I Became the Wrong Race

185 – Siblings (6)

“But before I tell you, I would like to ask your opinion.”

It is not Lete hold the list her in his hand her her her, but the words of the head her next to him.

He had no vocal cords or lungs and was a man who could only speak well. A being that cannot be explained by general logic or science.

Therefore, it is something that is worthy of being called God. God of dreams.

He looked at Llewelyn with bright scarlet eyes that could feel even a slight bit of madness.

“What are you going to do when you meet the gods?”

“… “I thought I explained it before.”

“I should have passed it on. It was almost as expected. But it is important to verbalize this. “I want to hear your thoughts, from your own mouth.”

When it comes to the importance of verbalization, Llewelyn realized it a little while ago.

I didn’t know that whether or not it was done verbally could make such a big difference.

So Llewellyn was persuaded by the words of the dream god and worried.

After much thought, what I came up with was a question.

“What exactly do you want?”

“There are two gods main left on this earth.”

An explanation I’ve heard before. But Llewelyn waited without interrupting her.

“One is those who voluntarily stayed behind, like me. There were various reasons.”

The God of Dreams opened his mouth with a sigh.

“There are only a few out of sympathy for humans, or because there is unfinished business… The type who were wary of the Great Ascension itself.”

Looking at it now, they were right. From the passing expression, Llewelyn knew that Ortemilia had sufficiently explained the world to the God of Dreams.

“Their power is worthless. “Most of them.”

“Are you like that too?”

“Compared to my prime, I have actually fallen. That much time has passed. “Seeing God not being known in the world and all kinds of things running rampant, I thought the rest would be in a similar situation.”

It is often called wise man’s time.

It refers to a situation where you feel empty, empty, and helpless, and you usually only feel it after sexual intercourse.

The God of Dreams was doing this just because he learned about the world. It must have been because he knew that God had truly failed.

So the God of Dreams sighed and continued.

“There may be some who have preserved their power. “I guess it’s not that many.”

“Then what about the other one?”

“These are gods who committed sins and were imprisoned, sealed, or abandoned.”

This time there was no sign of anything like before.

Rather, the God of Dreams took on a serious look, as if what he was saying was important.

“First of all, let me tell you, they are not particularly evil spirits or anything like that. Rather… The pantheon was a place where both good and evil existed.”

When Llewelyn raised her eyebrows at the unexpected story, her sister her, who was standing right next to her while holding her brother’s hand her, spoke

“Is it providence anyway?”

“Well, that’s right. Neither good nor evil… Perhaps even something in between was necessary to construct this world. So, as necessary evils, their place has always been in the pantheon.”

“Then what kind of people are the criminals?”

There are evil gods in the pantheon, there are good gods, and there are gods that are neither.

The God of Dreams spoke seriously to Llewelyn, who was confused as to what kind of people were sinners.

“A person who has forgotten his duty and fallen into ruin.”

With those words, a dreamlike shape appeared before Llewelyn’s eyes.

Something I never thought I would see. It looked like the back of a man.

“A person who destroyed order and had a great influence on both good and evil, and a negative influence at that.”

What we see this time is a pair of men and women. They looked very similar, but the faces were blurred and could not be seen clearly.

“Finally… A person who murdered a god and indulged in its power, just as the god of craftsmanship did.”

This time I couldn’t see anything. Is it because there is someone Llewelyn already knows well? When Llewelyn’s dream was lifted, she saw the God of Dreams.

“But these sinners are probably good. There may be some exceptions, but… Most of them are powers that you can covet.”

“Is it strong?”

“Isn’t being strong a sinner? The reason one can commit a sin is because one has the power.”

In other words, a god without power cannot sin. Llewelyn still didn’t really understand, so she was confused, but she returned to the main topic.

“So? “What do you want to say?”

“I want to hear what you want to do. What are you going to do when you find the gods? “I want to hear that policy.”

It’s policy. Although Llewelyn thought it was a new word, she was worried.

Clearly, she didn’t seem to have decided what to do.

She had the idea that one day she would find God and seek his power.

There was also the fact that the status of the transcendental she was immediately faced with was farther away than she thought, and she felt that she would need more strength if she wanted to fight Netel in the future.

Meanwhile, if the power was as intuitive as the level, it was divine.

As Llewellyn became conscious of her still beating heart, she realized the divinity within it.

And miracles, the most powerful means that can be unleashed by that divinity.

The effect is simple yet powerful.

Spreads divinity and perfectly reads and summons the memories and life of one of the beings within its range.

In this way, one skill of that being is completely dealt with. As if it were him.

It is a way to make up for the skills that are lacking, but it could also make up for the experience that Llewelyn lacks.

The moment Llewelyn read Liehejedia’s life and held it in her hands, she was already able to block all attacks at the level of Liehejedia.

However, his physical ability was a strength that could not be found anywhere else on this continent, so he could handle any skill and experience in a better way.

That was just a manifestation.

It didn’t even come to modification and implementation.

A change that reverses the process or result of expression to produce a completely different effect, and a change that compromises such change and expression in a complete way.

It was not even anticipated how powerful a tool those two would become.

It was definitely a power that must be obtained if one wanted to fight Netel.

But.

“… “I want to talk as much as possible, and if I can, I want to appease.”

In the first place, Llewellyn did not live with the sole intention of defeating all gods.

She believed that it would be better to gather capable allies than to monopolize her power and become stronger.

The life she lived made her like that.

I wouldn’t have been able to live properly without my lover and sister, Yoon Se-ah, standing right next to me.

If it weren’t for the landlady, she would have had no place to return to, and later, after her older sister disappeared, she would have been left homeless.

If I didn’t have friends, I wouldn’t have been able to learn about smooth human relationships, and thanks to having good teachers, I was able to grow by making up for the knowledge I lacked.

There were many other people to whom I was grateful. It was the same even after coming to Netel.

Llewelyn can’t do much on her own. People live together with other people.

Even after becoming a god, this is the case. Llewelyn was quite firm.

“Whether it helps me or not, if I were left on this earth on my own, my wishes wouldn’t be much different from mine.”

Llewelyn wanted to be happy.

I don’t just want my own happiness. I wanted everyone around me to be happy.

In other words, it could be said to be an ideal. It was a change brought about by the divinity that Llewelyn herself had acquired, the sorrow that felt in her body, and the countless things she had experienced in the two months since she came down to this earth.

Llewelyn spoke firmly.

“If we meet, I will talk first. If there is anything to compromise, I will compromise. If there is anything to persuade, I will persuade you, and I will bring you back to the pantheon.”

The God of Dreams, as well as Ortemilia, looks on with interest.

Lucilla was thinking about making a decision for her younger brother that he couldn’t bear to make, but she didn’t say it out loud.

“Rebuilding the pantheon. If you can’t compromise, and you’re better off in this world without one… I do it with my own hands. “I will make that power mine.”

“What are you going to do with that power?”

“I have to live happily.”

If you don’t have strength, you can’t protect your happiness. This is especially true of this land.

Fortunately, Llewelyn is a homunculus, so she didn’t have everything taken away from her from the beginning.

She always was like that. Llewelyn was lucky.

She was like that when she was Yoon Se-jin, and she was like that when she was Llewell Lin.

But there’s no way she’ll always be lucky.

So she needed more strength.

“But I don’t want to destroy innocent gods either. As much as possible, only sinful gods should be punished.”

“You’re so self-righteous.” How will that boundary be determined?”

“You have to listen carefully to the people around you.”

Llewelyn considered herself neither wise nor strong in her beliefs.

He couldn’t throw himself away, neglecting his own life, just because someone said he was in danger, and he could have hesitated at a critical moment.

But there were many people around him.

People with a lot of experience and diverse perspectives.

“You might be able to give me some advice too. You… Because it looks like a good spirit. There is also a sense of responsibility.”

“… Hmm, it’s different from my first impression.”

“See, didn’t I tell you?”

Ortemilia smiles with satisfaction and folds her arms, and the God of Dreams twitches his eyebrows as if he is interested.

Llewelyn smiled, and the dream god met Orthemilia’s eyes before nodding his head.

“Good night. Then there won’t be any problem.”

Ortemilia fluttered the document she had been holding in her hand, and she threw it away lightly.

The fluttering parchment flew in a direction that was good enough to reach Llewelyn’s hand, and Llewelyn looked at the parchment she was holding.

There were countless names on that parchment.

In reality, it was closer to a title than a name.

Llewelyn looked at the top of the list.

[God of Life and God of Death]

It was a name that seemed strong at first glance.

“… The god of life and the god of death. They were once celebrated as the most powerful gods, and in the pantheon of gods, they were considered the best, excluding the gods of fire, civilization, and knowledge, who were the kings of the gods.”

Siblings. Llewelyn is beginning without realizing it, and Lucilla is right next to her.

Lucilla sneaked over and looked at her document, and then she frowned.

“The god of life was loved by people and gods for his gentle yet passionate attitude, while the god of death was respected and revered at the same time for his businesslike yet gentle personality. They were good gods.”

I don’t understand. Llewelyn looked at the document for a moment, then raised her head and looked at the god of her dreams.

“The gods of life and the gods of death looked after people with their power and divinity, and ruled their domains in order.”

The explanation is mild. There seemed to be no hard feelings. But.

“… Then why are their names on the list of criminals?”

Both the god of death and the god of life were not on the list of gods who decided to stay, but on the list of sinners, right below the god of craftsmen.

The God of Dreams answered the confused Llewelyn.

“It is said that it was like that until the brother and sister came into contact with each other and started eating.”

A choice of words that made siblings Llewelyn and Lucilla shake their shoulders. Anyway, the God of Dreams gave me time to think and spoke as if it was important.

“The reason why all beings living in this world live and die, and death is always encountered in life.”

[Mourning]

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Excited. My heart was beating low. A sudden sense of discomfort and sudden onset of grief. Llewelyn looked down at her chest as if puzzled by her strange sensation.

“That’s because, despite the gods’ efforts to avoid contact, life and death mixed together and the two became completely mixed.”

When she finally figured out where the discomfort came from, Llewellyn looked up at the sky that she couldn’t see.

“They became one god, the god of life and death. “He was once a god whom the ‘steward’ despised and hated.”

It was hatred that came directly from the ‘father.’