Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 593



A Story of the Past. Old Testament

Why I suddenly changed my attitude, what on earth I might do, was a mystery even to Nevada. But Nevada did not waste time stopping his desires by worrying about things he couldn’t control. With Nevada’s power, I reached the top of the Tree of Origin in an instant.

The Tree of Origin had grown a bit more since I last saw it. By rough estimation, it seemed to have grown close to 20 meters. It seems even the World Tree has a growth period.

‘In two thousand years, the species called humans have also changed. Nevada grew the Tree of Origin to bridge the gap between pre-epoch humans and modern humans. Now, the human king up there is almost the same as me.’

At the top of the World Tree, shrouded in clouds, I climbed up using the human fruits as steps. A bit nervous, but there’s no turning back now. I just looked ahead and walked forward.

‘I can read other thoughts from inside the echo. It seems Nevada has infused it with energy. I can feel a half-awakened consciousness. And inside that… I see incredibly old memories.’

Each time I stepped, the branch filled with fruits slightly bent. Is this what it feels like to step on people to climb up? Not a great feeling.

Stairs should be solid. You can’t climb properly on soft stairs. You have to step forward, trembling with the fear that they might collapse at any moment.

‘The essence is the king of humans. However, due to Nevada’s tenacity, two human kings exist beyond time. But the king of beasts is a concept, and only one entity can exist for a single concept.’

Finally arriving at the top of the large flower bud, I took a deep breath as I looked down at the slightly open bottom. Inside here is the king of humans. Unlike that time, now from below, I can feel an overwhelming presence.

Is this the right thing to do? Was it a pointless act?

‘One of the two will disappear. A good stage has been set.’

But having come this far, there’s no turning back. Taking a short breath, I jumped into the flower bud. The fully ripened flower bud slightly opened as if to welcome me.

My body fell into the flower bud.

At the same time, my consciousness also fell into the distant ages.

*

Nevada was a warrior of the king. She had survived through ages so long that even history had become blurred, but she had never forgotten for a single moment that she was a warrior of the king.

Therefore, the current king of humans was also worthy of her respect. Nevada bowed her head to see off the king of humans entering the flower bud.

As a sign of ‘respect’. The only king she truly served was one.

Flap. A parrot flew in. Nevada slowly turned her head like a withered old tree.

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“Hexia.”

“Nevada. Caw. I have something to say.”

“I know what it is. It’s about the druids, right?”

“Caw. Yes. Those guys, it may seem like they’ve run away for now. But they won’t just leave. They’ll try to interfere somehow.”

The great witch’s parrot still flapped its wings as it spoke.

“We need to prepare in advance. They will never stand by and watch a human be born from this fruit. Hmph, it’s funny. They act as if they have rights, even though they contributed nothing to the fruit-bearing!”

The parrot, still excited, was flying around in the air without perching anywhere. Watching the dizzying flight of the parrot, Nevada suddenly spoke.

“What about you?”

“Ah! Me? What did I do?”

“Hexia. You created the meat fruit. But you also wanted to burn that meat fruit. You didn’t object to humans being born from the meat fruit either.”

For a moment, the parrot’s wings stopped in mid-air. The parrot, which had fallen below, regained its senses and flew up again.

“I made the meat fruit! It’s different from those guys. I had the right to do so!”

The voice was fierce, but the momentum was not as strong as before. Nevda felt it but didn’t point it out. She was one of the few allies and almost the only disciple. She didn’t want to break the spirit of the disciple who had fully inherited her teachings.

“…And, it would have been fine if it weren’t for those guys! Anyway, the beast inside the meat fruit can’t move. It’s no different from a corpse. What’s wrong with using something that’s no different from a corpse like a corpse?! Why are they talking about the value and dignity of the beast?! Mother’s incident was just a trigger. Those guys intended to burn all the meat fruits from the beginning!”

The parrot’s voice, which had been shouting, gradually turned into babbling.

“If only humans weren’t born from there… If those guys hadn’t kept blaming me and making me out to be a bad person. I could have just pretended not to know and been happy.”

“You’re right, Hexia.”

Nevda lived before the first year. In the age of savagery, common sense and order were not established, and law and morality were a joke. The logic of power was the only absolute truth that penetrated the era. Survival of the fittest was the only absolute truth.

“Taboo, morality, law, order. Those are the standards set by a wicked harlot who drove her master away with a sinister scheme.”

And Nevda was still living in the age of savagery. From her perspective, this era was also a product of great violence. She had witnessed firsthand that the first saint had transformed this world with transcendent power. Standing a step away from the world, Nevda understood that even civilization was a product of savagery.

“The only reason you became a problem is because they made it a problem. They tried to judge you with their power.”

The ability to enforce laws, to expect morality, to demand norms and order. Because they are the strong.

“Judge the world with your power. Do what you intend to do. You have that power. There’s no need to hesitate.”

Nevda turned her head and gazed beyond the forest. Her eyes turned into those of a hawk.

In an instant, the jungle moved. The trees that filled her view made way for her. Even though there was no wind, the trees, realizing the will of the demon, lowered themselves, fearing they might block Nevda’s gaze.

In that single, clear view. Nevda discovered Nenyaf, who was watching from this side, and muttered.

“They too will come to judge you and me.”

Nenyaf, who had been detected, immediately moved. There was no time to hesitate. The opponent was an ancient druid, a monster whose power reached the ends of the sky. Nenyaf was among the strongest of humans, and thus knew all too well how terrifying the sky above the sky could be.

“Master, you are still a monster….”

She had once been taught by Nevda. Having witnessed that power up close, she also knew its weaknesses. Nevda, linked to the tree of origin, lived with that immense presence. Such an existence did not react sensitively to the movements of mere creatures. Life would be too exhausting otherwise.

So she watched with hawk-like eyes… and Nevda, proving that it wasn’t that he couldn’t, detected Nenyaf. Nenyaf immediately dashed through the trees to shake off the pursuit.

But it wasn’t enough. Before she knew it, a large snake was following her. A vine snake with bark instead of scales chased Nenyaf, its jaws wide open. The cursed beast, born of Nevda’s power, burned its short life to bite Nenyaf.

Nenyaf took out a seed and breathed a small breath into it. As she squeezed between large rocks, she scattered the seeds everywhere. Behind her, the vine snake roared and pursued. Its body, surprisingly flexible, slipped through the branches.

At that moment, Nenyaf unleashed the power contained in the seeds.

Druid Vision, Vine Root.

The vines exploded in growth, entangling the vine snake. The snake screamed in pain, twisting its body. Its bark scales were scraped by sharp rocks, breaking and scattering, and what looked like sap flowed out. But stopping seemed more painful to the snake than crashing into the rocks.

“Master. You are wrong. Just because you have power doesn’t mean you can do anything. To wield power, you need justification, and power that lacks the sympathy of all is nothing but barbaric violence. It will become an original sin that binds humanity.”

The vine snake was a beast created by Nevda. It was never meant to live long. It devoted its short life entirely to carrying out its given orders.

What a sinful beast. Nenyaf felt a brief sympathy for the tree of origin. At the same time, her belief became even more certain.

“The weak being unilaterally ravaged by the strong… even if that is reality, it should not be accepted as natural.”

Reaffirming her resolve, Nenyaf germinated the seed in her grasp. Despite the lack of soil and sunlight, the seed took root in her belief and grew, nourished by her determination. The seed, undergoing transformation, became a sapling with countless leaves and sturdy roots.

The grown leaves emitted their own light. A dazzling white, holy light.

Nenyaf was filled with belief and gained the right to wield that belief as power.

A sword forged by belief, the Holy Sword. Nenyaf belatedly realized that she was a Holy Swordbearer. The unfamiliar power felt natural, as if it had always been a part of her.

Nenyaf approached the vine snake with the Holy Sword. As she got closer, the snake thrashed as if it had been waiting. Its eyes were filled with shallow hostility and anger.

“Just because you created it, just because it will soon die, or for any other reason. Even sympathy and sorrow for that pitiful life cannot be turned into hypocrisy.”

The vine snake opened its jaws wide. Inside its mouth were twigs and leaves. Nenyaf, as mercifully as possible, thrust the Holy Sword under its jaw.

Light flowed along the vine. The vine snake’s eyes widened. A beast born with a limited lifespan, a beast that had rampaged without knowing the sweetness of water or the warmth of sunlight, was enjoying the grace of light for the first time.

The expression of the vine snake gradually relaxed. The body that had been howling in pain regained its composure. The primordial tree, which had been struggling before death, fell asleep in the light it had long sought in its final moment. The vine snake had now returned to being a simple vine.

Nenyaf, who had gained the power to kill the primordial tree, muttered suddenly.

“Seems like you don’t even have the time to appear in person. Are you busy?”

If it were Nevydar, it wouldn’t be strange if he appeared immediately and slaughtered Nenyaf. Even though he was once a disciple, he wouldn’t care at all. The reason Nevydar hadn’t appeared yet must be because he couldn’t.

“…The king of humans. Does the master really have to create his own king to be satisfied?”

The primordial tree was rapidly consuming its energy. The energy of the world tree, which had monopolized a land for hundreds of years, was being consumed so quickly. What kind of existence must it be?

It was terrifying, but Nenyaf found a glimmer of hope within it. The primordial tree was consuming its energy, and now that Nevydar’s feet were bound… This is the only chance to sever that sin.

*

“Right and wrong, savagery and civilization, order and reason. What is allowed and what is not.”

I walked slowly in the darkness. The inside of the flower bud shouldn’t be that wide, but no matter how much I walked, no wall appeared. It was only after walking to an incomprehensible extent that I realized.

This is inside my mind.

“What are they all? They’re not food. They’re not visible. They can’t even tell me? Then how am I supposed to know?”

Then the owner of this voice.

I turned around. There was a girl with shaggy gray hair wiggling her toes as if throwing a tantrum.

“El says I’m too special to understand. The king says he can’t understand it. Because I’m not ordinary, I’ll never realize it, and I’ll always live ignoring it. But what can I do? I can’t say something that doesn’t exist.”

Endlessly free and endlessly natural. Filled with beast-like optimism. As if she had never been aware of her tragic fate, the former king of humans, who had been betrayed and torn apart, spoke to me with innocent eyes.

“How is it? The ordinary me? You know, right?”

How can you pretend to know when you’ve never seen me before? I don’t know what you are.

“Now you know, right? You’re ordinary. Instead of humans, you represent the one person in front of you. You can’t encompass everyone, but you can read the deepest part of one person’s heart.”

What? How did you know?

My mind-reading ability is more like a side effect. The representative quality that a king of humans should have has lost its power and twisted in a strange direction. And you know that?

“Big sister knows. That was the promise.”

The nonsensical talk didn’t end there. Big sister? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard recently. Where do I have a big sister?

Then the girl puffed out her chest and shouted confidently.

“I was born first. I’m the big sister.”

…I can’t argue with that.