Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 566



The God Who Stitched Together Sin and Flesh – 1

The fighting spirit of the Immortals is growing. This is not to follow the command of a god, but a struggle to protect themselves from the village’s crisis. A very primal and instinctual desire.

I found myself lost in thought, facing the sharp atmosphere that opposed me.

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Even if that fighting spirit is instinctual now, the spark ignited from their faith. With a mere shallow desire to serve that wretched god, the entire village is risking their lives to fight against a formidable foe.

…In truth, I am not a formidable foe at all, but that’s just how they perceive it.

So I become even more curious. If they truly find themselves in a crisis where their tribe could be annihilated, will they still cling to their faith and traditions? Will they sacrifice their lives for the tools of survival?

I don’t know. Honestly, it seems it would depend on the situation. No one can be certain.

Unless they test it directly.

“The fact that you’re prepared to die is real, isn’t it? Is it really okay for me to kill you?”

“Death will be yours. We are bodies blessed by the Offering God. As long as the Offering God exists, we will never die!”

“That’s the same for me. I have no intention of dying. I’d rather fight than die quietly.”

I have a demon, so it will be difficult, but it is possible. If I can, then I should try. It would be fine to test just how strong their desire is.

So, shall I give it a go…? Just as I was steeling myself and gathering my strength.

Thump. My heart suddenly began to race strangely.

In the dim cathedral, a nun prays alone. The sunlight filtered through the red stained glass casts a glow over her delicate hands clasped in prayer.

The fallen nun Sister Yegcheria blessed someone in the blood-soaked monastery.

– My blessing is infinitely humble and powerless compared to that of the Heavenly Saint. Yet, I shall bless you.

The vampire nun has forsaken God. Once revered for her overflowing faith, the abbess became a blasphemer of the divine and an elder of the progenitor.

– The Heavenly Saint has prepared a future for you. If you embark on this path, you will ascend through cause and effect to seize the future blessed by the Saint.

The cathedral and the nun. Words that should be sacred, yet they do not fit with the blood-soaked monastery and the fallen nun Yegcheria.

The sacraments that should be holy are performed with blood. She questions the confessions of those who come not to the heavens, but to herself, washing newborns not in oil, but in blood.

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– One, even the wicked perform good deeds, and the righteous may unwittingly commit evil acts. That must be because humans are imperfect.

Yegcheria did not forsake the divine. Instead, she sought the god that dwells within the bodies and hearts of humans, rather than a distant deity.

– My blessing is a small whim. A slight disturbance that matters little whether it occurs or not. Yet, in a moment, it can turn the wicked into the righteous and the righteous into the wicked. The seed of confusion.

Yegcheria sowed a very small seed while blessing me and the returner. The end of a predetermined future. A minor impulse that influences the bloodstream at a moment observed by the saintess.

– The saintess of the heavens determines the future. That is the end of inevitability. The conclusion that touches upon reason and causality. However, since she evaluates what is human, she judges imperfect humans by a perfect standard. Thus, it becomes distorted, confusing, and twisted.

The breeze feels refreshing, the body feels light, or suddenly something catches my eye. A sudden impulse that stirs within me, enough to make me pause, even if it cannot control me.

– The divine resides within our hearts. Yegcheria blesses you all.

Blood art, sacrificial blood.

The power of the blessing bestowed by Yegcheria is a very small whim. It plants a minor impulse within the body that can change a person’s mindset or actions. Compared to the saintess’s blessing, it may seem trivial, but it is a joker that can disrupt that blessing.

The blessing reconstructed through blood art clearly exerted its power within my body. However, the small problem is that I already knew of its existence through mind-reading.

An impulse is an impulse when one is unaware of it, but knowing it clearly makes it a bit awkward. It is a hidden card of sorts.

Hmm. But.

Is there any reason not to be whimsical?

I immediately clasped my hands together and bowed deeply.

“I’m truly sorry. I want to apologize to all of you.”

The immortal beings, who were about to approach with boiling fighting spirit, hesitated as I suddenly lowered myself. I took this opportunity to apologize more fervently.

“I’m sorry for intruding and causing a ruckus without permission. But please consider my position as well. I couldn’t just ignore the fact that people were to be offered to the sacrificial deity, could I?”

“…What did you say?”

“They were supposed to be offerings to the evil god, and when told to offer them, it naturally led to some unpleasant thoughts. What if the sacrificial deity is also a malevolent being like a dark sorcerer? What if it intends to devour them all to gain strength? I merely entered to confirm such thoughts. It’s true that I lacked consideration for you in the process.”

“Whoa, wait a minute. My head.”

The ‘left arm’ suddenly thumped its temples due to a sudden headache. Resolving the headache with an immortal’s remedy, the ‘left arm’ grimaced.

“After causing such a ruckus and even attacking, now you want to apologize? What sudden whim is this?”

“It is a whim, but it’s true that I acted a bit presumptuously, isn’t it? I wanted to apologize for that part first.”

“If you want to apologize, you should offer up one of your arms. How shameless to only speak it!”

“Well, aside from that, it’s not like I did something I couldn’t do; it’s just that I lacked consideration. What if the sacrificial deity really did eat people?”

I don’t know what effect this whim might have, but does it matter if words have any effect?

“But if the sacrificial deity graciously forgives me, I won’t fight anymore.”

*

[Yegcheria. In the end, you…]

The future has changed. The saintess of the heavens, realizing the shadow of the nun that followed behind him, let out a groan.

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No, in fact, the future hasn’t changed at all. Without the saint’s intervention, the human king will challenge the order. The deity of offerings will not bend their desires either, so a clash between the two is inevitable.

That small impulse merely twisted the process leading to that future a little.

However, with just this difference.

‘Sin’ changes.

“He apologized! Look. Hughes yielded first. Isn’t that enough?”

Shei sprang up with a refreshed expression.

Even if the cause and effect do not change at all, the yardstick for judging that act shifts. With a small whim, with a slight difference, the ball of right and wrong often rolls over to the other side.

Even though the human king is such a being, and the deity of offerings is such a being. Due to a slight change, the line between good and evil blurs. Gray spreads from the boundary of black and white.

[This won’t change anything…. In the end, that will come.]

“Hasn’t it changed? Our gaze towards Hughes!”

Shei replied with a light-hearted face.

*

“Are you saying you will stop the fight here?”

“Suspicious. There must be some ulterior motive.”

“Left Arm. What will you do now?”

“Why ask the Left Arm, you thigh! The deity of offerings has already given a command! Do you intend to defy the deity’s command?”

“Has the situation not changed? Perhaps the deity of offerings will issue another command.”

“There hasn’t been another command since then! In that case, we must follow the previous command!”

“But you apologized, didn’t you?”

Pouring cold water on the boiling fighting spirit, opinions among the immortals began to diverge. Some disliked using power against Piou, some feared the power I had shown, and others simply questioned what the problem was now, believing my words.

A slight clash of opinions arose. Unable to bear the sizzling noise, the ‘Left Arm’ shouted loudly.

“Shut up! It’s annoying, so stop chattering!”

“No, but—”

“Even if it’s annoying!”

The ‘Left Arm’ slammed down on the head of an immortal who was still chattering despite the warning. The immortal, with a crushed head, curled up and quietly closed their mouth, glancing around.

“First, capture him! Can’t we just keep him locked up until the deity of offerings issues a command? Young ones are less flexible than I am!”

“Oh, that’s a method!”

“Are you planning to make an old man with a fading memory think too?”

Lock him up?

Should I indulge in a little more whim here and willingly get caught? After all, the restraints of an immortal can be easily released. Hmm, but I don’t really want to concede that much.

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Alright. Let’s fight. If you’re going to wait for the command of the Offering God, there’s no need to heed their wishes any further, is there?

“Wait! Everyone, stop fighting!”

At that moment, a massive shadow intruded between me and the Immortal. It was Rash, the Offering God’s most powerful force, with a right arm that stood out remarkably, comparable to the ‘Left Arm.’ He approached with a bewildered expression, alternating his gaze between me and the ‘Left Arm.’

“What on earth is this bizarre situation? Why are you suddenly brawling with a guest?”

“Right Arm? What brings you here? I buried you and your bride in the ground during the wedding ceremony!”

Rash rolled his eyes in disbelief. He should have been buried after the wedding, but having dug a tunnel beforehand, he cautiously emerged through it after nightfall. Only after preparing a place to hide from the other Immortals did he receive the Offering God’s summons and arrive late.

“My Offering God suddenly moved in haste. It must be urgent, so I sought permission from my master and rushed out!”

“You’re far from being the head of the family! To abandon your newlywed bride and come to the battlefield!”

“Oh, we can have the wedding again later! But what is it that you’re fighting with the teacher about? Did the Offering God order you to eliminate the teacher?”

“You must have received the Offering God’s revelation too, yet you shamelessly ask again knowing full well!”

“Oh dear. I’ve been caught.”

Scratching his head, Rash glanced between me and the ‘Left Arm’ before letting out a sigh.

“Stop it, Left Arm Aunt. There’s no reason to fight.”

“What do you mean?”

“The boy accompanying the teacher is a very powerful warrior. Even that Jiseon ultimately lost and had his arm severed. And the teacher is a force to be reckoned with. You shouldn’t engage in battle with a half-hearted mindset.”

“Are you saying we should avoid fighting just because the enemy is strong? Rash! Did I teach you that?”

“Of course not, Left Arm Aunt. As an Immortal, I’m not afraid of battle either. But I’ve lived with these people beyond the grasslands, I’ve received their kindness, and I was welcomed as a guest in their village. How can I give my all against a guest I’ve personally welcomed?”

Rash, though still young, had received the title of the Offering God’s Right Arm. The Right Arm was one of the Offering God’s two limbs, on par with the Left Arm. When opinions clashed, the ‘Left Arm’ could say no more and let out a groan.

“Ugh. I don’t misunderstand your meaning, but how can I endure when the Offering God has given a command?”

“Let’s ask the Offering God again!”

While the ‘Left Arm’ was racking his brain, Rash reached a clear conclusion.

“There’s definitely something wrong with the revelation! Surely the Offering God wouldn’t issue such reckless and sudden orders? It would be wise to call the priestesses and inquire about the true intent of the Offering God’s words!”

To think a god could be wrong—such an attitude isn’t particularly encouraged towards deities. But this time, Rash was right. The Offering God, while possessing divine power, was not a true god.

I had no particular intention of avoiding a fight with the Immortal, but if I could whimsically dodge it, that would be fine too. Then the battle with the Immortal would end here. What remains is…

[Indeed, a body that does not follow the mind is nothing but a rabble.]

A rumble. A massive tremor was felt from the Offering God’s cave. As if the cave were too cramped, the Offering God emerged slowly, hand on the cave ceiling.

A grotesque body stitched together from skin. The Offering God, having assembled a body received from the Immortals, awakened from a long seclusion.