“One God?”
It was then.
A harsh voice like scratching iron awakened his spirit.
Surprised, John hurriedly opened his eyes.
A monster wearing a mask with a strange bird’s beak was staring at him through the barbed wire, like a medieval doctor.
“who are you? How did you get in here?”
The prison dedicated to the Awoken, where John is imprisoned, has a reputation for strict boundaries.
Each of the imprisoned prisoners was an Awakener, and even at the entrance of the dungeon where John was imprisoned, A-class hunters stood guard in shifts for 24 hours just in case.
How did such a monster appear in such a place?
Guessing the reason, Yohan gave a fishy laugh.
“It seems that the upper management has decided to get rid of me, right? I coveted my ability so much, is it a decision conscious of public opinion?”
However, the other party still did not respond.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t say anything. I was thinking of getting out of here.”
John rose from his seat.
oh oh oh!
Then, a tremendous energy surged from his body.
Although no longer an apostle of the monster, some of the powers he had given him still lingered.
That should be enough to deal with the author and escape.
“I will not kill you. But I can’t do it, so please don’t blame me.”
John was sweet.
He wanted to escape this place as soon as possible, meet the only god, and prove his faith.
“You are not Narak either.”
“hell?”
“But I can’t forgive you for trying to harm Miri.”
A bleak life flowed from beyond the mask.
“What is that… … ?”
The monster raised his thin hand and aimed it at John’s heart.
“‘stop’.”
***
In the end, I couldn’t meet Mr. Miri’s sister.
An S-class hunter and a celebrity among celebrities with a temper, he was digesting a murderous schedule that could not be imagined. I went to a fashion show event she participated in, but I couldn’t even get close to it because it was so heavily guarded.
I guess I’ll have to wait for the next opportunity.
I returned home with a distraught heart.
The fainting Sword Demon was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, a blanket was neatly folded in a corner, and a note was placed on top of it.
Great Swordsman. That fiery candle demon suddenly had to vacate for a few days because of an unavoidable situation.
It hurts as if my heart would be torn apart to leave without being able to appreciate the sword god’s great face.
(Omitted)
Every day, I will remind myself of the extreme meaning of the beautiful sword that the Buddha Sword Demon Sword God showed me, and I will wield the sword until my body is broken.
Please take care of me while I’m gone and give my regards to the lovely and cute Seongyeon… … (shorthand)… … .
An A4 sheet of memo was filled with tiny letters, all of which were overflowing with praise for me.
Cuggit!
I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
“Oh, please, I hope you don’t come.”
It’s a very narrow house, but being a military family is the worst.
Then Godmaker reacted.
Tring!
-Earth branch human John has returned to the ‘monotheistic religion’ from the god of destruction ‘???’.
-John’s classification is ‘fanatic’.
[Quest: Promoting a lower class god (in progress)]
Ordinary followers: 5212326/1000000000
S-class or higher intelligent creatures with the possibility of transcendence Followers: 1/10
God Maker’s message that a follower was created resonated, and the number of S-class followers on the quest increased by 1.
“John?”
If it’s John, isn’t that the naked pervert?
As I was thinking about how this happened, another message rang in Godmaker soon after.
Tring!
-The fanatic of the one God, ‘John’, has died.
-Everything in a fanatic belongs to the god he serves.
– Absorbs sacrifices.
“Absorbing a sacrifice to death, what is this… … omg!”
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!
Suddenly, a tremendous energy surged from my body like an explosion. The next day, a
small
article appeared in a corner of the internet news.
A prisoner died suddenly of a heart attack in an awakened prison.
There was a few short lines of an article stating that the prisoner was behind the black market that had recently become an issue.
Even the name didn’t come out, but it must have been John, the perverted boss I had beaten.
I was in a mess.
It was a villain who would not be happy even if I killed him, but when he died suddenly, I felt like I killed him.
Moreover, the promotion quests I am currently in progress.
[Quest: Promoting a lower-class good god (in progress)]
General followers: 5212326/1000000000
S-class or higher intelligent lifeforms with transcendence potential Followers: 1/10 [Quest: Lower-class evil god
promotion (in progress)]
General sacrifice: 0/1000000000
S-class or higher intelligent creatures with transcendence potential: 1/10 Good
and evil according to John’s return and death In the new quest, both numbers increased by 1.
I turned on the selfie function on my cell phone and tried to appraise myself.
In the same explanation as before, several new skills were added.
[robbing]
The power you took from those you slaughtered and ruled with fear.
-Heist Target: John.
1.
You can summon a divine being by offering a strong demon sacrifice (evil god only).
2. Sacrificial Ritual
You can summon a god suitable for the sacrifice by offering a living sacrifice to the evil spirit.
I remembered the armor that John summoned after sacrificing people, and the eyes of the giant monster that tried to jump out of the summoning circle.
“… … Let’s not complicate it.”
If I hadn’t stopped that man then, I and the people around me would have been hurt.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel depressed.
“ha.”
After a big job, the tension was relieved, and at the same time, a deep sense of emptiness came over me.
what do you do now
If it was the current me who had gained various powers, I would be able to do anything.
Maybe you can become a successful hunter and gain wealth and fame.
But is that what I really wanted?
Now that I’ve gained strength, strangely, I don’t think so much. It’s just a feeling of desolation, or a feeling that my heart is empty.
Then I saw my laptop lying in the corner.
‘Come to think of it, the deadline was pushed back.’
I reached out for it as if possessed.
and.
thump thump.
Tak-tak-tak!
My story unfolds in an empty white world.
***
Manuscripts feed on the writer’s lifespan and butt.
The results of not sleeping all night lay in front of me.
“It is complete.”
I was thrilled to see the letters filled with the white paper.
Approximately 130,000 characters.
As a series, there are 25 episodes, which is the equivalent of one book.
The market has changed a lot these days, so the standard is different from before, but if you have a manuscript of this level, you can start publishing it once.
Click.
I clicked Dalpia, a novel serial site, and opened a bulletin board.
[God-gaming writer]
Since I am a writer who plays God-maker, I tried to make a title like this.
Can’t you feel the trend of these days from the title of WhoWho?
And starting with the prologue, I posted up to 10 episodes at once.
throbbing.
“Oh, I’m a little nervous.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve been serialized, so my heart trembled.
It is not the end of the series.
Once more than one volume is published free of charge, the publisher decides to charge a fee after seeing readers’ subscriptions and responses.
It also means that if the results of free serialization are miserable, the efforts made so far will go back to nothing.
It’s the scariest thing for a genre writer.
Of course he was.
The person in charge also guaranteed fun, and this isn’t just a simple novel.
It is my experience and a masterpiece written by risking my life as a writer.
“There’s no way it won’t be fun.”
growl!
The tension was relieved, and only then did the hunger strike.
Come to think of it, I haven’t eaten anything for almost a day.
“Huh, you’ve been concentrating hard for the first time in a while.”
To commemorate the start of the series, I put two eggs in ramen and added fried dumplings to it.
After a sumptuous meal and even washing the dishes, I looked at the serial bulletin board.
Tring!
There were comments from readers.
‘I can’t believe you are already commenting.’
I opened the comments with excitement.
[Dokkage Spicy Chicken]
: Wow, is the writer mad? Even if I use my feet, I will give birth to this.
[Ant lover]
: The ants are so bad ㅠㅠ Don’t kill the ants!
[Sejong holding a Korean dictionary]
: The spelling is messed up. Hangeul was not made for this. Do some more writing and come back.
[Balance dung net]
: Balance net! Get off!
[Nightmare Crawling Silently]
: How did you block my Kkaetok when I was dead and barely alive? I don’t think too much about this.
[Heavenly sword that cuts everything]
: The development is nuclear gogu! Give me back my sword quickly while I’m using this!
… … Let’s stop.
The level of malicious comments from readers these days is quite spicy. I think I saw a name that was familiar to me, but it must be because of my mood?
shiver.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not tears that flow from my eyes, it’s a physiological phenomenon because my eyes are so stiff.
So what kind of writer am I? Let’s find out something else.
It was when I buried my face in the blanket and sobbed.
Ding dong ding dong.
The doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, Miri was there.
“Oh, Mr. Miri. Are you discharged now?”
“teacher!”
dump!
Ms. Miri knelt in front of the front door, looking like she was going to cry.
“uh? Why are you doing this, Mr. Miri? What’s going on?”
I hurriedly got her up.
“Sir, can I ask you a really, really difficult favor?”
Desperation was buried in the eyes that looked at me.
What is it that makes Miri do this?
I shouted, pounding my chest with my fist.
“Hey, what are you asking between us? Just talk! I will do my best to help you with anything I can or cannot do.”
“and! Also our teacher! thank you!”
Miri cheered and hugged me tightly.
oh hey mr. No matter how good it is, if you do this, others will misunderstand you.
Then Godmaker reacted.
Tring!
-Earth believer ‘Seong Mi-ri’ faith goes up by 10.
uh? I haven’t done anything yet, but my faith goes up by 10?
What kind of request is it?
