I Became the Wrong Race

177 – Beyond Dreams (5)

Steward. Llewellyn thought he had heard this somewhere.

It was clear that the exact meaning was unknown. She was unlikely to know Llewelyn. Because it was not used often in Korea.

But that doesn’t mean Llewelyn wasn’t stupid enough to not know who it meant.

No matter what position the manager was, it was already obvious who she was mistaken for because she looked at her and said that.

Llewelyn is Renia… She saw something that was taking over Lenia’s body.

It was not a transcendental person. What I feel in my body is deep divinity.

As Llewelyn felt such divinity, she saw the god who had taken over Rhenia’s body.

“Is it your fault that stopped time?”

When I ask, there is no answer. Rather, what comes back is a look of confusion and despair.

Her her godhead her her her, who had taken over her her her Lenia, blinked her eyes for a moment and then spoke.

“Steward, you’ve changed a lot. There is no such thing as politeness towards God…”

A god who stops before speaking. She lifted her eyes blankly and looked at the ceiling.

The ceiling of the cavity extended all the way to the sky, perhaps because the transcendent had broken through.

It was a night-fallen sky. A sky full of stars, with even moonlight coming in diagonally.

Llewelyn lifted her head after her godhead and took a long breath at the night sky she could see.

Winter was coming to an end. The breath I spit out no longer spreads white.

“Did the Great Ascension fail?”

I said I would come pick you up. Her Goddess laughed, then shook her head and looked at Llewelyn.

“Who are you?”

There was no sign of life in the exhaled breath. Her godhead knew it.

The divinity and mighty power of that body were very familiar, but the soul was unfamiliar.

The way he spoke was unfamiliar, and so was his attitude. God noticed and asked.

“You certainly have the divinity of a steward… For some reason, you are not a steward. “It is not the steward’s vessel, nor is it its alter ego.”

Llewellyn listened quietly to God’s words. She needs to know what she’s talking about so she can answer.

“But it’s not entirely irrelevant. Who on earth are you?”

Steward. Llewelyn vaguely interpreted the word itself.

She assumed that if the status window had translated correctly, the meaning would be the same, and she was correct.

A steward is someone who listens to requests.

And if the god in front of us is called a steward, then it would be someone who is in charge of listening to and conveying requests closely related to divinity, whether from humans or gods.

As far as Llewelyn knew, she was the only one who could say she had played that role.

A being called ‘father’.

A guardian of the pantheon who has become a transcendent.

The god in front of him faced Llewelyn with eyes full of fear and resignation.

“I am Llewelyn.”

God focused on Llewelyn’s words.

“He is the last god born on this earth.”

I ended up sighing as the words continued.

*

Shinkyuk told him to wait until he calmed down and closed his eyes.

Since time still stood still, Llewelyn said so and looked around.

Fortunately, no one seemed to be hurt.

Llewelyn and Lucilla could regenerate even if they got hurt, so it didn’t matter, and Ortemilia had already secured a safe distance, so it was natural.

It was quite fortunate that none of the soldiers were injured.

The same was true for the addicts who were pouring down the passage leading to the sewer.

Of all the dogs, the most fortunate thing was the fact that Lucilla was fine.

At least that was the case for Llewelyn.

Llewelyn looked around her sister and saw that she was in good condition, and she sighed in relief. As if her thoughts had been collected, the godhead fixed to the wall with a huge window opened her mouth. Br﹥

“First of all, putting everything else aside… “I have to tell you one thing.”

Her head was bowed with her upper arm pinned by a spear.

“Thanks. “For chasing that monster away.”

And then Shinkyuk sighed deeply. She continued

“Thanks to you, whatever happened… “I can now do anything.”

It is an ambiguous expression. Llewellyn listened blankly for a moment, then suddenly opened her mouth.

“What on earth happened here?”

It was already difficult to know what the situation was.

Why was the transcendental person here, why was Renia here, and why does a god reside in Renia’s body her?

Are you saying that Lenia was a god from the beginning?

Everything was questionable. Her godhead read Llewelyn’s confusion.

“Was it you who called me?”

Llewellyn recalled what she had experienced at Changgwan.

A group that we reached by walking along with Renia and following Renia’s guidance.

What a terrible sight I saw there. Llewellyn seriously thought of it as a calling to lead her.

“I didn’t exactly call you, but I guess you could say it’s partly true.”

The god who took over Rhenia’s body partially approved.

“Partially?”

“It would be right to say that it is good, no matter who it is.”

Her godhead sighed as she was speared into her body. Even though she didn’t even need to breathe, it was an exact imitation of a human being.

“Whoever it was, it would have been nice if I could break the seal on that monster’s body and chase it away. I didn’t mean to, but…”

That’s a strange thing to say. Llewelyn frowned, and God looked at Llewelyn and said.

“Do you know who I am, steward?”

“I am not a steward, and who you are…” ” ” .”

“I am the master of sleep.”

Llewelyn closed her mouth, and she said.

“I am the husband of the night, and the teacher that humans face every night.”

An expression that gives a feeling of déjà vu. A similar feeling to what the craftsman God said a while ago.

God continued to speak.

“I am serenity, hope, and the human imagination that envisions the future. Do you know my name?”

“… “Dream.”

Then the woman smiled contentedly… A male god wearing a mask.

Llewellyn made a puzzled expression, and the God of Dreams again let out a sigh that was close to her lament.

“My consciousness was deep asleep until the moment you chased away the monster. My divinity is manifesting in a direction I did not intend and trying to achieve what I want… It was something that could not be helped.”

“… Are you saying you are not responsible?”

“No way. There is responsibility. One, if I had been awake, that wouldn’t have happened. That’s why I’m expressing my gratitude. “Thank you for helping me take on more responsibility and not repeat my mistakes.”＜ Br﹥

Despite Llewelyn’s shocked expression, the God of Dreams lowered her head, and Llewellyn made a puzzled expression.

“So what happened?”

God’s words did not explain much.

On the contrary, it was quite the opposite, and the God of Dreams knew that very well.

So she suggested.

“Of course, I could explain everything and solve all mysteries. But I can’t just tell you for freedom.”

“Even though I helped you?”

“Even taking into account the fact that it helped, that’s true. It’s not like I’m going to make such a difficult offer, so just listen.”

At Llewellyn, who frowned in displeasure, the god of her dreams smiled.

“It is to release me from these shackles and seals.”

God winked, unable to even move.

“Then I’ll tell you everything you wanted to know.”

And then she shuts her mouth. Llewelyn thought for a moment while looking at such a god.

Actually, if you think about it, it was a request she didn’t need to grant.

The Empress knew a lot, and even her sister, Lucilla, seemed to know a little bit.

Some gods seemed to be able to communicate, as was the case with the gods of craftsmen and the gods of dreams. There seemed to be plenty of ways to dig up information.

So there was no problem even if I didn’t have to grant that request.

As the Empress said, it seemed okay to ‘devour’ and take away divinity.

But that is a conclusion drawn from the realm of reason. Looking at her emotions, Llewellyn had a feeling of resistance, wondering if she had to go that far.

The Empress was not trustworthy, and she was rather dangerous and someone wanted to avoid it.

As Llewelyn pondered for a moment, she looked at the huge window that held Lenia’s body in the wall.

“How?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I freely decide how to release it?”

That huge spear is not pulled out. It was an intuition, but Llewelyn’s intuition was already at the level of reading her fate, so she was certain.

It occurred to her that if it had been something that could have been pulled in the first place, she would have been pulled by that godhead herself. Maybe if I get chosen, I might end up taking that position instead.

Such deep and intense magical power was contained in that spear.

There was a slight sense of divinity. I felt like I shouldn’t pick it hastily.

So Llewelyn thought about it, and after thinking about it, she came up with a game that she had seen Nam play in a video one day.

It was a game featuring a god of war.

The God of War saved the wise character who was tied up in a very similar way in a very direct way…

Llewellyn was thinking that with that method, no problems would arise.

“Hmm, it would be better to pull out the spear if possible, but if anything works…” ” .”

The god of dreams who smiles awkwardly. Llewellyn looked at the God of Dreams and approached him.

“It’s clear that even though his heart was pierced, he’s still fine, and he’s not breathing or having a heartbeat… “I’m asking just in case.”

“What is it?”

“If their head is cut off, will they die too?”

The God of Dreams is shocked and freezes. Llewelyn could already hear the answer from that expression.

‘Okay, I’m not going to die. Only a homunculus would die if its head was cut off.’

Llewelyn lifted up her newly acquired greatsword, the Star Cluster.

“Sleep, wait! What… !”

The Sword Spirit accelerates. Lightly twist your waist and let the force starting from your waist run along your spine and transfer from your shoulders to your wrists.

The sword was surprisingly light, fast, and powerful. That power was felt from the hilt of the sword made of light and lines.

Feeling like I can cut anything.

That feeling rushed in, drawing a long line.

Scam!

Drawing a clean straight line, he cut down the God of Dreams through the pillar with the huge spear.

Coo coo coo coo coo… Wooooo!

The chopped pillar flows down and falls to the ground, with thick dust rising.

Llewelyn picked up the God of Dreams, or rather a part of it.

To be exact, Renia’s face was distorted with an unhappy expression.

“Surely you are not a steward. It’s very rude.”

“Not much to say.”

Llewelyn smiled in satisfaction.

Since ancient times, saying you did something like shit could be said to be a high compliment.

Llewelyn said as she made eye contact with her severed head.

“Now, since I’ve asked you to do me a favor, I guess you should tell me everything you know.”

The God of Dreams clicked his tongue lowly at him, then opened his mouth and confessed.

A secret that no one else in this world can explain.