Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint

“Surely, that’s a difficult problem…”

Thunderstorm swallowed his words as he was about to ask if he was going to get rid of the god of thunder. This is because asking for the impossible would only be sarcastic.

But… Uraehoeju didn’t have to swallow his words.

“I will kill the brain god.”

The regressor spoke more terrifying words than ever.

***

Deca, the lieutenant of Hekto, the oppressive lord, did not follow the gold. During the chase, the scattered subordinates of the oppressive society stretched out like dry water stations, and Decca, who was always reluctant to fall behind, had to deal with them. Of course, Deca was complaining in the middle of the chase.

“Damn damn…! What have we done for the nations until now!”

Sanghui shares fate with Huiju. In order for Sanghui to have a greater competitiveness than other alchemists in the countries where the golden mirror’s huge shadow is cast, it is not enough to simply have good skills. There is a limit to the influence that one artisan can have on the world no matter how excellent the technology is. That’s why Hoeju is needed. 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 may not 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 merchant association was like a moving city. In the past, seeing this grand scene made my heart overflow…

Decca opened her eyes and bit her fingers. Blood seeped out 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 it, but I have to go to some lord…”

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 you well.”

And like a miracle, someone appeared in front of Decca.

It was a woman wearing a deep robe. Except for the slim jawline, no part of her face was exposed. Judging by the bandaged fists peeking out through his sleeves, he looked like a martial artist who had learned qigong.

I don’t know when the hell I came to his side. Deca tried to get annoyed, but… in the most difficult time, he kept his mouth shut and focused on her as he suddenly felt like fate.

“Order is always necessary. The values everyone believes in must be maintained even for the sake of faith. Drum Sanghoe, the oppressive society, is the table of the nations, and must continue to exist so that the nations do not starve.”

That’s right. Decca strongly sympathized. Why the hell do you only know how to commit something, but don’t try to prepare for what will happen after that? If Drum Trading Company disappears immediately, half of the wild beasts in the world might starve to death.

“You are part of the system that makes up the nations. Even though the country was once distorted by the devil, who would deny the credit for establishing its own order in the middle of it? Did you contribute?”

heart is cool It’s like scratching an itchy spot and dumping that dark grime somewhere. Feeling indescribable, Decca only nodded furiously. Decca contributed. Countries have been enriched by the contributions of the Drum Company, including him. Decca made an effort. Working all night was a daily routine, and one day he even risked his life. Decca was faithful. He was always sincere in his work, which caught Hector’s attention and eventually rose to the position of his lieutenant. That would be the way of the world.

“…all of you.”

“The one who knows you, the one who acknowledges you, and the one who will repay you.”

Ferel took off his hood and showed his face. A halo shining over her gray hair subtly revealed her true identity.

“iced coffee! at las!”

…Of course, what Deca really wanted was not order and discipline. Grandiose things like the peace and prosperity of nations were the result of working under Hekto, not his goal. He was a common small man. An ordinary coward who relies on greater authority to feel a sense of unity and enjoys swinging it as if it were his own. If he had been under someone else other than Hekto, he would have caused enough harm. However, now that I have been called by the saintess. Decca was a true patriot who served the nations.

“This maid will find you the treatment you deserve.”

“Ah ah…”

There is no heaven or hell in the world. Only the tomb honoring the dead remains alone. But God deceives those who die like that.

Humans are not beasts and live for a better purpose. Currently, it is only a foundation, and there are lofty ideals left to build on it. Even if I die, if I can contribute to it, I will be happy in heaven. That’s not Decca’s true wish, but what does it matter? Human faith is such a shallow thing.

Ferel, the Saint of Steel, commanded her followers sternly.

“Leave this maid to Claudia. That is your mission.”

“…yes! I will serve you!”

He was still a small person. Wanting to lean on greater authority, Decca knelt before Ferel and decided to dedicate himself to her. feeling a sense of greater 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 brain god? Claudia’s long-cherished wish will be fulfilled by an unknown vagrant?’

If that had been easier said than done, Claudia would not have shut herself up and shuddered in fear whenever the cumulonimbus came. The problem was that the regressor’s words of killing the brain god were too absurd to believe, but too sweet to dismiss as nonsense.

‘More than anything else, I sense a strange certainty… from that boy. Being so confident means you have your own means, right? There’s nothing wrong with accepting it.’

Still, I wonder if it’s too easy to believe that he’s the ruler of a city. Well, if you are a regressor, it can be.

“…whether that’s true or bluff. You will know everything when you get to Claudia.”

With a murmur, Uraehoeju turned around and walked out of the cabin. Before, it seemed like thunder roared every time I walked, but now my footsteps are quiet. 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 an honored guest.”

Urehoeju invited us with a more polite attitude.

As with all three big cities, Claudia has been added like flab by those who wish to live there. Before reaching Claudia, the golden ship passed dozens of shanty towns. Those who could not live without relying on a city that was not even a wild beast were living their lives by setting up a simple camp near the mountain.

However, that place is not Claudia. Claudia’s borders are more clearly defined than national borders. Specifically, in the form of a 2m high electrified barbed wire. The outside of the barbed wire is outside of Claudia. The true Claudia comes from inside the fence.

Woorehoeju, standing in front of the fence, stretched 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.

“welcome. This is Claudia, the village of clouds.”

Claudia’s first impression was blurry. There was no particular reason, just because the fog was thick. However, as we made our way through the fog, an eye-opening sight appeared. A 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 go higher, and when you reach the rooftop, iron branches are extending in all directions. It looked like a huge tree made of steel.

Smaller but tall enough buildings are densely packed under the steel twigs stretching in all directions. As if sheltering from the rain in the shade of a tree.

“It’s a lightning tower. It is a steel structure created to avoid the wrath of the Thunder God. If by any chance the weather gets dark and lightning strikes suddenly, don’t panic and hide in the shadow of the lightning tower… Oh.”

As he was explaining, Uraehoeju covered his mouth and continued.

“If it’s you, it won’t matter if you get hit by lightning. I said something wrong.”

“Isn’t it? Please let me know as soon as you have it because it is absolutely necessary.”

“bruise! 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, so 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.”

“bruise!”

Aji barked in response. A thunderbolt that gave fear with a sudden roar and light, and sometimes even presented 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.

Uraehoeju answered as if he understood.

“Originally yes. In particular, the beastmen tend to hate Claudia even more. Because…”

the regressor replied like an eager student.

“Does your fur get wet with fog or get excited by lightning?”

“that’s right. How did you know? It’s hard for other people to know.”

Woorehoeju was surprised by the returnee’s answer.

“What did you think it would be like?”

‘It’s what I heard in the last episode.’

He also boasts of his knowledge of previous rounds. I want to pretend I understand, but is it okay? After all, isn’t every trivial action like that an act of revealing that you’re a regressor? I don’t know. But I can’t give you advice, ‘If you mention too much knowledge from the previous episode, you’ll get suspicious?’ let it be

The number of humans living under the lightning tower would easily exceed a thousand. There are not one or two such lightning towers. At least ten lightning towers could be seen against the background of the cloud waterfall in the distance. Uraeju continued the explanation.

“Most of the outskirts where the fog hits are 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. Now, there was a little commotion because of the news that the golden mirror was coming… but fortunately, the city was saved thanks to everyone stopping it. Jannok, no, golden sashimi.”

Peru, whose name was suddenly called, responded belatedly.

“…yes.”

“Look smart. It operates independently, but still part of the nations. The fate of this city depends on the choices you make.”

The complexion of Peru, which was originally bad, became even darker. Feeling the pressure, Peru answered helplessly.

“…to the Lord of Thunder to ask for that.”

“no. You have to.”

“…I don’t have enough experience to take on a serious role. That’s what the excellent Thunderstorm Lord does.”

“Golden Kyung was also a person who lacked experience to entrust the heavy responsibility of being the king of a country. But he was not the king of nations, he was a ruler close to God. That’s because of the power of the golden mirror.”

With an attitude that doesn’t know if it’s burdening or encouraging, Woo Rehweju said sharply.

“I am obviously an outstanding human being. Compared to me, you are inferior to me.”

“…so.”

“Still, you are the one who has been recognized by the Hwanggeumgyeong. You, who have unparalleled 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.”

It was an attitude that did not know if he was boasting or humiliating himself. What is certain is that the Lord of Thunder has a clear division of stance. The Lord of Thunder, Elkid, who is clad in the power of thunder and can wield almost infinite power only in Claudia. However, it is the power of ‘human’. No matter how much she despises the golden sutra, she acknowledges the golden sutra that created a huge system called the nations.

…From my point of view, Thunderstorm and Peru, wielding god-like 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, these words were the maximum support that could be given from the position of Woorehoeju.

‘…God. I’m not capable of that.’

The person concerned was on the verge of dying because of the burden.

So we headed to the deepest lightning tower.

A gigantic waterwheel that spins round and round with its side 1/4 submerged in the cloud waterfall. At the other end, a lightning tower more massive than anything else peeks at the tip. It looks like it is pushing a water wheel into the waterfall. Below the cloud waterfall, the water source created by the accumulation of clouds is vaguely revealing its presence. The size is not clearly visible. This is because clouds that have not yet become water ride down the ground.

Tyr, who had been silently observing the scenery until now, muttered when he saw a watermill that could have been 100m in diameter.

“…The world has changed a lot. There was no waterwheel like this when I passed Cloud Falls in the past.”

Thunderstorm answered Tyr’s monologue one by one.

“The first watermill was the size of an ordinary watermill. As people who fled the Golden Circle began to gather in Claudia, the city grew, and the wheelbarrow gradually grew in proportion to it. It’s easy to get metal from all over the world. By the way…”

Uraehoeju said, pointing to me and Aji, who were hesitantly far away.

“Are you two still afraid of lightning?”

Are you afraid of lightning? heh what are you talking about I proudly declared

“It’s not just that I’m afraid of lightning. I always fear threats beyond my control.”

“Woof woof!”

The tingling feeling still crawls over my skin. Even Aji’s hair now swelled up like a lion’s mane. How can you not feel offended here? If you have any survival instincts left, then of course you should avoid the seat. Urehoeju nodded when he saw the stubbornness of the two of us.

“I understand. The power of thunder is too wild and powerful for ordinary humans to handle. If you’re not that human, it’s natural to be afraid.”

“Come on.”

“Actually, the time is right for those who deserve it.”

Woorehoeju, who speaks confidently, does not feel a single point of shame. It’s the first time I’ve ever been this self-assured type, so it’s new again.

“Below the thunderwheel is the place where the power of thunder is strongest. I can’t help it. I am resting in my favorite place. As long as you don’t leave the lightning tower, you won’t be hurt by lightning.”

“great. Aji and I will be here, so everyone go. I’ll be waiting for you in a safe-looking place over there.”

“bruise!”

“Let’s go together. I want to look around too.”