Chapter 10 – Godfather of Stars, Star Creation

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Translated by Heavenly Cat

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A star that had fallen once could never rise back to the sky.

No matter how brilliantly shining a star might be, it could not guard the sky dyed black all alone.

The sense of duty that they had to illuminate the sunless world in its stead made the stars abandon their divine seats in heaven on their own.

This was the truth behind the meteor shower.

In a heavily defeated battle, the gods and angels fled, seeking to preserve even just their own forces.

Even though they possessed transcendent abilities and had achieved great feats, they feared being left alone in the darkness.

Looking at the countless falling shooting stars like that, people could recognize the defeat of heaven.

Shooting a star into the sky held exactly that tremendous of a meaning. It was akin to throwing down a gauntlet against the sky where even gods fled and only the Black Sun reigned.

Now, I faced against the sun that turned a blind eye to the suffering of all creation in order to be reborn as the sole celestial body.

I was certain that a difficult and painful journey awaited.

However, I saw the frail tail of light drawn following the shot star cutting across the sky, and the expressions of the people kneeling in awe upon seeing it.

The desperation wishing only for light to dwell in the sky reached me as a taste.

Salty… and bitter.

Wishes and desperation were a salty taste that provoked a subtle thirst.

I withdrew my gaze from the star flying with all its might across the night sky and looked down at the world again. Although I somehow ended up falling into the world inside a game and suffering, since I knew who I was, the thought of backing down did not even cross my mind.

The solely unique player capable of facing the Black Sun over the fate of this world.

A gamer who loves happy endings where as many people as possible end up smiling.

And the last god who will fill the starless night sky with stars once again.

[Godfather of Stars, Star Creation]

The moment I awakened my Divine Name, my physical body flared up just like that and melted away.

What took place instead of human flesh and bones was a universe drawn with faint borderlines. That very universe where stars twinkled.

Even while appearing pitch-black, every time the starlights inside my flesh flashed, my whole body turned blue. Only the robe I was wearing over it fluttered while maintaining its shape.

[Now, do everything you can do.]

The echo in my head that had been guiding me left these words behind and disappeared forever.

Whether it was a tutorial message inside the game, or an arrangement left by a senior god who had worried for me, I did not know.

However, it was just as the echo in my head said.

I must do everything I can do.

To rescue the surviving people from the harsh fate forced upon them!

-Punishment miracle, Sound of a Thousand Thunders

There was no longer a need to wave my hands to draw patterns.

The moment I wished, the starlights inside my body began to revolve drawing their respective orbits.

As the traces left by revolving like that connected into one, a picture of lightning stacked in layers was completed.

While the enemies faltered seeing the rising star, I captured the manifested miracle in my arm and swung it.

“Avoid the metals!”

It was the moment I instructed the survivors just in case.

The electric strike that had been flowing down my arm tore through the atmosphere in a zigzag like a hissing snake and dashed forward.

If seen only with the eyes, it would have looked like the commonly known magic called Chain Lightning.

However, it was not called a miracle for nothing.

The reason I chose the Sound of a Thousand Thunders out of countless miracles was nothing else.

=It is strong, but slow.=

The human-centipede-shaped demon mocked me and retreated behind the Corpse Demon hordes. He must have thought it would be fine if he pushed the Corpse Demons forward as shields like he had been doing until now.

It was a foolish act. A miracle was a miracle.

And it was a punishment miracle purely to annihilate the enemy at that.

Finally, the moment the electric strike touched a Corpse Demon, the power contained in the miracle simply pierced straight through the Corpse Demon’s rotting body just like that.

It was exactly at this time that I clamped my hand shut.

-BOOM!!!!!

What remained at the end of the electric strike causing an explosion were entirely charred black marks.

Not to mention the Corpse Demons that had huddled together to become shields, the human-centipede demon that was mocking me disappeared along with them.

It was a physical force on the level of blowing away dozens of meters around the epicenter entirely. There was not even a speck of a chance of survival just because they could withstand divine power.

Only then did the demons who had been acting confidently until now reveal signs of panic.

Particularly so for the demon made of a bug cloud.

=Nonsense, how? A god that makes stars?=

The moving bug cloud, Witlak.

The atrocious demon, hiding its main body among all sorts of flying bugs and moving around, began to surround the area.

It was an intention to take the people I wanted to protect as hostages.

However, the Sound of a Thousand Thunders was a miracle manifested with exactly the demon called Witlak in mind.

Whoosh.

I swung my arm once again and threw the electric strike.

Then, I saw the bug cloud scattering defensively in wariness.

It was laughable how it thought it could avoid lightning wielded by a god in that manner.

As I wished, the snake of the electric strike that had been fiercely piercing through enemies was torn into dozens of branches, into hundreds of branches, and ultimately divided into a thousand branches.

Like a tree taking root in packed dirt, enough to completely fill the gaps between the bug cloud.

=…Making stars, and possessing power this strong?=

I clamped my hand shut paying no mind to the voice mixed with grievance.

-BOOM!!!!!

The bugs that fell to being tools of demons crumbled in the explosion.

Amidst the bugs becoming finely crushed dust and scattering in the sky, I saw a single beetle scurrying away in a panic.

Naturally, I did not miss it.

From the time I noticed the beetle, the starlights inside my body had been continuously revolving and drawing a trace.

The pattern, completed after a brief moment, formed a distinct “][” shape.

-Punishment miracle, Crushing Death

A formless force acted uniformly from both sides.

Since it was a miracle manifested with the intent to kill, the demon did not even have the time to leave a dying will.

Witlak’s shabby main body was crushed by a pressure that would melt down whatever metal it might be, leaving not a trace behind. Instead, the souls it had eaten and consumed popped out and were seen scattering in all directions.

They were vengeful spirits wandering deeply entrenched in pain and hatred, having been eaten a long time ago and lost their memories.

It was the moment I was about to reach out my hand to grant them eternal rest.

[God who makes stars, Star Creation.]

The Black Sun’s dark purple halo fluttered, spitting out something into the world.

The curtain surrounding the sun was precarious as if it would be torn away unable to endure the fierce wind.

It was also the moment the Dark Light spewed by the Black Sun took form for the first time.

What it was trying to create, I could tell just by looking at its hazy outline.

[My children are shining sufficiently even without becoming something like stars.]

The figure of an emaciated woman dressed in mourning clothes with a black veil.

It was the Holy Mother of Stillborns.

However, just as she pierced through my limits, this time I could see her weakness.

Although she was summoned borrowing the power of the Black Sun, since the Black Sun was already setting, her main body could not be summoned completely. What was summoned was up to her right arm and around her collarbone.

Nevertheless, she was an opponent I could not defeat head-on.

I still lacked power. The opponent was a Great Demon that even devoured the divinity of life.

After eating the wandering vengeful spirits again with an inhalation, the Holy Mother of Stillborns raised her right hand with all her might.

[Leading the children so they do not have vain dreams is also a mother’s role.]

An overwhelming power was contained within the hand made only of hide and bone joints.

The moment she struck down, I expected the land to be split apart just like that.

Boom.

As the impact struck, I prepared for the earthquake that would soon hit.

However, what the Holy Mother of Stillborns struck down with her right arm was not something like the land at all.

What she, who had squeezed out through the Black Sun, grabbed with her right arm was not the ground where people stood.

[Stars shall never rise. The time you anticipate shall not come.]

…The boundary between heaven and earth.

She struck down and grabbed that boundary.

Screech, screeech.

A terrifying grating sound of scratching glass with fingernails echoed fiercely in the world.

It felt as if the already fragile world would shatter at any moment.

Spitting out blue ghost lights from within her sunken eye sockets, the Holy Mother of Stillborns let out a shout filled with hatred.

[The Black Sun does not set, as long as I hold onto the sky!]

It was time for the Black Sun, which had sharply risen, to set.

However, as the Holy Mother of Stillborns grabbed the boundary of the world with her right arm, the rule deviated once again.

While swaying precariously, the Black Sun stubbornly vomited out monsters from within the Dark Light while still hanging on the horizon.

Last Comet.

When playing it as a game, I thought it was a god-tier game that made my mouth water with its challenging difficulty, but experiencing it directly like this, it was a hopeless trash game.

Even so, I had no thoughts of giving up whatsoever.

The reason Last Comet was called a game even while receiving a ton of curses, was because it unfailingly gave clues to overcome the situation even amidst tremendous variables.

Even if the sky falls, there is a hole to soar through.

The moment I chewed over that universally accepted saying, the answer already came to mind. One simply had to look back at the classic game [Black & White] series, one of Last Comet’s motifs.

The game where the player became a god and exerted massive influence on the world.

The story of a god who moved a boulder the size of a house, lifted people by hand, and changed day and night.

I raised my head just like that.

It was to look at the night sky that had been dyed pitch-black with all the stars fallen.

The tiny star that had been shot towards the sky leaving my hand just a moment ago was scattering a faint light even beyond that Dark Light.

No matter how mighty a demon might be, no matter how much of a transcendent possessing massive authority one may be, they could not overcome the human’s wish of yearning for the sky and wishing to reach it.

Ultimately, the moment the shot star touched the sky, the Black Sun was no longer the lone celestial body.

The ownership of the sky was divided into two.

Being conscious of that massive authority, I formed my right hand into the shape of a clock hand and reached out.

As if the sky had become one giant clock.

“If the sun rises, it sets. This natural principle has not been properly upheld for far too long.”

Tick.

Recalling the sound of a ticking second hand from my memories in my head, I twisted my hand.

Then, accompanied by tremendous resistance, the Holy Mother of Stillborns let out a scream.

[Star Creation, what are you doing?!]

“Even a single star is enough to represent the night sky.”

The comets inside my flesh dropped toward my fingertips drawing long tails a few times.

When the countless comets finally filled my hand to the brim, only then did I realize how great the authority given to me was.

-Unique miracle, Sun Expulsion

I knew why tremendous resistance was felt when twisting my hand.

Because the more I twisted, the more there was something that moved along with it.

I…

“From now on.”

…Was moving the sky.

“It is my time!!!”

Even if I could not interfere with the sun’s time, I could control the night sky where a star had risen.

-BOOM!!!!

I moved the night sky and struck the demon’s hand that had squeezed through and grabbed the boundary of the world.

Even the power of a mighty Great Demon could not withstand the weight possessed by human dreams nurtured while gazing at the firmament.

-Slash, BOOM!!!!

As I just pressed down and chopped off the finger joints entirely, the Holy Mother of Stillborns’ screaming wail from the pain filled the whole world.

The Black Sun, which had been forcefully enduring thanks to the Holy Mother of Stillborns, received the reaction directly as it was.

The price of forcefully trying to remain on the horizon was the expulsion of the sun from this time.

If a star had already risen, the Black Sun could not rise as it pleased like before until the star set.

This was the unique miracle given to me, the power of Sun Expulsion.

The thrashing Holy Mother of Stillborns scattered like smoke and got buried in the Dark Light.

And the expelled Black Sun struggled, scattering the shadow stems of the Dark Light all over the world just like the setting sun once did.

However, the ownership of the sky was divided into two.

If I could one day fully acquire the scattered remains of the divinity of night, I would be able to create a safe time for those who lived in fear to sleep in peace.

It was precisely at this time that the Black Sun conveyed words, rather than a simple gaze.

[As expected, I was right.]

With those words as its finale, the sun set.

Watching what happened to the Holy Mother of Stillborns, the demon horde was fleeing with all their might to avoid the light.

Looking up at the night sky where the Black Sun had set and only a single faint starlight remained, I began to chew over what I could do.

I had to create a safe zone and a safe time where people could be at ease.

To do that, the divinity of night was needed.

Even if it meant killing the demon who ate it if it was eaten, or usurping it if it was alive.

While I repeated my pondering like that, countless footsteps were heard from below.

In front of the people who finally arrived at the top was a familiar face, Bartol.

“What…. what should we call you?”

“Godfather of Stars, Star Creation.”

“God who makes stars, O Godfather of all stars to come. Then..”

A Divine Name referred to the name of a god and the mission a god possessed.

My name was Star Creation.

And when I said star, I did not just refer to that tiny star faintly twinkling over there.

The moment I awakened my Divine Name, the moment I knew what my unique miracle was.

“Since my name is Star Creation, my mission is to create a new sun to replace the sun dyed black.”

I could be certain of who my enemy was.