his abilities, a lot is known to the three clans.

In the meantime, I didn’t think the two transformation tribes would recognize that I was a blood bag other than the Guardian.

“Then by now.”

“Well, it’s already here.”

We were in what looked like an inn building. As a place that could be called a designated lodging, there are golems dressed like inn owners and golems dressed like employees on the first floor.

An unfamiliar noise was mixed between the clanking sounds made by the two golems.

It looks like a dog, but it’s something different. I quietly got up from my seat.

I felt like I was popular late. It is a sign that is intentionally revealed.

Pretending to be popular in order not to be rude and to show that there is no harm done to them.

It comes to the door. Even though it is possible to tear off the entire door, it does not do so. Rather, it sounds like something to be proud of.

Knock, knock.

A polite knock. When I secretly made eye contact with Lorian, she crossed her legs and nodded her head at me.

A signal that no matter what you do, you will follow my actions. I took a breath.

“Blood bag, blood knight. “I have come to deliver the Empress’s words”

The moment the words flow out.

Kwajijijijik!

The hatchet that left my hand broke the door and got stuck.