I Became the Wrong Race

191 – Life and Death (5)

Unlike what it looked like from the outside, the tower did not have any special characteristics, such as being bigger on the inside.

Rather, the tower was very neat and tidy.

Perhaps because he is the god of life and death, the inside of the tower was as quiet as death, and there was no noise, noise, or even any trace of other life.

All that is there is a huge altar and all kinds of materials that seem to have been prepared for separation.

There were quite a few elixirs, a lot of magical ingredients, and a lot of tools whose purpose I couldn’t figure out, but whose purpose I could vaguely guess could be of medical use.

In that place, the gods of life and death were preparing for separation.

It was a long-awaited wish that lasted at least thousands of years.

Llewelyn was reading that wish with her skin and sharp intuition.

And the more I read, the more ominous I felt. Something feels wrong. But I feel like I can’t figure out what’s wrong or where it started.

I couldn’t hastily decide on a response or take action. Because that could have messed up the situation.

So Llewelyn followed me to the tower. In the tower she entered, she saw the sheep of life and death.

The god of life and death, a god with four arms and four legs and moving at lightning speed, moved as if he was lazily putting various things on the altar.

“… Elixir and nectar. “You had all those rare things.”

The god of dreams who speaks somberly. Llewellyn was conscious of the god hanging behind his waist

“Elixir? Nectar?”

“You can think of it as a rare drug. Especially… Nectar is an amalgam of divinity used to transform heroes who have achieved great feats into gods.”

Was God something that humans could become? She didn’t know because there wasn’t much information left, but Llewelyn vaguely guessed that she watched what the Gods of Life and Death were doing.

Lucilla’s eyes were shining white at what would soon become the retreat, and Llewelyn also gazed at life and death with a slight wariness.

Doesn’t that god know these boundaries?

Llewelyn didn’t think so. I’m sure you know. Even though they know, they are letting this separation happen because only Llewelyn can help them.

“… Ah.”

Llewelyn suddenly realized. Come to think of it, she didn’t hear anything about how they wanted to separate it.

Perhaps she had read such a hint in Llewellyn’s exclamation of her, or perhaps she had just remembered it after hearing it, but Life and Death spoke in a peculiar, harsh screech.

“For separation, you can use your divinity.”

“Life and death. Do you really think that will happen?”

“It is possible.”

The God of Dreams answered, but Life and Death did not reply at length.

A tone of voice that exudes a strange degree of confidence. Llewellyn felt a sense of discomfort there. If I fail, what on earth am I going to do if I don’t know?

How on earth do you know that someone who has just been created as a rookie would have such a talent?

Llewelyn was confused.

She also couldn’t let her guard down. Because the opponent’s appearance is just a facade, it is difficult to notice even if the real purpose is hidden.

But she also thought that way.

I hope all of that is true and that separation succeeds.

Although we didn’t spend a long time together, Life and Death didn’t feel like evil people.

The pantheon didn’t have enough power, and the more gods there were, the better it wasn’t.

Crucially, Llewelyn had a lot of lingering spirit. She thought that although their time together was short, they might be able to get along as fellow ‘incests.’

Above all, she felt that if she could solve the tragedy they had experienced, her relationship with her sister would be accepted.

So Llewelyn wanted to help separate them and lead them to the Pantheon.

When she asked the God of Dreams about this opinion on her way, she received a positive answer.

‘Life was gentle and kind, death was strict but fair. Everyone loved it before such a tragedy, so it is sure to be a great help to the pantheon.’

Even though he himself had not yet returned to the pantheon, the God of Dreams actively cooperated with Llewelyn.

As he himself said, it is because God has no choice but to spare God.

It was said that her arms were bent inward, so Llewelyn wanted to get rid of her since she was not an evil spirit that could never be dealt with.

Then, the chances of your precious people dying or getting hurt will be greatly reduced, and your ability to solve all kinds of problems will also greatly increase.

In that sense, life and death were gods who wanted to have as positive a relationship as possible.

“Sejin.”

“It’s okay.”

So, even though his sister was looking at him with secretly worried eyes, Llewelyn gave her thumbs up, saying it was okay.

“Trust me.”

Lucilla was proud of her younger sister’s bravery and found it endearing.

She was worried, but it was unbecoming of a sister to disturb her when her younger brother asked her to trust him.

She was greedy. She was Yoon Se-jin’s older sister and she wanted to be his lover at the same time, so Lucilla smiled and nodded.

One thing she didn’t know was that her words, asking her to trust them, were more like Llewelyn’s own whispers.

I still had an ominous feeling.

As I approached the altar, the furrows on both sides of the altar were filled with liquid that the God of Dreams called nectar and elixir.

“Leave the God of Dreams behind.”

“… “Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes.”

The God of Dreams stopped talking with a bitter expression, and Llewelyn threw the remaining God of her head to her sister and walked up to the altar alone.

“Steward.”

Life and Death faced Llewelyn at the altar.

“I don’t believe in God.”

And she suddenly said: Words that make Llewellyn raise his eyebrows.

Llewelyn felt uncomfortable because she referred to it as ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ as usual, but she couldn’t figure out why.

“I’m a god too?”

“You are the only exception. Even though you loathe and hate us, you never criticize us or throw stones at us. “We quietly filled the space we left.”

Was ‘father’ that kind of guy? I must have suffered some losses. Llewellyn listened silently as she thought about what she was going to say.

“And now, you have accepted your flesh and blood as your lover.”

Llewellyn’s shoulders shake. I felt my sister standing behind her, at her exit.

She looked just as shocked when she heard it.

It wasn’t a surprise to her that she noticed. The god of dreams who doesn’t know much about human love, the only thing he knows is Ortemilia, who is essentially unfamiliar with humans.

The other person was a deity who suffered a phenomenon close to a curse due to incest thousands of years ago.

I have no choice but to know. Llewellyn purred, scratching her chin.

“You understand our situation. So we believe in you. You will separate us. Even if you are not God, it is the same.”

If it weren’t for God she couldn’t have helped with the separation, but Llewellyn didn’t say that.

Because hitting the candle doesn’t suit my personality. Llewellyn chewed her mouth for a moment and then let out a sigh.

“I thought you would be my…” ” “I would like you to fill the vacancy in the new pantheon.”

“Us?”

“Yes.”

Life and death tilt their heads as if unexpectedly. Skin like an old tree creaked.

“There are a lot of vacations. There are many enemies. I am… I want everyone around me to be happy. The goal now is to create a city where everyone is happy.”

“It’s grand.”

“So it’s worth achieving.”

Once I started speaking, the words flowed out. Did you say it was internal intimacy? Le Welin could feel her words her her coming out spontaneously as she thought she was in the same situation.

“Life and Death, I hope you will be with us even after you are divided into the God of Life and the God of Death.”

The god of life and death recalled the distant past at that suggestion.

Before merging, before love became a curse.

A time when everyone served and followed. A time when the gods respected, humans respected, and people fulfilled their duties and served as an example.

It is a past that has already passed too long and remains like a scar. And like all scars, when you sweep over the scar, memories rather than pain come to mind.

It was fun. It was rewarding.

It would be nice if I could feel it again. The feeling of regaining what was taken away from you, the feeling of receiving such a warm offer.

It was something very new. The god of life and death nodded slowly, feeling overwhelmed.

“I will.”

The corners of the mouth loosen. Even when faced with that disgusting appearance, Llewelyn could not shake off her anxiety.

It was ominous. Still.

I thought she would disappear after the conversation and the promise.

It was still the same. An ominous premonition was still pounding in my head, and my heart was beating wildly, sending divinity throughout my body.

“Then, I will tell you what to do. “I am a child of the sun.”

Llewelyn nodded her head, her stomach churning, and her life and death stretched out her three of her hands and traced them in the air.

And Llewelyn saw her divinity moving along those hands of hers. The three divine figures draw the line.

A very familiar line. After looking at it silently, Llewelyn realized that it was close to a sacred reproduction of the ‘good’ used by the protective school or structural school.

And just like the magic drawn with those line segments, it was established as a law.

Rather, because it is divine, it acts as a more powerful law. Llewellyn’s eyes caught the lines drawn by the three arms.

It was a law only for the gods of life and death.

A law to separate life and death and return them to their original form.

It would have been interesting to watch if Ortemilia had been there, but she was not here. Because her rising ominousness prevented me from following her.

So, Llewellyn engraved the line segment into his eyes, even though he knew there was no problem with its composition.

Even though she also wants to believe in the gods of life and death.

She couldn’t erase the ominous feeling that came to her mind. There was a widespread feeling that something was wrong.

Until the line segment finally ends and is complete.

The structure completed by life and death seemed like something that nothing would happen until it was completed on its own.

I had to borrow someone else’s help. To be exact, the help of another godhead.

It also required the help of someone who was so favored by the world that he was called a child of the sun.

Llewelyn knew she was who she was. The God of Life and Death looked at her, and upon meeting those reluctant eyes her her her her her, Llewelyn moved her hand her her her her.

Although she had a bad memory, her divine drawings remained in her memory.

Suppressing her ominousness her her her, Llewellyn drew what Life and Death had drawn.

Connect to the left along the line extending from bottom to top, top to side, and right.

It was a circular picture. The end of the cycle was sharp like an arrowhead.

It symbolizes cutting and separation. Llewelyn didn’t realize what was wrong until she finished the painting.

She thought she might never notice.

It would be better if it were like that.

The gods of life and death ascended the altar. She lay down on the altar, folded her arms and waited.

Her completed technique Her Her is engraved on the body, and the body gradually cracks and becomes distorted.

Llewelyn unconsciously took a step back and looked at it, watching her strange and twisted fusion her slowly transform into two gods.

A beautiful goddess with long, curly white hair and a handsome deity with black hair that reaches down to her shoulders.

The two slowly appeared on the altar.

Is it a success? Llewelyn hoped that her ominous intuition had finally proven wrong.

Not everything worked out that well.

God opened his eyes.

The black-haired god awakened and shook the cold body of the god lying on the floor.

And Llewelyn saw her expression, which was full of joy and a sense of accomplishment that she had finally reached it, slowly distorted.

She didn’t call his name her her her or raise her voice her her her. I just shook my cold body as I looked at the god who didn’t open his eyes.

“Life, my other half…”

Words that flow like a complaint. Even when the God of Death whispered, the God of Life did not open his eyes.

The sight of her lying down with her hands folded and her eyes closed, not even moving, made her look like the god of death.

As if he were the god of death who died on his own in the end and achieved eternal death.

The god of death lamented death for the first time when he realized that his other half, the god of life, would coldly close his eyes and never open them again.

She bowed in sorrow and cried over her lover’s body.

Only then did Llewelyn wonder if this was what she felt was ominous.

Still, she felt fortunate that it didn’t get to the worst that she thought it would, and on the other hand, she mourned the loss of Shinkyuk, whom she never spoke to.

“… Ah.”

Until that divinity is sucked towards Llewelyn.

The god of death slowly turned his head as he looked at the other half of his soul that was disappearing, and his dark eyes met Llewellyn’s.

And Llewelyn saw.

The anger in the eyes of the god of death.

[Mourning]

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At that moment, the two gods moved simultaneously.