Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint - Chapter 602



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With ‘Nuna’s’ death, this memory also came to an end. Was what happened a moment ago something that actually happened in the past, or was it just a fleeting dream?

One thing is certain, this conversation has brought no change to my life.

It is merely a fragment occupying the memory of ‘Noona’. It is just a clue for me to know and resonate more deeply with ‘Noona’s’ death.

‘Noona’ is like a thread cut by a knife. To continue, one must focus on the cross-section.

Though she died somewhat futilely as the queen of humans, that’s how the king of beasts is. Stupid and simple, easily falling into traps or dying. ‘Noona’ was just an innocent and stupid beast.

“Listening quietly, that’s rude! Innocent but not stupid!”

“Huh, what? You were listening?”

‘Noona’ suddenly jumped into my sight from outside my consciousness. Such liveliness in the mindscape? Usually, the dead are gloomy or resigned, but ‘Noona’ is almost shameless.

“Of course! It’s my memory! I felt a connection with El, so I was quietly watching!”

“That’s creepy. You could have come out and explained.”

“It’s not creepy, it’s considerate! I had already talked with El for a long time, and the conversation after that was for you. According to old etiquette, I stepped aside!”

Talked for a long time? Stepped aside because it was after that? Listening quietly, I heard something I couldn’t easily overlook.

“Conversation? When? All I remember is being blinded by the light after reaching the top of Yulim.”

“I didn’t show you that. It’s privacy, you know? Respect it!”

What? Didn’t show me? I’ve never asked anyone for permission to look into memories…?

“And it wasn’t a conversation. El wove light into fabric and painted a picture to show me. It wasn’t my memory, so it’s hard to show you.”

After choosing her words for a moment, Noona clapped her hands and added.

“Like how ‘Shei’s’ memories can’t be read!”

Uh, right. So, I tried not to be conscious of it, but I can’t ignore it anymore.

I said reluctantly.

“Noona, you’re reading me too.”

Then, my sister looked at me intently and answered.

“Of course. You read me too, don’t you?”

“I’m not protesting. It’s just a strange experience, so I was a bit flustered.”

“But you’re feeling uncomfortable?”

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…Well, maybe a little. I do have my privacy.

“Is it because your inner thoughts were exposed? Do you want to hide them?”

Don’t read me if you know… Well, it’s no use protesting anyway.

I read my sister, and she read me. We both knew each other equally. Because, fundamentally, my sister and I are the same being.

“Order is just a tool. Tools are useful. So, order can be used usefully! Isn’t that what you think?”

That’s right. Tools are always necessary. With the measure of order in mind, it’s easier to judge whatever happens.

You can discard it when it’s unnecessary, but you should use it when you need it.

“You’ve never denied order until now. You’re not barbaric!”

Of course not. I’m civilized. Barbarism is just a term they use to call me arbitrarily.

…More importantly, how much have you seen?

“I read your memories! From when you were young, growing up among very ordinary people. Even what you experienced while traveling.”

Reading my memories without permission? I want to criticize, but when I think about it, it’s what I used to do. Criticizing would be like spitting in my own face.

…Ptooey.

“It was a unique experience from the perspective of an ordinary person! Unlike you, I’ve never looked at each individual so carefully!”

I suppose so. As the king of many humans, you can’t pay attention to each individual.

“Compared to that, your view is lower but deeper, so I could feel it better!”

You indirectly experienced my experience. As if you were reading a scroll.

‘Nuna’ recited in a clear voice, as if reading a scroll at Nevada’s bedside.

“The country you were born in. The country called Gunguk had many people. They wove a delicate net to bind everyone and treated them harshly. Everyone lived in fear and obedience to an invisible order. Within that, you could have broken the very pillars holding the net, but you didn’t.”

It wasn’t a country I liked, but the tool was very delicate and systematic. It was too precious to break recklessly.

So, I entrusted it to someone who could use it better. Aby would struggle and suffer with every choice, but she would use it much better than Saint Yuel. Yuel, who had lost something precious, had no joy, but Aby, who gained something precious, would find joy in everything.

“Yeolguk is the country of the displaced people who lost their nation. The order ruled by the golden demon god wandered like a beast in the desert. Because of the golden order that created everything, no other order could be established. You broke the golden beast. To establish another order.”

The golden demon god of the Golden Mirror is not creation. It’s destruction. His perfect creation does not fit with any human. It must be set aside for a while to create a human order, not a golden one.

But that too is a tool. If wielded well, it can create what humans need, not gold. If Peru, who shatters everything, balances it, it will be perfect.

“In the Principality, you returned the heart to the heartless lord and ended it. The most irresponsible! Making the heart flutter like that.”

Be quiet. It’s just the beginning there. Tyr, who had no heart, was a god. Something emotionless and unchanging, closer to a phenomenon or law.

The Elders under him, the Ein under them, and even the Yailing below them. They were in a state of subjugation, unable to dream of even a speck of rebellion.

I like Tyr, but an order that cannot be rebelled against is meaningless. If the world changes and humans change, the order must also change. Tyr wanted to escape that ennui, so it’s a win-win.

“The order you touched did not collapse. It just changed. More humanly.”

Having recited all the past, ‘Nuna’ considered me.

“In the end, saying that order is also a tool means. It’s not the order’s fault, but the fault of the person who wielded it and hurt others. You entrusted the order to human hands.”

I didn’t particularly defend the order. Still, if there is a useless order, I have no hesitation in breaking it.

“What you hated was not the order.”

But. If one wields the order, claiming to follow something beyond their will. If they say that all the desires and aspirations they spread in the world were something the order forced upon them.

“Knowing they would be hated. Shifting all the responsibility, guilt, pain, groans, criticism, and anger onto the order, which is merely a tool.”

I just want to see what happens when that lie is exposed and the order is broken.

“Despising humans who hold order.”

Hating the wicked, liking the good. It’s not about that. Both evil and good are just parts of humans.

But, if you want to pursue justice and avoid sin. Just do it as it is.

Saying you had no choice after committing it. Saying you were just swept along by others. Saying you just responded to faith and followed orders.

While being part of the world yourself. It’s strange for humans to dismiss the world as bad.

If the world is bad, then humans are bad too.

“You are strict and cold, brother. You’re telling me not to run away and keep fighting.”

Did I tell you to fight the world? I meant to fight your own heart and compromise appropriately. The only truth in the world is the demon. My heart, and the order created by humans, can be wrong at any time.

“Yes. Thank you. Now I understand enough!”

I think I’ve answered enough. Can I ask you something this time?

“Of course!”

Why did ‘sister’ make that promise?

“Promise? What promise?”

The promise to abandon all power and become ordinary. The one made with the first saint.

“Ah!”

Do you remember? After making the promise, ‘sister’ died, and only the promise remained.

But the five kings divided that power and the right to represent, so there was no reason for a human king to exist in this world. After a long time, the kings were expelled from all countries, losing their representation. I was born into this world with only the right to represent humans, without any power.

I regained my form in my mind and spoke.

“So, it was ‘sister’ who made me like this.”

She made me live in this world, having lost my power, with only mind-reading.

It wasn’t the first saint who made me lose my power. The first saint might have known that I would come someday, but she wouldn’t have wanted me to end up like this.

It was ‘Nuna’ who made me this way. Even the first saint couldn’t stop that desire. She only succeeded in delaying it.

“Yes, that’s right!”

‘Nuna’ admitted cheerfully. When I asked why in my heart, Nuna spoke as if she was a bit troubled.

“I needed a standard too!”

“A standard?”

“Yes! To me, all humans are the same. They are the same humans.”

It doesn’t mean she can’t distinguish humans. Inside ‘Nuna’, the king of humans, humans are like cells. Even if they have slightly different roles, they are all precious parts of her, but losing one or two doesn’t really matter.

“But now humans fight among themselves. Not against harsh storms or wild beasts, but against other humans.”

“Now the earth is the domain of humans.”

“And when they fight, they come to me. They ask me to stop the fights.”

But the problem is that ‘Nuna’s cells are fighting each other. In that situation, whose side can Nuna take?

“I don’t know whose side to take. Both are the same humans. But they want me to take sides. They say that’s what a king should do. They all stop fighting and wait for it.”

If it weren’t for the powerful existence of ‘Nuna’, they would fight each other, and the winner would hold a festival with the loser’s corpse.

But as long as ‘Nuna’ exists, they can’t do that. No matter how strong they are, they know there is an absolute being. ‘Nuna’ is merciful but a beast. If she bares her teeth, she will naturally punish. Everyone has no choice but to obey and watch her.

The greatest strength of humans is to observe and learn.

Humans have learned the existence of an absolute being, the king of humans. Therefore, no one can return to barbarism.

“I am special, so I can’t like or dislike any human like you do. So no matter how much they want that from me, I can’t do it. I don’t have the standard that you have.”

When I returned from defeating the monster at the border and came back to the ‘country’, the numerous requests Nuna faced were like that.

They fought, quarreled, robbed, and killed. Humans who were harmed by other humans appealed to Nuna. As many grievances and accusations as there were humans came to Nuna.

You can do anything, but you can do nothing. Just as you understood the monsters that harm people on the outskirts.

Like an omnipotent god in the Bible. Perfect, omnipotent, and loving all humans, but precisely because of that, only a bystander.

“But, most humans want it.”

But. The world wants you to intervene. Almost all humans belonging to the ‘nation’ believed and followed you, and the ‘nation’ that faced the autumn of humanity had an enormous number of humans living in it.

More than half of all humanity.

The king of humans represents humans. Most of humanity wants it. You, who are the will of humanity itself, move the will of humanity.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? In that cycle, you found one answer.

“If there is no standard, then make one!”

“What?”

“You, weak and insignificant, are the standard I created!”