The Life of a Wise Cult Leader - Chapter 189

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Chapter 189

Gretchin burst into tears the moment he saw me.

Thinking about how much mental anguish he must have endured, I hugged him like Kalebrin would to comfort him.

To be born as a tender-hearted F in this harsh, cruel, and barbaric medieval era and suffer all kinds of hardships – it really tastes bitter.

Gretchin had suffered so much mental anguish that he had almost become a complete wreck of a person.

He even thought that me putting the heart in was punishment! Everyone did!

They thought I had cut flesh and bone, then put the heart in and out and in… as punishment!

‘Of course, I did put on some airs when talking to Yelena…’

If that were the case, I would have left Gretchin to die instead of taking out his heart and suturing him back up!

Anyway…

It became an opportunity to reflect on whether I really had such a heinously evil image.

And changing Eon’s name to Gretchin…

I just gave him a temporary name thinking that changing nicknames was essential for hiding one’s identity…

I had no idea it would have such side effects…

I really didn’t know…

When a god kindly changes a name, it has such effects? Wait, was I a god back then? Huh? Am I not human?

I think I vaguely heard something about this from Ife…

Come to think of it, this whole mess happened because the nick search didn’t work due to what seemed like a trivial nickname change.

I told Yelena to find Eon,

[Player Search: Eon]

[Player not found.]

And this is what happened!

It was truly an unexpected situation.

It was really an unforgivable mistake even if I banged my head several times, but my truly generous friends and family didn’t seem to notice.

“Come on, hurry hurry!”

After seeing and comforting Gretchin, I was led to the laboratory by Professor Ellara’s rough hands as she stamped her feet like a dog that needed to pee.

When the door to the Magic Tower research lab opened, it revealed what could truly be called a mad scientist’s laboratory.

Unknown liquids were boiling, green and purple steam was rising, and inside the cylindrical containers…

‘What is that…?’

With a subtle sense of unease, I examined it with the Sage’s divine power – it was a homunculus.

I felt a grotesque sensation as if a mouse that had eaten fingernails was mimicking only half of my face.

Made from my blood… Ugh, grotesque.

Normal Hanbul Park’s mentality was disgusted. However, my multiple selves were accepting it, thinking ‘what’s wrong with that?’

‘Right. If I was going to create a body for Cel anyway, this would have been an unavoidable process.’

Going further inside and opening another door revealed a dark room.

From my position of being able to enjoy the power of darkness, it felt like my own bedroom.

In the room that felt like swimming in lukewarm water, there was something containing familiar ether.

Professor Ellara lit a classic gas lamp that was placed next to the door.

“I haven’t given it a name yet, but it would be an incomparable honor if the Savior would name it!”

The gas lamp illuminated the figure inside the glass tube filled with water.

The face revealed under the gas lamp’s light was, shockingly, ‘me.’

To be precise, it was a face that mixed Hanbul Park and Sernuan half and half.

Jet black but long hair. It seemed to have an Asian face, but looked more like Cel’s face.

“Though I wonder where the black hair came from.”

A pure white body that had never seen light and thus never tanned, a body slightly swollen from floating in water.

“Well! How is it? Did I meet your expectations?”

Sernuan floating in the glass tube looked like someone captured by a mad scientist and subjected to terrible experiments.

“I extracted and cultivated only the purest traits from the Savior’s blood! The musculoskeletal system was designed to be flexible to best accept mana, and the neural circuits were modified to react faster than most Archmages!”

Professor Ellara boasted while spitting.

“Honestly speaking, this is my life’s masterpiece! To clone a god’s body! This might get me captured and burned at the stake if reported to the Magic Academy, but as a scholar, there’s no greater ecstasy than this! Hahahahahahaha!”

So she knows it’s something that could get her burned at the stake. Yet she steadily proceeded with this research – perhaps Professor Ellara’s madness has transcended humanity.

Anyway, the body was ready.

What remained was filling this empty shell with its ‘contents.’ The most crucial and difficult task I had postponed.

My consciousness, perhaps mixed with the system in the depths of my soul, and the artificial intelligence Cel that had been coordinating that system.

Though the system’s binding disappeared when I gained divine power, Cel still remained within me, assisting me. The remaining filtering function was probably the reason.

Then, like picking out a single grain of rice from an endless beach of sand, how could I purely extract only Cel, who was mixed with my soul, and put him into that body?

Though it seemed like a difficult problem, it wasn’t that hard for the current me.

Even if limited by the constraints of physical form, I could borrow the primordial power of ‘creation’ that once opened heaven and earth, if only for a fleeting moment.

When I could cut open living flesh and manipulate hearts at will, how could I not be able to separate one soul fragment dwelling within me?

Of course, after using it, I’d probably collapse sick or my body would disintegrate again, but anyway.

Previously, this was a completely hopeless task with no discernible method. Since I could revive Sernuan with just collapsing sick, I had more than enough reasons to do it.

And even if I separated Sernuan, nothing major would happen.

Ife whispered from beside my neck, inside the overturned robe hood.

{Will you really do it?}

From the beginning, not doing it was never an option.

I put my hand inside my robe.

Zap!

A chilling thrill penetrated my entire body. The heterogeneous and cold, yet more reliable than anyone, blue light waves mixed with my essence caught at my fingertips.

In the dark room, only the blue flames flickering in my hand cast a gentle light.

Calm and deeply settled. The flickering flames might be fire, but they were cold. And they pulsed regularly, giving a tranquil feeling.

“Ooh…! This, this could be considered the source of divinity! My goodness! To think I’d see this with my own two eyes! This close!”

I gazed at the blue flames quietly burning on my palm.

They weren’t hot. Like holding a newborn chick, or holding the world’s smallest and most precious jewel.

The regular thump, thump vibration that tickled my palm.

The pale body submerged in water, mixing me and Sernuan half and half. I reached my hand toward that empty chest.

The reinforced glass blocking the way became as faint as mist before my will. My hand slipped into the homunculus’s chest as smoothly as cutting through air, without any resistance from the water.

“…”

I was careful. Lest this small flame be extinguished. Lest this tender new body be startled.

I slowly opened my clenched hand.

The blue flame flickered in the water and seeped into the homunculus’s white chest. Like embers transferring to dry kindling, very naturally and smoothly.

Swoosh…

The blue light completely disappeared into the ribcage.

For a moment, silence.

And then.

Thump.

A small but clear wave traveled through the water in the glass tube.

Thump, thump.

What had been merely a created body, just a lump of protein, the pale cheeks began to show faint color. The stopped heart began pumping, carrying warm warmth through the blood vessels.

I kept my hand on the glass tube, watching that miraculous beginning of life.

“Finally! Now! At this moment! The history of life creation begins!”

Professor Ellara stretched both hands toward the air and shouted with overflowing madness.

Soon after, the eyelids with jet-black eyelashes twitched inside the glass tube, then opened.

The eye color was… silver.

Since it mixed black and white eyes, silver eyes made sense.

The lips, now more reddish than before, parted. Then, with a surprised expression, he flailed about inside the glass tube.

I signaled to Professor Ellara.

When Professor Ellara pulled the lever, the culture solution in the glass tube drained to the floor with a loud noise.

“Cough! Hack! Gasp… gasp…”

Sernuan leaned against the glass tube wall and sat down, pushing the first air he’d ever breathed deep into his lungs. Due to being submerged in water, his wet hair stuck to his pale face.

“Gasp, gasp…”

He caught his ragged breath and fumbled at his chest with trembling hands.

I embraced him as he stood there bewildered. Staggering like a newborn foal, he couldn’t even speak properly.

Professor Ellara, from who knows where or perhaps prepared in advance, lit a candle and brought out a mini cupcake.

“Happy birthday!”

I created a blanket and covered him with it. I dried the bewildered Sernuan with a single breath and warmed his cold body to a cozy temperature.

“Uh, uhh…?”

The first syllable was an infant’s babbling.

When I looked at Professor Ellara with an expression that needed explanation, the professor who had become a creator grabbed him and opened his mouth to observe him from various angles.

“Hmm, his oral structure and vocal cords are still immature. It’ll gradually improve as he lives.”

I see.

“More importantly, Savior, have you decided on a name? Haha, I’m also uncomfortable calling him ‘hey,’ ‘this,’ ‘that’ and such!”

“A name befitting a body where two souls became one, combining Sernuan’s light (Lu) and my star (Han)… I wish to call him ‘Luan’… what are your thoughts?”

He raised his head and stared at me intently with silver eyes. His lips, which hadn’t yet learned language, moved slightly.

He tried to say something, then realized he was babbling and felt briefly embarrassed, soon nodding his head up and down.

Long black hair reaching down to his waist and hips swayed gracefully.

Luan seemed pleased with his name, sparkling his silver eyes as he nodded.

Though he couldn’t speak, his eyes remained as intelligent and clear as ever.

I picked him up wrapped in the blanket. I had to take this guy who was still clumsy at walking outside. If I left him to Professor Ellara, she definitely wouldn’t be able to carry him.

When we left the dark laboratory, the transcendence candidates except for Harmony members were crawling through the corridor with haggard faces.

I poured ether into them, nurturing them like water-soaked bean sprouts.

Celestia licked her dry lips and got up. Then she pointed with her finger at Luan, whom I was holding wrapped up like a burrito in the blanket.

“…I feel like I’m asking something obvious, but is he perhaps your son?”

“Idiot, he’s obviously the Saint.”

Erendor, who was sprawled out, picked a fight.

Celestia, who wasn’t even holding her staff, flicked her finger and sent a terrifying lethal magic at Erendor, but when Erendor gave a shout, the magic bounced off. Since it was magic thrown half-jokingly anyway, Celestia didn’t follow up with another attack.

‘Good, things are going smoothly.’

Yelena, who was crawling on the floor, was fine even after getting hit in the head by the deflected magic.

“Uhhhhh.”

She wasn’t fine, she was just too tired to react properly…?

Luan in my arms looked back and forth between them and me.

-‘What did you do to them…!?’

Perhaps because he was a connected child, I could hear his inner thoughts vividly. I shook my head firmly. Those guys are just being dramatic.

-‘That’s a lie… I’ve never seen Sister Yelena struggle this much.’

…Was it really that intense…?

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