Chapter 144
A Transmigrator’s Privilege
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âSoâ¦â¦The origin of this world lies in books, and Iâ¦â¦â
I inhale a lungful of air, then exhaled.
âI was transmigrated in a character from the book.â
A lengthy explanation began.
About the novel called RUSW, the public project of Mass Transmigration made by the Gods, and the series of events that led me to transmigrate.
I chose my words with the utmost care and tried to sound as refined as possible.
Maybe, because I paid too much attention, my voice, echoing through the room was lower than usual as if it were somehow choked.
Agnes listened in silence with an expressionless face for what seemed to be a long time.
The truth that a novel or fictional world forms the basis of reality, for the people of this world, would be considered more than violence or insult, it would be treason against existence.
Especially if you believe in God.
At some point, after the explanation was over, I studied Agnesâ expression in silence.
Around the time I was thinking that her seemingly calm appearance was somewhat dangerous.
She finally opened her mouth.
âYes. Agnes is real, just as I am real.â
ââ¦â¦â
Agnesâs eyes were tense as if she was about to be sentenced for some kind of sin.
I shook my head.
âI also found out today, but I donât think thatâs the case.â
âGrandma of All Things gave the answer. Itâs impossible for a God to create a God, and there was a predecessor in charge of building this world.â
âI donât know if it was an accident or a change of name, but âStrict Order and Goodwillâ do exist. And they abandoned the world they had created. I donât know if itâs to stay true to the original settingâ¦..or something else.â
So, strictly speaking, it is not an illusion.
Despite the confirmation of Godâs existence, Agnes did not look very happy.
She spoke as if to organize her thoughts.
âYes. In the second half of the original storyâ¦â¦It was a plot twist revealed in the 99th episode.â
As she said the word irresponsible, Agneâs pronunciation was a bit muffled, probably because she was clenching her teeth.
âYes. Because God, who acted exactly like the originalâ¦.â
Right then, Agnes offered a perspective I had never thought of.
ââ¦â¦Ah.â
A groan spontaneously escaped from my mouth.
Are all the settings and Godâs actions revealed in Part 2 real?
It makes sense.
This really makes sense.
RUSW stopped serialization once and from that point on, it was divided into parts 01 and 02.
The first part is up to the 85th episode, which was a normal world-saving plot, and the second part is from the 86th episode, which is focused on a waste setting where the protagonist is a frustrated victim who canât escape from regression even after saving the world.
And the 1st and 2nd parts were completely different.
So maybeâ¦â¦
âIsnât RUSW Part 2 a story written at the same time as the beginning of this worldâs dimensionalization by the predecessor?â
I arrived at such an idea based on assumptions.
Originally, the predecessor, âStrict Order and Goodwillâ, would have created a world based on Part 1, where the protagonist saves the world and ends the plot neatly.
However, as that God jumped out, an error occurred in the main character and the world, making them flawed.
Thesilidâs regression ending condition, âThe world must be savedâ, which exists in the novel, and the law of dimensionality that exists in the divine world, âA world without God will perish without being able to envision a futureâ, were cleverly intertwined with each other, and the return of Thesilid was activated again.
âThatâs why the second part, which didnât originally exist, was born.â
Ah, I guess this is what it feels like to get hit in the head deep enough to have your brain smashed.
âSigh.â
Yes, this was it. This was the answer.
âWow, reallyâ¦â¦.oh, my god, Iâ¦â¦â
âYeah, thatâs exactly how it feels. What would I have done without Agnes? Even if I get hit later I canât complain, I almost got into trouble without knowing something this big?â
Just look at how the message window is dead quiet.
âExcuse me, Gods?â
[âThe Eyes that watch over the chaos of all thingsâ rolls his eyes away as much as possible.]
[âThe Critic who adjusts the balanceâ only sips his coffee, unaware that his tongue is burning.]
[âThe Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trialsâ hastily enters the tower saying he will practice closed training.]
[âThe Scales that Judges the Soulâ pokes the side of the âThe World-building Godâ.]
[âThe World-building Godâ curses at an unidentified deity of unknown whereabouts, asking if he was the son of the president*.]
[âThe Spoiler Inspectorâ closes the mouth of the âWorld-Building Godâ and watches the other gods with narrowed eyes.]
*Note: World God is probably relating that God to a Son of a Conglomerate that is always messing around.
These guys are shaking carrots as a group.
The level of difficulty, which would have been around S-level if it had been completed with part 1, became an SS-level difficulty when part 2 was written and Reed was born.
I donât know if this was the case of me giving up because it was originally a novel like this, but when I realized that my situation is far from that example, I felt very wronged.
[âThe Critic who adjusts the balanceâ coughs in vain, saying that the reality you face does not change, so think positively.]
[âThe World-building Godâ says that even though is like this, he gently comforts you saying he was preparing a reward for you these days.]
In a way, World God is also a victim, suffering because of his predecessor. When they comfort me in a situation where I need to be comforted, I have no choice but to soften my heart.
But apart from that, Iâm still frustrated.
If the Transmigrator feels this wronged, what kind of feelings will the regressor have?
âHaaaâ¦â¦â
I let out a big sigh towards the sky as if to make it reach the Divine World.
Agnesâ call snapped me out of my reverie.
Her voice was filled with a sense of tension and hesitation. I was a little puzzled because it wasnât like her.
âWhatâs wrong, Agnes?â
âYes.â
âAll right. Go ahead, Agnes.â
Is this a very serious matter? I focused and waited for her next words.
ââ¦â¦â
After a moment, I opened my arms.
âWelcome, Sister Agnes.â
That day Agnes was converted.
To the magnificent and wonderful Church of the World God.
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Meanwhile at that time.
âDamn youâ¦â¦âStrict Order and Goodwillââ¦â¦.â
Thesilid fell to the floor coughing up blood.
It wasnât the first time heâd experienced this organ-crushing force.
It was the same recoil that struck him âIn the Library of All Thingsâ where he had helped the Bible of Truth search for the whereabouts of the sloppy disk.
Only then was he punished because he challenged God, but this time even though he did nothing he had to suffer like.
âThey said you left this world behindâ¦â¦who the hell owns the save pointâ¦â¦â
Can you really be this cheap?
Oh, they are also very big on unfair favoritism.
âCough!â
Thesilid vomited another handful of blood and rummaged through his arms with trembling hands.
What came out was a small glass bottle, a potion given to him by Ellet in âThe Bottom of Pandoraâsâ dungeon.
He swallowed every last drop.
Befitting a top-notch healing potion, he felt that his internal wounds were quickly healed.
It was fortunate that he had the potion she gave him. Otherwise, he would have had to use the magic sword to heal his frail body.
Of course, if that were the case, the problem would be biggerâ¦â¦
âBecause I canât give up on this episode.â
Wiping the blood from his mouth with his uniformâs sleeve, he managed to raise his upper body.
The handsome man sitting against the wall bent his head back.
He prayed for a long time towards a deceitful being that would be somewhere beyond the ceiling, beyond the sky, beyond dimensions.
âIâll be a good boy, soâ¦â¦let me stay longer in this episodeâ¦â¦.â
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The next day, my official schedule as The Chosen One began.
I had to greet the nobles of the Principality of Hispenril who came to the capital, visit the Golden Ivory Tower, a landmark of the capital Peronsa, and ride a parade carriage all the way around the city.
Naturally, I had to be accompanied by Thesilid, the only member of my Order of Paladins and the owner of the Holy Sword, on all schedules.
But he skipped breakfast and never knocked on my door until it was time to leave.
He was the type of person who always showed up well in advance of his appointments and waited.
I went directly to Thesilidâs room.
He was just leaving out of the door when he found me and greeted me in a weakly voice.
âHello, Eliâ¦â¦â
âTerry?â
It really was.
Thesilid staggered his steps and leaned against the wall.
I rushed over and supported his body.
âWhat is this? Are you sick? Whatâs wrong with your complexion?â
âIâm fineâ¦cough.â
âBlood?!â
The palm of his hand that briefly covered his mouth was tainted in blood.
I immediately poured heals on him, and Thesilidâs face relaxed.
âWhat the hell happened?â
âI donât know either.â
âIf you donât know, who does?â
âI really donât know.â
I swallowed hard at what would have been another question. He looked so exhausted.
Donât tell me thereâs a chronic disease I donât know.
âWhatâs wrong with him all of a sudden?â
[âThe Spoiler Inspectorâ says that he will start an investigation soon.]
[âThe World-building Godâ gets annoyed, asking what kind of bug is the main character made of.]
[âThe Supreme Merchant of All Thingsâ is deep in thought as she puffs her smoking pipe.]
[âThe World-building Godâ asks âThe Supreme Merchant of All Thingsâ what is she doing here.]
[âThe Spoiler Inspectorâ replies that he called.]
I anxiously ask his intentions.
âDo you want to rest? I can handle the schedule myself. Sir Rex is there if you want to stay.â
âNo, Iâm coming with you. I canât afford to neglect my responsibilities.â
It felt his firm will to go.
I sighed and went through my inventory.
âThen drink all of this.â
I pushed about five bottles of energizing potion into Thesilidâs stomach.
After making it so that he was full even if he hadnât eaten breakfast, Thesilid seemed to be fine.
Come to think of it, this seems like the second time. I remember he was in a roughly similar state when he came out of the âLibrary of All Thingsâ after fighting against Elantia.
While I was thinking so, Thesilid called my attention.
âWeâre going to be late. Letâs go.â
From this point on, a hard day began.
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