Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 237



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237. The War God’s Favorite

Long ago, there was a time when non-humans were in power and were called the Ise era.

Of course, this era was a harsh time for humans.

Humans could only exist as slaves, livestock, and sacrifices, and naturally, humans hated the gods who favored only other races and hoped for the advent of a new god.

And after thousands of years of waiting, the long-awaited new god arrived.

It was only after the alien starlight, Lux Stella, descended upon this world that humans were able to successfully mount a meaningful rebellion and seize control of the world.

They claim that it is wrong for the gods to hate only themselves and favor only certain races.

But the truth is much simpler than you think.

From a human perspective, it would be much better if the gods really favored and discriminated against each other.

The truth about the original gods who were pushed out by Lux Stella, the old gods of Ise and those who were demoted to demons of the human world is as follows.

The gods have never discriminated against humans.

Rather, they were equal to all races because they were laws that encompassed the world and were no different from nature.

Yet the reason why humans have been treated so poorly compared to other races is because of a very clear and obvious fact.

[Not enough.]

God of war.

The most powerful of the surviving old gods looked at the humans he favored and slowly recited.

[The reason you are angry and hate us is because you know your own shortcomings.]

Meanwhile, Narva was putting strong pressure on the revived Tesherina.

From the moment the old god of Ise descended, this place was not a place of eternal rest.

The catacombs where the bodies were laid were dirty with scratch marks and fingernail marks on the walls.

The neatness of the dead has long since disappeared.

There were only pieces of flesh torn here and there and gray fluid flowing out weakly.

Narva couldn’t help but frown as he looked at the lukewarm fluid that had stained his blade.

I would rather it be very hot or very cold.

The revived Tesherina’s bodily fluids were lukewarm to the point of being unpleasant, with a viscosity that was just like her poor appearance.

“Why did you stop pouring it?”

There was not a single wound on Narva’s groaning body.

Rather, it was Tesherina’s body that was damaged.

As a result of crawling along the walls and ceilings and attacking without fail with only wildness remaining, all he got was two severed arms.

-Grrrrr.

Tesherina staggered about, unable to bear the pain, with frothy saliva flowing from between her lips.

There was still human intelligence in his eyes, but all that came out of his throat were the groans of a wounded beast.

Still, Tesherina wanted to somehow fix her posture and rush forward.

An unfamiliar hand touches the shoulder that has become stubby and stubby due to the amputation of an arm.

It would have been so if the emaciated hand covering the black robe had not been there.

[A clear and absolute standard. A faith and promise that will not be broken.]

The moment the god of war laid his hand on her, Tesherina froze in that position.

It’s not that the activity has stopped.

Tesherina’s eyes, which were trembling sharply and incessantly, were telling us that they had stopped moving of their own accord, even though they could still move.

Narva remained silent before those eyes.

Then the god of war began to gently move the hand he had placed on Tesherina’s shoulder.

[These are the things you did not keep, but we kept.]

“why…”

[This woman’s fate was sealed long ago.]

The god of war, who saw through what Narva was asking, cut off his words and answered.

[Before arriving in this land, I couldn’t control my curiosity and wandered outside, where I was kidnapped and killed by a kidnapper instigated by my neighbor.]

It was a fleeting and innocent death.

The god of war took his hand away from Tesherina’s shoulder.

But the touch was not completely withdrawn.

The emaciated hand left Tesherina’s shoulder and rested on her head.

[When the starlight tells us to accept the end, we present the price and the challenge for the next opportunity.]

Narva kept his mouth shut at those words.

The price and the challenge.

Even if you were ignorant of mysteries, you weren’t so clueless that you didn’t know what the god of war was talking about.

Nevertheless, the god of war continued his explanation, his gaze fixed on Narva from beneath his deeply drawn hood.

That’s very kind of you.

[I will give birth to three children. I will choose the third. He will be the one who will take care of my mother and brothers and be the one who will give me a new heart.]

Narva frowned and took a step back.

“I have no intention of offering anything to you.”

[War is a ritual, the battlefield is an altar, spears and swords are the instruments, and sobs and cries are the ceremonial texts.]

Even in decline, he is still a god.

However, the god of war did not carry out his will and instead took an attitude of indifference.

On the contrary, it showed a cold and sometimes warm side, unlike all the negative and passionate aspects that the word war carries.

The unfortunate woman I am stroking now, Tesherina, was the witness.

[But since your mother begged for a chance to change her fate, I thought it was kind of you and listened to you.]

Only after saying this did the god of war completely withdraw his hand.

“That’s what I mean.”

But Narva, who realized what the war god’s words meant, came back to life with a slightly hardened face.

He glared at Tesherina and spat at the floor, saying, “?”

“Now I see that it was mutual betrayal.”

***

The truth was more blunt and unremarkable.

The monster that was thought to have come back to life was actually just an ordinary mother.

This is the story of a mother who tried to kill her third child, who was possessed by God, to save her ordinary first and second children.

Grrrrr…

Tesherina groaned, her stomach weaker than before, as the war god retreated.

Narva took a calm step forward, not hiding his contempt at the sight.

“Ma’am, why are you begging for something from someone who’s trying to steal it from you?”

Grrrrr.

“You have to catch the guy who’s trying to steal it before it’s stolen from you.”

If you can’t keep everything, at least some.

If you can’t keep even a few, even a handful, it will be so annoying and painful that the other person will regret it to the bone!

Whirik-.

Narva turned his sword around once and aimed the tip straight at Tesherina.

But it’s different from just before when he was touching her, saying she was his physical mother.

A clear and unhesitating murderous intent was embedded in the eyes that sparkled as smoothly as obsidian.

There was a hint of sympathy and pity in the hand that tightly gripped the hilt of the knife.

And then a confidence that was so cold it was almost chilling took hold.

[Barialdo, the third daughter of the third mother.]

at that time.

[Please listen to your mother’s tantrums, who only tries to deal with you to this extent.]

Narva is really just for a moment.

[Show your utmost sincerity towards the mother who is rushing at you, saying she will kill her third child to save her brothers.]

I thought the dark shadow in front of my eyes was smiling.

[To the unqualified.]

Narva took another step forward.

Then Tesherina began to howl fiercely.

Grumble, groan, groan!

But that didn’t stop Narva.

[The qualifications of those who are favored by the god of war!]

A frightened beast barks, and a fearful beast crouches down.

It was no different for people.

Narva read one emotion in Tesherina’s eyes.

It wasn’t guilt or regret or anything like that for trying to kill the child she had conceived and given birth to.

What is contained in Tesherina’s eyes are the countless flags raised by humans.

The extremely wretched and insignificant nature that lies behind the numerous nobility that is touted as humanity.

Perhaps it is an innate flaw and driving force that life cannot help but have.

-It was the fear that the end was coming.

And the image in those fear-filled eyes is none other than that of another.

Narva approaches with a sword.

Tesherina was gripped with the fear of death as she looked at Narva.

Narva couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw himself reflected in Tesherina’s eyes.

“I sent it to you once when you were born.”

But not even a hint of laughter remained on the corners of his lips.

“I guess I’ll have to send it to you again.”

At that moment, Tesherina’s fear, which had reached a critical point, exploded.

Fear that exceeds its limit degenerates into wandering anger.

Tesherina completely lost her human nature and was reborn as a complete monster.

Rather, it made it more difficult to deal with.

Compared to Tesherina, who had been rushing forward with her clumsy human common sense, Tesherina, the monster who had now thrown everything away as a human, was more solid and agile.

Kiaaaaak-!

But all a monster without both arms can do is throw itself at something and bite.

Narva leisurely held the blade with his left hand.

and.

Bang!

The iron blade is slightly dented.

The power of the teeth of one who was no longer human was enough to break even solid iron.

Narva smiled innocently, still looking at his perfectly good teeth even though he was chewing on a whole piece of iron.

“I don’t think you need implants.”

He smiled and put all his strength into the blade and hilt of the sword with both hands.

But until now, the eyes have never smiled.

Narva had already been aware of this for a long time.

The opponent is someone who died a long time ago.

Since he was revived through cooperation with Ise, he is an unacceptable being and enemy as a priest who serves humanity.

It is true that the circumstances are unfortunate, but Tesherina’s wish was not simply for Narva’s own life.

plural.

He wanted to let go of the old grudge that he had once vowed to fulfill even if it meant sacrificing the entire kingdom, but had not been able to do so.

It would have been better if that were all.

simplicity and honesty!

Narva’s leather gloves are torn.

It was damaged when it collided with the blade, unable to withstand the force of the grip.

“I’m not capable of taking responsibility for my own life, so I’d rather leave it to someone else.”

The blade tears through skin that should have been torn off long ago.

The blade held by Narva began to cut through the mouth of the monster that was rushing towards him like a pair of single-edged scissors.

“I don’t even want to take responsibility for my own life, I can’t accept the results, and I want others to make the decisions for me!”

Jeez-.

The life that was revived so easily died just as easily.

The moment the pain that easily suppressed even the burning anger ran through his body, fear returned to the monster’s eyes.

But it was already very late.

“You have no will or spirit, so you can only beg for help. Don’t tell others what to do!!!”

A translucent, milky-white blade slicing through every inch of skin.

The monster’s head was split horizontally in two.

It was a clean cut, reminiscent of a surgical operation.

Because only the deformed lower jaw was cleanly cut off, the remaining upper part looked like the corpse of a healthy person.

It’s over.

Narva sighed as he looked down at the completely finished monster.

Then the shadow that had been nestled in the corner of the basement began to stir.

[The gods give fairly, but not fairly to those who dare to take from them.]

“…”

[A mother’s arrogance in trying to save her child will be punished by the child.]

“What a shitty hobby.”

Narva raised his head and looked at his opponent.

God of war.

He was staring intently at Narva, his scent ominous yet familiar and somehow nostalgic.

[He who seeks not to gain anything by war, will find favor in war.]

“go away.”

[Enjoy the spoils of victory, Barialdo. Take back what you have from the fool who tried to deceive the gods and plot against you.]

“Tell him to get out.”

[It’s an arrogant and rude attitude, but I’m satisfied.]

Narva thought the god of war was laughing.

At that moment, the candles that had been extinguished began to burn again.

At the same time, a bright blue light filled the entire basement.

Thanks to this, Narva was able to see the bare face of the god of war, revealed in blue light.

A pure white skull.

A skeleton, cleanly deboned without a single muscle or flesh remaining, was moving flexibly while wearing a black robe.

Still, I felt like I was smiling.

Narva soon realized that this was indeed the case.

[The gods are generous and infinitely generous to those they favor.]

A single fleshy patch was sprouting from the war god’s bony face.

***

-It was at this moment that a familiar voice woke me up.

“Narva, Narva!”

“…?”

“Narva! What are you doing blankly?!”

It’s Terve.

At that moment, my mind was filled with the thought of having to explain the chaos that had occurred in the basement.

“Brother Terveer, this is…”

“Did you like your mother’s portrait that much? You were looking at it with such rapt attention.”

“yes?”

Only then did the surrounding scenery come into view.

Candles are regularly placed in a portrait of a cheerful and bright-looking woman, Tesherina.

The coffin lid is firmly nailed down and the atmosphere of a calm basement is calm.

I thought it was a dream.

“…”

Narva didn’t miss the marks carved into the wall.

Although everything returned to normal, the knife and claw marks remained clearly visible.

With a faint smile on his face.