Chapter 47

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on February 6, 2025

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Suddenly, I don’t know why the king bowed, but luckily, he somehow accepted what I said.

I’m scared of when his misconception shatters. How will he flip?

So, I’ve gotta drag this situation out somehow.

“I bestowed a blessing upon the descendants present here of Tisah. Someone with special abilities like Tisah might appear, so keep an eye on them.”

This is unnecessary talk if it’s just to let people with power recklessly kill others, because if they know they have special powers, they’ll try to control it, right?

If managed well, chaos decreases.

Which means the warmth I get also decreases…

But in this situation, it’s necessary talk. Not looking at what’s right ahead but further into the future.

Blessing = profit.

If someone blessed acts weird, that’s not my fault—it’s all on you.

Of course, people never miss a chance to blame others, ghost-like!

Gotta block that beforehand.

Moreover, among the royalty who were here until now, almost no one knows about Future Hope Church. They only learned that heretics attacked the capital, Tisah appeared, reclaimed it, crushed the remaining heretics, and became king.

Of course, there’s a part where he received a blessing from Seongsin and performed miracles.

Thankfully, I can clearly recall everything.

Meaning, no one really knows much about me.

The ones who do know a bit are the king. But since he bowed his head, the rest should be fine.

The warmth I just got from Tisah is less than when I first saw him. His warmest moment was probably when he became king.

Back then, his light was packed with warmth. If it had blazed like a wildfire, his last moments were like a flickering candle.

It may seem like a loss, but it’s not.

How many people died by Tisah’s hands?

That young boy who tried hard to judge right from wrong lived his whole life without aging, cutting through lives, and the warmth he gathered from that far surpasses the warmth of his brightest moment.

Yeah.

People give off warmth whether they’re good or evil when they gain power.

My investment paid off.

Then, more blessings would be better. If the seal of “Evil God’s Power” gets slapped on, there might be bloodshed immediately as people kill each other, but eventually, the blessed ones will die.

Plus, with the purple hair thing, they’d be easy to find and kill.

How am I so sure?

Well, racial conflicts have never been resolved in any information I know.

Hostility toward beings different in form is crueler and stickier than you imagine, isn’t it?

Wide thought of himself as the “new humanity.” He didn’t explicitly say “new humanity,” but considering how he boasted about the blessed being special, it’s essentially the same thing, just expressed differently.

Racial discrimination eventually turns into ethnic cleansing.

The blessed mustn’t become targets for that.

While thinking this, the king lifted his head.

“What should I call you?”

A name? Rebecca.

No, that’s not right. Though I’m borrowing her form now, she passed away, came back to life, and went on to live her own life.

So, I’ll tell the truth.

“I have no name to speak of. I lie submerged beneath cold waters, gazing up at the distant night sky. Waiting for the countless lights in the heavens to come near me.”

The king looked at me as if he realized something from my words. Even though I left out parts about seeking warmth in light, what’s he thinking?

A gray-faded man whispers.

The god of death.

Eh? No way.

The souls guessing at the warmth inside me—I don’t care what happens after I drain it…

Still, I roughly know what happens.

Though I’ve never left the warmth intact, I’ve seen what happens to those who fall beneath the surface.

Something I saw way back when I hit rock bottom.

Thinking of someone whose warmth was stolen while alive and turned into a warmth-hungry monster gives me an idea.

But that’s not why.

I still remember deep down.

One day, I woke up in endless freezing darkness.

I stayed there… for a very, very, very long time.

After an eternity, the sky and sea finally parted ways. The day the first light appeared.

I still remember that day.

There was only one light in the sky.

And gradually, more lights appeared.

I didn’t change into light.

Someone threw me into the cold sea.

Yeah. Someone.

And wouldn’t that someone be worthy of being called a god?

Ke he he.

The reason I hate gods… whatever.

A witch breaking into the royal private chambers by smashing a window is truly dangerous. Well, after writing the book, anything goes, but not now.

If—

Just if the people in front of me think I’m the god of death…

I could fabricate why ThungkeShuni came here.

But I need certainty. Rushing in blindly might lead to setting errors, and then they’d stab me again thinking, “You tricked us!”

Don’t want that.

Listening to the murmurs among the soldiers around me, I hear tales of some great deity conversing with the king.

And there are doubts about whether it’s really a god.

Smart people are around.

Hmm.

Then, I need simple evidence to make me look like a god.

Like regrowing a lost head?

That’d perfectly scream, “This monster has revealed its true colors!”

The abilities I possess: regeneration, object creation, and blessing.

The most convincing one is the ability to bless, which I’ve consistently mentioned.

I need an older man.

I pointed at one of the knights in front.

“I bestow blessings on the insufficient.”

The knight stared at me like I was spouting nonsense, while the king seemed to catch on, asking me with a trembling voice:

“Will the blessing improve me?”

Huh? Was there something so touching just now?

“You’ll return to your prime physique.”

Everyone blessed so far experienced this.

The knight looked at the king, assumed a proper stance, and asked:

“Is it permissible?”

“Proceed.”

The knight approached me, removed his sturdy iron helmet, and held it under his arm. A typical old man with hair only on the sides.

Knights wear helmets for long periods, so their hair tends to thin quickly. Youth solves everything.

“I wish to receive your blessing.”

Hi hi.

Alright. Blinded by immediate gains, everyone’s judgment of what’s happening here has dulled. Too many surreal stories confuse reality.

Let me mess it up even more.

I delivered my usual line:

“I offer myself to you. In return, when you complete everything, I’ll take all you have. Deal?”

He nodded.

I extended my arm and touched his light. Then, I pushed myself into it. The light turned dark, and cracks appeared on his face like porcelain.

The ancient pottery-like skin peeled off, revealing a young man with white skin and purple hair underneath.

Great.

Rejuvenation is an easy-to-understand miracle.

He awkwardly placed his hand on his newly grown hair.

BOOM!

The helmet tucked under his arm fell, but he ignored it, feeling his new hair instead.

Then, he bowed his head.

“Oh mighty god, I have finally realized your presence.”

Wait, hold on.

Is he bowing because of rejuvenation or because of the new hair? If someone in a country where Seongsin Church is the state religion suddenly changes gods, I’ll be branded as an evil deity!

What if they execute converts as heretics?!

Panicking, I glanced at the king, who was staring at the man wistfully before bowing his head again.

“Thank you for your blessing. However, we do not know what to call you. What shall we call you?”

Slightly off-topic, but overwhelmed by the grand miracle. So, this is my chance. A golden opportunity to tie in ThungkeShuni.

I pointed at her.

She, sitting on the floor watching this ridiculous play, startled when she was singled out.

“A person who has lived for centuries called me an outsider. Please address me as such.”

That title comes from her. Passing the buck.

Also, planting doubt that she might dislike me. She probably does, but now it’s officially documented.

Meaning, later, when she speaks, people might suspect she’s distorting me out of ill intent.

“Witch of Ecstasy, ThungkeShuni.”

Just mentioning the name won’t mean much, so I start with a famous title.