I Became the Wrong Race

140 – Origin (4)

Craftsmen walked.

The whole place was violently trembling and collapsing, wild animals were running around, and there was a lot of chaos, but there was no hesitation or obstacle in their advance.

That was thanks to the divinity floating around their bodies.

The power to twist fate and twist the world to suit your convenience. Using it as power, they were leading their destiny.

To where they should be.

To the place where the fate I was afraid of and avoided awaits.

To the colossus created for the last time by the being who was once the god of all artisans.

For a normal human being, that was a disaster that should have been avoided.

Even if it were to appear in modern times, it would twist the laws of physics so that it could move safely even when hit by a nuclear weapon, as it did not require any additional fuel.

It is truly something that cannot be helped by the power of an individual or the power of the country.

If I wanted to deal with it, I needed a level of civilization that could freely use a correspondingly huge power or an advanced power that violates the laws of physics.

Something like that could only be found by searching through other universes.

So, normally, just by getting close, you would be swept away by a shock wave, hit by a running wild animal, or fall into a cracked ground and die.

These were different. Since they were one of the fragments of that colossus, they could only get closer by using the divinity flowing through their bodies as a guide.

The shock wave passed by them without touching them, and wild animals did not approach them.

The cracked ground does not interfere with their trajectory, but only turns over the ground and swallows the trees.

Their advance was truly unstoppable.

Although its mobility was not that great, it was the reason why Llewelyn could not easily catch up.

Because all kinds of other misdeeds were being poured into Llewelyn.

Jump, jump over and avoid wild animals, and avoid falling on the cracked ground by using anti-magic power and running in the air.

After using so much anti-magic power, it was depleting, but Llewelyn had no time to worry about that.

My intuition told me. If you let them go like this, you will regret it, and a big disaster will happen later.

It was a rare intuition that came with accurate instructions. In fact, it never occurred to me that it might be intuition.

There was no time for that.

Before we knew it, it was just a stone’s throw away.

At first glance, it was an eerie sight. While all kinds of disasters were evading them, they kept walking without stopping.

They were marching in complete rhythm, making loud noises, so if someone who had no idea about the divinity had seen them, it would have been enough to make them run away in fear.

Of course, someone like that wouldn’t have even made it to the center.

So, she was completely overwhelmed by the atmosphere of Llewelyn Bay and was struck by a flying bird.

The crunchy, crushing feel of a bird. Llewellyn suddenly saw repeated words of remembrance flashing into her vision and rolled over on her floor.

When she opened her eyes, she was in front of the golems.

“We recommend that you do not get in the way.”

“No, I don’t plan on blocking you…”

Llewelyn was barely able to pull herself up when she stumbled from the sudden shock wave.

Since she was near the colossus, she had no choice. The golem said while looking at Llewelyn who was staggering.

“If you use your divinity, your movement will become easier. “You just have to catch it as fate to return.”

“What? Sleep, divinity?”

Llewellyn is aware that she possesses divinity, but she has not been able to consciously deal with it.

In the first place, she had no awareness of ‘using’ divinity. The golems noticed this and nodded at her.

“It appears that you are aware of your divinity. You can use it to twist your fate.”

It’s easier said than done, but it doesn’t tell you how. But somehow Llewellyn seemed to know how.

Sure enough, it was only natural that what she thought Llewelyn was mortal was divine.

Llewelyn spread the power, mortality, that was alone in her body her her her, throughout her body her her her.

I’m still stumbling. Is it not enough? As she wondered about the extent of her strength, the golem came and grabbed her by the shoulder.

I could feel the divinity of the golem. She even has a specific direction.

Llewelyn imitated it. Llewelyn, the man she once was, Sejin Yoon, wasn’t stupid, so she could easily have copied the textbook.

As Llewelyn’s body regained its balance, the golem removed her hand.

“There is still time to reach the destination, so I suggest walking.”

There was nothing I could do about it since there was a destiny engraved in it anyway. Lu Welin nodded her head in a daze and walked away.

Llewellyn got caught in the gap with the golems walking in harmony.

As he walked, he saw a colossus slowly approaching.

This was my first time seeing it properly.

And the colossus I saw was something that could not possibly bring to mind the sight of ‘victory’.

It was a huge golem entirely dyed bronze.

However, due to the soil and sediment piled up on top of it, the bronze color was barely visible, and it looked like something that was a combination of mountain and metal.

However, at first glance, I was able to see dexterity far beyond the human level inside.

It didn’t look like it was made by a machine or something.

Should I call it handmade? I can’t imagine that something so huge was made by hand, but it gave me a strong impression that it was handmade.

So detailed and sophisticated… It had the taste of hand.

It was around the time when Llewelyn was overwhelmed by such a colossus.

“We are craftsmen.”

The golem suddenly spoke. It was natural, since they were not soulless.

If people have company to talk to, they tend to talk a lot.

“I am a herbalist, that person is a carpenter, and that person is a bowsmith.”

“It’s not a stomach disease?”

“If bowsmiths do not have work on a regular basis, they often work as bowmen at guard posts. The principle is that since you know arrows and bows well, you use them well.”

It’s not wrong. A person who makes a musical instrument must also understand the instrument to some extent, so it sounded similar to knowing how to play music.

Is this actually the case historically? I couldn’t figure it out. Due to Llewellyn’s lack of knowledge, he couldn’t even recall that fact.

“That entity is the mechanic, that entity is the chef. And that entity is a mason, and that entity…”

“What about a blacksmith?”

No matter how clueless Llewellyn is, she is bound to notice something strange at this point. He is a blacksmith who is the representative of craftsmen.

And then I remembered that the golem I fought earlier revealed that he was the god of blacksmiths.

“That individual is a blacksmith.”

The herbalist extends his fingers. This is the direction where the statue is. Only then did Llewellyn’s expression harden.

“Would you please listen to me?”

Llewellyn did not answer. Because I had no intention of not listening in the first place.

“We are all artisans. It is a fragment that the God of Artisans once had.”

God of craftsmen. He is a god who usually exists. Llewelyn’s eyes stopped on the colossus. They continued walking and were getting closer to the giant statue.

“But before that, they were artisans who lived in artisan villages. We received not only work from the guild but also work from ordinary people, and the gods were kind to us and gave us work.”

Not far from here is a pantheon. As Llewelyn was looking at the herbalist, the bowsmith next to her opened her mouth.

“The craftsman’s god cared for us the most. We have been commanded by the God of Craftsmanship. Please protect this village and take care of it in the future.”

God’s command. An order that there is no way not to follow, and because our perception is distorted, we follow it unconditionally. When Llewelyn felt a sense of déjà vu, the carpenter spoke this time.

“But then a problem arises. The guild sent mercenaries. Some of us died, and all of those we once called family died.”

Llewelyn’s expression hardens. When the fleeing wild animals saw the golems and Llewelyn, they changed direction and ran away, and there was a cool silence.

“I wanted revenge. We all desperately wanted revenge. “I hoped so strongly and realized it so earnestly.”

This is a story I heard somewhere. God’s attributes change according to the wishes and needs of those who serve him.

Sure enough.

“The god of craftsmen became the god of revenge. Our revenge came from blood, sorrow, and giving up on burning the future. ■■■■ Is the god of craftsmen and has become the god of revenge.”

I still can’t hear the name. Even if you can understand the meaning.

It’s a strange feeling. But Llewelyn didn’t consider it or ask about it. She knew it didn’t make sense, but she wasn’t in the mood to ask.

Before we knew it, the giant statue was getting closer.

“I regret that.”

One entity spoke.

“I regret that.”

Another entity spoke.

She said she regretted all the walking golems spreading like wildfire.

“We had to be artisans. I had to remain a craftsman. Because we gave up being artisans, our God abandoned us and we had to remain on this earth.”

“… “Abandoned?”

“The manager of the pantheon is the messenger of the gods and the blade of the gods. God would have considered it a betrayal.”

These were words Llewellyn could not ignore. In the blank stares, countless golems looked back at Llewelyn.

“But what comes next is what we should have done and what we have not done. It is a knot that must be tied by our own hands, and it is a work of art waiting for the final touch.”

“Wait, if I help…” ” .”

“I die.”

Llewelyn pauses. Her golems looked at his trembling gray eyes with warm gaze.

Even though they are clearly mechanical crystal eyes without any emotion.

I felt like it was warm somewhere. Llewelyn could not continue her words as she felt an unknown emotion overcome her.

“Huey please. It is a very affectionate and friendly dog. Even though we were not human, he loved us.”

The dog followed the golems. Because they are dogs that follow people well, golems are no different from humans.

When Llewelyn paused, unable to find her words her, her golems her, her she walked.

With each step of her colossus, a shock wave spread and the world trembled as if it would collapse.

Strangely, the golems did not fall or get caught. Rather, as if it had been waiting, the body of the colossus leaned down to strike its feet, and the golems took advantage of the gap and burrowed in through the holes carved into the body of the colossus.

The golems walked. I continued walking. After passing through the long passage of the Colossus, I walked without stopping and headed toward the center.

To the place where the golem held the severed head, the blacksmith’s golem and the incarnation of God was.

Walking slowly but steadily, the golems eventually reached the center of the colossus.

Without leaving anyone out.

They stopped in a huge cavity. What had to be done was decided. They moved right away without exchanging glances, looking around, or making up their minds.

Their hands moved and scooped up the dirt. Holding the scooped out dirt in their hands, they each took out a different tool.

The tool taken out was imbued with divinity.

There is truly no divinity that never dries up. At least not for artisans and gods of vengeance.

An abandoned and fallen god is not allowed such luxury.

There is only one way to kill this colossus. Each golem showed off a skill they were good at.

The herbalist gathered up some dirt and held it in his hand, and a herb appeared in his hand.

Carpenters made wooden statues by carving clay, mechanics made parts, masons made statues out of clay, and bowsmiths each made wooden bows out of clay.

The most notable of these were the works of carpenters and masons. They made a statue of a dog.

It was a dog that restored their humanity.

There is trembling everywhere. Stones and dirt fall from the cavity. One of the golems caught in it lost her right arm, but she didn’t stop or mourn the loss.

Because there was something I had to do.

They continued to create works. Just like what a craftsman should do.

I made it again and again.

Even the moment it turns to ashes, collapses, and crumbles.

Divinity is diminished. Unable to withstand consumption, it gradually falls to the ground.

But is it in vain? The golems didn’t think.

I just did what I had to do.

There is only one regret left for them.

They thought of a dog suffering from injury and starvation.

It was only the size of a palm. The first thing I picked up was also a whim.

The days of meaninglessly maintaining the village according to God’s orders.

One individual recalled that in the distant past, there were often dogs in the village.

So, I treated injured and starving dogs, took them in, and raised them.

I let them roam freely around the village, went out for a walk, and went hunting to get something to eat.

Dogs liked people. Even those who had become golems were welcomed and liked as if they were people.

They may have been pieces of completely identical souls, but the dog was able to tell the difference and each reacted differently.

It was proof that they were still people. That’s why the golems cherished the dog even though they knew that the dog’s lifespan was not as long as theirs.

They accepted the separation that would come someday, and each cared for and cared for the dog in different ways.

The golems, who were just maintaining the village and performing meaningless repetitive tasks, regained their humanity.

So there is meaning in all of this.

The created things pile up on the floor. The golems collapse one by one. Because I used divinity that was scraped all the way to the bottom.

I used it without hesitation, knowing that the last thing I would use was the divinity that maintained my body.

Before we knew it, there was only one herbalist left. The golem that gave the dog its name.

The herbalist stood blankly, holding the last pile of dirt in his hand.

Actually, it was disappointing.

It might be a little sad.

It hurts my heart when I think about the dog being sad about losing them, and it feels like my hands don’t move when I think about missing them.

So I hesitated.

The herbalist gathered the last divinity without hesitation.

As long as Colossus lives, he will destroy and kill everything. ‘Huey, the dog who likes people’ will also be included in the target of destruction.

So the herbalist did not hesitate any longer. I just hoped.

I hope Huey spends the remaining time happily and closes his eyes.

I hope I can breathe my last breath among the people I really love.

The moment the golem brewed the last herb, what I saw was a dog snuggling into my arms on a cold night.

It’s fur rustling under an iron hand, and brown eyes are wide open to resemble the face of a golem.

It was a tail that was constantly shaking and scattering its fur in all directions.

The golem had the last laugh.

Damn…

Divinity has been depleted.

The divinity that formed the colossus is leaving. Like countless objects piled on the floor, the statue collapses.

The crack spreads. Cracks extending in all directions as if struck by lightning.

One by one, the golems that fell or collapsed to the ground sink, and the colossus collapses from the center.

It breaks. Far away, when the last god mourns them.

The colossus that stood tall collapsed completely.

Only then was Llewelyn able to speak.

Revenge is over.

They went back to their roots.

It seemed like she could hear a dog howling in the distance, and Llewellyn closed her mouth, feeling sad for no reason.