Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 594



A Story from the Past. Old Testament – 1

No, she’s not my sister. Because my sister is already dead. A corpse is just a corpse, it can’t be my sister.

“Huh? That’s right? Since you’re here, I must be dead. Why am I alive?”

There could be many reasons for that. One answer could be Nevada’s obsession with preserving my sister’s corpse for two thousand years, and another could be the advanced demons who progressed enough to create humans.

But those things aren’t as important as this. The most important thing is.

Because someone wants the return of the king of humans. Besides Nevada, there are plenty of others.

“Huh? Why? That can’t be.”

Why? There’s no other reason.

“Because, the reason I died is.”

My sister tried to explain something to me. It was a story with such an immense depth that it couldn’t be expressed with words crafted by the tongue. It wasn’t the story of a single human, but a massive torrent of history formed by the consciousness of many humans, so it couldn’t be neatly explained.

But even without explaining, you can feel the grandeur of the torrent. The flow and logic contained within it aren’t something to explain. You accept it.

My sister approached me and explained it in a way that only I could understand.

Mind to mind.

I read my sister’s thoughts.

*

There was such a time.

A time when humans, not much different from beasts, sought to make all things in the world their own and prosper. Just before the roots of knowledge took hold and the buds of spirituality began to bloom. A time when the world held its breath, waiting for dawn to arrive.

Humans had beings known as the “Transmission Keepers.”

Drawings on cave walls to point at something. These were symbolized and turned into letters, woven into meaningful sentences like intricate carvings. Finally, humans could imprint experiences onto something other than their bodies.

That was transmission. The heritage of the human species.

The Transmission Keepers gathered countless transmissions and ensured they were not forgotten.

“Today’s lesson will end here.”

They had the most important role of passing on transmissions to the king of humans.

Rolling up the scroll again, wiping the remaining ink clean with paper. ‘Sister’ asked the Transmission Keeper, who was about to leave, with a puzzled look.

“Huh? Is that all for today?”

“There is nothing more to teach. You are too brilliant.”

The Transmission Keeper said, placing the scroll in their bosom.

“It has only been half a year since the previous king passed the mountain to you. It has only been a month since we found and brought you here. Yet, in that time, you have learned the letters and read all ninety-nine scrolls.”

“I just read them? Letters are fun! They’re not hard!”

“You are the king of all humans. If it’s something humans can do, you can do it all. Though you are the king, I am also happy to have such a smart and enthusiastic student.”

The Transmission Keeper smiled sincerely.

The sun sets, the moon wanes, new buds sprout and fall with the autumn leaves. The snow that covered the ground all winter melts, and the seeds that held their breath begin to sprout.

When the stars in the night sky return to their places, reading the celestial signs to distinguish the years.

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Sowing seeds and farming in tune with the great flow, pouring molten iron into the blazing furnace that spews heated smoke, forging countless blades, and binding them with strings to make weapons.

The human king mastered all the knowledge the lorekeeper possessed in just a few weeks.

“To say he mastered it would be an understatement. He can perform everything he learned.”

“Isn’t that why we learn? To use it?”

“That’s because it’s difficult. Humans can only master what they feel. No matter how much they read scrolls or are taught lore, they often doze off without fully understanding.”

The grumbling lorekeeper looked at ‘Nuna’ as if finding some solace.

“Unlike the wise king.”

“But, this scroll was made by all of you, wasn’t it?”

‘Nuna’ lightly unfolded a lore scroll. Countless characters spread out before her eyes. An ordinary person would feel a kind of dizziness from the scattered characters, but ‘Nuna’s eyes swiftly scanned all the characters.

The king of beasts is the pinnacle of the species. However, what stands out more is the conceptual characteristic. Human strength does not lie in mere physical power or tools. True strength is in learning and mastering everything in the world.

The human king was also exceptional in the power of learning. Before long, he could master all the truths and principles known to the lorekeeper.

Strong, fast, wise, and sagacious.

“If I am great, then you who made something great are also great! So, you can be proud!”

Kind and merciful as well.

The human king was so perfect.

It seemed unlikely that anything more superior could appear.

The human king’s learning included politics.

Not the kind of politics filled with personal opinions and ideologies that tear each other down. What the human king mastered was a structural understanding of how humans form groups and live.

Most of the northwest continent was the domain of the human king.

It was a bit different from domination. The humans of the northwest had a loosely organized tribal system, and the human king did not care how they lived. The human king did not force anything on anyone.

But the existence of the human king is too perfect. So much so that one cannot help but follow.

Powerful strength. Outstanding skills. Exceptional knowledge. And, the very concept of the ‘human king.’

Water flows from top to bottom. Humans who drank the knowledge bestowed by the human king felt ecstasy and bowed their heads.

Thus, the human king brought civilization to the entire northwest of the continent. Thus, the king’s domain took the form of a nation and flourished even more.

If there is a nation, there must also be a capital at its center. But the human king, the center of the nation, was free, and as much as he did not command anyone, he was not commanded by anyone.

Therefore, the capital also had to be able to move with the human king. The vassals set out on an endless journey, following the revered human king.

They were the king’s warriors. Noble humans who assisted the king, followed him, and spread his commands widely.

Those who embarked on the pilgrimage with the king sometimes recruited talented people, and when they grew old, they retired and settled somewhere, spreading the king’s teachings throughout the country.

The king’s warriors had another mission. It was to find the king.

If the king died of old age, disease, or some similar reason, they would hold a brief funeral and immediately wander the continent to find the next king.

This was a very important task. If the search was delayed even a little, the ambitious king’s warriors would turn against each other and lead the country into chaos. The king’s warriors needed a superhuman to prevent them from fighting among themselves.

Fortunately, this time the king’s warriors found the king quickly.

“My lord!”

A fresh girl, resembling a blade of grass, discovered the human king and ran barefoot. She was the child who had brought and cared for ‘Nuna’ when she was newly born in a cave in the great forest.

The girl, who had lost her parents early and took on odd jobs under a druid with a bad temper, earned the right to join the king’s warriors for her service in caring for ‘Nuna.’ ‘Nuna’ also warmly welcomed her.

“Nevada! Here, take this!”

‘Nuna’ proudly shook two scrolls she had brought. Enjoying the curiosity and joy sparkling in the girl’s eyes, ‘Nuna’ spoke.

“It’s the druid’s tradition. I wrote it down to make it a bit easier to understand.”

“The, the druid’s tradition…? You wrote it yourself?”

“Yes. You said you wanted to become a druid, right? With this, I’ll make you a druid!”

Humans are also beasts, and no matter how much of a king a human may be, it is inevitable that they will be more drawn to someone who has treated them kindly from the start. This time, the human king, ‘Nuna,’ had a favorite human, Nebida.

The chronicler who followed ‘Nuna’ was startled when he saw the scroll and approached quickly.

“Your Majesty! That scroll!”

“It’s okay! I wrote this!”

‘Nuna’ wanted to emphasize that it wasn’t stolen, but to the chronicler, that was an even bigger problem. A more excellent record was being created in a place he didn’t know.

“Huh?”

“It’s just a child. We will teach them, so Your Majesty should focus on more important matters.”

“More important matters? Like what?”

“Like creating treasures, ruling the country, or resolving village disputes.”

“None of that is important! Others can do it without me.”

Although she had earned the right to become a royal warrior, many people were displeased with the wandering girl who was favored just because she had met ‘Nuna’ for the first time. Thus, Nebida was treated coldly even among the royal warriors.

“Only I can teach Nebida. This is much more important!”

On the contrary, this only drew more of ‘Nuna’s’ attention. But the royal warriors’ thoughts did not reach that far.

Always being with the king and enjoying the power and knowledge, the royal warriors were undoubtedly the power holders of this era. And if there is a fruit called power, corruption grows alongside it.

The royal warriors were corrupt.

Being a royal warrior was an opportunity for growth and experience, and just being by the king’s side once made them treated like sages. They could enter any village, oust the chief, and control them.

Gradually, the royal warriors sought to monopolize that power. They were troubled by the free-spirited and unpredictable human king and tried to control her somehow.

“Let’s revise the records.”

The chronicler, too, could not escape the wave of corruption.

“Your Majesty, you use our knowledge too freely. The knowledge we painstakingly gathered and wrote on scrolls is given even to a child whose origins we do not know. Who would work hard to gather records if this continues? Everyone will just lie by the king’s side, waiting for the fruit to fall.”

The other chronicler nodded in agreement with the chronicler’s words.

“Even if it is our duty to pass on the chronicles, rewriting them without our consent is crossing the line, even for the king.”

The noble chroniclers among the king’s warriors were respected by many humans. However, unlike other powers, chronicles could be shared. Perhaps because of this, the chroniclers showed an obsession with the scrolls.

“Without the chronicles, humans would be no different from beasts. It is thanks to our chronicles that humans, and the king, can be special. We deserve more respect.”

“Indeed! Without us, the king’s warriors would be nothing!”

“Unfortunately, the current king has already mastered all the scrolls. Let us make sure to firmly instruct the next king with the chronicles we will give.”

“What if the king writes the scrolls himself, like this time?”

“We must retrieve them. It is our duty to safeguard the scrolls.”

The chronicler said this as he unfolded the scroll. Although not a single letter of the chronicles should be erased carelessly, the chronicler intended to overwrite the letters regardless of such traditions.

He painted over the sentence that spread the chronicles with white ink made from ground seashells. Over the thickened conscience, he painted black letters. Ironically, the sentence that asked to hide itself was now part of the chronicles.

It should have been so.

The letters danced wildly as if resisting. As if resisting the letters trying to cover them. The chronicler’s eyes widened.

“No, this is…!”

“The First Chronicler is angry!”

“Impossible…! The chronicles were real!”

The legendary being who first created letters. The First Chronicler, who taught humans letters and knowledge, was the guardian of knowledge and chronicles, and it was said that he would personally come to punish those who dared to damage the chronicles.

Of course, this too was just an old myth created to protect the chronicles.

But she had the power to turn myths into reality.

“That was not written by you.”

The chroniclers were shocked as if their breath had been taken away. They trembled, clutching the scrolls to their chests as if their secrets had been exposed.

“Knowledge is the asset of humanity. It originated from humans, so it should rightfully return to humans. It should not be something special.”

The girl reproached the keepers of tradition with eyes that pierced through all creation.

In shame and guilt, the keepers of tradition lowered their heads and held their breath. Who she was, how she got here, and what power she possessed no longer mattered.

“However, if tradition can be overlaid with sin, that sin can also be overlaid with merit. I will give you the opportunity to paint over your mistakes.”

The girl, who penetrated the fear of the keepers of tradition, became the new keeper of tradition.