Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 565



The Seer, The Watcher

In the dim night, a halo of light flickered atop a tall tree. The strange light, created by thousands of fireflies, was difficult to discern from afar, but it took the shape of a girl.

Smooth black hair like a carpet. Eyes gently closed. Soft lips. An indescribable beauty sculpted in light. The form of the heavenly saint, Meiel, descended upon this land, pointing the way.

[Look. Shay. The king of humans.]

And beside her. Shay stood atop the highest tree, watching over the village of the immortals.

A distance so far. If it weren’t for the seven-colored eyes, even people would appear like mirages from this vast distance. The regressor Shay observed the tragic state of the immortal village with eyes that could see far.

[He is the destroyer of order. He denies civilization and history, seeing humans only as pure humans. Where they were born, what they learned, the history they lived through means nothing to him. He is the king of pure ‘humans,’ separated from all of that. Now, he represents the ‘humans’ wandering this land.]

Shay found it hard to speak. The sight before him was too unfamiliar.

He knew he possessed an undying body, but it was the first time he witnessed it in battle. And the way he fought was exceedingly brutal.

He believed in his immortality and threw his body like a tool. Now, breaking an arm or bleeding was merely a means to an end for him. He smashed his head while breaking his own body, impaled himself with skewers, and bled to incapacitate.

The blood of the vampire is a curse. It cannot kill the immortal by itself. Yet, he moved with precision, targeting only the ‘physical body.’ The immortal’s body is a link to the offering deity. By tainting and separating that link with a curse, the power of the immortals was rapidly diminishing.

Fights among immortals are wars of attrition. Instead of focusing on a single moment to strike, the key to victory lies in continuously gaining advantageous exchanges, chipping away at the opponent’s strength.

And he fought more violently than anyone else.

[He affirms everything. He spares no means or methods. He twists the rules, circumvents promises, and finds gaps in order to escape. To him, there are no taboos. The only thing that matters is whether he can or cannot do it.]

The immortals rushed in to overwhelm him with numbers. They, who could not die even when cut by swords, were fierce and reckless. A storm that could tear a person apart engulfed him.

However, Hughes did not evade; instead, he leaped into the gap between three of them. His head was struck by an elbow, and his abdomen was pierced by sharp claws.

Even as his body was being torn apart, his hands moved busily. He scraped the elbow with a skewer and grasped the blood flowing from his belly, splattering it around. The power of the vampire only exerted strong dominion over his blood. The actions of the immortals, drenched in the blood blessed by the progenitor, gradually slowed.

The power of the vampire reached the rules of the world. As long as it aligned with that principle, it provided infinite and unconditional strength. The immortals were astonished by the unyielding power of another immortal.

[If all humans were good, it might be fine. But some humans are evil, some are cowardly, and some are indifferent. There are countless humans in the world who hurt others, deceive, and care not for the consequences. If we leave them be, evil spreads like a stain. Darkening the surroundings.]

An endless melee, an exchange of cursed powers. Indeed, Hughes, a mere individual compared to the strong immortals, was weak.

Yet, as the fight dragged on, Hughes gradually gained the upper hand.

[He is the king of humans. An ancient evil that has existed since time immemorial, indulging in human sins. Shay. Even now, weakened and banished by humans, he remains a dangerous being.]

Only then did Shay realize what the ancient evil the heavenly saint had commanded him to banish truly was.

The king of humans. A being that awakens the wicked instincts within the hearts of humans. A far more dangerous ancient evil than the past demon that died and became an offering deity.

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The celestial saint, who foresaw all these sights, revealed to her the landscape she beheld.

Her last hope and first despair, to Shay.

[Even so, will you protect the human king?]

Shay quietly observed the ancient evil.

*

The god of Tyr promises an immortal body, limited to ‘me.’ My blood is bound with a powerful dominion, like that of a vampire. I deliberately let it flow to consume the body of the immortal.

Yet, it was not enough to soak the immortal in blood like Tyr; I merely injected it into the offering through a skewer. The amount of blood loss was enough to cause a fatal hemorrhage, but as a god, I could endure this level of loss.

“What are you all hesitating for?! The offering god demands a sacrifice!”

One immortal charged at me with a dagger. I quickly read his thoughts. The offering part was the right hip. A difficult target to aim for.

“Ah, I really don’t want to aim for a man’s hip.”

Muttering nonsense, I reached out to block the dagger. The sharp blade tore through my palm and burst out the back of my hand. Pain coursed through my arm’s nerves.

Turning my precious hand into a sheath for the blade—a gamble I would never have taken if I lacked regenerative abilities—I gripped the dagger tightly. My muscles contracted, holding the blade in place. With that, I yanked my arm back and kicked at his ankle.

In an instant, the immortal lost his balance and slipped. At the same time, I transformed the dagger into a card and withdrew my hand, easily marking his back. The skewer plunged into his unguarded hip.

My hand was torn, and his hip was pierced. In terms of exchange, it would be an overwhelming loss for me. However, in a fight between immortals, it was different.

As my hand bled, a black mark of curse gradually spread across his hip.

“How…! My offering god…!”

“Don’t say too much. It’s unpleasant for me too.”

Shaking off my hand, I gradually felt the pain dissipate as I looked around. Countless immortals were hesitating, surrounding me.

The bravado typical of immortals had vanished. No matter how much they punched and tore flesh, they would quickly regenerate. In contrast, I was slowly gnawing away at their bodies with blood magic.

Surprisingly, at this moment, the immortals felt the overwhelming despair they would experience only when facing another immortal.

“Why are you like this? You’re immortals, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you fight without fear since you can’t die?”

Even my provocation didn’t draw them in. They were frightened.

Those who had always held the upper hand with their invulnerability hesitated at the visible wounds. Though they were not dead yet, the gradually slowing regeneration rate instilled in them an instinctive fear.

The fear of an end, the first they had felt since becoming immortal, that they might truly die if this continued.

In truth, if they had all charged at once from the beginning and torn my body apart, I would have been helpless. They lacked tenacity. I feigned nonchalance and spoke.

“This level of strength is common beyond the plains. Have you been playing the alley boss with just the bloodlings until now? I am the adversary that the offering god directly commanded to be killed. You shouldn’t come at me with half-hearted resolve.”

“Ahem! You speak well for a mouth that’s been pierced!”

A tall immortal, one head taller than the others, parted the crowd. The elderly immortal, with white hair loosely flowing and tattered sleeves fluttering, clicked his tongue, revealing his muscular build.

The other immortals spoke as they noticed her late arrival.

“Left arm! Where have you been until now?”

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“I was behind. Until yesterday, I didn’t like the idea of attacking someone I had treated as a guest. If you’ve welcomed someone once, you must take care of them until they leave. That’s the tradition, you see.”

A bronze body, seemingly honed through endless training. Among them, the left arm, with its torn sleeve, stands out particularly. She is the left arm. In this village of immortals, she is an elder who competes for the top ranks through sheer force, the matriarch of the immortals.

The immortals called out to her, both relieved and anxious.

“This is not the time! The Offering God has commanded it directly!”

“I’m not deaf yet. Stop squawking.”

With a hint of annoyance, she cupped her ear and stepped forward, still wearing a sullen expression.

“Isn’t that what I entrusted to you? If it’s about dealing with an intruder rather than a guest, then my dreams are less troubled. Tsk tsk. And yet, it has come to me after all.”

She grumbled as she dusted off her hands, then threw a nearby log at me without hesitation. In an instant, the massive log filled my field of vision. There was no time to block or dodge. Struck directly by the log, I rolled away, a lump of flesh, until I came to a stop far off.

“But now that I’ve come this far, I can’t let this old body rest! The rampage ends here! Get up, young one!”

Tch. Not even a moment of carelessness.

I stood up, brushing aside the log now covered in lush leaves. Thanks to the druidic magic that had made the branches and leaves grow, the impact wasn’t too severe. Just because I have regenerative abilities doesn’t mean I have to take every hit.

“Goodness. The whole village comes running at a word from the Offering God. Is that really okay?”

“The Offering God commanded it! But now, that doesn’t matter! If we can’t catch a single rat that has disturbed our village, how can we protect our traditions and our children?”

The ‘left arm’ wrapped her own left arm tightly with leather she had pulled from somewhere. And as she flexed her left arm, the arm offered to the Offering God became as solid as a rock under pressure.

“We were born as warriors! I will fight you with the pride of a warrior!”

*

“Mm. Meiel. I understand what you’re trying to say. But…”

Shea, who had been watching the fight, suddenly spoke up. The Celestial Saint turned her gaze slightly to listen to her words.

“Hugh isn’t as bad a person as you think, right?”

The Celestial Saint sees the future. For her, even this situation where the human king is clashing with the civilization of savagery is just a thread of the future she has ‘seen.’ Nothing is surprising, no matter what happens. It’s within the prophecy.

However, she cannot see the future of the same saint. Thus, Shea’s doubts were entirely outside the realm of prophecy.

The Celestial Saint, too, was a girl chosen by the first saint from a distant past. No matter how powerful she is, there are limits. Meiel pondered and replied to Shea’s words.

[Shea. I’m not trying to discuss his good and evil, but to show his essence. If there’s no respect for what has been built, we will continue to clash. If he were to win and disrupt the order, only the logic of the survival of the fittest would remain in that place. That alone can be called evil.]

“Mm. That’s true, but how should I put it? Hugh isn’t trying to break all the rules and order, you know? He did scratch at the surface of things.”

And Shea was one of the most unpredictable people among the humans Meiel had encountered.

“And I had a slightly unpleasant feeling about the village of immortals, you know? Hugh probably wanted to mock that.”

[What is that?]

“It’s hard to say outright. Maybe it’s a bit of arrogance? It felt less like genuine help and more like being ignored. There was a subtle discomfort.”

She’s emotional. Despite Shea building a friendship with the human king, she supports him because of the oddly irritating aspects of the village of immortals.

Shea is simple. That’s why she’s even harder to understand. Meiel sighed softly as she looked at her, who would become a wedge in the future.

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[The Immortal is a village with the only stable system in this land. Even when the World Tree burned and the Eternal One died, this village survived. Though it may have originated from evil, their order upheld one pillar of this world. Yet, do you think a storm of blood must sweep through the village of the Immortal?]

“Hmm? I doubt there will even be a storm. Would Hughes really go so far as to kill them all?”

[Yes. He accepted the challenge. He fights and wins against those who risk their lives to uphold their petty pride, primitive faith, and barbaric traditions. And he kills those who fight with the resolve to die, leaving only those who wish to live cowardly.]

“Is that the future you saw?”

[It is a future that has already come to pass.]

The future seen by the Heavenly Saint is nearly absolute. Unless Shei intervenes directly to twist it, it generally unfolds as it is. Shei, though aware of this truth from experience, remained skeptical.

“That’s strange. I don’t think it will happen.”

Many cannot believe unless they see it. Maiel decided to show her the truth.

[Watch closely, Shei. What he has set in motion.]