The Tower of Babylonia Does Not Fall and Stands in the Sky

With the activation of The Tower of Babylonia Does Not Fall and Stands in the Sky, every god in the Divine Realm and every sentient being on the stars was watching. The entire scene was being broadcast live across the void. Having to speak under these conditions made him feel, once again, just how much of a double-edged sword this path of magic truly was.

But he had no choice. If he stayed silent, the being before him would curse every sentient species with infertility and accelerate time so that a hundred years passed in two seconds, wiping out nearly everyone except a handful of Transcendents. Only now, as a human-born Lower God, did he truly understand the terror of the Origin of the Mage God. He had watched that entity casually curse an entire human race with infertility and condemn them to a limited lifespan simply because one of them had offended his mood.

The Magic God of Dimensions was extremely rational, but once his anger crossed a certain threshold, he would rampage like a Destruction God on a bad day. Even the protagonist himself, now a Magic God, had done things like purging millions of black mages. But reaching the level of the Absolute Realm’s Origin? That was on an entirely different scale of madness. One wrong move and it wouldn’t just be a single Main God Star—entire main universes could be annihilated root and branch.

And the worst part? The Origin would simply say something like, “It’s fine. I’ll just make it several times bigger than what I broke. What’s the big deal about a little temporary drop in karma?” In the end, the result would indeed be better. Of course, destroying everything and rebuilding it would yield a superior outcome, but the ones who died in the process were the people around him. Now that he himself had become one of those people, he finally understood how much of a nuisance he had been during his mercenary god days, desperately struggling just to survive.

It wasn’t for nothing that he had earned the infamous title of the worst and most vicious Magic God. After all, he had done much the same.

The current situation was no different. As the Chief God of the God Realm, he was about to imprint his ideology and authority onto every sentient being. The end result would surely be positive, but the one who had to carry it out and deal with the aftermath afterward felt like he was dying inside.

This situation really drives home that the Magic God is someone who lives solely for his own satisfaction and the final outcome.

Still, he had to answer. The Origin of the Mage God had lowered his own karma for his sake and even intervened—something that should have been meaningless at the level of an Absolute Realm Origin. So he bowed deeply and spoke.

“It is the opposite of one’s own thoughts. If you want to kill, you must let live. If you want to let live, you must kill. The repeated choices that go against one’s own thinking are what constitute fate and its ultimate end. That is why the sages who understand the truth of fate have always agonized over choosing reason and will—the opposite of their emotions and instincts—rather than following their feelings. Of course, since they can never completely escape emotion and instinct, they ultimately reach catastrophe. This is the first stage of the Magic God’s denial of reality. He denies his own thoughts.”

“Extreme, but correct. Then what should be done now? A being who is not even at the Main God level has ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠defied proper procedure. Answer me as the Chief God of the God Realm.”

The Magic God of Dimensions closed his eyes, then opened them again as he looked up at the sky. A colossal planet, far larger than an ordinary residential world—over a hundred thousand times its size—came into view. It was the majesty of Granraha, the highest-ranking Main God Star he had created first.

On that newly formed Main God Star, he could see the former hero running for his life from monsters whose size and strength were on a completely different level from ordinary beasts. Still, for a Lower God, his combat ability was impressive.

Even Lower Gods are fleeing from monsters that only Upper Gods should be able to handle.

He felt a twinge of jealousy at such talent, but the man was still the first human-born god. With a little help, he would become the central figure of a faction that would support him regardless of personality. He had been planning to give him some conveniences, but it was all ruined now.

It’s always that bastard’s mouth that causes problems. If he had just stayed quiet, he could have risen quickly as my direct subordinate. Yet he dared to flap his lips lightly in front of the Origin of the Mage God.

He would have to pay the price, just as the past Magic God of Dimensions once had.

“Although it may be excessive, responsibility must be demanded from all involved parties. The punishment I have handed down remains in effect. Additionally, to restore the authority of the Chief God of the God Realm, I will further strengthen the sexual desire of all human males while imposing impotence. Furthermore, I will lower the sexual desire of human females and grant them the right of refusal to prevent forced fulfillment. This measure will remain in effect until the Hero God contributes enough merit to the Divine Realm. Sexual acts will only be permitted by divine oracle to the most faithful believers.”

“You really are a human-born god, aren’t you? Tenacious and creative. You got caught once, so you’re going to milk it for all it’s worth, huh?”

“You flatter me. How could I possibly compare to the Origin of the Mage God?”

Leaving behind the Origin’s evaluation—which could have been either admiration or exasperation—the Magic God of Dimensions once again cast the curse upon the entire human race of the planet.

Of course, the human men who suddenly became impotent in the middle of intercourse, and the women who were left bewildered without understanding what was happening, were now beyond his concern. The punishment had already been handed down. Making it a little harsher to increase its effectiveness wouldn’t be a problem. After all, adding a bit more tragedy to an already hellish reality didn’t turn it into an even worse purgatory.

After finishing all the measures, he transmitted the entire process directly to the Hero God, who was currently fleeing in panic after accidentally provoking the lowest-grade monster on the Main God Star.

The Hero God froze mid-motion as if struck by lightning. It seemed he had instantly understood the situation—and its future consequences. As expected, he was talented.

You’re right. You have now become the root cause of all humanity’s potential extinction and the mortal enemy of every man in his prime. If you return to humanity now, forget being treated like a god—you’ll be stoned to death. That’s why you should watch your mouth when you’re at the bottom of the hierarchy. This is what happens when you spout off in front of your superiors.

But the way his face had turned deathly pale was truly pitiful. It didn’t feel like someone else’s problem. After all, the protagonist himself had once spouted crazy nonsense about paying a price to the former Jinri, only to end up in this exact situation after becoming the Chief God of the God Realm despite being a black mage whose natural enemy was the Demon God.

So he kindly gave him detailed instructions as well.

“The opponent you are facing is a 100-meter-class lowest-grade monster. It is an obstacle preventing the prosperity of sentient beings on that planet. Subdue at least one hundred of them. Ten mid-grade 1-kilometer-class monsters will count as one. Do not dare challenge the 10-kilometer-class upper-grade monsters. Even Intermediate Gods die in a single blow. If you die, I will revive you but add another hundred to your quota.”

“Ugh—! Why are you doing this to me?! Just kill me instead!”

His voice was already trembling with sobs. It looked like he would break into full-blown wailing soon. But there was no room to show mercy.

“Your answer?”

“I… I shall obey the Chief God of the God Realm’s command. I will definitely accomplish merit by subduing the monsters and rise to Intermediate God. Therefore, please forgive my rude words and show mercy.”

It was a voice steeped in endless despair and rage. But there was nothing to be done. Once one became a god, death no longer existed. Even if killed, they would become a divine spirit, regain a body through vitality, and resurrect. That body was truly immortal, maintained in its optimal state forever. It was a dream-like state for Transcendents who still suffered from limited lifespans, and they could wield their authorities without any restrictions.

However, there was one problem.

The fixation of perception that he himself was currently experiencing. Once you received a bad evaluation even once, that was the end of it.

Seeing the divine sword given to the Hero God trembling nonstop and pouring out complaints, it seemed the sword was also quite desperate. It was a divine sword with its own ego, created by exiling the mind of a heavenly being who had committed a crime. It could only return to being a celestial once it accumulated enough merit. But in the hands of a punished Lower God, it would truly become nothing more than a sword spirit if things continued this way. It was almost pitiful ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to see it desperately urging him to die or do this or that.

Still, that kind of thing is quite useful in its own way. His adaptation will speed up. I should distribute a few to the newly promoted Lower Gods as well.

Watching the immortal Hero God grit his teeth and charge at the lowest-grade monster he had been fleeing from, the protagonist lowered his gaze once more to look at the Origin of the Mage God and his future self. Everything was flowing exactly as they intended, but right now he had no choice but to follow along. Although they hadn’t said anything in detail, it was clear that if things continued this way, it would truly be the end.

Honestly, from the moment he returned to the Divine Realm, every one of his precognitive senses and authorities had been sending him serious warnings. He had to do something—anything. The anxiety was so great he couldn’t live like this.

“What should I do now?”

Looking at the Magic God of Dimensions who had steeled his resolve, both his future self and the Origin of the Mage God smiled and nodded.

“Phew—! That’s how it should be. Past me—! It’ll be tough, but overcome this hurdle and live well.”

“Strengthen your will even more. You won’t like it, but it is something that must be done.”

The activated The Tower of Babylonia Does Not Fall and Stands in the Sky was canceled, and silence returned to the Main God Temple. With most gods having deployed to the Main God Star Granraha to accumulate merit, only the Magic God of Dimensions and the two others remained.

But then they layered dimensional barriers so that no sound could escape, and an intense sense of crisis washed over him.

What else are they going to make me do now? Once I get through this crisis, I must never get entangled with them again.

He was grateful for their help, but their abilities were so overwhelmingly superior that it was incredibly difficult to keep up. Moreover, seeing the Origin of the Mage God gesture for him to come closer only heightened his anxiety. The way his future self was barely holding back laughter next to him made it clear that something was very wrong.

Still, he couldn’t refuse. He cautiously approached and leaned in, only for the Origin of the Mage God to begin whispering. The Magic God of Dimensions, who had been listening carefully, felt his face twist in utter horror. It was even worse than the face of the Hero God, who had become the root cause of all humanity’s potential extinction and the mortal enemy of every man after saying a few rude words to the Chief God of the God Realm.

And when his future self burst into explosive laughter, his emotions nearly exploded.

“Kahahahahahahat—! Hang in there. Hang—!”

“Shut up—! You bastard—! Knowing what kind of beings they are, how can you tell me to do that?! Are you telling me to die?! I can’t do this even if it kills me! Wouldn’t it be better to just run away when considering the future repercussions? Keaaaak—!”

BOOOOM—!

As expected, that damned Sword of Ruin and Soul swung immediately, slamming him back into the ground. On top of that, the Origin of the Mage God, speaking in the tone of a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠strict father disciplining a child, raised the Sword of Ruin and Soul.

“Violence only twists children—! And if you make them submit with violence and lies, only bad things will come of it—! Warm interest and love are enough… Kyaak—!”

The tip of the Sword of Ruin and Soul pierced straight toward the fallen protagonist’s forehead with enough force to penetrate. A slightly heated voice followed.

“In what lifetime? When will you become an absolute-level expert or higher if I match my words to a child’s level? No matter what talent one possesses, training and tempering accompanied by tremendous pain are necessary for advancement. You want me to move them with emotion? Above all, didn’t I tell you not to read books and parrot them verbatim? The success rate of that is far too low. Most books are nothing but the self-praise of accomplished people who omit the core parts while speaking from advantageous positions. They absolutely do not suit a pathetic person like you. Tsk tsk—! Besides, violence is a matter of degree. Education continues endlessly until the problem is corrected, and the correct behavior ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that is hammered in repeatedly becomes habit, which soon becomes one’s true nature. Furthermore, since we are educating with the non-killing, immortal Sword of Ruin and Soul, there is no death, no crippling, and no breaking. It permanently supports the will to improve a twisted direct descendant who never gives up. The Sword of Ruin and Soul, originally the proof of an Absolute, is in truth the ‘Rod of Love’ used for educating the direct line of the Wind Family. This is what allows us to continue education with faith. Is it not a truly gracious divine weapon? Even I, the Origin of the Mage God who denies reality, shudder with emotion at the consideration every time the Grandfather of Truth bestows it upon those he somewhat acknowledges. The fact that he personally bestows the Sword of Ruin and Soul is a command to strictly educate the direct descendants and establish a proper house. You must be grateful for this endless grace. Do you understand, you spoiled thing? Above all, is this the time for you to be nitpicking and arguing? A bastard who will soon drop dead if left alone—where do you get the nerve to say you can’t even do this?”