I Made a Game Featuring Constellations - Chapter 36



The Apostle of the Overseer (3)

The Lofty Heavens

The seat of the constellation is only attainable by reaching the pinnacle in each of their respective domains.

The gods, who completed their divinity through arduous processes, all had strong egos and preferred to live with arrogance. If it weren’t for the judgment of the gods that descended when the rules of the heavens were broken, the heavens would not have been able to maintain order and balance.

“Hey, I was here first.”

“Oh, come on, this constellation. You just stepped out of line.”

“It only looked that way because the line was crooked.”

“Once you’re out, you’re out.”

Therefore, it was a rare sight to see the gods standing in line, maintaining order.

Next to the line, there was a sign written in the crooked handwriting typical of a child: [Recruiting Akashic Archive Trainees and Investors!]

“Hey, what do you think? My narrative is not inferior to that of a magitech engineer, is it?”

At the very front of the line.

A handsome blond man in splendid armor, with a sword at his side, was striking a peculiar pose and explaining something enthusiastically.

In front of him, a small girl was sitting on a high chair, looking down at the male god.

The chair was so high that the girl’s short legs couldn’t reach the ground, but she stubbornly insisted on the uncomfortable high chair with the sole thought of looking down on the investors.

She could endure the discomfort of the hard, high chair, but she couldn’t stand being looked down upon and having her precious apostle ignored because of her.

“Hmm… It’s a story that doesn’t fall behind mine.”

A voice flowed from the frog figurine with a small crown that was placed on the armrest of the girl’s chair.

“Well… that’s a hard sound to agree with. If you listen to your sword and your story, you’ll be serious.”

It was the voice of the magitech engineer.

“That’s because your sword is ‘sword’ serious! Hahaha!”

The magitech engineer, who was always serious or angry, burst into loud laughter beyond the communicator.

“…Hahahahaha. Ah, this is so clever. I have to write it down.”

“……”

The girl held her head as a headache came on.

He was a reliable ally in every way, but after shedding his anger, his strange obsession with that cheerfulness (by his standards) was too much of a headache.

The magitech engineer told her to try to stop him, saying it was his charm point or something.

They really seemed like a couple that met each other well.

The girl waved her hand slightly.

“Wait, wait a minute! Ah, I still have a lot to say! J-just a little more!”

The male god, who was trying to persuade the girl somehow, was dragged out by a muscular giant with a bare chest.

The male god, who had a scar in the middle of his face and looked fierce, exuded considerable intimidation just by being there.

“C-courage! I still have a lot to say! Please give me just one more chance!”

“Sorry, Jimmy.”

The muscular male god called ‘Courage’ shrugged his shoulders and threw the male god outside the line.

“I made a contract with her, Jimmy. A contract must be kept.”

The girl who met Yonggi’s eyes nodded.

This side felt reassuring.

The girl gestured towards the line.

It meant for the next one to come out.

Then, a god with green hair and pointed ears, an elf, stepped in.

“Nice to meet you, god of dreams. I am…”

Ah

No.

The girl’s head began to lower little by little.

Sleepy.

This can’t be happening.

If I don’t find interesting material to help our apostle…

And

Her heavy eyelids closed.

* * *

“What… is this…?”

The woman was bewildered by the smoke that filled her surroundings.

I was definitely conducting a memorial service for him when I sensed an intruder.

Rushing towards the intruder must have been the last moment…

What is this dreamlike strange space?

The woman decided to move forward, to escape this alien space.

Which way was up and which way was down.

She didn’t know where this place was or where the exit was, but staying here wouldn’t solve anything.

Even she, an apostle of ‘courage’, felt fear, but she shook her head and ignored it.

Clutching the limited edition [Director] merchandise tightly in her arms, the fear finally subsided.

Despite being an apostle of God, it was not a holy relic but mere merchandise that gave her courage, and she continued to move forward.

The space filled with billowing black smoke continued without end.

“……Give me strength.”

He was dead. He was no more.

But in his final moments, he chose sacrifice and left behind his precious will.

The beautiful love between men, passed down from the previous director to the next.

‘I’m sorry, Monica… I have placed such a heavy burden on you.’

‘I could have done anything for you… but this is the end.’

‘Don’t worry. You can do anything. After all, whose disciple are you?’

The last moments of the [Archive] director flashed through the woman’s mind.

Though it was a scene not actually in the game, she had come to accept all those events as real.

“Yes… I am his disciple and his love. As long as his will is with me, I am not afraid.”

It felt as if the director was smiling at her from beside her.

Overcoming all fear through a mental awakening, the woman took a courageous step into the deep, deep darkness.

* * *

“……Ugh.”

I feel like my mind is contaminated.

Who would have thought my past life would be consumed in this way?

I never imagined it.

Reading the unconscious mind of the woman with the power of dreams, I barely held back the vomit that seemed ready to burst out at any moment.

No, when did I ever say such lines?

I, no, the director, just retired appropriately to smoothly lead to the appearance of the weekly boss.

What’s with those strange recollections and lines?

It’s content made up arbitrarily. Why do they believe it as the truth?

Moreover, if you’re an Apostle of Courage, think of your god. Why are you making strange lines with me?

…Actually, it’s a good thing that the secondary creative activities of the game I’m making, [Akashic Archive], are active.

Even if those activities don’t directly lead to profit for me, their interactions thicken the fan base and give it expandability.

In fact, in my past life, there were games that enjoyed quite positive effects thanks to attractive characters and the artists who gathered around them, even if the gameplay was a bit lacking.

So I hoped that the players of my game would also enjoy such a culture…

“This isn’t it… This isn’t it!”

Why do they so casually turn someone into a homos*xual?

If it were a female deputy director, it might be understandable, but a male deputy director just looks strange!

Well… while reading through that mind, I did receive a cosmic horror-level mental erosion, but I could grasp the context.

The lowest of the Apostles of Courage, Bar Monica.

She is a first-year student at the academy who couldn’t accept the death of her favorite character, the director.

In the midst of it all, the annoying voice of Apostle Ji-hye could be heard from somewhere.

It was only natural for her to explode.

Although she had finished her class safely after a (physical) argument with Apostle Ji-hye, Ji-hye’s voice continued to linger inside her.

‘The Director is dead.’

Dead. Dead. Dead.

A death she didn’t want to accept.

She had reached the limit of continuously denying the death of her favorite character, which she had tried so hard to ignore.

One might wonder why she reacted so sensitively to the death of just one character, but anyway.

Because she liked the Director, she had searched for more writings and information related to the Director than anyone else.

As the vice president of the Continental Director Association, she had no choice but to accept the fact that the Director had sacrificed himself to save the prospective Director.

In the end, she decided to hold a memorial service for the Director and found a suitable place while I was out buying snacks for the Holy One.

As a result, she judged that an empty temple in a remote place was appropriate, laid out candles, and started the memorial service.

Hearing my voice and attacking me was the whole story of the incident.

…It was truly absurd.

I couldn’t believe such a thing was happening in a place I didn’t know.

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A sigh escaped me.

Still, I wouldn’t say it was a bad feeling.

The Director was a character created based on my past life.

The memorial service for him felt like watching a funeral for my past life.

It was as if she was taking care of my past life, which had died lonely and unnoticed by anyone.

“That part is appreciated, but…”

No matter what, as an apostle, disturbing and privately using our constellation’s temple required punishment.

…And turning someone into a homos*xual at will was also unforgivable.

So,

…This much should be fine, right?

* * *

Outside Reality

The goddess, who had been flying around as if guarding the fallen apostle of dreams, glanced at the bag lying on the ground.

Whoosh

When she reached out her hand, a small booklet from the bag flew into her hand.

The goddess opened the book and began to read it little by little.

Hmm

Hmm

As she calmly examined the book,

Her mouth gradually opened.

Th-this is outrageous!

The goddess was horrified by the contents of the book, but she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

After reading the entire booklet and carefully placing it in her bosom, her face was flushed with excitement.