I Became the Wrong Race

187 – Life and Death (1)

Llewellyn looked down at the bizarre creature blankly.

She must be looking down, but strangely, it doesn’t feel like she’s looking down, but at the monster that’s looking up at her from her knees.

I understood in my head that that was most likely the god of life and death. It had to be that way.

I was the only one standing in the demonic realm outside, and most of the others were monsters whose original forms had been reduced to bone fragments.

But Llewelyn could not answer right away.

The moment I looked at that being, it was because of the hatred and disgust that boiled deep in my stomach.

One emotion was clearly not hers, but the other was clearly hers.

Hatred was clearly the emotion brought about by the condolences given by ‘the father.’

The manager said he hated them.

On the one hand, they said, they were sinners. Llewellyn thought that she could believe it because it was the word of the God of Dreams.

Of course I could understand. She could understand to some extent because she was Llewellyn, who had overlapped with her sister just moments ago.

What she couldn’t understand was that it resulted in her body becoming completely one, and another thing she couldn’t understand was that it was a crime and she was imprisoned.

What on earth happened?

Is it divine because it cannot be understood?

Llewelyn looked down at her godhead even as she thought.

After analyzing the hate, hate remained.

Llewellyn thought as he pondered such hatred.

Why does she hate the god of life and death?

The reason was pretty simple. It was because it looked like that and was induced that way.

Although the god of life and death stood erect like a human, he had few similarities with humans.

The skin was not the soft and elastic texture typical of humans. It was a hard and disgusting shape that would rather be called the shell of an insect.

But it wasn’t an exoskeleton. Muscles were visible inside. The bright red skin that was visible at first glance aroused disgust as if it were an insect every time it wriggled.

A shape that seems to bring together the disgusting features of humans and insects.

Still, I think it would have been better if it had limbs that looked like insect appendages.

All limbs on the torso of the god of life and death were human.

Both pairs of arms and legs were human. Although it was covered in carapace, it was strangely numerous, creating a sense of disgust.

On the other hand, what about the fact that the mouth and nostrils are not even open, so the upper part of the skull is open to speak?

The human Se-jin Yoon felt an instinctive disgust when she saw that scene.

However, there was something that remained even beyond the human hatred, and that was something only Shin Llewelyn could know.

Llewelyn’s brain took stock of her senses. I counted and calculated the divinity touching my body.

The result was clear.

It was a being that embraced both the beauty and ugliness of death and life.

It was not my intention. Llewelyn didn’t know, but the God of Dreams knew it well.

Divinity is not something that is adjusted and constructed according to its own will, but changes according to its actions and service.

The sun, which always burns the sky brightly and makes all humans feel grace, is the object of the most powerful faith.

Also, around the time the sun rose, a kingdom with the sun as its symbol established a university and spread knowledge, and the sun god became the king of the gods who even mastered knowledge.

The name of a god and his role were sometimes more important than his actions.

So, things don’t go according to your will. In an age where death is closer than ever and life is looked down upon, it was natural that life and death were disgusting.

The nobility of death and the instinctive fear felt together.

And the ugly yet twisted aspects and beauty of life.

It was the Godhead who all existed. It’s obvious which one is more intense.

Originally, beauty shines brighter among dirt and ugliness, but it’s a different story when it’s completely covered.

“Are you talking to me?”

I couldn’t even think of an answer. To buy time, Llewellyn said anything, and she, Life and Death, did not reply.

Because even speaking was extremely painful. Arva looked at the scene nervously, and the soldiers also looked nervous.

It is an unidentified monster. Dialogue is established.

“That… “Are you talking to me?”

However, no one except Llewelyn could understand that language.

It had to be that way as long as there was no blessing of language.

Llewellyn did not think about that fact again. He had a knack for telling others what he wanted to hear and changing everything they said into the language he wanted to hear, something he didn’t even know about.

Llewellyn trembled and clutched the castle wall from where she stood. She made a small sound.

The monster has disappeared.

“Steward, I will ask again.”

Llewellyn froze when she heard the voice right next to her.

There was no need for her to turn her head. Her long, large arms flickered at the edge of Llewelyn’s field of vision.

“Do you still hate me?”

My body stiffens. Rising hatred and disgust.

More fear than that. A unique human emotion when faced with something incomprehensible.

Although Llewelyn has overcome countless dangers of death and laughed at them, strengthening her will, this was the first time she truly faced her death.

Because everything else was clouded by reason. Llewellyn swallowed her breath without realizing it.

“Child, child of the sun. Me…”

“Abnormal manifestation.”

There was a voice that suddenly rang out and went beyond reason.

“Star flame.”

Flames explode with a loud roar.

Llewellyn’s body her staggered for a moment, and a warm flame clawed at her skin her.

Only then does her head her turn. The God of Life and Death was not there when Llewell Lin looked blankly.

There was only a momentary burst of flame. When she cleared away, all that was left was pitch black soot.

And she is the sister who sits down on top of him.

“Sejin, are you okay?!”

“Uh, uh. I’m fine. I am…”

Then what about godhood? When she turned her head, there was the god of life and death outside her walls. She doesn’t fall down and stands still.

It looked at both Llewelyn and Lucilla and looked puzzled.

“Two stewards?”

After those words, she says no more. I don’t know what you want or what you are trying to do. But she felt that Llewellyn could not just stand by.

You have to fight. No, is it right to fight?

Are you prepared enough? Do not know. Above all, you don’t know how your opponent fights or what kind of being he is. Llewelyn hesitantly raised her thumb and tried to draw it in the air.

“Wait!”

I stopped when I heard a woman’s voice speaking in a strangely masculine tone.

The sounds of soldiers holding their breath were heard one after another.

It was as if he had seen her severed her head her speak for itself. Llewellyn saw her panting, her head running in her hands.

“Stop fighting, you ruthless things!”

Scarlet eyes and scarlet hair. A perfect shape to hang behind her waist with a string that goes across her head.

A magic item that Llewelyn asked for to be worn by her.

He was a god who could speak without any lungs or vocal cords hanging below his neck.

A dreamy landscape that you might see even in a nightmare after tossing and turning.

At a time when not only Arba but also the soldiers had hardened.

“God of dreams. It got smaller.”

The god of life and death spoke.

“Have you lost weight?”

Even though it was like a joke, the God of Dreams was disgusted with his various expressions.

I meant it wasn’t a joke.

But after that, he doesn’t say or do anything special.

In the first place, I didn’t know if I would be able to see it even if I tried.

The figure of her who climbed up the castle wall a little while ago had an agility of 22, and all her actions were accelerations that even Llewelyn could not sense with her eyes and senses her.

It is natural to think that perhaps some kind of divinity may be present.

In the meantime, Lu Silla sighed softly next to her.

“I was fine even after being hit by the star’s flame. Sejin, you have to be careful.”

Star flame. I don’t know how much firepower it has, but since it is an abnormal manifestation, I think the firepower is not normal.

Still, he is fine without a single wound.

Probably because he is the god of life. Llewellyn raised her nerves as she wondered how it would work.

She said she should take out her sword too, and she was about to raise her hand.

“Fight?”

As her skull cracked, the God of Life and Death spoke.

Shinkyuk turns her body and looks behind her curiously. All that catches your eye is an endless horizon and a dull, dark landscape.

“Who?”

A voice that sounds like it doesn’t understand. Llewellyn blinked her eyes and looked blankly back at her her dream her god her her her.

The God of Dreams looked stunned and dazed.

That in itself was a good indication of what kind of being that godhead is.

*

The conversation took place outside the walls.

In the middle of a dark, dark, death-like world.

This was something that could not be helped. Since the god of life and death had himself confirmed that he was a being that aroused human disgust, Llewelyn had to treat him alone within the reach of people.

And the great god of life and death was something very different from that impression.

It’s inhumane and stupid. I didn’t even notice it well.

However, the divinity and power that overflows in the body acts like a mighty storm in itself.

It also gave the feeling that the storm itself was personified. It meant it was dangerous.

Faced with such danger alone, Ni Llewelyn felt her stomach twisted and her judgment twisted.

She held her thumb up so she could pull out her sword and a group of stars at any time, but she didn’t know if she would be able to react in time if she tried to do something.

So, Llewelyn tried to avoid going against ‘that’ review as much as possible…

The god of life and death seemed like something that could not even be called judgment.

When she saw it face to face, the discomfort she felt became verbalized.

It was close to a plant in the shape of a human.

The hardened skin covering the outside also resembled the bark of a plant rather than the carapace of an insect.

Being alive and yet dead. Something that is actually alive, but is accepted as dead by those who do not know or are ignorant.

It was truly a fitting sight. As Llewelyn became conscious, the God of Life and Death met Llewelyn’s eyes.

The same thing happened with my understanding of humans. Llewelyn thought she was a huge, willful plant, she thought calmly.

“Steward.”

My hair splits. A voice like the sound of metal coming out again.

An unfamiliar voice that was neither female nor male. Llewelyn barely suppressed the twitching of her fingers and faced her god.

“I will ask again.”

A god who speaks patiently and calmly.

The god asked as he faced Llewelyn.

“Do you still hate me?”

This has been a persistent question since a while ago. It feels like they want something different after that.

So Llewellyn rarely gave an honest answer.

Although I feel disgusted, and the being called ‘Father’ above the sky is constantly whispering to me to hate.

Apart from that, I couldn’t figure out what the intention of the question was.

It was not a question that could be answered hastily. I couldn’t even guess what I was hoping for.

So after hesitating, Llewelyn let out her sigh.

“I can’t answer. Because I don’t know what you want.”

The God of Life and Death looked at Llewelyn blankly and then opened her mouth.

What on earth will they say, what will they propose, what kind of surprise attack are they planning?

Llewelyn looked at the crack in her skull as she tensed up.

“You were right.”

I stopped at the deep regretful voice that came out.

“We shouldn’t be together.”

As he looked at her as if trying to understand her true intentions, the god of life and death made an earnest wish.

“Return us to our original form, the gods of life and the gods of death.”

Reuniting with your lover.