Episode 646. It’s the end of the world! You’re in trouble!
<Sek>
Sejun uses a portal scroll.
Kugugung.
Suddenly, the ground moved, forming an archway made of white marble.
Pulling the door’s handle
Ssshhh.
The door opened smoothly without resistance, revealing a turbulent blue space.
“Can I go in here?”
I asked.
Sejoon took a step forward and boldly stepped into the blue space.
Normally, the cowardly Sejun wouldn’t have been able to make such a bold move, but the blue space wasn’t strangely scary, so he entered with confidence.
When his body touched the blue space
[You have entered the portal to the Temple of the Creator].
A message appeared.
Jab, jab, jab.
I took two more steps, then three, and my vision turned white.
Zap.
The fourth time I took a step, I saw the inside of a glowing building. A completely different space. It was the temple of the Creator.
I—
Sejun took the fifth step to enter the temple.
And then
Huh?
Sejun suddenly noticed three people standing in front of the portal.
One was a blonde woman, one was a man with blue hair, and the other was—.
Sejun turns to look at the remaining one.
[The Orb of Deception warns of impending death].
Ominous red text appeared in front of Sejun. It contrasted with the blue space from earlier, making it look even more ominous.
But
Huh?!
—Buck.
Sejun had already exited the portal and stepped into the temple.
DAMN!
“——”
Sejun lost consciousness as he felt a suffocatingly huge blue aura wash over him.
***.
The Temple of the Creator.
Woof.
The portal began to open.
“Finally, Sejun is here!”
Emila and Amur, the apostles of the Creator and Creation, stood in front of the Tzur portal to greet Sejun.
Amur was especially excited.
Today, I can finally get the rotten youngest to behave.
Amur contemplates his plan to capture the youngest.
He hadn’t been told who the third Apostle of Creation was, but he had heard that he was with Sejun.
But
Amur against the Twelve Apostles of Destruction.
It was clear whose banner would be captured.
And then
Jab, jab, jab.
“They’re coming!”
Footsteps from beyond the portal.
And then
A flurry.
Sejun, Theo, Iona, Queng Yi, and Bae Bae fainted as they stepped through the portal. Their minds could not process the enormity of the Creator’s presence.
Mental overload.
“Eh?! Sejun!”
That was a mistake!
The Creator God had forgotten his presence in the joy of Sejun’s arrival.
KING?!
The Camang family was unharmed.
The Apostles of Creation were blessed with the ability to withstand the aura of the God of Creation, and the Apostles of Destruction were more than capable of withstanding the aura of the God of Creation.
They weren’t the 12 Apostles of Destruction for nothing.
Then.
Ouch.
Theo, who had been stunned, quietly got up and dragged Sejun, Iona, and the boat out of the portal.
In an emergency, the super-giant Chairman Park No. 2 took the place of the fainted Theo.
Eek.
At the same time, Queng woke up.
But instead of stepping out of the portal, Kweng walked right up to the Creator.
Puck.
“Puck!”
He kicked the creature in the shin with a nervous expression.
And then
“Hey, Creature, wake up!”
Kweng yelled back.
“—?!”
“Huh?!”
Emila and Amur panicked at that.
Hee hee hee!
[Heehee, Kwengyi, the Creator has stunned the butler! Beat him more!]
You’re in trouble! You’re in trouble!
Kamang cheered as he told Queng Yi, or rather, the Doomsday Demon, how wrong the Creator was.
Yes, it was not Queng who had risen, but the Doomsday Devil. The Demon of the Apocalypse, awakened by the Creator’s ridiculous mistake.
“Sorry…”
The Creator apologised hastily, unable to even make eye contact with the Endbringer.
The Endbringer was an existence that erased the world. It was higher ranked than the Creator, and naturally stronger. Overwhelmingly.
“How could the Creator God make such a ridiculous mistake?”
When the Doomsday Demon took on the form of a cute little queng shaped creature.
Khing?!
[Why didn’t you guys say hello to me?!]
“Yeah! Do you know who this guy is?!”
Kwink!
Shararang!!!
—!
…
.
Camangi and his men also began to question the two Apostles of Creation.
“You–you’re the Apostle of Creation?”
Amur asked in a panicked voice. The apocalyptic beast that was currently clawing at the God of Creation made him say something respectful.
Clang!
[Yes! The great Khamang is giving us a special third apostle of creation!]
‘You insolent little bastard, you insolent little bastard—‘
Amur sneered at Kamang, who was weak in power but trusted in the strength of his companions.
“Of course, I’ll take care of you.”
So he leaned down to make eye contact with her and gently touched her body, connecting their mental worlds.
“I’ll break your habit!
Amur shouted, hoping to tug at the creature’s mind without the Doomsday Beast noticing.
But Amur should have thought.
Why would the Doomsayer look at Amur like that and shake his head and call for the Creator again.
Surely the third apostle of creation was only one, so why didn’t the others faint?
Why does Kamang and his men remind me of the former Apostles of Destruction.
If that were the case—.
Thump.
“Krrrr. That’s a pain in the arse.”
I wouldn’t have had to meet the Kamang family in the spirit world.
“What—the Apostle of Doom?!”
“Yes! This body used to be Fenrill, the noble wolf who hunts gods, though now he is the great Kamang. Hehe.”
Now that he liked the name Kamang better than Fenrir, Kamang laughed pleasantly as he said his name.
“The–the–what—”
Amur stammered, not understanding the situation.
“Kids, scold him.”
“”Yes!””
The Camang family kindly made Amur understand.
Purburbuck.
“Yuck!”
Body to body.
When the head doesn’t understand, the body is a good way to learn.
After the Kamang family had finished teaching Amur.
“Krrrr. Who’s Amur, anyway?”
Kamang asked Amur who he was, to hold him accountable for not drawing Sejun’s face properly in the family portrait.
“I–I am.”
Amur felt ominous, but answered truthfully. If he hid it, he’d get beaten more.
“You’re Amur?! How dare you not draw Sejun?!”
Snort!
Carr pecked Amur with his beak in excitement.
Kwagwagwang!
The others started hitting Amur again.
“Krrrrr. How dare you erase the butler from our family portrait!
Kwagwagwang!
This time, Kamang didn’t leave it to his subordinates to do it, but hit him himself.
Because he ruined a meaningful portrait with Sejun.
Amur, who didn’t even know English, was slapped for a long time.
“Krrrr. Finish the portrait properly. Do you understand?!”
“Yes—”
The psycho-education was over, and I emerged from the spirit world.
But.
[Who is Amur?!]
There was more to Amur’s displeasure.
The Flame, who had heard of Sejun’s fainting spell, rushed to find Amur.
And so the spiritual education began again.
[A creator god shouldn’t do that, Sejun, you could have been in trouble!]
Flamey scolded the Creator with his own body.
[“How can you leave out the most important one, Sejun? It’s not a family portrait!]
And in his incarnation, he chastised Amur and multi clawed him.
Nod, nod, nod.
The Endbringer and Kamang Family nodded eagerly, listening to the flame who only said the right things.
“Phew.”
I’m glad I didn’t do anything wrong to Sejun.
Emila breathed a silent sigh of relief in the corner.
The Creator and Amur were grilled nonstop until the portal was about to close.
It was a good thing the portal was open for 24 hours.
“That’s all for today. Be careful.”
Bing, bing, bing, bing!
[You guys be careful, especially you blue ones, I’ll be watching you!]
Just before the portal closed, the Endbringer and Kamang Family exited the portal.
[Be careful going forward!]
The main body of the Flame also left, letting go of its grip.
Woof.
The portal closed again.
“Ugh.”
“Phew.”
“Blackness.”
Sighs and cries filled the temple of the Creator in the midst of the storm.
But
[What are you doing?! Hurry up and make a room for the Creator God to stay in so that Sejun can come!]
Flame 205, a flame with 10% of the power of a flame that hadn’t gone yet, urged them on.
A cell for the Creator to stay in while Sejun stays.
[Come on! We have 100 days to complete it!]
Under Flame 205’s supervision, the creator and the two apostles of creation began work.
*** *.
<Sek>
“Mmm—”
Why am I lying there?
The unconscious Sejun woke up and looked around.
And saw
Gororong.
Kulorong.
Baerorong.
Kirolong.
—.
…
.
I could see my companions sleeping next to me.
조물.조물.
Bruises—.
Feeling strangely empty, Sejoon touched the cheeks and stomachs of his companions without thinking, healing them.
He must have lost consciousness the moment he crossed the portal.
He remembered the moment he fell unconscious.
“But why did he pass out?”
Unsure why, Sejun took out the portal scroll.
And then
“What?! The picture—”
Sejun noticed that the family portrait on the front of the portal had changed.
Sejun’s face was clearly visible.
Hmph. He’s so handsome.
Se-joon complimented himself.
“Huh?”
There are other kids?
We notice that Vesugu, Sikduk-gu, and Kabuto have been added to the picture, but they weren’t there when the portrait was made.
Vesugu, Siddhukku, and Kabuto begged to have their portraits drawn, and Amur hastily filled them in.
The portrait of the Sejun family is finally complete.
I’m sleepy and need to sleep a little longer.
Sejun lay down again.
Aang.
He put the world’s energy into Camangi’s mouth. I was going to help him apologise in my sleep.
Hmph.
Kamangi giggled in his sleep, thinking that what was in his mouth was food.
Black Tower 99th Floor.
A week after returning to the Black Tower from <Sekh>.
“Mmm.”
It’s a bit clearer now.
Sejun stretched as he woke up in the morning.
For the past few days, Sejun had been suffering from the shock of the Creator’s presence.
Normally, he would have been able to recover more quickly.
But
[The tower’s manager says he worked hard to make it for you].
[The tower’s manager says he put only good things in it, so it must be good for you].
“Okay—thank you. I’ll eat it.”
Eileen’s cooking took me longer to recover. I felt better physically, but the mental blow was—!
This is all because of the Creator!
After hearing the reason for his fainting spell through Kamangi, Sejun blamed the Creator.
Within a week, he had completely recovered his body and mind.
“Nang—”
KING—!
Theo and Kamang lead the family outside and into the kitchen.
(Stir-frying slime meat and garlic with leech seaweed)
From the shoulder of Sejun 12 who was cooking, the excited voice of Bae Bae could be heard singing the seaweed soup song.
<I was so lucky to have Sejun 12 before I left for Sek.
He cooked meals for me and listened to me sing.
At that time
“Please add sesame oil~”
Se-joon interrupts and drastically reduces the quality of the song.
Padak.Padak.
(Bae Bae?! Se-joon, are you up?)
The bat flapped its wings happily and landed on Sejun’s hand.
“Yep. How’s your day going, bat?”
(Batbat! Yes!)
Sejun stroked its head and talked to it.
While talking to Se-joon, the belly dozed off, and then
Bae Ro Long.
It fell asleep completely.
Se-joon stroked its head some more, then put it on his shoulder.
Grrrr.
Bae Bae’s stomach turned and he fell asleep in earnest.
After a while.
“Let’s get going, then.”
After breakfast, Sejun and the others travelled to the first floor of the Blue Tower.
Now that they were well rested, it was time to get back to work.
The Land of Destruction.
“How did you get away?”
Tarak, who had almost taken over the body of Ruin, said in a rueful voice. But his expression was anything but regretful.
On the contrary, it was amused. At having something new to do.
Cackle. Even so, you can’t get out of here, and neither can I.
“Find it!”
At Corruption’s command, the aura of destruction scattered from the ground like a raging hound.
