I Became the Wrong Race

278 – Solution (1)

“So, what are you going to do?”

You can’t just suffer. Llewelyn thought so, and the God of Dreams agreed with that sentiment.

He didn’t know exactly what Llewellyn was trying to do. In fact, no one had any choice but to know.

“The enemy is huge. Aren’t you called a transcendent? “I want to hear how you plan to launch an offensive against such an enemy.”

Llewelyn looked at the God of Dreams with unusually gloomy eyes. She looked like she had never told me that herself.

The God of Dreams was a little flattered by the young god’s expression.

“There is a law that everyone knows. It’s a little obvious.”

Visiting a close friend’s grave to strengthen one’s will is usually done when one has decided on something or needs the corresponding courage.

The God of Dreams read the will and determination in Llewelyn’s expression his, and thought that it was the only will and determination that could be shown in this situation.

“I only vaguely thought about it.”

“Vaguely, la.”

That was Llewelyn’s strengths and weaknesses. Since I do not make decisions on my own and do not hesitate to borrow the wisdom and knowledge of others, I am able to decide on a path forward by combining various opinions.

To some extent, there was an impression that the decision-making process was slow due to a lack of independence. At least now that I have decided, so if the direction is right, the momentum will be fast.

Even the God of Dreams considered it his role. The precedent of someone who reached destruction first as the king’s counselor and god.

The God of Dreams spoke after a short period of thought.

“Tell me. I wonder if I can listen and discuss ways… No, isn’t it obvious?”

I lost a close friend in the Transcendant’s offensive. Where is that? He even lost many of his people.

Although it was a small sacrifice compared to the level of attack, it was clear that even such a sacrifice felt heartbreaking.

Even if you don’t see it in the dream, you can feel it in your facial expressions. Therefore, the God of Dreams vaguely knew what Llewelyn would do.

“You are planning to accelerate Netel’s process.”

Llewelyn looked surprised, and knew that the God of Dreams was the correct answer.

“The transcendental attacks will stop only if we close the world as soon as possible. But wouldn’t it be correct to think the opposite way?”

“If it’s the other way around.”

“They are attacking me because I tried to close the world. “If you accelerate the process, you will only face more attacks.”

Llewelyn thought that made sense. As she quietly closed her mouth and her expression she became clouded, the God of Dreams smiled awkwardly from where he was placed.

“There are probably many measures that can be taken to solve the problem. A way to quietly close, a way to block the obstruction itself, a way to disrupt, etc…”

“How do I do it?”

“I’m not sure I’ll say everything here, but considering that they are ultimately outside of this world… “Something comes to mind.”

Llewelyn’s expression brightened slightly. She still looks gloomy, but her expression brightens as she realizes that there may be hope.

Just from that look, I knew Llewelyn wasn’t sure about my original plan. The God of Dreams believes that a person’s strengths and weaknesses do not change easily, and she received Llewelyn’s attention to her.

“First of all, I want to ask you a question. Netel gave us… What kind of being do you think it was?”

Netel. A transcendent being who is the will of this planet and has existed since a more distant past than God.

She is the only Transcendent who can be said to be friendly, but that only applies to Llewellyn, who has discovered her true nature.

What is Netel to ordinary people and gods?

“Dangerous evil spirit… Ancient God… Was it something like that?”

“Similar. To be more precise, it was like a sleeping dragon that should not be touched.”

Sleeping dragon. It may be an unfamiliar expression to Llewelyn, but the world is different.

A dragon is more dangerous than a sleeping lion. Llewelyn was convinced, and the God of Dreams spoke above Llewelyn’s hand, which naturally picked itself up.

“Not even the God of Fire touched it. Rather, to say… It was after establishing the rules that the God of Fire first gained the right to stand above the gods.”

“Until then?”

“There were many scenes that disappeared after being touched, and scenes that disappeared before even being touched.”

It was obvious how the gods would react at the time. Netel is a transcendental being who exists in multiple time zones simultaneously to the extent that time has no meaning. She didn’t know if she would spare the existence of someone who had harmed her, but she knew she couldn’t use Llewelyn as an example of her.

Llewelyn is an exception, as she was merciless towards other beings.

It might have been something I was aware of. Just as a person slaps his hand her and scratches his skin because it is itchy from a mosquito bite, he may have slapped the god who touches him because it stings and itches.

Although it was a human metaphor, there was nothing we could do about it since it was something that could not be understood through human thinking.

“So, why did you ask that?”

“Isn’t it surprising that even Netel doesn’t recognize us properly?”

Llewelyn thought so, even though it was a new fact.

Didn’t the stars recognize almost everyone, not just Llewelyn and other big figures like Scorching Ball, who was lying down due to the recoil of using too much force?

She even recognized Ethan, who was the owner of the now unbreakable ‘Star Blade’ and lent her power, and she seemed to recognize all other humans with qualities as well.

And it wasn’t just the stars. Llewelyn thought of the nameless transcendent that was the origin of her group of stars, and she thought of the night god who wielded the night sky towards her.

They all recognized her Llewelyn. She was shown to be aware of not only Llewellyn, but also her fellow Llewellyns and fight back.

The God of Dreams gave this answer.

“There is a saying that you can’t see under your own nose.”

“… “It is dark under the lamp.”

The dream god had a puzzled look on his face, but he continued his words.

“In short, I think they can perceive us because they are outside the world.”

It made sense. It’s hard to know if it’s accurate because there were so few cases, but the possibility was significant.

“Then what is the way?”

“There are two things.”

The God of Dreams unconsciously tried to move his body her her, but became depressed when he realized that he was not there.

“Hmm, hmm. One is to drag them into this world. It’s like falling asleep under the paws of a wild beast, but at least you’ll be safe as long as you don’t enter their sphere of perception.”

In other words, it is dangerous if the physical distance is far away or if it is perceived as having a lot of things like Llewelyn.

That wasn’t the only thing.

“I thought they might be aware of everything around them because of my presence.”

“Well, there’s a chance. In that case, this first option is… It would be a very radical and intentional suicide.”

If so, it is dangerous. Unless my life rested on Llewelyn’s shoulders, I shouldn’t have chosen that.

“Then what about the second?”

Llewellyn asked, and the God of Dreams spoke as if he knew that.

“You’re taking advantage of their hugeness.”

In a faintly confident voice.

*

“Ah, Llewelyn.”

As Llewelyn was leaving the graveside and heading inside her temple, Melody, who was sitting on a rock and shaking her legs as if she had been waiting, greeted Llewelyn.

This was unusual for Melody, who was always busy and had difficulty finding time to spare.

Usually, Melody is busy filling out documents or managing the pantheon around this time.

Llewelyn walked towards him and hugged the small girl tightly.

The hot body temperature that filled her arms and the scent that spread from that body temperature felt good.

“Today’s perfume… Tangerines?”

“Tangerines… Oh, that’s right. That’s what you called it, right? That’s right. “That.”

Melody smiles and smiles softly. Llewelyn stroked Melody’s head, and she gently rubbed her forehead.

As if she was really worried about Melody, she pulled her finger from her forehead down to her cheek with an embarrassed expression.

She didn’t actually move her hand away. She snuggled closely to Llewelyn, stroking her head in her sleep.

“So, what’s going on?”

“Ugh, really. “I wanted to enjoy it more.”

Even as Melody said that, she admitted that Llewelyn’s guess was correct.

Unless Melody had something going on, she was such a busy person that it would be difficult for her to even make time for this.

She moved her body as she was being hugged, crossed her arms naturally, and walked after Llewelyn.

“The Dragon King is requesting a meeting. “I guess there’s something I’d like to discuss about the fate of my race.”

The Dragon King and the Dragons.

A race that was almost destined for indirect extinction due to a curse that was not a curse.

The Dragon King came specifically to believe that a necromancer was the cause, but he only learned that this was not the case.

It must have been devastating. Llewellyn asked to have a proper conversation with her necromancers about the matter.

She also requested an honest response from the Prophet, and although the Prophet’s attitude towards Llewellyn was still lukewarm, she did not refuse Llewelyn’s request with a bitter smile.

“Is the conversation over?”

“I guess so. “It had to end in a slightly ambiguous way.”

Llewelyn was thinking that she would like the issue between the Dragon King and the Dragon King to be resolved so that she could join the Ten Thousand Gods.

Even excluding the fact that the Dragon Man and the Dragon King have outstanding power, considering that he is a master of fighting skills who has saved Llewelyn’s life many times.

There were things I wanted them to live for.

In the first place, there is no being in this world worthy of death. Llewelyn thought this way of thinking was overly arrogant, but she really thought it was.

Maybe even this is evidence of him becoming a god.

Then, we must have appropriate responsibility and independence.

Llewelyn walked while thinking, following Melody’s lead across the pantheon.

Her injured people seemed to be healing their wounds or were happy to see her Llewelyn.

No one collapsed in the face of despair or tragic death. This was because there were no ordinary people in the pantheon.

Llewelyn looked at them and thought together. The pantheon should not forever be a refuge only for extraordinary people.

Although Ulrich had great qualities and lived a tragic life, he wanted to live an ordinary life.

Only by bringing in ordinary people, life there became something extraordinary.

If you want to be a place where you can live an ordinary life, it must be a place that suits you.

So Llewelyn opened her mouth. To the elf who was quietly hiding her presence and watching over the people.

“Esha.”

An elf blinks when someone talks to him in passing. She tilted her head, and Melody looked puzzled as she crossed her arms tighter.

Only the dream god hanging behind his back was expressionless.

“Go and gather the people. After deciding the fate of the Yongin people, we will choose… “Because we’re going to discuss the offensive.”

Aggressive. The enemy is obvious. Esha bowed her head with a deep smile, and Melody, standing right next to her, pursed her lips in embarrassment.

But she soon realized that it was time.

I couldn’t just suffer like this. It didn’t suit my temperament to just suffer.

Actually, who would say that?

Llewelyn headed to the pantheon’s meeting hall with Melody.