Unveiling Personal Histories
The Spirit Realm War. She must have realized I'd accept any Main God anyway, so she'll handle it well enough on her own.
The real problem was the ambiguous upper-level spirit gods. They were essentially middle management within the divine realm, and their condition was abysmal.
Their karma is all below the general good threshold. Their authorities are pathetic, yet they act like they own the place. Loyalty oath? Spare me. And even if I suddenly drag these useless creatures with mediocre abilities into the divine realm, how am I supposed to handle the inevitable backlash from the established gods? It's obvious they'll scream about vested interests and start brawling. Damn it! Why do I have to waste brain cells on this? This is the price of taking on divine realm management after the Creator God shoved it onto me—!
The Creator God had spoken grandly about how everything born in this divine realm because of him belonged to him. Turned around, however, it simply meant he bore responsibility for every single loss the realm suffered.
No matter how powerful one might be, handing the upper divine layers of the Main God Star over to a middle-world god like this carries a distinctly punitive flavor.
It would have made far more sense to dispatch a Main God directly from the Main Divine Realm. Assigning the task to a newly ascended Main God from the middle world was practically guaranteeing failure unless their ability was exceptional. This was both a way to make him uncomfortable over the rebellion occurring in his own territory and a filthy scheme to utterly destroy him if the divine realm collapsed completely.
In short, one slip that ruined the divine realm and he could find himself a debtor, dragged away to serve as a mercenary god somewhere. He would end up just like that previous scammer of a Main God.
But do I look like the kind of fool who would suffer that fate? Having seen it directly, that kind of existence isn't living at all.
He had pushed himself excessively trying to learn the creation of the god race in order to become their Main God, but becoming a mere servant would be reversing the proper order of things. He spat in his mind and ground his teeth.
Ptooey—! Just wait. Do you think I'll fall for something this simple? If I were the sort to be done in by this, I would have died during my mercenary god days. I'll betray those expectations spectacularly, develop everything with vicious tenacity, and take it all for myself.
Grinding his teeth, the Dimensional Lord decided on how to handle the upper gods. Accepting them as they were would be impossible. Their abilities and karma were insufficient, and the backlash would be far too severe.
The regulation clearly states that anyone who isn't at least good-aligned cannot enter the divine realm, so I'll send them all to the lower divine realms of the demigods to accumulate achievements. And it looks like they're still hiding things, so go ahead and try slacking off there too. You'll never rise to the divine realm in your lifetime.
He also sorted out the upper gods with suspicious career records. Nearly ten percent of them.
Why suspicious? How can I tell?
It was simple. Their career documents were either excessively detailed or suspiciously sparse. When someone's record stood out as unusually flashy or overly concise compared to the rest, it was one of two things.
Either a scammer or someone skilled at hiding their true power.
There were also the truly foolish ones who copied others or couldn't even write properly, but they were a tiny minority.
The sole difference between a scammer and a capable person was this: if it benefited only themselves, they were a scammer. If it benefited the other party as well, they were capable. The contents were masterfully twisted. Their careers and personalities were quite the spectacle. Setting aside their divinity, everything else was a complete mess. Still, whether scammer or genuinely capable, they were better than the incompetent ones who only had working mouths.
He would scrape every last one of them clean, all the way to the ocean floor, and put them to use. They would become the foundation for his peace and the time he needed for magic training. To that end, he would expose everything about them, down to before they were born.
Fluttering—!
Thousands of sheets of paper swirled through the air. There were simply too many to process normally.
His current ability allowed him to simultaneously manifest one hundred and sixty instances of 9-circle magic. Nothing like the desperate struggle of the past—this was supremely comfortable.
My authority is dimension. All time and space are merely subordinate concepts to dimension.
The Dimensional Lord could rewind time itself within the divine realm to uncover every piece of negative data. An individual's past was child's play in comparison.
The career documents floating in the air would serve as the foundation to reveal everything. Since the subjects had submitted them themselves, they had already granted permission, satisfying the conditions for the magic to take effect.
"Personal History"
The sound of a pen scratching across parchment echoed through the Main God Temple. Dozens of documents began stacking beneath each career record at once. The speed only accelerated, rapidly forming towering spires of paper.
The Dimensional Lord's face creased into a frown.
They've lived so long that documenting on a daily basis creates an absurd volume. The baseline lifespan for spirit gods here is a hundred thousand years.
Even so, he could not afford to omit anything.
Scammer or capable individual, if they can help the divine realm then it doesn't matter. But I cannot forgive hypocrites who deceive even themselves. Those who act without self-knowledge only sow chaos. There is nothing more nauseating than those who casually commit evil while proclaiming that they have implemented justice through righteous judgment.
With the explosive increase in data, the Main God Temple automatically expanded its internal space. The document towers rose so high one had to tilt their head all the way back to see the tops, transforming the hall into a dense forest of records. They were daily accounts of their lives. Since most spirit gods had lived for eons, the result was inevitable. The only remarkable thing was how spectacular the outcome looked.
Even the female Main God who had foisted the hated task of interviewing the Main Gods onto him was left speechless, simply staring. It was a miracle. And if she ever learned the contents, she would truly be horrified.
To speak coldly, these are honest diaries written across entire lifetimes.
The original purpose had been to prepare for the decisive battle against the High Elf Empire by identifying which demigods to use, but because he could not trust them he had decided to verify their pasts. He never imagined it would be utilized in quite this manner.
After creating it, I swore an oath that I would absolutely never use it on myself. It is truly a vicious piece of magic.
It was the complete, unhidden history of their lives.
Once the data creation finished, he compressed the materials into book form. He quickly flipped through the condensed volumes that could now fit in one hand.
As expected, among those promoted to upper level, there are Main Gods and Main God-level beings mixed in. They believe they can hide their past no matter what authority investigates it? In any case, I need to thoroughly beat the fool who popularized the idea that hiding your strength somewhat makes life easier. In a world where survival is difficult even when you give your all, what do you hope to accomplish by concealing your power? And do the superiors not notice something so basic? Well, I also hid most of my own power during my mercenary god days, so I have no room to criticize. It really was a stupid thing to do. I actually believed I had cleverly deceived the Cyber Realm managed by the Absolute Realm.
During his days as a Main God-level mercenary god, his actual maximum output had been below upper Main God level, but he had hidden it to avoid receiving dangerous requests. Naturally, the result was that the Cyber Realm exploited him at an extremely cheap rate.
If I had been properly evaluated at my original upper Main God level or below and received appropriate compensation, I wouldn't have lived in such poverty. Yet while knowing everything, they only paid me as a Main God level while assigning tasks that carried upper Main God-level risks.
Every request involved facing 11-circle absolute beings from the middle world, or being thrown into operations to organize Creator God-level machine gods. It had been pure pandemonium.
Thinking about it now, they clearly did it on purpose.
No matter how much a lower being tried to hide, a truly competent superior could discern their power with ridiculous ease. To an existence of a higher circle, the deception methods of a lower circle were nothing but child's play.
When he imagined how they must have laughed inwardly while dumping the tasks on him, fresh rage burned in his chest.
If I had simply done my best to complete the missions, I would have received proper rewards. Instead I fell for my own trick and kept digging my own grave.
Recalling the past dropped his mood to rock bottom, and a cold voice slipped out on its own.
"Add the Main God and Main God-level interviewees. However, set their compensation at the upper god level. I'll accommodate everything else as desired."
He tossed the freshly investigated materials toward the upper spirit gods who had been watching nervously from afar.
Screams erupted from all directions as the spirit gods who received the books began flipping through them. They frantically scanned the contents, then panicked and tried to hide the books in fear that someone might see.
It is a magic authority they have never heard of or seen before. A Main God-level magic that turns one's entire life into a diary and exposes it completely—they must be utterly stunned.
Looking back, the Dimensional Lord realized he had been quite distrustful of the world and rather wicked in the past. To have created even this kind of magic. Yet when one was surrounded by people trying to kill them at every turn and had been betrayed and torn apart by their first love, such thoughts never occurred.
This is why people need to grow up the hard way. Only then will they avoid falling for scammers like these.
Seeing the surrounding reactions and confirming there were no issues with the magic, he pressed forward without hesitation.
Weeeeeeing—!
The magic, displaying the pinnacle of complete distrust toward the world, activated at full power. Behind the resumes, it began splendidly recording their histories. At this rate, he would uncover everything without omission and exploit them to the marrow of their bones.
The faces of the spirit gods, who had roughly grasped the nature of the authority, turned deathly white.
If only you had obediently confessed and sought the light, it would have been good for everyone. Who do you think you're trying to trick with such pathetic schemes? Do you think I grew up gently? And once you've stepped foot in here, there is no escape. For those below Main God level I can do as I please, but for those at Main God level and above, whether you like it or not, I will drag every last one of you along and make you contribute to the divine realm's development. When I remember how I was practically worked for free in the divine realm in the past, my teeth still grind. You've been caught at just the right time.
Although the Dimensional Lord had earned plenty of karma through requests, he had vowed countless times that he would get even later. These people were not the direct parties involved, but their behavior was identical—smiling to your face while stabbing you in the back.
"It would have been better for both sides if you had listened while I spoke nicely. Who do you dare try to deceive? Do I look that easy to you? Go ahead, try hiding something else."
At the Dimensional Lord's words, the spirit gods could not even dare to raise their heads. They simply clutched their personal history books with white-knuckled grips.
Then, heads deeply bowed, they began moving cautiously toward the seats reserved for the Main Gods. The other spirit gods who witnessed the scene also started moving as if they had no choice.
They began opening their divinities. Although the light had been lost, thirteen pairs of light wings began to flutter.
Yet upon seeing the increasing number of Main Gods, a curse burst from the female Main God wrapped in a translucent cloak.
"That bitch was here—! I'll kill her right now."
Raising what little divine power she had left—barely at the upper god level—was no small feat. As expected, this Spirit Realm was not an easy place.
Now I even have to resolve old grudges and bad relationships?
He had not even hired them yet, but the situation was already absurd. As expected, it seemed the correct way to deal with spirit gods was to beat them into submission.
Daring to raise her voice and start a fight in front of a superior—she must have a death wish. Since the divine power measured from outside appeared to be around the intermediate Main God level, they were underestimating him.
If the external manifestation of dimensional magic hadn't been left unblocked to avoid the Absolute Realm's search, I would have swept them all away from the beginning. Just what kind of mess is this?
Commanding the weak by having to persuade and adjust everything one by one was truly exhausting. At least the 9-circle magic remained unaffected, which was a relief.
Watching the female Main Gods who looked ready to start fighting at any moment, he chanted with thick irritation.
"Clash Planet Minimum. Continuous manifestation."
⟨ Clash Planet ⟩
A tremendous roar shook the air as hundreds of planets, compressed down to the size of large boulders, materialized in the void.
No matter what authority they possessed, they were powerless before overwhelming divine power and strength.
Upper gods or even the highest upper gods can never block my 9-circle magic.
Only the highest-ranking gods might manage it, but it was impossible for spirit gods who possessed nothing but basic vitality.
To block these, which have had the weight and mass of entire planets compressed into them, one would need at least a billion in divine power. Destruction is impossible. Because they are compressed, it would require at least five billion. It was a defensive countermeasure the Dimensional Lord had pondered, and it proved quite useful.
He flicked his finger lightly, sending the planets falling from above toward the female Main Gods who had been startled by the sudden appearance.
Evasion was already impossible.
With 9-circle Dimensional Net, restricting the spatial movement and mobility of Main Gods who had lost their divine power and retained only their divinity and authorities was ridiculously easy.
The faces staring up at the planets falling directly onto their heads—unable to move a single inch—grew deathly pale, but he paid them no mind.
No matter how lacking their divine power, if they cannot even block something of this level, they are useless.