I Became the Wrong Race

250 – Three Abominations (8)

The homunculus who saw the future and shaped the past regained his consciousness and quietly looked at the being that his ‘mother’ had longed for.

He could not be said to be a perfect being.

It looked similar to him, but that was all.

The level is high. The power is also strong. There are many talents, but that’s all.

It wasn’t something that could be said to be overwhelming. There was nothing overwhelming about him. Although it was a bit higher, I felt like I could catch up with it and not be far behind.

Nevertheless, ‘Mother’ chose Llewelyn over the Emperor. She knew that it could only be Llewelyn, and she had been waiting for her Llewelyn to reach this moment ever since she was created.

The emperor was jealous of Llewelyn.

He was disgusted by the fact that that monster was taking his place and that he was the same monster.

However, he did not show it through facial expressions or even words. Mother Netel could not even read such discomfort.

The Emperor was just a nice place for Netel to grab her feet and a handrail for her hand to hold as she walked down the stairs.

To Netel, the only one other than God who was recognized, acknowledged, and treated on an equal level was Llewelyn.

Even there was a difference between animals and humans.

Does Llewelyn know that? Does she really know how honorable and thankful it is?

The emperor looked at the young man who claimed to be his brother.

She seemed stupid for even daring to call herself that. In reality, it would be stupid. I knew that Netel’s silence was permission, but she didn’t seem to know that it was neglected at the same time.

No matter what happens after this, the solution was entirely Llewelyn’s.

Putting aside whether Llewell Lin could actually do it, the emperor doubted whether Llewell Lin was truly worthy of it.

She just arrived here by chance, but she didn’t have the confidence that she could prepare for everything and solve it.

So she looked at Llewelyn with her doubts, and Llewelyn paid no attention to her gaze and looked up at the sky blankly.

In fact, it was absurd to say that she didn’t care.

He was so focused that he couldn’t even look around.

Of the three homunculi created in the past, present, and future, it is the closest to the future and the most successful.

Human but not human, god but not god.

Nevertheless, the transcendent and the nature itself are similar beings.

Llewelyn was looking up at the sky in a daze, following the trajectory of her mother Netel with her eyes her eyes her eyes.

I understand it now. Netel was learning how to twist her destiny and transcend time and space.

Learning something doesn’t mean you can put it into practice, but Llewelyn had to take Netel’s place.

Whether it’s early or not, it has to be done if we want to fill Netel’s vacancy.

Although Netel has not yet disappeared from her place in the world, it is not too late to hurry since she does not know how long it will take.

“… “I cannot admit it.”

Among those two monsters, there was one more monster.

Unlike the two monstrosities that were created, I decided to do it myself.

A being who avoided death and led the entire race to become like him.

The seat of a necromancer and the new leader in magic that can be called necromancy.

Necromancer, prophet.

It made its eyes shine gold.

“With permission from my mother, she can only recognize you.”

The voice didn’t tremble, and even the hands didn’t tremble.

He was just glaring at Llewelyn with golden eyes filled with silent anger.

“That’s why you were chosen. Do you think you can accept it?”

The opportunities were not equal. Since there was only one person who could recognize it, I had no choice but to pass it on.

She thought that was what she wanted to say, but the reality was a little different.

“If I had the same qualifications, I would have chosen someone wiser than a fool like you. Whether it’s that false emperor over there, me, or even the empress… There must have been a better option.”

Anger slowly rising. Llewelyn glanced at Laurie who was standing behind her and repeatedly squeezed and unclenched her hand.

“I see.”

It’s not good to fight here. I didn’t think Netel would get off this smoothly.

Llewelyn knew that what she should do now was not fight.

She may have to fight a bigger, more powerful enemy, but she should not let go of her power.

Naturally, the reaction was calm. I wasn’t even angry.

I thought she would get angry or irritated, but was it unexpected that she didn’t? The prophet stood silently for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words at Llewelyn’s words

“Then what kind of being do you think should be on top?”

Rather, it is a question that comes back. It was difficult for the prophet to answer readily.

When I think about her answer, several things come to mind.

Those who stand on top must be strong. She must be as inscrutable as Netel is, she thought.

However, the conversation between Llewelyn and Netel a little while ago.

To be precise, judging from what I heard only Llewelyn said, Llewelyn didn’t seem to want that.

It seemed like they thought that if the governing being was incomprehensible, they would not be able to figure out or understand where they should govern.

It was difficult to know exactly because it was only heard one way, so I assumed it was fragmented content.

Where is that? The ruler had to use overwhelming intelligence to create the right answer that encompasses the entire being, and lead all life with that answer.

But… Can you do that yourself?

The ideal is getting bigger. And as the ideal grew, the Prophet began to think that not only he, but also Netel, were unfit vessels for it.

It was disputed. An answer that can be realized and an answer that is impossible to realize, which is like a dream. It was clear which side to use.

At least if the prophet declares that he is a scholar, there is no choice.

Llewelyn was looking at the prophet with an innocent expression.

“Would you like to hear it?”

I’m not pushing you.

Even the first question was not asked to silence the prophet.

The prophet knew that. It was absurd.

Even though I came to this place and obtained these qualifications, this is the question I am asked.

He did not show any desire for power, nor did he promote his ideals or reveal his beliefs.

It was pure. It was like that in both a good and bad sense.

The prophet laughed in bewilderment, and Llewelyn laughed sheepishly, as if she had read the prophet’s smile.

“To be honest, I didn’t like it very much because I was unlucky.”

The prophet raises his eyebrows and raises his head.

“Um, no. Isn’t that everything? Actually, I don’t really like the three clans.”

Lorian, Elimu, and the prophets widened their eyes. Llewellyn laughed as he received the attention of all three clans and races.

“At first I thought they were three abominations. In order to survive, they do not hesitate to kill… “I thought they were ugly bastards who revealed blind and evil purposes.”

It hasn’t changed much even now.

“There are certainly many things you did wrong. Maybe it’s still like that… But, I am.”

Llewelyn said.

“I think you have been misled.”

Llewelyn and Yoon Se-jin were orphans.

But unlike most other orphans, Llewelyn had a sister.

Even if she can’t give you the right education, she can guide you to some extent.

I have seen what happens to people when there is no such person.

Talking about human nature was very difficult for Llewelyn, but even a simple person like Llewelyn knew the outcome.

People easily get lost if there is no one to guide them.

And it was impossible to criticize someone for losing their way.

Although things like wandering around and hurting people are definitely unforgivable and must be atoned for.

Llewelyn thought it was too infantile to think that the world should be destroyed for such atonement.

“I am not a child. I don’t like you, you are not good… Even if there is something that was done to you and I want to repay you. If the world has to end because of that, put those feelings aside for a moment.”

Llewellyn’s gray eyes moved to look at her prophet.

Her prophet held his breath at the mysterious look in her eyes.

“Maybe I can forgive.”

There had to be something omitted.

Forgiveness is given only to those who ask for it.

It was clear that the Prophet would not ask for forgiveness. So it was okay to put off all the punishment and revenge.

There was something I had to do now.

If the world is destroyed for revenge and punishment, what kind of farce is that?

So Llewelyn said.

“So tell me. What kind of form should the righteous God you desire take?”

The prophet opened his mouth without realizing it.

From the bag of blood before her eyes her, she could feel the mercy she once felt from’her her father her her her.’

A similar, but much different form of mercy than she felt then.

*

“You came back quickly.”

A familiar voice is heard as Llewellyn retraces the path he went through and escapes the clogged tunnel.

A woman with characteristic swirling eyes of all colors, even though her pure white hair is hidden behind her veil.

It was the empress. Llewelyn looked at her familiar face and nodded.

“It ended quickly. I didn’t expect it either.”

“The atmosphere has also improved. I like this feeling. “Grandchild.”

What about grandchildren? Llewelyn walked away laughing, and the Prophet followed behind him with a blank expression.

Although she still looked at Llewellyn with suspicion in her eyes from time to time, she was not hostile.

From that alone, the Empress vaguely knew what had happened.

I felt the presence of ‘mother’ so strongly in the first place, but it’s impossible not to know.

The fact that she came down unharmed despite what happened says a lot.

It wasn’t until the Empress Llewelyn passed her that she followed him, walking lightly beside him.

She chattered cheerfully.

“Shall we go to the center, grandson?”

“Center?”

The Empress smiled. Not the usual sinister and hidden smile, but an expression of pure joy and anticipation.

She spoke like a song with that expression.

“A long time ago, before ‘Father’ willingly abandoned us and ran away in despair. “This is the throne on which he sat on the last day.”

In Llewelyn’s mind, the throne that the courtier was staring at came to mind.

As Llewelyn was wondering if that was true, the Empress lowered her upper body and made eye contact with her, and then she glanced at Llewelyn’s her back to her to her.

The prophet who received attention continued speaking naturally.

“It’s not just a throne. That… It is a device created and created by ‘Father’ himself, and only blood relatives of God like ‘Father’ can access it.”

Every device has a purpose. The Empress naturally smiled as she received the prophet’s words.

“It is also a rudder that can freely steer this fruit that has protected the clan for a long time.”

Rudder.

The only way to move the fruit hanging from the huge branches of this nettel.

The only way to lead this fruit to the pantheon.

When Llewelyn looked at the Empress, the Empress walked towards Llewelyn with her happy smile.

“We will have a coronation ceremony, and you will be our king…” ” ” “It is a corridor to prove that you are the father.”

The Empress bowed pompously and politely in front of Llewelyn and showed her respect.

Her steps stopped, and Llewelyn read one emotion in both the Empress’s dizzying, colorful eyes and the bright yellow eyes of the prophet.

“Please lead my clan to glory.”

Just look forward to it.

They led Llewelyn with such expectations.

To the place where they, the three clans, began.