I Became the Wrong Race

215 – God of the Night (6)

The darkest dawn before the sun rises.

Llewelyn saw a woman standing tall on the horizon.

Holding the God of Dreams in her right hand, she contemplates the situation with her stern face.

It arrived. They are beings who impersonate the god of the night, or… I was facing a being who might be the god of the night.

It almost certainly looked like a trap, but it was a path I reached in the end because I knew it was inevitable.

To get here, they had to cut down countless ‘each other’.

Did you say that ominous assumptions always come true?

Llewelyn thought of the ‘fake’ who had died in her own hands not long ago.

It also occurred to me that countless’fake’s’were waiting for her to die, as if they were biting her tail.

Pain. Just thinking about it made me frown.

Melody asked what she would do if even her personality was cloned.

It was clear that Llewelyn was afraid and avoided that fact.

It was truly terrible, because it was exactly what the melody said.

She is the woman he loves, the knight who is loyal to him.

And it was a terrible thing for her to kill the woman who loved her with her own hands.

As if the reason he didn’t appear as Lorian was for now, Lorian’s fake persistently tried to persuade him.

She says she is real and that is fake.

The persuasion that I am being deceived again.

It didn’t go over. I had to kill him.

But the tears that fake Lorian shed with his sighs and sad face

She gave Llewelyn her condolences even though she had killed someone who deserved to be killed.

[Mourning 2/5]

There were two sorrows left. It wouldn’t matter if you were hurt anyway and in the middle of a fight.

Those numbers were nothing short of revealing that Llewellyn had suffered mentally.

Clearly, cloning a personality was much more difficult.

Even now, an ominous thought occurred to her that what she had killed might be real and what was next to her might be fake.

‘No, it’s a vain idea. I made the right choice.’

The problem was that it kept rising even though divinity guaranteed it.

Llewelyn desperately shocked her head to erase the information that had built up in her mind, and looked in front of her with a sound that was close to a sigh.

There was a night god there.

“God of dreams, what do you think?”

“… It looks like my night.”

The answer was not clear.

But I couldn’t help it. You can’t tell by appearance alone.

I don’t know if I feel divinity. It was too far away, and there was also the divinity flowing from Llewelyn’s body and the divinity of the dream god.

There is only one way to judge. Getting closer.

Five people and one head stood tall and looked at the god of the night.

Although there were twelve eyes each with different thoughts, the God of the Night stood quietly.

It’s not common. But.

“I’ll have to check.”

“I will take care of the side.”

There was no option to go back. Llewellin sighed and stepped in front of her, and before he knew it, Geomseong had caught up to Llewellin’s side of her.

The distance quickly shortened. Even though the group was getting closer, the God of Night stayed where he was, not moving an inch.

In the end, we became able to hear and convey each other’s words without having to raise our voices. Nevertheless, the god of the night was quietly smiling.

I was reluctant.

“God of dreams.”

“… Okay. I understand.”

Even the God of Dreams seemed like that. Although he hesitated, he opened his mouth.

“Night, my other half. Really… “You?”

The dream god’s voice was trembling, and his expression showed deep hesitation.

He was afraid.

And despite those fears, the night god smiled.

“A dream, a lovely part of me. “Do you not recognize me?”

Motherhood deeply felt in a soft voice.

It was something that even Llewelyn, who grew up without a mother and was insensitive to motherhood, was shocked.

I felt a deep fascination that could melt human reason and manipulate human emotions.

A fascination that is different from Llewelyn’s.

However, she came to her senses and was not charmed.

“Didn’t you hear my call, my voice desperately seeking you?”

“… No, I heard it. Night. Clearly… “I heard it clearly.”

The goddess with a sad expression was beautiful.

From the slender yet kindly curved eyes and thoughtful gaze to the beautifully sculptural features that sit neatly on top of the pale skin.

The goddess was a beautiful being. So much so that you can clearly see it even without the influence of fascination.

The goddess’s eyes scanned Llewelyn.

“Steward, didn’t you hear?”

The goddess also regarded Llewelyn as her steward, and she was the father of the three clans.

Am I bound to be mistaken? Even as Llewelyn thought so, she could not hide her expression her softening her.

“I didn’t hear it. But… The God of Dreams guided me here.”

The God of Night made eye contact with the God of Dreams, and the God of Dreams smiled awkwardly.

I could feel hope in his expression her her her her.

“I will not blame you if you did not hear the call. Rather, I should be grateful to my companion who guided you here.”

A kind smile and reasonable words. Llewelyn was relieved, and as she remembered the countless doppelgängers she had to cut and destroy to get here, she was able to let go of her nervousness.

Sword Saint carried his sword on his shoulder as if steam was leaking out, and Isla was holding a bow made of light, but she seemed to have no intention of shooting.

Lorian placed his hand on the hilt of the sword but remained quiet, while Melody searched and placed the sheathed estoc on the floor.

No one showed any hostility. Fortunately, indeed.

Llewellyn was relieved and winked at the God of Dreams.

“So… Night. Why on earth did you bring us here? No, there was a more, more important question. Yes.”

“Slowly. Stay calm.”

“Ahhh. Yes. Okay, thank you. For counting. That is…”

The God of Night listened with his hands folded, and the God of Dreams let out an awkward laugh.

“I need to tell you why I became like this. While I was waiting for you… Something from outside the world came to my cradle. “It killed me, so I had no choice but to borrow the body of a prisoner.”

Even though he was rambling, the God of Dreams desperately organized his words.

For a god who was famous for his wit, I thought he stuttered too much.

On the one hand, I could understand it. Because there is so much to say.

So Llewelyn waited patiently.

“After that, I just waited for you without an appointment. Forever… Until this guy comes and sets me free.”

“Steward, thank you for setting my companion free.”

God bowing down with his hand on his chest. The God of Dreams paused for a moment before adding,

“Bam, I understand your misunderstanding, but… This man is not a steward. He is a newly born god who inherited the divinity of a steward.”

It was because they believed that the story would not progress if they were misunderstood as a steward.

Of course, even if he didn’t add anything, he didn’t think there would be any problems in continuing the story.

Llewelyn and others too.

But is it because the words have already come out of my mouth? It seemed like he decided to introduce the rest of the group as well.

“I should also introduce these warriors here. Without their help, neither I nor this benefactor would have been able to be brought here. These are…”

Before speaking, the dream god stops. His gaze turned to the god of the night.

There was a sense of discomfort.

In fact, it was like that from the beginning. From the first time they spoke, the God of Dreams felt uncomfortable.

Divinity, appearance, words and actions.

Everything was the same as the Night God, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

It was a feeling of discomfort that Llewelyn could not feel. He felt that sense of discomfort moving her mouth.

“Night, my companion… “What are you looking at?”

The voice and atmosphere suddenly calmed.

He noticed that the Night God was not paying attention to anyone standing behind Llewellyn and the God of Dreams.

It was different from just not being interested and not watching.

Rather…

It feels like something is too small or too far away to be seen.

My hair feels sore. The God of Dreams didn’t know where the sensation he felt came from.

But I was sure. The feeling I felt now is not a lie.

“Night, I want to ask you something.”

The night god did not even answer the previous question. Even Llewelyn knew something was wrong.

“God of dreams? What now…”

“How did you come back?”

Llewelyn’s mouth closes. She senses that the mood of Lorian, Isla, Melody, and Sword Saint has changed and she tries to back out.

For some reason, I couldn’t feel her feet moving. She was clearly retreating, but the distance did not increase.

“What happened to the other gods, all the gods in the pantheon?”

The sound of swords being drawn sequentially is heard, and the tone of the dream god becomes harsh.

The night god was still smiling quietly.

“What happened to the Great Ascension?”

“Dream, my companion. “I don’t know what that means.”

The answer comes softly. The dream god gritted his teeth.

“There’s no way you wouldn’t know!”

A loud roar. The dream god, with only his head left, looked at his companion as if he was screaming.

“Why did I remain in this abandoned world, in this cursed land, and why do you not even remember why you left?! “What on earth happened!”

“God of dreams.”

“Tell me! Please, so that I can understand—”

“God of dreams!”

The God of Dreams gasped and stopped speaking.

He opened his eyes wide when Llewelyn, who had called him, lifted her up and showed her a high place.

“That… Can you see it?”

The sun was rising. With the sunlight coming diagonally into the magic landscape.

The sunlight that came in like that illuminated the god of the night.

It was too cloudy and dark to be sacred.

It was less sunlight than entering a closed chest.

But is it because the darker the darkness, the more the light stands out?

The God of Dreams saw a sense of discomfort spreading over the God of Night.

There was something.

It was so huge. There was no head, so I rolled my eyes and looked up, but there was a hugeness with no end in sight.

It wasn’t even a shadow. There was only a blurry outline.

The God of Dreams, looking up at the gigantic figure undulating along the path illuminated by the sun, soon took a deep breath.

That was the god of the night.

There was no doubt.

However, that wasn’t everything.

Intuitively, he knew. That’s the night god he once loved, but now that’s only a small part of it.

“It’s not night… What the hell are you… ” ?”

It was then.

Something huge stretched out its hand toward the sun rising high.

Towards a law that begins, a law that is natural and that no one can break.

Belatedly, everyone present noticed that it resembled the outline of an arm.

And that realization comes faster than you can think.

Kwaduk!

The sun was captured.

A huge and faint hand grabbed the sun.

Crackle, crackle, the debris shed by the sun falls toward the floor as flames.

A very unrealistic sight. Even Isla, who had little emotional change, stiffened, and even the Sword Saint frowned, and the sky moved.

No.

Something huge shook the sky.

“Blood—”

Faster than words can come together. Something from the God of Night struck the sky in his hand toward the ground.

The sound disappears. The space spreads. The paint that has become cloudy due to excessive mixing stains the drawing paper.

The trajectory heading towards the ground is vertical. But the whole world is colored.

There was no roar. Nothing was broken. Nevertheless, Llewellyn let out a rough breath.

It was already night.

And Llewelyn saw that, as if she were pulling down a shutter, she had pulled down the night sky and pinned it to the ground.

Something was moving in the dark sky.

Although it was invisible to my eyes, I blankly watched what it moved and did.

The way it grabs the god of the night and twists it up.

[God of the night, ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■]

The sight of the night sky turning into a sword.

[Level: ■■■]