I Became the Wrong Race

249 – Three Abominations (7)

The future.

Llewelyn pondered those words in an unfamiliar mood.

Netel clearly said he wanted to talk about the future, and there was no room for misunderstanding in his remarks.

It was not because Netel was good at speaking or explaining context well, nor because Netel had a well-known personality. To put it more simply, I felt like even Llewellyn was not sure about Netel’s personality right now.

At one point, he seemed kind. In particular, he showed a very limited response to the survival of the world.

Normally, when you see a rotting wound, you might think about cutting it out, but Netel was able to suture it even though it cost him quite a bit of flesh. It was like that right after the fight with the transcendental person impersonating the god of the night not long ago.

It would have been more efficient to completely destroy the world that had already occurred. Llewellyn, whose senses were becoming increasingly different from those of humans as his divinity his his his rose his, knew that.

But Netel didn’t do that. She closed it with some force.

I don’t know how much she lost as a result and what level of strength she needs to regain.

It occurred to me that she must not have been light. Even though she was at least of equal stature to Llewelyn, she wouldn’t have even been able to try if she didn’t have the same level of power.

Netel discussed her future her her her her.

Inexplicably, only meaning and intention overflowed in Llewelyn’s mind.

No one else could hear those words. She was heard only by those who were allowed and qualified.

The prophet felt like going on a rampage, but he couldn’t. Even though the presence is below, on the ornately carved podium of the prophet and the emperor.

A person standing on ‘Netel’ cannot avoid ‘Netel’s gaze.

With that thought in mind, Llewelyn glanced at her page and then she saw the Emperor.

The emperor just stood there like a doll.

There is no facial expression. I can’t even open my mouth. In fact, I’m not even breathing.

It didn’t matter because he was a homunculus. Llewelyn, Lucilla, and the Emperor are all beings who can live without even breathing.

If there were no transcendents outside the universe, they would have survived even if they were thrown off the ground by a sudden volcanic eruption.

I may have had to give up thinking and remain neither dead nor alive, but at least Llewelyn knew that was the case.

So she didn’t worry about the emperor. As Llewelyn looked at the face that resembled her sister, she felt an inner intimacy building up within her, but she struggled to look away.

So, what should I look for?

Llewelyn looked up at the sky.

“If you say the future, what kind of future are you talking about?”

The answer comes after a pause. It made no difference whether Llewellyn’s eyes were open or closed, she just closed her eyes.

Netel answered. The answer was still only heard by Llewellyn in words, not in words.

The future that Netel envisions… It was something uncertain.

In fact, Llewellyn was almost confused as to whether the future she was drawing was the future of this planet.

On the ground, creatures unfamiliar even to Llewelyn were living.

Not a beastman, a shapeshifter, a necromancer, or even a human or blood relative.

A strange race that is neither elves nor dwarves, but quite different from dragons.

Although their entire bodies were covered in fur, there were living creatures that looked more like humans covered in shaggy fur rather than animals.

Under their feet were the remnants of a once flourishing civilization, and their primitive civilization blossomed on the newly sprouted soil.

It’s the future.

The future is so distant. I’m not even sure how far into the future it is.

Perhaps, it may be a new new continent that lies further away than the new continent beneath the fruit where Llewelyn stands now.

If so, it might not be that far into the future, but I wasn’t sure.

Because Netel had no intention of explaining such things. I just feel one thing.

Nettel hoped that life would continue.

I hoped that various types of life would still exist on this earth, living and dying, being born and dealing with each other.

I hoped it would be the same no matter how much time passed. No, the same thing is a little different.

‘No matter what form it takes… ‘To survive.’

That was what Netel wanted. Llewellyn was speechless at the subtle difference in perception despite its distant status and power.

It was not common.

I don’t want her her humans her or her her her her her three clans her her her to lead a life, nor do I want them to worship her.

Rather, there was no such trace at all in the landscape of the ‘future’ shown to Llewelyn.

If Netel had not shown it and she had no intention of conveying her intention, it would have been confusing as to what kind of scene this was.

If it had been a dream, she could have just dismissed it as a dream.

To that extent, Netel was not concerned with form. She didn’t care who she was leading now or what was going on in the world.

If the scene shown was a dark fantasy even worse than the world of Grimm Darker, a magical world where furry humans kill each other, there would have been no difference in what Netel wanted.

Even if humans destroy, hate, and kill each other.

It’s rare for people to fight, pulling out each other’s foundations and roots.

Usually, there is something that stands in the way.

I don’t know if it was after a weapon capable of shaking the world was created, but Llewelyn knew that the only being of that level in this world was Lucilla.

Didn’t she call it ‘Death of a Star’?

The embodiment of a madman who wants to burn the planet to ashes for the sake of love and family.

Since Lucilla, who came from another world, could make something like that, Netel’s goal had no choice but to be achieved somehow.

Except the world is about to end.

“Is that why you want me?”

Netel read Llewelyn’s thoughts thoroughly and agreed. The pleasant air current that spread out with a hum instilled an unexpected sense of positivity in the rest of the beings except Llewelyn.

I feel like I’m suffering from bipolar disorder. Even as Llewellyn thought, she focused on Netel.

“If you want to prevent the world from being destroyed, you need me… “Have you been waiting for me so desperately?”

Of course, it wasn’t that there was no currency.

What Netel needed was not the homunculus Yoon Se-jin, who had neither power nor divinity at the time of possession.

What Netel needed was Llewelyn.

The last god who will one day reach the future, uses the constellations as his sword and pulsates with divinity.

A being who has acquired all the qualifications, power, and means to do so.

Llewellyn saw her Emperor again.

It was a creation created by Netel from the distant past after seeing Lucilla from the distant future. For her, the distinction between past and future was meaningless.

Fighting with such a being was nonsensical. At least, winning was impossible. I don’t know about mutual destruction.

If Netel wanted it, Llewellyn would have had her head cut off while she was still Yoon Se-jin. The being that had time in its hands her was so fearful.

But it didn’t happen. Because it was something that even destroyed the possibility of the future.

In fact, it was unclear whether that would have been the case.

Although Netel, when necessary, goes to a level of cruelty beyond human expectations…

‘What happened to Selma… Was it really the intention to punish?’

There was no feeling that the cruelty was necessary or intentional.

She had suspicions that it might be something like Netel’s fascination, but those suspicions did not lead to certainty.

In fact, it was the opposite. There was no malice in Netel’s actions

It is committing evil deeds without malice. In some ways, the crime is worse…

It was like a human accidentally stepping on an insect.

I can’t say it wasn’t a mistake, but it meant it wasn’t intentional.

It was like the ‘comfortable position’ I felt when I saw the emperor a little while ago.

Netel judges fate by looking at the world itself.

Her will reads the twists and turns of fate. She leans on her arms and steps on the curves that sharply read through time and space.

That’s how we seek to change the world.

As Llewelyn felt Netel, she felt her perception broadening. She understood what she saw and judged.

For her, her emperor was a suitable twist of fate to lean on.

The spot where Selma was was a bump that she had to press against.

That’s why Selma died.

‘… It sucks.’

The planet’s will that does not understand humans or recognize humans, but has a great influence on humans.

What a cruel existence this is. With a sigh, Llewelyn once again confirmed my plan.

After all, Netel should not exist. It is only a tragedy when those who manage the world do not recognize those who exist in the world.

“What exactly are you planning to do with me?”

The moment you ask, the answer comes back. The ‘method’ flowed into Llewellyn’s mind as if it were a moment he had been waiting for for a long time.

The twists and turns of fate that face the universe, a curtain wrapped around the shape of a planet.

It could be said to be a ‘wall’, so to speak, that was set aside to prevent outsiders from entering.

That is why the transcendentals have only been able to send out their power and not be able to pierce it.

But that also has its limits. The wall is slowly becoming thinner, and one day it will collapse, allowing the wild beasts lurking outside to take a bite.

When that happens, everything ends. I felt that everything in the world would be torn apart, and that even time and space would be reduced to a meal.

The method Netel chose to prevent that was simple.

In fact, there was not much difference from what the transcendental person who dealt with the god of the night did.

But it was a more sophisticated way.

‘This… Brush?’

Llewelyn’s form no longer existed. However, in hands other than Netel’s, Llewelyn traced the universe.

It was not a lie that she vaguely felt that she was outside the universe.

The Transcendents were outside the universe. Otherwise, the fruit that the three clans were staying in should have already been chewed and eaten.

But it got thinner. After the Great Ascension, the universe, which continued to become thinner, was just around the corner.

That’s why I sketched out the universe as if I was drawing a picture.

In this way, a completely new border is painted, and the new border continues to function like the pulse of Llewelyn and expand its horizons.

So that even no transcendent being can pierce it.

“… Have you seen this far?”

Nettel wanted Llewelyn to be like this.

After overcoming Selma and growing up.

By following the third path, refusing both his father’s and his own temptations, he fights ceaselessly and develops divinity.

I hoped to finally reach this place.

“You… Was it necessary for me to be where I am now?”

I hoped that Llewelyn, who had fully awakened her potential, would come here and have an honest conversation with her.

It was understandable that when she was fighting with Selma, she barely felt her her seduction her her her she was real.

That was why he gave Llewellyn a barrier that he could overcome and a trial that he had to overcome.

Even when fighting against the punitive force summoned by the emperor, he could have done everything he wanted to ‘interfere’, but that was why he did not do so.

Let Llewelyn overcome and grow with her own strength

Awaken its full potential and become the key to saving the world.

Llewellyn laughed and disarmed her.

The cluster of stars that had bloomed in her hands she disappeared.

The blood and armor covering her her body her she disappeared together, and even her her cloak her her her disappearance her, leaving only her her everyday clothes her her her her.

There is only one thing left for Netel.

What choice does Llewelyn make?

Netel didn’t even urge him to do that. I just vaguely felt her gaze. A touching gaze that feels like it is right in front of you, not from above or below.

Mother Netel. Llewelyn first got the impression that she was her ‘mother’ of her.

It’s a kind of gaze that Llewelyn hopes to choose for herself, a type she has never felt since she has been an orphan her whole life.

Llewelyn bit her lip for a while, and then finally answered.

“I know what you were thinking. What you wanted and what you wanted to do. But…”

Under Netel’s gaze, Llewellyn spoke with many emotions.

“My thoughts haven’t changed. I am… I think it should be me, not you, who manages this world.”

Llewellyn did not think of herself as perfect.

She did not even think that she had the knowledge or wisdom worthy of being a god.

Llewelyn was a child who had just become an adult and still had a lot to experience.

However, because she was such a Llewelyn, there was something she could do.

“You don’t care about people.”

Llewelyn was different. She deeply empathized with the suffering of those around her, and mourned even those who were her enemies.

“You don’t care about people.”

But Llewelyn retreated to the point where she couldn’t even let go of people who liked her.

“You don’t ask for advice because you are yourself.”

Could it be possible for a being beyond time and space to need such a thing?

On the other hand, Llewelyn knew her own imperfection, so she listened to the opinions of those around her.

“Me too, you too…” “Although it is not suitable to become a god.” At least I can become king.”

King of people.

A being who fills Netel’s vacancy and takes care of the world.

A being who, although saddened by the death of a person, does not try to twist it into providence.

A person who became human and not human after seeing and experiencing the failures of her mother her her Netel and her father her her steward her.

That’s why Llewelyn expressed her thoughts

“Say it again. “My thoughts haven’t changed.”

Will slowly returned to the emperor’s eyes, and Llewelyn gazed not at the face that resembled her sister, but at a vague presence beyond it.

“I still think you should get down from there and close the world.”

Netel is a person who exists in both the past and the future.

Did she know that Llewelyn would come out like this?

Netel was angry at Llewellyn, or she did not attack, saying her plan was ruined.

Rather, he quietly disappeared, as if he knew this would happen from the beginning.

In the silence that came to her, Llewelyn knew what she had to do.

Get ready to close the world right away.