Chapter 51
Title: Sometimes I lose track of time when playing Ragnarok.. lol;
-Outside, I'm counting down every second until I can leave work
But in the Game, since it's on Constellation time, building a castle or a city is just a few minutes' work.
And if you throw some cash at it, instant completion is totally possible, so
Damn, I want to live a chill life too;
└Can't really chill though..
└(A picture of a dog character staring intensely)
└What the heck is that meme?
└If you don't know, just laugh
└Ah, lol
└You've become chill-pilled」
Title: Just casually decorated my Religious Order with an undead theme
(Picture of customization filled with skeletal decorations)
-How does it look?
└Holy crap, scared me for a second;
└This guy was told to save the world, and he's doing a complete reverse charge.
└FYI: The game developers never forced any particular playstyle on the players.
└True. The main story is there if you want to clear it, and if not, you can leave it. ㅇㅇ
└How long did it take to make all that?
└Uh... 30 minutes?
└?
└???
└Damn, just how much did you spend, sir?
└Please just buy me an ice cream
└Decorating is up to the Constellation, right?~」
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A massive wave of Mana, signaling the appearance of a Dungeon, spread across the world.
Magic Beasts sensitive to the disturbance were startled, and the Mana detectors atop the magic towers malfunctioned.
The cost of the resulting damage, of course, was billed to Ron, who had the status of an Absolute Being.
However, the world's attention wasn't focused on such butterfly effects.
The unprecedented scale of the Mana, its quality, and the wave itself.
Anyone who wasn't a fool, especially the big players manipulating the world, were convinced something was seriously wrong—
In the Regarium Kingdom.
There, where recent activity had been focused on demonstrating piety to a certain Constellation,
The power brokers from all corners of the world gathered.
"...So."
In the conference hall, convened to discuss countermeasures against the Dungeon, a Beast-man, taking the form of a large animal, opened its maw and spoke in human language.
-Wooong...
To be precise, it was thanks to the interpretation artifact beside him.
"Our tribe intends to organize a subjugation force immediately."
The head of the Beast-man Nation, known for their belligerent nature, wanted the source of this anomaly eradicated at once.
"Please calm down."
However, a woman with an elegant voice interjected, stopping the Beast-man.
"As the chief knows, the scale of this Dungeon is unusual, and there's much to be concerned about."
"Delaying action could lead to a Dungeon Break."
With a Mana wave of that magnitude, the Magic Beasts and Monsters lurking within were undoubtedly formidable.
The real disaster would be if those monsters escaped and wreaked havoc.
"....”
Various leaders, in diverse forms, sat around the massive round table.
Among them, a middle-aged man with long ears spoke.
"While I dislike the Beast-man's aggressive approach, I must agree with their sentiment this time."
It was rare for Elves, brimming with pride, to side with another race.
"The World Tree Constellation desires the Dungeon's subjugation."
It was because of their Constellation's will.
At the weighty justification of the "Constellation," sighs of understanding rippled through the room.
Only such an Elf, favored by a Constellation, could make such a statement.
Very few throughout the world could directly claim to carry out a Constellation's will.
Even among the highest-ranking rulers of each nation, those who truly communicated with Constellations could be counted on one hand.
For living beings, a Constellation was akin to a cheat code.
The Constellation wants it done. Any objections? Are you a heretic?
The Elf Elder was using this very tactic to dominate the room.
"And furthermore."
The Elf Elder, not content to stop there, pressed on.
"To honor the World Tree Constellation's will, we intend to form an independent Dungeon subjugation force."
The Constellation wants the Dungeon cleared. Object and be branded a heretic.
Hearing this, Edmund twitched his lips.
'What's so special about barely overhearing a few words?'
He had directly conversed with the Incarnation of that very being, sharing a deep emotional connection.
Not only had he achieved one of his ancestors' long-held aspirations, but he had also secured centuries of blessings for his kingdom.
And who was this being?
'Father God, please look upon this poor lamb.'
"A-hem."
While no one dared to voice an opinion, Edmund seized the opportunity and cleared his throat.
"...?"
All eyes in the room immediately turned to him.
The Elf Elder, noticing his presumptuous posture, subtly twitched an eyebrow.
"I'm afraid that's not possible."
The King of humanity, a devout follower of the Father God and peace, expressed his clear disapproval.
"Are you defying the Constellation's will?"
"I'm not so foolish as to defy the will of the exalted ones. I simply stated what must be done first in this situation."
"And what exactly is that supposed to be–"
"Our Absolute Being, the Father God. Isn't He the Lord God who should be addressed first in the face of this world crisis?"
They all knew.
Who had returned to this world, and what the Divine Status he demonstrated signified.
The Constellation who had not only reduced millions of Undead to ashes but also purified them.
The Constellation who had summoned his Incarnation to the Regarium Kingdom, bestowing a great blessing upon them when they faced a grave crisis.
"I've heard the stories."
The woman who had been conversing with the Beast-man chief turned her attention to Edmund.
In truth, this was one of her primary objectives.
She needed to understand the connection, the relationship with the 'Absolute Being,' in greater detail.
“The Father God of all. The greatest Constellation who once saved us from the ‘Great Disaster.’”
The ‘Star Owner’ who bestowed great grace upon all living beings in this world, including humans.
“If I ever have the chance, I would like to have the honor of meeting Him.”
“The Father God loves everyone, so surely there will be an opportunity.”
Edmund’s expression held a subtle air of superiority as he spoke.
‘...This old man, getting all excited in his twilight years.’
The woman hid her dark thoughts thoroughly, giving a slight smile to the King of Regarium.
“May the Constellation’s blessings be with you.”
And then, she willingly added a blessing for his future.
The recent growth of the Regarium Kingdom had been remarkable.
Of course, it was a nation supported by the greatest God in the world.
Edmundo Carsein, backed by the brilliance of the Constellation, began to exert even greater diplomatic influence.
-The most righteous God, the God everyone should follow.
The old man, who until recently had maintained a skeptical attitude towards Constellations, had become a fervent follower overnight, spreading His name.
“So, what exactly is it that you, a faithful servant of the Father God, have to say?”
The Elf Elder felt compelled to step forward, as it seemed like endless praise would continue otherwise.
“Forming an independent subjugation force at this time could cause chaos in each nation.”
Edmund, returning from a follower of the Parent God Order to the King of Regarium, replied.
“Even so, we can’t just wait for the Dungeons to erupt, can we? Everyone here…”
The Elf Elder glanced around at the crowd and continued.
“I don't need to elaborate on what the Dungeons have taken from us.”
Though of different races, they all lived in the same world.
The Dungeons were not simply about rewards and the inherent dangers of obtaining them—
Everyone knew very well that if they were not dealt with immediately, they would escalate into natural disasters that would engulf them all.
Part of the Beast-man Nation’s territory had been annihilated by a Dungeon Break.
There was also a time when a demon that escaped from a Dungeon had taken root in the Empire, nearly leading to its ruin.
“…”
The woman’s expression turned icy as she listened.
No matter how old he was, or how loved he was by the Constellation, she couldn't overlook him directly exposing her nation’s shame.
Known as the Iron-Blooded Princess, she could not stand to see her proud Empire insulted.
‘Idiots who believe their own race is superior to all others.’
That was her internal impression of the ‘Elves.’
The atmosphere in the conference hall grew colder, along with the increasingly uncomfortable Elf Elder.
Amidst this, there was one person who watched them with a satisfied expression—
‘Oh, Father God.’
Edmundo Carsein.
Though a recent convert, he was a man confident in his ability to execute his Lord God's will, second to none.
‘The foolish lambs who need Your guidance are right here, Lord God.’
He had long awaited this.
Now that the Dungeons threatening the world were open, this was the crucial time for everyone to unite.
This was the moment when Edmund’s sharp instincts, honed from surviving in this desperate world, came into play.
“The discussion about the subjugation force will continue.”
However, it was right for him to continue to mediate between them so that one faction wouldn’t monopolize the achievements against the crisis.
‘All this glory to You…’
Edmund vowed deep within his heart.
He would attribute all future events to the Parent God Order.
The person in question, ‘Ron,’ was completely unaware.
Life wasn't meant to flow smoothly like water.
#
Time passed.
“…Huh?”
A new Dungeon of unprecedented danger, opened after hundreds of years.
Subjugation forces from each nation began to arrive, one by one, centered around this Dungeon—
Eventually, they even formed an allied force and started settling around the Dungeon.
A second Dungeon City, or something even larger.
As if a landmark had been erected, activities for conquering the Dungeon began to flourish in a way that was hard to believe.
[Black Sun's Incarnation: What’s with this momentum…?]
“Woo-hoo!! The Father God commands us!”
“Holy War! It’s a Holy War!!”
“Exterminate the vile demons of the Dungeon!”
The new Dungeon, created for leisurely Play and enjoyment.
Having lost its original intent, it was now overflowing with challengers due to the followers who worshipped the Father God.
[Dungeon Progress: 68%]
In just three months, the end of the Dungeon was in sight.
“What about the other Religious Orders?”
[Child of the Lost Star: They haven't arrived yet.]
“Oh.”
The progress was too fast.
It wasn't a matter of worrying about them being late… but the sacred relics and various rewards I had prepared to entice the Constellations were about to be plundered.
“This wasn't part of the plan.”
I didn't know my Dungeon would be this popular.
Even with the possibility of Infinite Regression, who would hesitate to face death?
“Woo-hoo! I’m not afraid to die! The Father God is with us!!”
“Uh, guys.”
Watching my followers rampaging on the screen, I felt a brief wave of dizziness.
…It seemed I needed to slow down their progress temporarily.