Chapter 109

Up above, the skies are filled with deities swarming like flies. These aren’t the supreme gods but rather lesser gods born from faith or divine love’s offspring.

Among them are Thor with his fiery red hair, Zeus who shines like a mini-sun, and Odin who traded an eye for wisdom…

I remember these cuties from my past life when I turned a goblin into a half-demon only to reset it all back to zero.

Their faces were priceless back then too! They descended to Earth under the pretense of celebrating a new god’s birth but really just wanted to recruit him for their side.

“…”

Right now, they’re wearing that same shocked expression at seeing something “that shouldn’t exist.”

Truly, it was quite the spectacle.

“…Why do you all look so pale? Did you eat something bad this morning? Though I’m not sure what time it is myself…”

Every single one of them is frozen wide-eyed in disbelief. Their gazes are like sniper rifles all locked onto one figure – Meta, the God of Goblins, who shouldn’t exist but does.

“Meta! Say hello! These are your fellow gods! Well, most of them have gotten lazy living comfortably in the Divine Realm!”

Upon hearing this introduction, the other gods narrow their brows suspiciously.

Doesn’t matter. I don’t care about anyone’s opinions. A clown doesn’t pay attention to such things!

“And this is Meta! The god of all goblins! You might’ve seen Goblin Kings or Goblin Lords before, but a Goblin God must be a first for everyone, right? Even for me!”

Pointing at Meta, I loudly announced. Meta looks bewildered by the divine energy flowing from his body, unsure how to handle it. I observe him with interest.

Looking at his face, could anyone really think this is just some common crawling monster? Even regular orcs can’t compare to his impressive physique – towering green muscles, an intimidating face, and flowing red hair reaching the ground.

Perfect. Better than what I dreamed of in my past life. My 18 years of effort have paid off beyond expectations.

The excitement is overwhelming. All the hard work from the past 18 years is finally paying off in waves of joy and satisfaction.

“Uh… Finally…!”

“Yes! Meta! You’re a god now! I won’t be giving you my faith anymore, but don’t worry! Every goblin in the world will believe in you alone!”

“Grrr! Meta! Something’s different! Grr! Not like before we went into the chest!”

Aru barks awkwardly at Meta’s transformation. I don’t stop her because every time she howls…

Woooom!

“Kgh…!”

It resonates through the cave, impressing our presence upon those arrogant gods.

“Hmph… What a headache.”

One of the gods steps forward – an old man with white hair wearing a blue robe holding a long spear. Only one eye visible beneath the hood – Odin himself.

“A god of goblins, you say… If my one good eye isn’t deceiving me, nor my ears lying, then someone please explain this absurd situation.”

“Well, if it’s not too shocking, maybe you should just accept it as it is?”

“Shock aside… This is difficult to comprehend. While I’ve seen elves and dwarves create their own gods through devotion, this is unprecedented.”

“Everyone has to start somewhere! Just like male virginity or female maidenhood! But we must move past that first step to bring reform to the world!”

“Are you implying that understanding your words is akin to telling me to shut up?”

“Sharp as ever, Wisdom’s domain indeed suits you well.”

“You insolent fiend! How dare you mock the Supreme God so freely!”

One of the Asgardian gods shouts at me. For your information, Odin is their supreme god while the Holy Order’s supreme god is considered heresy to them.

“Judging that on your own, are you? I don’t worship you or Odin, so why don’t you step forward proudly?”

“Even given the chance, how arrogant you are!”

A giant god steps forward, wielding the mighty thunder hammer Mjolnir – Thor, known as the strongest god for once lifting Jormungandr, one of the Four Demon Kings.

Thor is either spirited or, more negatively, hot-headed and arrogant. Still, his strength, pride, and determination are unmatched among all gods, making him untouchable despite his temper.

“Alright then! Since you asked! Now what will you do?”

“Huh, thought you’d chicken out but it’s Thor, huh? Can’t be helped. Go back inside.”

“…Are you joking with me?”

“Haha, it is a joke! Half-serious though. Eighteen years of confinement does make one playful, but I’m not particularly interested in fighting you.”

Realizing he’s been toyed with, Thor’s face turns red with anger. His intent to swing Mjolnir and crush my insolent mouth is palpable.

“Hmm… My head hurts…”

Perhaps sensing Thor’s impending lightning strike, another god steps forward, massaging his temples.

Golden hair shining like the sun, burning eyes – Zeus, the supreme god of Olympus.

“Fiend, what is your name?”

“I am Oscar Lucifer, though I doubt you’ve heard of me.”

“The child of the northern duchy house Lucifer, Oscar Lucifer. I’ve heard of you.”

“To think even someone as lofty as you knows the name of humble me – truly an honor.”

“Oscar Lucifer… Do you realize what madness you’ve committed?”

The majestic voice rumbles low.

“Creating a god, the unprecedented act of madness.”

“Hahaha.”

“…!!”

The gods’ eyes widen in shock. Apparently, aside from Zeus and a few others, no one had imagined this. Though it should’ve been obvious from the situation and my tone…

This shows just how unimaginable such a feat is. When empire emperors later create battlefield gods, people will surely vomit in astonishment.

“S-seriously… Creating a god… A mere fiend…?”

“J-zeus! Is this true?”

“This… This defies the natural order! A lowly being creating a god intentionally!”

The first two reactions praise my achievement, making me feel good, but the third makes me angry. I snap.

“When we break free from convention and pursue even the slimmest possibility, that’s when we achieve progress and advancement! Don’t let those rigid outdated thoughts control you!”

Then Odin, stroking the eye he traded for wisdom, speaks.

“What you say isn’t wrong, but you’ve caused great chaos in the world.”

“So what? Are you going to interfere?”

“It’s decreed that goblins are the lowest kind since birth. Elevating such base creatures to the highest rank challenges that order, an act we cannot easily overlook.”

“Surely you’re not planning to kill Meta? Stop saying things you don’t mean. Gods can’t kill other gods, did you think I didn’t know that when I created him?”

“…”

Odin couldn’t refute my statement. I smirked.

In my past life, the goblin I created was mercilessly killed by gods because he was only half-god, still partly demon.

But Meta, the exceptional goblin, fully absorbed the divinity and became a proper god. The most despised creature in all existence has become a being revered by humans!

Not that Meta is completely immortal now, but at least these gods can’t destroy him. That’s why I’m not backing down.

“Yes, we cannot… and should not kill that strange god. However, that doesn’t guarantee your safety.”

Odin says threateningly. The god of war, shouts, and spears glares murderously.

“You intend to kill me?”

“Did you truly believe in that goblin as a god? If so, we could dismiss you as merely insane and ignore you.”

“So I should lie in this situation?”

“However, judging by my one good eye, that doesn’t seem to be the case.”

“Exactly! I did sincerely believe until a few minutes ago. Now the god I serve has changed.”

Saintess Maria, I wonder if mentioning her name would make sense…

“To accumulate enough faith to create a god and suddenly change beliefs? Is the mortal mind truly that flexible?”

“There’s nothing impossible in this world. Calling something impossible is merely the excuse of a coward fleeing from reality. Words I said long ago.”

“I recall your age… Barely five hundred years old, correct?”

“The world is vast. Somewhere out there exists a fiend who managed to develop the consciousness to create a god within just five hundred years.”

“Is that so? Then we shall treat you accordingly.”

Odin nods slowly.

“Oscar Lucifer, is it? You are an irregularity. And you harbor dangerous thoughts.”

“If you were merely a madman fanatically believing in that goblin, this incident would’ve ended as a fleeting oddity.”

“But you are not. Calmly creating a god without hesitation shows you’re capable of causing great chaos in the world.”

“We may not be able to kill a god, but we can certainly kill a fiend. We don’t need any reason not to kill you, Oscar Lucifer. Your petty arrogance today will be your downfall.”

Ah, so they’ll leave the already created Goblin God alone and instead target me, potentially more dangerous?

Quite the wise decision. In my past life, I held the position of Northern Duke under the Demon King Canos, making the gods fear killing me. But in this life, I’m just an annoying variable.

Besides, these gods aren’t weak. While individual gods vary in power, top-tier gods like Odin and Zeus rival even Dragon King Endros from a hundred years ago.

With all of them here, even using my Joker Card to summon past powers wouldn’t guarantee victory without significant losses.

“Odin, aren’t you the arrogant one?”

“What did you say?”

One, none of these worst-case scenarios will happen.

Because I’m not a fool…

And they lack true genius.

God of wisdom? Symbol of intellect?

What use is wisdom or intellect against someone who anticipated and prepared for this situation?

“Why do you assume I’ll just stand here and take it?”

“Are you challenging us to fight? I won’t stop you, but it seems foolish for a mere fiend to challenge archangels and demons combined.”

“No, standing here and taking it is different from fighting to the death. I have no intention of exchanging blows with you.”

Odin’s white eyebrows twitch.

“Planning to flee? I won’t let you escape, but if you’ve prepared some trick… Clever move.”

“Flee? That would be nice if possible, but do you see any holes big enough for even a mouse to escape through? Excluding the ceiling you broke through earlier.”

“…”

“Also, fleeing isn’t a good solution. If we don’t settle this here, your apostles and followers will chase me forever. Being the pursued in a chase isn’t always fun, but I currently want to enjoy a peaceful life at some academy.”

“Settle? You intend to negotiate with us?”

“Yes, also called ‘contract’. You know what it means – both sides compromise for mutual benefit.”

The white eyes deepen. Zeus, who had been radiating intense heat beside Odin, interrupts our conversation.

“Oscar Lucifer, do you dare negotiate with us gods as a mere fiend!”

An overwhelming pressure weighs down on me. My head spins slightly, having just awakened from 18 years of prayer. Aru barks fiercely.

Still, I mustn’t show weakness unintentionally. Revealing vulnerabilities is equivalent to asking to be killed. I flick my fingers elegantly and say:

“Let’s imagine a scenario. Suppose one of you kills me horribly here – what happens next?”

“Happens? Well…”

“Right! My subordinates and allies will be furious! They’ll hold great grudges against the god who killed me! Since you don’t know exactly how strong my allies are, let’s consider just two individuals here.”

“Two? The Goblin God and… the Wolf Humanoid… The Wolf King, no less. Never expected him to be present.”

“Correct. The Wolf King and the Goblin God. In other words, all wolves and goblins in the world are currently under my command.”

“…What are you trying to say?”

“I declare here and now: Meta! Aru! Completely annihilate the first apostles of any god who cuts my head off!”

“…!!”

“Bark? Young fiend shouldn’t die, but if he does, revenge is certain!”

“Oh, Lord Oscar’s orders must be followed, but… You shouldn’t die!”

“Ah, cutting my head off was metaphorical, referring to any god who kills me. Come on, who wants to step up? Which brave god will kill me?”

Gods don’t age.

They merely fade away meaninglessly.

When their believers and shrines no longer exist on earth, unable to receive faith.

Thank you, Emperor Albrecht of the Empire.

Your strategy of threatening gods in your previous life is being reused perfectly here. Though I lack your absurd military power, I added some restrictions.

“If you interfere, we’ll destroy all your believers and shrines.”

That legendary line delivered by the emperor back then is being used here.

“Wow, everyone’s eyes are rolling around. Silent mind games are happening. Wish I had some popcorn to crunch on, so disappointing.”

The gods are busy reading each other’s intentions. Quite amusing.

“If all of you kill me and Aru here, dealing with just the goblins might seem fine… But you know as well as I do – goblins are like microbes, right?”

There are countless monsters in the world, many species have gone extinct. Humans, who are enemies of monsters, are strong and numerous.

Yet goblins, called the weakest monsters, have survived for hundreds of thousands of years, causing harm to humans. They’re cursed forest sprites. Completely eradicating goblins is impossible without destroying the world itself.

How can weak goblins wipe out a god’s apostles, you ask? When every single goblin in the world targets one human group, how long can they survive? Not even empires or kingdoms could withstand it.

Even if they manage somehow, goblins will relentlessly attack them wherever they go through forests or valleys. Trade caravans and sea trade will become impossible, their power will weaken gradually… Eventually becoming prey in conflicts between human factions.

“Come on, step up already. I’m a busy fiend, you know. Close your eyes and think of it as self-sacrifice. Of course, I’ll take a few of you along for the ride before dying.”

Immortal gods don’t prepare for death.

That’s why they fear “eternal annihilation” more than any race.

What good is being the noblest and highest race if even ground insects don’t contemplate their eventual end?

That’s your flaw. You spineless cowards.

Eighteen years of carefully orchestrated performance. This wasn’t my only goal, but I did have some expectations.

Today’s show theme: Mind Games.

Model answer: Everyone opts out.

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