Chapter 69: The Melancholy of Nibiru, 2nd Class Dimension Management God-1
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 69: The Melancholy of Nibiru, 2nd Class Dimension Management God-1
A woman sipped a cup of well-steeped tea.
With silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, she sat alone in a vast, empty space furnished with nothing but a single chair and a table.
As she drank, her gaze remained fixed on a specific point in the void.
Setting her teacup down, she crossed her arms and began tapping her elbow with her finger, as if timing something.
Soon, the space vibrated, and a small rift opened exactly where she had been staring.
The rhythmic click-clack of high heels echoed through the expanse.
As a figure dressed in a gown entered with pure white wings spread wide, the woman drinking tea raised her hand slightly.
"It’s been a while."
"Oh, Senior!"
The visitor broke into a bright smile upon seeing the woman and hurried toward her, her heels clicking rapidly. Her spread wings flapped grandly with every step.
Snap!
With a flick of the woman’s fingers, a chair materialized across from her.
The visitor sat down naturally, but because she didn't fold her large wings, they blocked the woman’s view.
"Ranael. Put your wings away. It’s not like you can’t hide them, so why do you insist on parading them around?"
"But they look so cool~"
When her junior, Ranael, answered with a playful smirk, the woman shot her a sharp glare.
Feeling the weight of that gaze, Ranael cleared her throat a few times and finally folded her wings out of sight.
"It’s been over five hundred years since you became a god. How much longer are you going to walk around with a chip on your shoulder? You’re only a 3rd Class, for heaven's sake."
"Still, it’s better than being 4th Class. Ah~ I want to hurry up and reach 2nd Class like you, Senior."
Looking at her junior’s sparkling eyes, Nibiru, the 2nd Class Dimension Management God, flicked her fingers again to manifest another teacup.
"Stop talking nonsense and drink. I only just reached 2nd Class myself; you think you can just jump up here?"
"If I work hard, wouldn't it be possible? You reached 2nd Class in record time, Senior. Please, tell me your secret."
As Ranael politely lifted her teacup, Nibiru let out a short, dry laugh.
"There is no 'secret.' You just work hard and do your job."
"Right, but what exactly does that work involve?"
"Ranael, how many dimensions are you currently managing?"
At the casual question, Ranael pursed her lips and looked upward, searching her memory.
"There’s one dimension where I serve as the Presiding God. And since I have 252 4th Class gods under me... that makes 253 dimensions in total."
"Right. If you resolve the issues arising in those 253 dimensions effectively, you’ll be able to promote. Didn't you just extract some souls from your managed dimensions for the Dimension Rift stabilization?"
"Oh, yes. I sacrificed one from the dimension I manage directly and twelve from the dimensions managed by my 4th Class subordinates. So, I drafted thirteen souls in total."
Nibiru, who had been listening while sipping her tea, suddenly had a sharp glint in her eyes.
"Is that so?"
The weight of Nibiru’s voice shifted.
"Are you sure it was exactly thirteen?"
"Yes. That’s right. One from my dimension, and twelve from the ones under my subordinates..."
"I see. You have to be careful with the count. If you kill too few or too many, it becomes a real headache later."
"But Senior, I’ve been wondering... they’re just mortals anyway. Does the specific number really matter that much?"
"Did you forget everything you learned in class? How did someone like you even make it to 3rd Class?"
"It’s been a long time, so I just forgot."
Sigh...
Nibiru let out a long, heavy breath before speaking.
"Fine, here’s a quiz. When a dimensional distortion occurs due to an issue with causality, what must a Dimension Management God do?"
"The god designated by the Dimension Management Headquarters must sacrifice a quota of souls from the dimension they preside over or from dimensions managed by their subordinates."
"Then why must souls be sacrificed?"
"By using the future potential of those souls as payment, the distorted causality is realigned."
Ranael looked quite proud of herself for answering her senior’s questions without a hitch, flashing a triumphant smile.
However, the shadow of worry on Nibiru’s face only deepened.
"Follow-up question. Why is it that the soul of a mere mortal can realign the causality of an entire dimension?"
"Uh... that’s..."
"Buzz. Time’s up. It’s because the souls being sacrificed are the most noble souls in that specific dimension."
"Ah, right. I forgot."
Nibiru’s barrage of questions didn't stop there.
"What are the characteristics of a noble soul?"
"Uh..."
"You really didn't study, did you? Because a noble soul possesses the potential to become a 4th Class god, they hold a status equivalent to a deity."
"Ah, that was it... Hahaha..."
"Noble souls are incredibly rare, so they must be handled with extreme care, and a god must show proper respect to the sacrificed soul. These are all in the manual—did you forget everything?"
Sensing the atmosphere turning grim, Ranael, who had been sitting comfortably, straightened her posture like a fresh recruit at boot camp.
"Now, the final question. There’s no way you forgot this one. I want a precise answer. Understood?"
"Ye... Yes!"
Nibiru gripped her teacup so hard it looked like it might shatter. She leaned forward, closing the distance between her and Ranael.
"That one extra soul you accidentally killed in your dimension... where is it now?"