Gods and Men
***
The oppressor Lord Hekto’s lieutenant, Deca, did not follow the gold. During the chase, the scattered subordinates of the oppressors stretched out like dry water stations, and Decca, who was always reluctant to follow them, had to deal with them.
Of course, even in the midst of that, Decca was complaining.
“Damn, damn… ! What have we done for the nations until now!”
Sanghoe and Hoeju share their destiny.
In the countries where the shadow of the golden mirror is cast, Sanghoe cannot simply be good at technology in order to have a greater competitiveness than other alchemists. No matter how excellent the technology is, there is a limit to the influence that one craftsman can have on the world.
That’s why we need Hoeju. There must be a chosen alchemist who can create even non-existent values to become a power that encompasses all nations.
“Damn Hector, what if you die like that? Throwing away all those who sympathized with your ideals and followed you?”
Those who process the stored food. Those who transport processed food. The total number of members scattered across the cornfields and cities was five hundred. It doesn’t seem like a large number, but groups of more than five hundred are rare in a country where individual ties are thin. Considering that they all had vehicles the size of houses, the well-organized store was like a moving city.
In the past, seeing this majestic scene made my heart swell… Thinking it would soon disappear, Decca couldn’t help but laugh.
Deca opened his eyes and bit his finger. His blood oozes from under the crushed skin.
“No. I can’t be scattered like this. If you divide up all of Hekto’s property, the company will lose the one remaining pivot point! Damn, but I have to go to some club….”
The self-talk that no one will listen to falls with drops of blood. If there is no miracle, Decca’s lamentation will only end in lamentation.
“-I heard what you meant.”
And, like a miracle.
Someone appeared in front of Decca.
She was a woman wearing a deeply pressed robe. No part of her face was exposed except for her slim jawline. She must have looked like a trained qigong fighter, judging from her bandaged fists that could only be seen peeking through her sleeves.
I don’t know when the hell I came to his side. Deca tried to get annoyed, but… In her most difficult period, she shut her mouth and focused on her, feeling her suddenly come like her destiny.
“Order is always necessary. The values everyone believes in must be maintained even for the sake of faith. Drum Sanghoi, the oppressive society, is the table of the nations, and it must continue to exist so that the nations do not starve.”
That was right. Decca strongly sympathized. Why in the world do you only know how to commit something, but don’t try to prepare for what will happen after it? If the Drum Company disappears immediately, half of the wild beasts in the world might die of starvation.
“You are part of the system that makes up the nations. Although the country was once distorted by the devil, who would deny the credit for establishing its own order in the midst of it? Did you contribute?”
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My heart is cool. It’s like scratching an itchy spot and dumping that dark grime somewhere. Feeling indescribable, Decca only nodded vigorously.
Deca contributed. Countries have been enriched by the contributions of drum dealerships, including him.
Deca tried hard. It was a routine for him to work through the night, and one day he even risked his life.
Deca was faithful. He was always sincere in his work and caught Hector’s eye, eventually rising to the position of his lieutenant.
Then, shouldn’t there be a fair price? That would be the way of the world.
“… All, you.”
“The one who knows you, the one who acknowledges you, and the one who will repay you.”
Fer El took off her hood and showed her face. A glowing halo over her gray hair subtly revealed her true identity.
“Ah! At las!”
… Of course, what Deca really wanted was not order and discipline. Grandiose things like the peace and prosperity of the nations were the result of working under Hector, not his goal.
He was a common small person. He is an ordinary coward who relies on greater authority, has a sense of unity, and feels pleasure wielding it as if it were his own. If he had been under someone else other than Hector, he would have done enough harm.
However, now he has been called by the saintess. Decca was a true patriot who served the nations.
“This servant will find the treatment you deserve.”
“Ah, ah….”
There is no heaven or hell in this world. Only tombs honoring the dead remain alone.
However, God deceives those who die like that.
Humans are not beasts, they live for a better purpose. Currently, it is only a foundation, and there are lofty ideals left to build on it. Even if he dies, if he can contribute to it, he will be happy in heaven.
That’s not what Decca really wants, but what does it matter? Human faith is such a shallow thing.
The steel saintess, Ferel, gave a solemn order to her followers.
“Leave this maid to Claudia. That is your mission.”
“… Yes I will serve you!”
He was still a small man. Wanting to lean on greater authority.
Deca decided to devote herself to her, her fer el knelt in front of her. He feels a heightened sense of exhilaration.
***
At the words of the regressor that he would kill the god, Ureahoeju was at a loss for words.
‘Are you going to kill the Thunder God? Claudia’s long-cherished wish will be fulfilled by an unknown wanderer?’
If that were easier said than done, Claudia wouldn’t have shut herself up in her house and shuddered in terror whenever the cumulonimbuses struck. The regressor’s words of killing the brain god were too absurd to believe, but the problem was that they were too sweet to dismiss as nonsense.
‘Above all, from that boy… I feel a strange certainty. Being so confident means you have your own means, right? There’s nothing wrong with accepting it.’
But I wonder if it’s too easy to believe that he’s the ruler of a city. Well, if you’re a regressor, that might be the case.
Wu Rae-ju said after moxibustion.
“… Is that the truth or is it a bluff? You will know everything when you get to Claudia.”
Woore Huiju muttered, turning his body around and walking out of his cabin. Before, whenever he walked, it seemed like thunder rumbled.
You don’t have to fight anymore, right? Perhaps because of the power of Thunderstorm, emotions are directly expressed in actions. There’s no point in writing mind reading.
“I will take you to Claudia for now. As a guest of honor, I mean.”
Wu Rehoeju invited us with a more polite attitude.
As with all three big cities, Claudia has people who want to live there added like flab. Before reaching Claudia, the golden ship passed dozens of shanty towns. Those who couldn’t even become wildcats, who couldn’t live without relying on the city, were living their lives by setting up a simple camp around the mountain.
However, that place is not Claudia.
The borders of Claudia are more clearly defined than national borders. Specifically, in the form of a 2m high electrified barbed wire.
Outside the barbed wire is Claudia. The true Claudia comes from inside the fence.
Standing in front of the fence, Lord Thunder reached out his hand. An intangible energy stretched out and pulled at the steel gate. A crackling sound was heard and the 2m high steel door burst open.
Wu Rehoeju confidently walked ahead and said.
“Welcome. This is Cloud Village, Claudia.”
Claudia’s first impression was blurry. There was no particular reason, just because the fog was thick. However, after making some progress through her fog, the sight of her wide-eyed appeared.
The tall iron building greeted us first. At least, a tall building that looked over 30 stories was standing tall and looking down at us. The width decreases as you get higher, and when you reach the rooftop, iron branches are stretching out in all directions. It looked like a huge tree made of steel.
Under the steel twigs stretching in all directions, smaller but tall enough buildings are densely packed. As if sheltering from the rain in the shade of a tree.
Uraehoeju saw it and explained it.
“It’s a lightning tower. It is a steel structure created to avoid the wrath of the Thunder God. If the weather gets dark and lightning suddenly strikes, don’t panic and hide in the shadow of the lightning tower…. Ah.”
While explaining, Uraehoeju covered his mouth and continued.
“For you guys, getting hit by lightning shouldn’t be a problem. I said something wrong.”
“Isn’t it? Please let me know as soon as you have it because it is absolutely necessary.”
“Bung! Bruise!”
The king of the two beasts barked desperately. The regressor asked in a puzzled way at Aji and I’s attitude, which seemed to be subtly frightened.
“You usually act without fear, but why are you like this now?”
“Why are you like this? It is natural to be afraid of lightning. If you get hit suddenly, it could go to the goal.”
“Dump!”
Aji barked in response.
A thunderbolt that gives fear with a sudden roar and light, and sometimes even presents death. To animals, lightning is the most common and closest natural disaster. These days, I have the know-how, so I don’t get treated well, but I can’t help the fear engraved in the bell.
If you are a human, you can read ahead and avoid it, or buy the other person’s favor to promote safety. However, thunderbolts are as capricious and powerful as humans. If you get hit directly, you die, and even if you barely survive, terrible pain awaits.
I wonder if it became the object of faith in the first place.
Uraehoeju answered as if he understood.
“Originally, it is. In particular, the beastmen tend to hate Claudia even more. Because….”
The regressor answered like an enthusiastic student.
“Does your fur get wet with fog or get excited by lightning?”
“Right. How did you know? It’s hard to get to know other people.”
Woorehoeju was surprised by the returnee’s answer.
“Well, I thought so.”
‘It’s something I heard in the last episode.’
He boasts of his knowledge of previous rounds again. I want to pretend I understand, but is that okay? After all, isn’t every such trivial act an act of revealing that you are a regressor?
Oh, I don’t know. But you can’t give advice like ‘Hey, if you mention too much knowledge from the previous episode, you get suspicious?’ Let it be
The number of people living under the lightning tower would easily exceed a thousand. There are not one or two such lightning towers. Against the background of the distant cloud waterfall, I could see more than ten lightning towers.
The majesty of the nation’s largest city was enormous. Woorehoeju continued the explanation.
“The outskirts where the fog is less likely to reach are mostly residential areas. Inside, close to the waterfall, is the production area. 70% Of the wildcats that roam the countries were born and raised in Claudia. There was a little commotion because of the news that the golden mirror was coming, but… Thankfully, the city was saved thanks to your intervention. Jannok, no, golden hoeju.”
Peru, whose name was suddenly called, responded belatedly.
“… Yes.”
“Look carefully. Although it operates independently, it is still part of the nations. The fate of this city depends on the choices you make.”
Peru’s complexion, which was originally bad, became darker. Feeling the pressure, Peru answered helplessly.
“… To request that, Lord Thunder.”
“No. You have to.”
“… I don’t have enough experience to take on a major role. That’s what the excellent Thunderstorm Lord does.”
“Golden Kyungdo was too inexperienced to be entrusted with the heavy responsibility of being the king of a country. But he was a king of nations, no, a godlike ruler. That’s because of the power of the golden mirror.”
With an attitude that doesn’t know if it’s burdening or encouraging, Urehoeju said sharply.
“I am obviously an outstanding human being. Compared to me, you are inferior to me.”
“… So.”
“Still, it is you, Jannokhoeju, who have been recognized by the Hwanggeumgyeong. You, who have unrivaled destructive power in the nations, have obtained that species, so you can create or destroy nations as you please. No matter how good I am, I am still a ‘human’. Taking charge of a city and serving God is all I can do.”
He didn’t know if he was boasting or humiliating himself. What is certain is that Uraehoeju clearly distinguished his position.
A thunderstorm Elkid who is surrounded by the power of thunder and can wield almost infinite power only with Claudia. However, it is the power of ‘human’ to the end. No matter how much she despises the Golden Sutra, apart from that, she acknowledges the Golden Sutra for creating a huge system called the Nations.
… From my point of view, Thunderstorm and Peru, who wield godlike power, seem to be there, but anyway.
“The Golden Sutra was a terrible god. I will help you, so become a god worth supporting.”
So, this was the maximum support that Woorehoeju could give.
‘… It’s god I don’t have the ability to do that.’
The person concerned was on the verge of dying because of the burden.
So we headed for the deepest lightning tower.
