Published at 18th of July 2023 06:31:54 AM

Kyaaaaaagh!

I let out an inner scream.

Th-thats nonsense.

With trembling hands, I gripped the sides of the mirror.

I blinked, rubbed my eyes several times, and tried to look again, but the number 1 above my head did not change.

God Grandma, who belatedly picked up her pipe, opened her mouth.

Could it be that civilians were unintentionally sacrificed by your wide-area skill?

No. I never did.

I am neither sloppy nor short-sighted enough to make such a mistake.

My mind raced with confusion.

There were times when I aided and abetted death. This was the case with the Bandit Guild, The Ducks and Drakes, which were offered as sacrifices to the Harpy Queen, and the Knights of The Pillar of Light, which were enemies of Thesilid.

However, if their deaths were counted as my guilt, the number above my head had to go well over double digits to be correct.

It was clear that the Eyesight of Sin only counted deaths in which I had a much higher contribution other than aiding and abetting.

But Ive never been involved in someones death other than The Ducks and Drakes and The Knights of Grace

Then, God Grandma spoke.

Even if it is the same type of indirect murder, karma contribution is calculated differently when using more power or using less power. Power is something that disturbs the peace of the world, so it builds cause and effect in itself.

There really is no one who died because of my Aura nor Divine power.

Im not talking about using the Three Major Powers.

Then?

A demonic power called dungeons is interfering in your world.

Ah

I realized it right away.

My influence in this world through the dungeons.

A slightly muffled voice came out of my mouth.

It means that there were people who died without being able to get out of the dungeon I closed

Yes.

Hah, I guess that just goes to show that sins are better left unsaid.

I became solemn by myself.

I went through the dungeons Id closed myself one by one, excluding those that were stolen by anothers last hit or by external forces.

I started in reverse order from most recent to least.

Was it one of the class or lower dungeons that were conquered during the vacation period? Or was it the Hellkaion Dungeon where the Burst happened? Maybe the Queen Harpys extinct volcanic lair? The Sculptors Atelier?

It was when I was reaching all the way back to the tutorial period.

I suddenly had a question.

Grandma.

Hm.

You know that dungeon where I went to get my save points, what happened to that?

Ah, there.

God Grandma puffed out a long smoke that smelled of a scented candle.

It disappeared as soon as you came out. Its because that dungeon has been neglected for too long without an owner. It was a place that would break with a single blow.

An odd answer.

God Grandma still denies the existence of the being I encountered there, but now, the other side of the question is even more out of place.

Was I the one who broke it with a single hit?

It was a question with no answer, so I came up with all sorts of delusional guesses and speculations.

Agnes kindly comforted me.

Grandma God also added a word.

Dont feel too guilty. The soul should be reborn and is living well by now, right?

Really?

I just said something nice to hear.

Lets talk about something else.

Okay.

God Grandma nodded her head and cooperatively began a new topic.

Hows it going with your boyfriend?

I dont know why were having this conversation again.

Because you have pink hair and Order made the male character, no, I meant to say that the main characters soul design was amazingly well chosen.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

Excuse me, Grandma of All Things.

Why? Do you have any other questions?

Yes.

What is it?

Can a God create a God?

Huh

God Grandma grinned, she seemed to immediately grasp the deep meaning of my question.

When I listened to the words of the Gods, there were times when I felt uncomfortable. Obviously, this world was built on the basis of the RUSW novel.

And Strict order and Goodwill is definitely a God in the novel. However, when referring to this fictional God, World God said that he was a God who left home, while Grandmother of All Things just evaluated this God as a deity good at creating souls.

As if Strict order and Goodwill actually exist, and are equal to them.

No, of course not. Do you have any idea how hard it is to attain godhood?

That means

Just know that there was a predecessor who abandoned the project. I cant tell you more than that.

Psssut, Pssut.

The sound of sudden static grated on my nerves.

Where I moved my gaze, I saw the right arm of God Grandma, which became more and more transparent.

Grandma!

Oops, this precious vessel has been damaged. I might have to make it look differently next time.

Ah, that answer was a heavenly leak. Im, hm, sorry about that.

I wish you knew.

The resolute tone I heard for the first time made me nervous.

Next time, try to be smarter and ask questions that will not get me penalized. Hahaha.

This may be something I should be apologizing for. I deeply reflected on it.

Flicking her smoking pipe with the other hand, God Grandma said as if it was nothing

Cute transmigrator, these are but circumstances of the divine world. Anyway, the world you belong to is real. You just have to think about doing your best to survive and see a happy ending.

I wonder if thats possible?

Well, I should make it possible.

Oh, and.

Yes?

I think your necklace friend is starting to understand our theological terminology, so explain to her well.

Ah.

Thats right, Agnes.

Come to think of it, didnt we use the word Transmigrated quite casually every time we came to the Point Shop?

A slightly raspy voice rang from the necklace.

Yes, of course. I think we have a lot to talk about.

God Grandma turned around first and walked through the main path leading to the back door.

Come on, go on. It looks like my body will pop out from the hole of this vessel. Man will go blind just by seeing the form of God, and go deaf by hearing its voice.

Yes. Take care of yourself, see you later. Thank you.

I bowed and turned to leave the store.

Walking down an alley that blinks white as if urging me, I hurried back to reality.

The first time Agnes felt out of place was when she visited the VIP Point Shop.

It was an otherworldly place, with bizarre dcor, shelves upon shelves of priceless artifacts, and a grandmother goddess who was clearly a heretic.

I have lived long enough to see all kinds of thingsNo, Ive been dead long enough to see all kinds of crazy.

To be honest, she was really surprised but pretended to be looking at things calmly.

Maybe it was because she was very natural and those who forgot her existence finally leaked heavenly secrets.

Shouldnt you be asking if I have a boyfriend first?

Arent you a Rofan ? Your hair is pink.

One word in the middle was particularly difficult to hear.

At first, she let it slide.

It was because Agnes couldnt understand even half of the conversation, as they used a lot of nefarious theological terms befitting a heretic god and a heretic.

Rofan? Sensitivity Gauge? Love Eunuch? Harem? Reverse harem? What are you talking about?

It was a situation where one word could be buried in other cryptic theological terms.

However, they have been repeatedly mentioning it.

Like this.

-Wow. Is it possible to do a second round in the afterlife choice?

Or again, like this.

-Oh, thats for infinite regressors only. Youre a so you dont need it.

Three times she heard a strangely dissonant sound.

Agnes had a hunch that it indicated Ellets true identity.

She even thought of directly asking Ellet.

However, in a situation where the words were filtered out by an unknown force, it seemed that neither she nor Ellet could say anything.

Besides, the timing was off due to an encounter with a creepy being in the dungeon where they went to retrieve the floppy disk.

And the second visit followed.

It was when Ellet went to buy the chalice for the rite and argued over whether or not the God Grandma could read divination.

-There is an aura of conspiracy hanging over your handsome guy. At this rate, he might end up on a rough ride during the upcoming Harvest Festival!

-I know everything because Im a Transmigrator.

A Transmigrator.

The dissonance was finally translated into language. Although the pronunciation was muffled as if the sound was trapped in an airtight box.

Agnes decided to wait a little longer because she thought that hearing it once was not enough to be certain.

And finally today.

-Cute transmigrator, these are but circumstances of the divine world. Anyway, the world you belong to is real. You just have to think about doing your best to survive and see a happy ending.

Her ears were completely open.

It was time to hear an explanation of Ellets identity.

Thanks to the big picture drawn by God Grandma, I was sitting with Agnes right now.

Agnes, who I hadnt seen in a long time, had her arms folded and was staring at me with her purple eyes.

Well, Agnes.

Feeling burdened by the blonde beauty instructors sharp gaze, I raised my hand and spoke as if swearing an oath.

You dont have to look at me with such disbelief. I will tell you everything today, honestly.

Only then did Agnes loosen her expression and arms. Now its time to have some conversation.

Um, well, yes.

[The Spoiler Inspector detect signs of a disturbing conversation and rushes out.]

[The Spoiler Inspector is about to ask if you are pushing your luck to become a second-time offender, but then flinches as he realizes something is off.]

[The Spoiler Inspector is surprised and wonders how the permissible range of heaven leakage for Agnes Azlit was changed to the final stage.]

Since Agnes was bonded to me and was a soul that had no influence on the real world, I was allowed to leak a little bit of information to her from before and thanks to that, I was able to freely talk about the truth of a regressive world.

And today, with the help of the God Grandma, the ban on Transmigrating into novels was lifted.

[The Spoiler Inspector finds out the cause and sighs.]

[The Spoiler Inspector is angry that the Supreme Merchant of All Things used a trick by taking advantage of the lack of surveillance of her private business.]

Presumably, Agnes constant exposure to the conversations between me and the God Grandma seemed to have an effect.

Hmm. It must be a very shocking story for Agnes

Whoa, after that, theres no need to wait anymore, right?

I straightened my posture and opened my mouth.