Chapter 109 – Silver Light of the Mad God

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Translated by Heavenly Cat

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People enjoy various kinds of entertainment.

Although I had become a god, I, who still possessed humanity, was no different.

From that point of view, Last Comet had quite unique gameplay.

Because in some parts it felt like an RPG, and in some parts, a strategy simulation.

However, fundamentally, Last Comet was a game focused on gods and miracles.

Things that originally would have been systematically restricted or required carefully crafting a build, things that originally would have required waiting endlessly.

The key was to overcome all of this at once with the usurped divine names.

Simply defeating demons is not all there is to it.

For a god is not only skilled at simply destroying.

Of course, if it were a martial church that knows nothing but fighting, the story would be different.

But my essence was neither a martial church nor a combat lineage incapable of feeling emotions.

I was fundamentally a god who aided survival rather than fighting.

Until now, this hadn’t stood out well because of all the bickering, but if I wanted to, it was completely possible.

Now that the foundation to be used as a city was made, it was time to put people inside it.

I gathered my index and middle fingers together and poked the bottom of the earthen wall.

With a hand gesture, I brought up the flowing water and even created a translucent bridge.

Seeing the forest densely filling the surroundings, everyone muttered a word or two.

It was a good while later that the squirming, slowly advancing people noticed this.

“To think the Godfather of Stars was such a great god.”

“The barren wasteland changed in an instant…”

“It’s not a demon. It’s certain! This is impossible unless it’s a god.”

“A god after the Great Pantheon. Is it real?”

The murmuring didn’t stop for a long time.

Rather, it only grew louder upon seeing the bridge made of freshwater and the gates artificially created here and there on the earthen wall.

A sweet, sour taste with a popping sensation spreads in my mouth.

The taste of awe and surprise.

It was the emotion simultaneously felt by the people who witnessed a miracle for the first time.

Amidst the murmuring, people craning their necks mixed with people jumping up and down.

Among them, there were also people pointing around and putting strength in their voices.

“You who still disbelieve and doubt, behold! The miracles the Young Father unsparingly bestows!”

“Praise the Godfather of Stars, the Young Father. For He is not one who takes away, but one who gives.”

To those who had kept their faith, these might be quite unpleasant remarks.

I even worried that it might perhaps ignite the fuse of conflict.

However, the people acted much more obediently than expected.

Thanks to the fervent believers of the Great Pantheon, who still remained, keeping their mouths firmly shut.

I could tell what emotion they were feeling.

A dry and bitter taste, like vegetables that have lost their freshness.

It’s the taste of doubt.

A god who remains silent and a god who shows miracles.

The difference between the two was overwhelming enough to shake even the faith they had carried their whole lives.

If pushed a little more here, they might crumble.

But instead of scolding or pacifying the followers of the Great Pantheon, I chose to keep my mouth shut.

There’s no reason to needlessly torment the people. There was plenty of work to do.

Securing lumber right away was one such thing.

I made the trees grow rapidly, but that alone wasn’t enough.

Making axe blades, carving handles, inserting the blades, and then sending people to chop down trees…

When would we get all of this done?

Besides, getting lumber doesn’t just end with cutting down a tree.

We have to trim the branches, saw it back and forth, and even prepare the saws to do the sawing, so it’s a task where our hands can’t stop.

Too much manpower and time are consumed.

Right now, when we had to build a settlement and prepare for war immediately, precious time and manpower couldn’t be wasted.

Then who produces the lumber?

Naturally, it was my role, possessing abilities to do the impossible many times over what was possible.

The stars in my flesh fell toward my fingertips.

My hand, dyed pure white by the gathered stars, was the brush and the law that painted the world as I pleased.

I reached out my fingertips toward the forest, coaxing and pacifying it.

“I do not hate you. When the work is done, I will grant one thing you want, so please don’t resent me too much.”

At that moment, the branches swayed even though no wind was blowing.

The rustling sound of leaves brushing against each other was the answer.

I can’t tell if they hate it or like it. Perhaps it means they don’t care.

It seems I need to study how to converse with the forest.

Since the situation is urgent right now, let’s apologize later if they don’t like it.

Making that resolution, I flipped the back of my hand.

Pluck, plop.

The roots embedded in the ground were dragged out, clumped with clumps of dirt.

It wasn’t just one tree, but hundreds, thousands of trees.

I didn’t need the roots… I failed to control my strength too much.

The resolution to apologize later was immediately broken.

“I’m sorry. I should have left the stumps.”

Swaaaaash-.

The forest swayed, and the leaves brushed against each other.

This time, it was a clear expression of protest.

The meaning came across that since I decided to do it, I should do it painlessly and skillfully on my own.

However, negative emotions like resentment or hatred couldn’t be felt.

Inevitably, the affection towards the creator who brought them out into the world oozed out profusely.

The conversation with the forest made me wear a bitter smile.

“Alright, alright.”

I’ll do better next time.

Making a new resolution to myself, I gently opened and closed my hand.

When I opened my hand, the trees floating in the sky trembled.

When I closed my hand, all the branches and roots broke and were severed.

The severed branches and roots became tangled with clods of dirt and showered down over the forest.

In just two hand gestures, thousands—three thousand, to be exact—of logs were created.

What remained was the task of loading them into the crater.

If I just threw them however, people could get hurt, so I had to move them carefully.

Dividing them up nicely to easily stack them one by one.

Of course, all of this was accomplished just by me swinging my hand.

Then it suddenly occurred to me whether people could use these right away if I brought them logs.

Since I’m doing it, I should see it through to the end.

I raised both hands and then made my palms face each other.

Clap.

With one clap, the bark of the logs was ripped off, revealing the inner flesh.

Clap, clap.

When I clapped twice, the bumpy parts were filed down into a cylindrical shape.

Clap, clap, clap.

Finally, when I clapped three times, they were dried enough to be used as firewood immediately.

I gathered the ripped-off barks in one place since they might be used for something else.

I also swept up the sawdust and gathered it since it could be used for starting fires or elsewhere.

With this, even the lumber organization was finished.

However, there was still work left to do.

If I logged, I should also plant trees.

-Authority Manifestation, Growing Life.

-Authority Manifestation, Splitting Crossroads.

I sprinkled the orange liquid seeping from my hand over the now empty forest.

The moment these sticky raindrops fell, they hardened solidly and finally became seeds, hitting the ground.

The seeds bounced a few times and took root the instant they settled in place.

They sprouted seedlings through the cracked shells, and quickly became saplings, growing and growing again.

Half passing it off as a joke, I muttered.

“You shouldn’t be territorial to the new friends.”

The logged forest had become lush again as if it had never been logged.

The forest merely swayed gently, as if satisfied.

I promised to grant them a wish later, so let’s visit them once the settlement building is roughly finished.

Now all I have to do is make the people build the houses they want…

In the short moment I wasn’t paying attention, everyone was kneeling.

Not only those who had entered the crater, but also those who still remained outside.

“Praise the Great Godfather of Stars, the Young Father.”

“Fill the night sky as You will, and raise a new sun as You will.”

“Rather than longing for the past day, rather than agonizing over the waning evening.”

“We await the morning that will rise, the approaching dawn.”

Those belonging to the Nebula Church were reciting more formalized prayers.

The followers of the Great Pantheon, who still kept their faith, were similar.

They couldn’t bring themselves to abandon their old faith, but they acknowledged and accepted that I was a friendly god to them.

There was exactly one thing I had to say to them.

“Come inside first, then pray.”

What’s the point if I went to the trouble of making it to protect you, but two-thirds of you remain outside.

Only after I gestured and signaled them to get up and come in did they start moving slowly again.

Nevertheless, there were so many gazes fixed on this side that stepping on each other’s feet was a common occurrence.

Though even the people who got their feet stepped on were looking this way in a daze rather than getting angry.

***

Gods are by no means omnipotent and omniscient.

It is a fact that even the most prideful gods acknowledge, albeit unpleasantly.

If there is a god close to omnipotence and omniscience, it is only the Sun God.

This hierarchy of power became even clearer after the Sun God turned its back on the world.

No matter how astonishing a reputation one made, no one could dare oppose the Sun God.

The strength of the Sun God was precisely the reason why the Celestial Church was blind to hunting down survivors.

The slight possibility of the world being saved does not arise by opposing the Sun God.

It only arises by faithfully following and pursuing any absurd will, thereby changing the Sun God’s mind.

For comforting and persuading the Sun God is the last remaining path to salvation under the black-stained sun.

Let the living bear the responsibility for future generations and joyfully offer themselves to the Sun God.

-This was the eschatological doctrine put forward by the mad god and the mad Celestial Church.

And until now, the survivors had faithfully followed this faith steeped in despair and resignation.

Until another path was presented.

The sky was divided into the old sky and the new sky.

This was still fine up to this point.

However, the survivors gathering at the Orrak Plains ended up seeing even a falling star.

Not a star that burns up and disappears, but a light that momentarily dyed the world brightly before fading away.

It was the moment even those who hadn’t believed in the God Who Makes Stars, Star Creation, to the very end turned their steps around.

“It’s a god. The god hiding in heaven has finally descended to save us!”

“That place is where we must go. The last god remains there!”

It was the moment when even those who followed the Great Pantheon were ultimately enticed.

Seeing even the Celestial Church angels hesitating while looking at where the star fell, the great demon opened its mouth.

[Strike. Before they reach the God Who Makes Stars.]

Fine cracks were engraved on the pure white porcelain faces, and the scarlet halos blinked.

The angels who had blindly followed until now made a pained expression for the first time.

=But Serving Moon. If it’s a light of that magnitude.=

[Strike.]

=….=

[Do not be buried in false possibilities, and do not be bewitched by the heretical light shown by the Adversary. Remember the decision the Great Sun God made for all creation in the world.]

Only then did the Celestial Church angels draw their swords.

Without knowing anything, toward the survivors they believed were allies.

“A-angel? Has a demon appeared?”

“Something… the atmosphere is strange.”

Whether they had a pained face or glared with an emotionless face, nothing changed.

[Strike! Strike down all those bewitched by heresy and offer them to the Sun God!]

The divine characters engraved on their right arms flashed.

The swung blades ruthlessly cut down life.

Aaaah, aaaaaagh….

Kkeureuheu-euk.

Keok, keuk, kkeureureureuk….

Fresh blood flowed down from everywhere.

Only a lucky few were permitted a faint possibility.

The moment the Celestial Church angels pointed their sword tips at the living instead of luring them, angels with stark blue halos, not scarlet ones, stormed in on them.

“Young Father, do not look upon my lack of virtue, but take pity on those who must be saved!”

“What are you doing, you guys!”

The angels with still-emotionless faces turned their sword tips without hesitation.

However, the angels with pained faces, the angels who doubted the path of salvation put forward by the Celestial Church, were hesitating.

Instead of actively fighting Anniel or Ceciel, they stepped back, watched, and agonized.

=…It’s the emissaries of blue light. Their god still answers their prayers and gladly gives them power at their call.=

=Why is this, O Sun God? Why have you turned your back on us?=

Then, the great demon who had been watching quietly until now made its move.

The mad god intervened in the fight between angels for the first time.

[If the heretical light bewitches you.]

The silver light of Serving Moon taints the scarlet halos.

The angels with pained faces began to rot away while vomiting screams.

Their pure white porcelain-like faces turned stark red and melted down.

[I shall protect you with the darkness of the abyss.]

With those words, the mad god with the silver halo glared at where the star had fallen.

[I can no longer just watch. O Sun God, forgive me for disobeying your command!]

Cooling Breath was being defeated far too easily.

Serving Moon realized that the fallen dragons were in danger of all being hunted down.

[Let the dark radiance shine upon all. Strike the emissaries of blue light, the God Who Makes Stars, who blocks the descent of the Sun God!]