I Became the Wrong Race

190 – Life and Death (4)

Magyeong was a place that gave off the feeling of a chaotic mixture of all kinds of environments.

In fact, it wasn’t just a feeling. The majority of what was actually visible showed the unique disorder of the chaotic environment.

I thought I could see something like a desert, but there was snow piled up on the peak.

They were all close to purple, but only the accumulated eyes were shiny black, and those eyes themselves were squirming as if they were alive, devouring the corpse of the dead monster that had fallen to the floor.

Meanwhile, there was a jungle not far away.

The type of jungle that you don’t want to enter even at first glance, and that you shouldn’t enter. Llewelyn saw even the gods of life and death avoid such a jungle.

Where is that? Sometimes I got curious because I saw something that looked like a city, but when I got closer, it wasn’t a city.

Go oh oh oh oh oh oh!

It was a monster.

A huge beast carrying a city-like peak on its back.

It was a strange monster that looked like a mixture of a turtle and an elephant. The head was closer to a turtle than an elephant, but the thick legs and body shape could be said to be that of an elephant.

The monster was bigger than a tarrasque and had tough leather.

Worst of all, the God of Life and Death had to attack him for a long time before he could be killed.

The blood boiled on the floor like parasites, devouring life, and the corpse was completely decomposed by the blood that escaped from the body, turning into a handful of blood.

Llewelyn pursed her lips as she watched the blood running away towards the distant horizon.

What on earth is this place, and why does something like this happen?

I couldn’t figure it out. However, there are not many means to make this possible.

Llewelyn stared at the back of the god of life and death who walked in front of her.

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It’s been half a day since I entered Magyeong.

The refuge of life and death is still not close. Even if it got closer, I didn’t know if I would be able to recognize it.

“She’s different from the Demon Lord I know. Even though she says it’s different, it’s so…”

Such magic scenes were greatly different from those of the Old Continent.

Although it is true that the Demon World of the Old Continent is an ominous and dangerous area with purple and murky air.

It was not a place filled with this much disorder.

When I asked if it had been like this for a long time, the God of Dreams denied it from behind.

“In the past, this place was a huge and wide plain. “It was a place with huge wheat fields that reached to the horizon in the fall.”

But now it has become a chaotic area with no specific environment.

Even the God of Dreams let out a low sigh as if he had no idea, and Llewelyn was lost in her thoughts as she listened to the God’s words to her to her.

Maybe the gods of life and death really did something to make it like this.

Arva’s guess may be right.

So, is it resolved by killing the God of Life and Death? I didn’t know, but there was a possibility, and a possibility not.

Either way is possible, so you can’t decide hastily.

Llewelyn walked for a while and called out to the god of life and death.

“Speak, child of the sun.”

“Would you please take the lead and explore first and then come back? “We have something to talk about for a moment.”

“Am I not allowed to listen?”

“… Yes.”

She thought about adding, but no words came out of her mouth. Because she is not good at lying, she doesn’t even speak freely unless she prepares.

However, the god of life and death surprisingly took it lightly and took the lead.

She walked towards the horizon and disappeared, and the speed was not something that could be ignored.

Although she believed that there was a strong possibility that she would have the upper hand based on her physical abilities, Llewelyn calmly returned to her sister.

“What’s happening all of a sudden? Are you feeling unwell? Shall I give you a piggyback ride?”

“No, it’s okay. Just… “The three of us have something to talk about.”

Three.

Lu Silla’s eyes rolled, and Llewellyn put forward only her head.

“Hmm? “What are you planning to discuss?”

“There are things to say that bother me, and things to discuss.”

Only then did Lucilla feel a little disappointment that it wasn’t her who was the subject, but she was used to her own disappointments.

Because Yoon Se-jin receives cookies on November 11th, she had to be strong so she wouldn’t be disappointed.

In the end, she was the one who won, so it’s a good thing, but the lesson from that time still remains.

Yoon Se-ah waited for her younger brother to speak, trying not to drink her homemade kimchi soup.

“First of all. What do you think of that god?”

“… “What should I say?”

The God of Dreams smiled bitterly at Llewelyn’s question.

“I don’t think it would look like that… She hadn’t even thought about it. “There is no trace of my old self.”

“The old look? “What was it like before?”

Llewellyn says she has never seen life or death. That’s why she only knew that appearance.

On the other hand, the God of Dreams was different.

“They were a beautiful couple. “We called them brother and sister, but in reality, they were the beauty of a man and a woman combined.”

It was an explanation that was difficult to imagine. Llewelyn skimmed over it, she guessed that she was in full human form anyway.

And that was right too. In essence, God is created from humans or is modeled after God.

In that respect, Life and Death were worthy of its name.

Being born and going to sleep in the grave are completely equal regardless of gender or age.

“But they shouldn’t have been paired together. As a result, I just knew that she had failed.”

The dream god’s eyes trembled slightly as if he was shocked. The scarlet eyes were wet with shock and the light was dim.

“If only I knew it would go away.”

A deity sighing. Llewelyn looked at the scene and changed her words.

“That person has been calling me the child of the sun since a while ago.”

Anyone who heard it could tell that it was consideration. So, instead of pointing out the indecency as usual, the dream god lowered her eyes and looked at the young god holding her head with a slight gratitude.

“What on earth does that mean?”

“… It means that life and death are mistaking you for a steward.”

Steward. Father. Child of the sun.

As the words all referred to the same being, Llewelyn’s not-so-excellent memory reminded her of something she had once heard.

God of fire, civilization, and knowledge.

The most powerful god and king of the gods.

A thought suddenly occurred to me, and Llewelyn looked at the God of Dreams with a darkened expression.

God calmly affirmed.

“The steward was the eldest son of the king of the gods, the god of fire, civilization, and knowledge.”

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It wasn’t a very shocking fact. In the end, it is true that either one lost and became a ‘father’, and although he was related to Llewelyn, it was not a very big relationship.

Llewellyn saw her her ‘father’ as something only related by blood to her her own body her her her, a homunculus.

So nothing changed.

However, it was not helpful information at all.

Llewelyn still didn’t understand her own origins her or how a being who gave her her her her power her her her simply because she felt sorry for someone else’s death could be so evil.

She didn’t understand why she created three clans and why she became a transcendent and gave them power.

However, the moment you realize that such a being is once the steward of the pantheon and the son of the godhead who was called the king of the gods.

It seemed like there was a clue. It was really vague, in fact it was close to taking half a step forward.

Still, it was progress. Llewelyn walked on her horse, lost in her thoughts. The god of life and death joined them without any sign of hesitation and made his way, and despite all the threats from the devil, he took the lead as if protecting the group.

I also saw a lot of mimic-type monsters.

There were quite a few monsters pretending to be people. I don’t know if she has an ego, but she imitates humans so precisely that it was difficult for even Llewelyn to step forward, but once Life and Death came forward, it was easy to confirm that they were monsters.

Most of the bodies that were scattered in pieces ended up running away to the horizon in their fragments.

No matter how much I looked at it, I couldn’t get used to the sight of only the head remaining, the upper arm being torn off, and only the left arm and chest remaining, running away with what looked like sprouted legs. Br﹥

I could tell that I was slowly getting closer to my destination.

Suddenly, monsters became rare.

The only monsters you see are the ones that run away. Llewelyn could easily guess the reason.

It was close to the nest of a ‘top predator’.

In reality, there is no need to eat or drink, and there is no need to harm anyone.

A godhead who can slaughter monsters without any mercy or human feelings.

An overwhelming force that even Lucilla, who has reached level 20, cannot properly understand her movements.

As Llewelyn got closer to her unfamiliar tower, she realized it.

“Do not be nervous, child of the sun. “This is our home.”

The God of Life and Death clearly showed her nervousness as she said this.

She seemed incredibly happy that they had spent such a long time together and that she could finally be reunited with her lover.

And while Llewellyn felt that in some cases she should take advantage of that anticipation, she hoped that things would turn out for the better.

The ending that those gods of life and death met was a bitter one even for Llewelyn.

Even though they looked disgusting, they didn’t seem like anyone else’s business.

If possible, I wanted to resolve it in a good way and form an alliance.

They wanted to recruit and fill the countless vacuums left in the pantheon.

But for some reason, I had an ominous feeling that that wouldn’t happen.

Her divinely strengthened intuition she whispered so.