There's No Way I'm the Villain!
I'm definitely not a villain!
If I had learned how to hunt in the lower floors, the lower floors would feel like one big operation. It was almost like a continuous series of quests where I had to complete various field conditions in different dimensions. The rough concept was like going around fixing problems in each dimension.
In the tower of the dimensions, this particular section had been particularly weird. Every time I had to level up a character, the environment and quest conditions of that floor changed.
Before, I had to defeat the enemy country's army as a general. Next time, I became the leader of the citizen revolutionary army and had to stage a coup.
Back then, they said the game system updated a lot, or I just had the innocent thought of 'This must be AI! The artificial intelligence technology is amazing!' But now I realized they were professional kidnappers.
[Moving to Floor 12, 'The Cathedral of the Evil God'.]
[Quest: 'The Cathedral of the Evil God' - Enforce justice in the Arsen Kingdom.]
This quest has branching paths.
[Evil - As a disciple of the Evil God, slaughter the kingdom's elite soldiers and citizens.]
[Good - Suppress the remnants of the Evil God and protect the kingdom's peace.]
'This time I'm playing the role of a god's apostle.'
Even though I was a disciple of the Evil God, I would still become an agent of the gods and gain boundless power.
It was much better to be the one in charge rather than rolling around on the floor as the lowest-class citizen. Even in a game, but now that reality had become real, how much more impressive would it be?
'Besides, it's not cool at all.'
Hundreds of people gathered in the square were all staring at me with eyes full of reverence.
If I told them to kill him, they would do it happily without question.
Everyone was looking at me with such affectionate eyes, and my heart was pounding in my chest.
…Aaaah.
Even a headman's election where only dozens of people looked at me made me nervous, but this was on a whole other level.
Being the commander leading an evil army and a dark cult aiming to harm the kingdom.
They even had the title of 'Great Apostle of the Gods'!
[Trait 'Immovable Mind' is activated.]
If I didn't have Immovable Mind, even as an apostle, my lips would have curled up in a sly smile.
Definitely would have made an evil expression. That would have been a fitting face for an apostle of evil, but I wanted to look majestic.
“Hem hem.”
I walked up to the priest standing closest to the altar with as serious an expression as possible.
Since he was sticking out in front alone, this guy was probably the boss.
I was about to start building camaraderie and settling the hierarchy.
I was thinking of easily suppressing him by making my eyes sparkle while staring at the apostle, but I just wanted to be friendly in the end.
It was clear that being a disciple of the Evil God would be more fulfilling than being a lone disciple of justice that no one knew about.
Slap!
If it hadn't been for something soft and wet stepping on it, that would have been it.
What the hell is this? The unpleasant sensation.
I furrowed my brows and picked up the hearts scattered on the ground around me.
Thump-thump-thump. Still beating. It must have been magically processed.
There was no strangeness, but since there was something I was curious about, I waved to the man in priestly robes and called him.
The man I thought was the boss came over without hesitation, his eyes sparkling.
“Ah! Did you call me, Apostle?”
Probably because it was in front of the Apostle, his appearance was closer to a common fanatic than the leader.
I nodded at that obvious attitude and tapped his shoulder.
“Yeah, what’s your position and name?”
“Ah, Apostle! I am the lowly priest, Kamon, who serves the god ReaTles!”
“Ah, I see. Then how many in this cult are you? The first?”
“Apostle! If you are asking about my devotion, then without a doubt the first, but if you are asking about my position in the cult, then I am only among the top three!”
“Hem, I see. Third, huh…”
I thought it would feel like raising an eternal cult, but the scale seemed larger than I thought.
Oh well, there were going to be more people praising me than I expected.
While watching the square, which looked like a basement underground waterway with water dripping from the ceiling, and the people still looking at me with fanatic eyes, I asked again.
“So where are the others? They left their positions during sacred worship time.”
“Ah, it is indeed a blasphemous act to miss sacred worship… but it is for hunting the kingdom’s treacherous dogs! Apostle of the Gods, please forgive them with a merciful heart!”
“Please forgive them!”
“Forgive them!”
“Hmmm.”
I calmly nodded at the group of fanatics shouting.
“Yeah, I forgive them.”
“Oh oh, truly a merciful apostle…!”
“However, immediately contact and tell them to come receive the Great Apostle.”
“Aaaah, it is only right! Hey! Send a dispatch immediately to the black knights to tell them to receive the apostle!”
Priest Kamon shouted as if begging for praise, his eyes sparkling.
Clearly, there were subordinates under me, and if there were even more subordinates under them, things would be easy.
I smiled benevolently and stroked the head of the obviously older priest Kamon.
“Yeah, good work.”
“Ah!”
“However, there is something I am curious about…”
“Ask anything!”
“Aren’t offerings to the Great Gods supposed to be equal? But when I look at the things offered at the altar, I’m not entirely satisfied. Is it pig hearts?”
With a light toss, Priest Kamon widened his eyes and knelt.
“No way! How could we possibly do that! No matter how difficult the situation of the cult becomes, we must always offer fresh hearts to the god ReaTles!”
“Oh ho.”
“We captured the virgins of the wicked kingdom and took them this morning. Don’t worry! I will never make the god angry! Even if I have to offer my lowly life!”
“Truly noble dedication.”
“If necessary, I will even offer the babies who are still suckling as offerings!”
“Ah, so you were.”
As the great apostle, I nodded and felt a slight tilt of the scale in my heart.
Yeah, decided.
I stroked the head of Priest Kamon even more kindly than before and asked.
“Then can you sacrifice your life for me too?”
“Ah, of course! I can offer it a hundred times over for you, the apostle of ReaTles!”
“Really? Then die.”
“……Eh?”
Priest Kamon’s face showed momentary confusion, and I put strength into the hand holding his head.
Kamon’s eyes widened at the pain of being squeezed, but it was already too late to resist.
Yeah, even though he was a priest, since I allowed access, he just had to die.
[Trait 'Heavenly Slaughter Star' is activated.]
Well, resisting wouldn’t have helped anyway.
I put even more strength into my hand and crushed the head of fanatic Kamon.
Crack!
Skull fragments and brains scattered everywhere.
The fanatics in the square had a dazed expression as they intuitively saw the apostle of evil hurling the priest’s head.
“Eh?”
It was a common occurrence in the evil cult, but I was acting surprised.
“Haha, it is something that happens often in our evil god business. Isn’t it?”
By the time the headless body of Kamon fell to the ground, I was facing the fanatics shaking with smiles on my face.
Slurp-!
Behind me, the blood of fallen Kamon rose and formed a similar shape.
Seeing the resurrected priest right after death, the fanatics widened their eyes in horror at my blood seed.
Hello, your priest, from now on you are my servant.
I hadn’t planned to kill right away, but it wasn’t even a suckling baby anyway.
Even if I was a kind citizen who had never killed anyone, as a Korean intellectual, that was a bit much.
Since I had killed so many lowlifes, I didn’t even have the sense of having killed a person.
It felt more like looking at livestock to be slaughtered.
[‘Heavenly Slaughter Star’ fuses with ‘Asura Divine Art’.]
I felt the sensation of my heart soaring past my chest and my mind heating up, so I didn’t resist.
I just slowly exhaled the heated breath out of my mouth.
I had spent a moment scratching my cheek to think when I smiled at the disciples in the square and said.
“Come on, I am looking for good disciples like me! I have killed people! Raise your hands!”
As soon as I raised my hand, the fanatics in the square also started raising their hands one by one.
Who knew there were so many people with murder experience, saying they weren’t the Evil God’s servants.
As I slowly counted the raised hands, I soon gave up counting people.
“Haa.”
I could just kill them all.
Sighing, I squeezed a drop of blood from my fingertip and dropped it on the ground.
Then an army made of red blood and two dragons rose from the ground.
—KROOOAAAAA!!!
Okay, let’s clean up the trash first.