The Hero Disciple Is Back - Chapter 115



114. There are things you can only know when you stand on the border between life and death.

Am I dead?

Is he dead?

It doesn’t work… .

But seeing as how that terrible pain wasn’t felt, it was hard to imagine any other possibility.

… Yeah, he’s dead.

But I did what I had to do as an adult.

That’s a relief.

Fortunately… .

ha….

Isn’t that how it was originally?

If I can just achieve this, then the rest doesn’t matter. At important moments, I just think that way… . I was definitely sincere at that moment… . But after that moment passes… .

My mind changes.

I think it’s really mean, but… What can I do? Humans are animals that live in the moment. In that moment, they are truly sincere enough to give everything, but when that moment passes, they have different feelings. It’s a truly inevitable instinct as a human being who lives in the moment. What can’t be helped, can’t be helped.

Isn’t it something that happens only in a day or two that humans are shameless?

‘… But thinking like this won’t make any difference… .’

Everything has already passed.

No matter how I look at it, it seems like I’m dead.

The dead cannot speak.

Therefore, no matter how much regret, resentment, or longing there is, once you are dead, it is over. Yes, it is over.

It’s unfortunate and unfair, but… .

“Hmm~ Hmm~”

… It can’t be helped.

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I’m already dead… .

“Ahh~ I can’t eat any more.”

… … .

For some reason, I feel like I’m hearing a voice that I miss so much… No, it’s definitely a good thing that I’m able to hear that voice again… It’s definitely a good thing… It’s definitely a good thing…

“Ahhh~~ Mmmnya~ Mmmnyaumnya~”

“It’s noisy.”

Taaak!

“Ugh~!”

dump!

In the end, I got angry at the moment and ended up hitting him hard.

“… How come you don’t change even after you die?”

I couldn’t help but shake my head from side to side.

Because being reunited with a close friend who had not changed at all and was still the same wasn’t as pleasant as I had thought.

“… If it didn’t change even before I died, wouldn’t it be stranger if it changed after I died…?”

I was sure that he was a close friend of mine who had a silly face but was strangely logical.

“… How have you been, Stella?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? If something happens, it’s more likely to be the living than the dead.”

It was the wandering saint Stella who responded with a still tired voice.

I don’t know what the hell is going on….

First of all, I looked at him with a smile.

Because it was a reunion with a dear friend. The guy who had suddenly appeared and suddenly left had suddenly appeared again like this.

♤♤♤

“So this is the afterlife?”

After a brief reunion, I quickly returned to the main topic. I couldn’t enjoy my time because I had so many questions.

“It’s similar… and it’s not…”

“What does that mean?”

“If I had to say… the borderline… .”

“boundary?”

“The borderline of life and death… If I take one more step, I’ll be in the world of the dead, and if I take one more step back… I’ll be able to return to my original world… Something like that?”

What exactly does that feeling mean?

But I could read the gist of what he was trying to say.

“I see. So I’m not completely dead yet. Strictly speaking, I’m in a precarious situation right before I die.”

“accuracy….”

“Then how can you be here? Normally, you, a perfect dead person, shouldn’t be here even on this borderline?”

“That’s also accurate….”

The reunion was happy, but… . Realizing reality was important. More than anything, if there was a possibility that I could return to my original world, I had to work on my brain even harder. When I defeated the tyrant, I thought that as long as I could defeat the tyrant, I didn’t care what happened beyond that… . It’s probably an inevitable human instinct to want to enjoy every chance and bonus that I can.

And it was no different for me.

“If I had to say, I’m an errand boy… .”

“There is someone who can run errands for you?”

To a saint?

“…huh.”

“Who exactly?”

“Creator God… .”

“Creator God?”

“The true creator… .”

What do you mean?

If you are talking about the creator gods, are you talking about the ‘creator gods’ who created the world?

But there’s no way that Stella, the patient with the ghost, would have said something useless. So, surely…

“You’re saying that the myths of the creator gods we know are wrong?”

“accuracy….”

Was that the correct answer?

It is said that the world was created by the ‘creation gods’ joining forces… But if you listen to what the Wandering Saintess says, it seems like that wasn’t true.

“A perfect being… must prove its perfection.”

Stella said that in a serious voice. The moment I heard it, I understood.

“The gods were killed by the Demon King.”

“Perfection cannot be proven… .”

“So does that mean that those gods were fake or intermediate beings who could not reach the level of perfect gods? And that includes even the god of wanderings… .”

“Correct answer… .”

My head is spinning. In the end, it turns out that this world has been filled with lies since its myths.

I could see why the gods were killed by the demon king they had created. The gods were not perfect, and that was why they were killed by the demon king. In the end, the reason this damn world became a mess 5 minutes later was all because of the imperfect gods.

“I thought something was strange ever since I saw the God of Wandering….”

It was a thought that came to me when I saw the God of Wandering in person. I have never seen a god exactly, so I cannot define anything… . Although a god must be a perfect being, I did not feel that way when I saw the God of Wandering. It was not only the God of Wandering. Just looking at the existence of the gods who were absurdly destroyed by the Demon King they created, it would not have been strange if the seeds of doubt had sprouted.

“If that’s true, then doesn’t that mean there’s a real creator god? If that’s true, then why is the real creator god just watching the world turn into a mess five minutes later?”

Even if the gods weren’t real and were defeated by the Demon King and disappeared in vain… If there is a real creator god, shouldn’t that author take care of it?

When I told her such obvious common sense, Stella made a sleepy face and… .

“There are quite a few in the human world… unfilial children who take all of their parents’ property and eat it up…”

“no way….”

“The true creator god… was perfect. Alone and lonely… . Omnipotent… Alone in this world… Just existing alone like that… That’s why I thought… If there were more beings like me… Maybe it could be solved…”

“… … .”

Omnipotent

Everyone has dreamed of this… . It’s the realm of dreams. However, dreams are just dreams, so there are times when you’re happy. There are dreams that you must achieve, but on the other hand, there are dreams that you absolutely must not achieve. Omniscience is exactly that realm. Because obtaining it is not luck, but a curse.

Since you are omniscient, you cannot help but know things you don’t want to know.

Because he is omnipotent, he has no choice but to do things he doesn’t want to do.

Because He is omnipotent, it seems like He can do anything, but conversely, because He can do anything, He cannot neglect, indifferently, or turn a blind eye.

It would have been impossible not to think about the true creator god who had endured such a curse of omnipotence all alone.

He said that if there was someone similar to him, he might be able to escape the curse of loneliness, even just a little.

“Those who were born that way were mediocre gods…. Did they commit unfilial acts…?”

Stella nodded.

“So you forcibly took away the power of the Creator.”

In order for the true creator god to escape from loneliness, the mediocre gods created them in order to take away the power of the true creator god and thus escape from mediocrity and become real.

… and the result… as you can see, it was a miserable failure.

“Then where is the true creator god? If you asked for a favor, then that means those gods didn’t destroy the true creator god?”

“… If I had to say… . I couldn’t. If the real thing disappears, there’s a possibility that everything will disappear as well… .”

“I see. If the true creator god disappears, the power taken from him may also disappear.”

“There has never been a time when a true creator god disappeared from the world… so we have no choice but to be careful….”

“That’s not a very pleasant story. So where is the real Creator God?”

“here.”

“what?”

“Here.”

Stella pointed down with her finger, then quickly spread her arms.

As if it meant this entire place… .

no way….

“The boundary of life and death, this entire world is the true Creator God?”

“Even if he was stripped of his power and only an empty shell remained, he was still the true creator… If he wanted to use him, he could have used him as much as he wanted.”

Oh my… This is just a disgusting story.

Not only did they betray their parents and take away all their power, but they also thoroughly exploited their remaining bodies. The so-called creator gods that humans prayed to were truly disgusting beings.