The Life of a Wise Cult Leader - Chapter 186

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Chapter 186

When I woke up, it was a complete mess.

What I had seen in the memory fragments of the Forgotten Gods….

That damn Angel was beating up our kids!

I very naturally molded my friend’s ribs with the authority of creation and aimed. Then, like an egg put in a microwave, the Angel burst without even making a sound.

Oh…. So this is what being a God is like….

Everyone stared blankly at that scene and looked at me with disheveled appearances.

I felt sorry for a moment. If only I had come to my senses a little earlier, things would have been easier.

Recently, I kept repeating the cycle of regaining consciousness only to sink back into oblivion. Without the additional contract with the God of Darkness, even my ego might have been annihilated.

The power of the swarming Forgotten Gods was too strong. It was like trying to survive in a storm with just a piece of plank.

Anyway, I opened my mouth…. Did I open my mouth? Well, I spoke.

“Do not fear and raise your heads.”

…Huh?

I was dumbfounded by what I had said and blinked my eyes…. Do I have eyes? Well, I blinked and such.

But why is my speech being filtered like this?

I just told them not to be scared because they were trembling…?

Why did it turn into such a stern, solemn, serious tone?

If this was the system window’s final struggle to establish divine authority, I would give it full credit. But to manipulate my psychology and even change my speech like this before disappearing?

I wanted to tell Cel, who recommended the system, to come out right now, but it didn’t work. It seems the system Cel has permanently said goodbye after getting thoroughly mixed up inside me.

But it’s fine. The real Cel is doing well anyway. If I do additional research with Professor Ellara, I can now truly ‘alchemize’ Cel.

“S-Savior…?”

Cardil muttered with a dazed expression. It was quite funny seeing him like that. I would have laughed before, but even though I found it amusing, I couldn’t laugh.

I molded the long, annoying reed properly and hung it somewhere on my body as an accessory, then bestowed the most familiar ether to those who were gasping for breath. It was the power of healing.

The disheveled ones quickly wiped away dirt and blood and filled their torn flesh with new skin.

Professor Ellara, who had carried Gretchin out, crawled out of the pit.

“Huff huff.”

Rolling around.

Professor Ellara, who was breathing heavily while putting Gretchin down on the completely flattened ground, rolled around.

A mage researcher doing such things…!

When I bestowed the power of purification to wipe away the dirt, his eyes began to sparkle. The androgynous-looking crimson mad scientist put on his broken glasses and rushed toward me.

I tapped his forehead to stop the frenzied mage, took his glasses, stylishly repaired them, and put them back on him.

“Since I have returned here, there is no need for such haste, is there not?”

It was an arrogant tone, but thanks to the divine buff, I thought it sounded quite reasonable even to myself.

“You’ve returned, right? Ascetic…. Right?”

I couldn’t remember what they had done when my consciousness was submerged.

Only some fragments would occasionally surface like dreams…. They were just hazy memories. Things that would scatter and become unmemorable again if I didn’t concentrate on recalling them.

“If I am not the Savior, your Ascetic, then what else could I possibly be?”

“You’ve returned….”

Yelena knelt down and wept loudly. Celestia’s expression was much the same.

“I would never abandon my children and leave, would I not? So do not grieve any longer.”

This automatic translator-like filtering was devouring my will and arbitrarily adding layers of sanctity.

I was about to close my mouth in frustration when Erendor withdrew his flames and strode over.

“Haha! That’s just like the Ascetic! I knew it when you blew up that pale bastard in one shot!”

Erendor, still not having calmed down from his excitement, was huffing and puffing as he slapped my shoulder.

Whoosh-

“Ah, hot!”

Erendor was startled and pulled his hand away. The protective barrier around my body had automatically reacted and repelled him.

It wasn’t intentional. My body just automatically had a rejection reaction saying ‘How dare you touch the divine body?’

S-sorry, Erendor. I’m still not good at controlling this power….

I was flustered and tried to apologize. But.

“My flesh is not of mortal kind, so if you touch it carelessly, you might get hurt.”

Aaaah! Aaaaah! Ah, the automatic filtering!

“…Oh.”

Erendor made a stunned expression, then soon giggled and scratched his head.

“Bro, I mean Savior sir. Your speech has changed to sound like someone from the very top of heaven? Well, it’s cool and nice though?”

Things I can do now that I’ve become a God:

1. Creation of heaven and earth (knockoff)

2. Making people (knockoff)

3. Bringing darkness (restricted)

4. Etc….

But why can’t I even speak my own words properly!

I wanted to ask if everyone had been healthy and well, but it seemed better for my mental health to just keep my mouth shut.

Yelena, who was still crying loudly, slumped down and muttered a name as if letting it slip.

“Kalebrin….”

Ah. Come to think of it….

I looked around. Kalebrin wasn’t there.

Maybe she couldn’t come because she was doing something else.

I searched for Kalebrin’s whereabouts.

“My little sheep, where is Kalebrin?”

No one answered.

With an ominous feeling, I urged them.

“Why does only silence flow? Do not hide it and speak.”

No, this isn’t it.

‘Hey, tell me quickly. There’s really nothing wrong, right? Huh? She went to the bathroom, right? She just went out for a drink, right?’

That’s what I wanted to say!

My insides were burning to ashes, but the sounds coming out of my mouth were as calm as a sage who had mastered all worldly affairs.

Please ask urgently! Aaaah!

Yelena, who had been closest to Kalebrin here, hesitated. Erendor was putting away his greatsword and scratching the back of his head.

It was ultimately Yelena who spoke.

“On the day of the Savior’s execution…. Do you remember when you were incompletely resurrected…?”

I don’t.

Do you know about childhood amnesia? It’s the inability to remember things before age 3-4, and that incident felt the same way to me.

Since there’s a causal relationship, I definitely died and was resurrected, and there must have been things I commanded and planned as the ‘Ascetic’ to get to this point, so I can roughly guess what happened.

But it means I have no memory of it.

I spoke with the meaning that I didn’t know.

“Having opened my eyes in chaos, the fleeting memories scattered like morning mist.”

If I had heard this, I would have said ‘What’s he saying? Hey, don’t use so many metaphors and similes, just speak straight,’ but Yelena, who had learned divine law, understood perfectly.

“At that time, Kalebrin used sorcery to save the Savior…. Using a demon as sacrifice….”

A demon? She used a demon as sacrifice to save me?

Worried that I might not understand the situation, Yelena continued her rambling explanation.

“When the Savior blocked Lumensia to save us, the resurrection wasn’t complete yet. But using such great power in that state caused the new body to melt away. If left alone, you would have died….”

Ah, hearing this, I feel like I might remember. Certainly….

“So the Widow took Kalebrin and…. Using the demon as sacrifice, cast sorcery…. Something, the Savior became strange somehow…. Not answering, just, like that…. Having forgotten everything completely….”

Yelena was depressed and sad. Damn! I’m so, so, so sorry! If only I had told you the prophecy, you would have been relieved! No, if I had done that, everything would have gotten tangled up and ruined anyway!

‘Damn~ The prophecy didn’t show me this kind of thing!’

Even now, the prophecy function is probably locked and unusable. And that’s not even prophecy or anything! It’s just similar to combining the brains of the Forgotten Gods + data values from the first world to tell you the most probable situation!

“Kalebrin…. thought she had completely ruined the Ascetic, and thinking that the Ascetic had forgotten all promises with her, she went somewhere.”

Ah….

Promise.

I felt guilt for recklessly making blank check promises and deceiving Kalebrin into coming with me during those desperate times when I was struggling to survive. The guilt grew like a stake driven into my newly formed heart.

“But actually, that’s because Gretchin has the heart, right…? So now I can go meet Kalebrin. I’ll tell her it’s not her fault.”

I bowed my head slightly.

This isn’t the time for this. I just need to bring Kalebrin back right away. I can explain that it was all a misunderstanding…

And now I’ll really return the forest to Kalebrin. Though I can’t bring back her family or friends…

Even as a god, there’s nothing I can really do. Well, what did I expect from someone like me.

I nodded to Yelena. Let’s go get her.

“The time has come to return the lost lamb to the shepherd’s embrace.”

Ah, this damn filtering.

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“So you encountered the Widow’s assassination squad?”

“Encountered and killed them.”

Lord Alderion lying in bed was burning with fever. The wounds were severe enough that his life would have ended on the spot if not for the Young Lady’s dedicated priest – only the Savior knows how long his lifeline truly is.

It took a total of 2 days – one day for treating and handling House Alderion’s affairs, and the next day to see if there was any more information to extract from the corpses.

“The Widow…”

The Young Lady placed her hand on her chin and pondered. Austin Gerard realized through this attack just how flawed his recent plan had been.

And that he had slightly more talent for using his body than his mind…

Austin Gerard decided to appoint a strategist to replace his own thinking.

That would be the Young Lady.

A strategist who knew all these facts and could match wits equally with the Widow.

Even a young power holder who was unilaterally organizing this chaotic situation while solidifying her position.

She had connections in the dark side and her eye for talent was truly top-class.

However.

The Widow had prevented her from ascending to the throne.

The Young Lady realized the necessity of eliminating the Widow. The Widow probably felt the same way.

The reason these two, who thought this way, hadn’t sent assassins after each other.

Because they were competent.

The only card the Widow, who couldn’t step forward to handle this chaotic situation, could use was the Young Lady. Even if it meant strengthening the Young Lady’s power.

The Young Lady felt the same.

To control the ‘unknown forces,’ she needed the Widow, and for the sake of the Banquet Hall, she still needed the Widow for now.

And she hadn’t yet fully discovered what the Widow was hiding.

If the Widow died like this, she would be swept away by the current like a long-held dam bursting. No matter how much algae floated on that dam’s surface. For now, she had to support all these problems.

Her eyes sparkled as she already knew all the information Austin Gerard possessed without him having to say it.

“Then let’s do it this way.”

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