I Became the Wrong Race

84 – Predation on Kin (5)

There is no god in this world of Darker.

At least it doesn’t exist in this world right now.

From the moment I first found out about it, I thought it was unique.

Wasn’t it natural for the existence of priests and gods to come to mind when thinking of fantasy?

However, there were no gods in Grimdark, and the miracles of healing, which were mainly performed by priests, were centered around magic and the creation of magical items.

It was such a basic level of magic that there were no separate schools of thought.

Since it’s not a warrior profession that uses magic power to strengthen its body and skills, anyone can use it.

So, there was no need to think about the existence of God or priests while playing the game.

There was already something else that took its place.

They were called transcendents.

Although they are all called transcendents, they are not friendly enough to be grouped together.

In fact, it was the opposite. There were some people who were at odds, and most of them just looked at each other.

Above all, the numbers themselves were not accurately counted.

There were often five famous transcendental figures in the world. However, the five were not all of the transcendental.

No one knows everything exactly.

Besides, is that all? The list of five people tended to change depending on the region.

Although it mainly contains ‘star’, the remaining four are all different.

People did not know exactly how many transcendents there were and what kind of things existed.

The reason was also obvious.

The definition of transcendent people is that they are transcendent beings that do not exist in this world and originate from outer space.

So to speak, it can be said to be foreign news.

Those foreign media outlets all have different expectations, and the reasons for selecting contractors and signing contracts are also different.

In addition, there were many cases where the contractor did not know that he was a contractor.

In addition to revealing their identity publicly, it was later revealed that they were either ‘stars’ or transcendents who could communicate with humans to some extent.

I guessed that this ‘starving beast’ and ‘mother’ was also a transcendent being.

The ‘father’, who is presumed to be the source of power to the mourner, was presumed to be a transcendent person.

“Transcendant.”

Isla repeats what I say. She was glued to me with her usual expressionless expression

She wraps her tail around her arm, rests her chin on my shoulder, and closes her eyes.

Although not as tall as her older sister, Isla is rather tall for a medieval woman. She was someone who could rest her chin on my shoulder as long as she had something to prop her feet on.

Because of her her proximity her her her her, Isla’s unique scent her tickled her her nose her her her.

“Transcendent… There is a possibility.”

Melody was looking at Isla and me with her bitter eyes.

I don’t know what’s sour.

“They say there are at least a few hundred transcendental people in the world that people don’t know about.”

What Melody said next was true.

Worst of all, even that empire has no way to properly sanction impersonators of contractors, so it neglects them.

And if she thinks about it a little, she realizes that she has no choice but to do so.

Even the medieval people of Grimdark knew well that the universe outside this world was vast.

Because it was approved by none other than the most famous transcendental person, the star.

No one thought that the stars were lying, so it was accepted as common sense that countless transcendental beings existed in the vast universe.

To put it bluntly, it meant that it wouldn’t be strange if someone suddenly said that he was chosen by a space battleship wandering around the universe and became its captain, or that he made a deal with cosmic death and became a contractor.＜ Br﹥

Even if he said he was a contractor serving a new kind of transcendent being, there was no way to verify it.

Even if it was said that there was a contract with a well-known transcendental person, there was no way to verify it, so it was natural.

What if the contractor, who gets angry after being questioned for not using his power his, uses his power his?

It is truly a catastrophe. The empire has already suffered from such contractors like the measles.

And after suffering from a major illness, you develop immunity.

It has been a long time since the empire began to neglect transcendentalists and contractors.

It’s not that he gained omnipotent power, but it was closer to not considering the fact that he was a contractor when judging a person.

In some cases, contractors sat in the positions of magistrates who enforced the law, and there were contractors in all kinds of public offices as well as mercenaries.

In the world of Darker, where the logic of power comes first, the existence of a contractor who can easily obtain strong power was something that could not be ignored.

Therefore, it was not strange to say that the being called ‘mother’ was a transcendent being.

Even if his method was slightly different from that of the transcendent, there was no problem in considering him as a transcendent.

Because the Transcendent already occupied a similar position to God in Grim Darker.

What is different? Is it that, unlike God, who is an object of worship and faith, he is an object of trade and reverence?

“Trade and reverence don’t usually go together.”

That’s what I said, but Melody didn’t deny what I said.

These people are revered for their might, but at the same time they are objects of trade.

From that perspective, ‘mother’ seemed to be a transcendent person.

Is the price of murder and predation of a person? As I was thinking about it, Isla said.

“The Frost Stalker has been serving ‘starving beasts’ for a long time.”

It was her words that started out of nowhere, but Melody and I both looked at her and listened.

“After hunting, we had to leave some as an offering to him, and we had to eat the remaining offering ourselves afterwards.”

“Predation, killing. To some extent, this feels right. Do you know since when it started like that?”

In response to Melody’s question, Isla remained quiet with her eyes wide open.

“… Isla?”

“I think it was like that from the beginning.”

Were you thinking about it? Melody had a troubled expression, perhaps because she was still unfamiliar with Isla, whose expression changed little.

“What do you think?”

Melody asked me. Did he instinctively guess that I knew something more?

Maybe I was just asking for intent, but the timing was good.

I recalled what I heard from Ortemilia.

“Orthemilia. Therefore… “He is an alchemist.”

“… “Alchemist?”

I guess we know each other. When I saw Melody frowning, I nodded my head in the affirmative.

“What is that drug dealer-“

“That happened. Now you’re potentially a colleague. “Potentially.”

“… I hope you move wisely. Llewelyn.”

“Thank you for your concern. Anyway.”

I recalled the story Ortemilia told.

“There is a lack of frost stalkers among the three clans… So, she said she decided to accept Isla’s tribe as her clan.”

“Three clans?”

“Yes, I said I accepted it because it was my father’s product, with his involvement in the creation process.”

It was a story that made not only Melody but even Isla tilt her head. It had to be that way.

Melody said, looking serious as if Isla had also forgotten.

“But if you read what’s written here or listen to Isla’s story, the tribe…”

“‘Mother’ created it.”

Melody’s hand traced the parchment she had copied herself.

There was a certain oral legend written there.

The story is about how brothers who went out hunting to save their tribe ended up eating one of them in a blizzard, and with the grace of a hungry beast, they became better hunters and were able to save their tribe.

There was something unusual.

The two testimonies were at odds with each other.

It was made by the ‘mother’, but the three clans claimed that it was a product of the ‘father’.

I remembered a phrase I once saw.

A short phrase written in the flavor text.

Did you say that the Father exists alone, or did you say that he alone created everything?

This was the phrase written on the ring that made Lorian a woman.

When I thought of that phrase, several hypotheses came to mind.

The hypothesis that father and mother are actually the same being, but exist with different essences.

Or, just as the three clans accepted the Frost Stalker tribe, the mother’s power was derived from the father.

And the last hypothesis, unlike the previous two hypotheses, was a hypothesis that relied on personal experience and feelings.

It was far from logical reasoning, and was closer to a personal feeling.

I clenched my fist and felt the power forming a coil within it.

Naming is mortal.

This was a skill created from experiences gained through life and death.

It was a technique to intuitively feel the connection between spirit and body and destroy it by touching it.

The closer my death is, and the closer the other person’s death, the more powerful I become.

But now, when I got to this situation, that’s what I thought.

Is this really a skill I acquired through my father’s influence?

Is this the realm of’the transcendent’who creates life and reveals his presence through the overflowing vitality of mourners?

What comes to mind like biting tails is the subjugation that took place the day before.

The experience of my madness revealing itself in a crisis, and the experience of barely being able to find myself again through that madness.

Is it really all my father’s influence?

“Llewelyn?”

While even the changed armor says otherwise?

“What’s wrong? Suddenly I clenched my fist…”

I was sure.

My father’s strength came from my mother.

My father was the first contractor to somehow obtain that power.

*

It was a snowy field at night.

It was a campsite with an eerie twilight, where the darkness did not go away even under the falling stars and thrived.

There were definitely lanterns everywhere.

The fire made with high-quality oil lasted a long time, and even the bonfire was warm and warm.

Strangely enough, the campsite had a dark and gloomy atmosphere.

The presence of only one person made it that way. One man felt like he was drowning as he got closer and closer to that presence.

Should I say it feels like slowly walking into a deep, dark winter sea?

He walked while taking deep breaths to prevent his lungs from being crushed by the water.

I didn’t take a single breath until I entered the biggest tent.

I’ll have to use up all the breath I’ve accumulated so far inside this tent.

As I opened her entrance and entered her, I saw a woman beyond her flickering lamp her.

She was a completely naked woman.

But she didn’t think it was lewd.

She had a voluptuous body, a small waist, clear skin without any blemishes, and even had long, well-stretched legs due to her tall height for a woman.

Her man she had no lust. She just silently held her breath and lowered her head.

Then the woman turned behind her.

A woman holding a knife in one hand and something like a stake in her other hand.

She laughed, shaking her high ponytails. Her whole body was stained with blood and she smiled red.

“Did you find it?”

Plain and dry tone. Blue-gray eyes on a beautiful face.

The man lowered his head deeply to avoid meeting her eyes, and saw her former compatriot lying dead on the floor.

A corpse with a face distorted from the pain of being skinned alive.

The body had no limbs.

But it was obvious where the limbs had gone. The man reported to the woman, stained with her blood, with a crunching sound ringing in his ears her her her her.

“I found it.”

The woman’s red smile spreads. The man barely exhaled the breath he had swallowed.