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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Yuma picked up two divine pouches while listening to that voice.
They were the divine pouches of Omerta and Galois.
This voice was not a holy voice, but rather the notification windows that had been appearing before his eyes since he had entered this world.
‘The Adversary.’
Yuma thought as he looked at the devastated land.
The Adversary meant to kill the remaining five of the Eight Evil Gods.
Yuma’s position had not yet changed.
‘The gods of the outer divine realm were the ones who gave me the status window and initial entry skills.’
Yuma did not completely trust even [The Goddess of Earth and Eternity], Rhea, whom he had vaguely faced.
‘They certainly guided me all this time in order to make me into a god.’
Probably, they needed to make him into a god in order to completely kill the remaining evil gods.
‘But seeing how they’re talking about situation assessment and such, it seems like even they were uncertain about whether I could really become a god. They must have been hesitant too.’
Yuma made his judgment.
‘What’s important now is whether I can go to the divine realm or not.’
He had killed gods.
Six of them.
No matter how much they considered themselves the most great and noble gods.
In this situation where Yuma himself had become a ‘god’, it didn’t seem likely that they would come down to the middle realm without any countermeasures.
Then, to kill the remaining five, there was a high possibility that he would need to ascend to the divine realm.
‘The situation assessment is probably about this problem too.’
First, he needed to find out what he could do in this middle realm.
Having reached that conclusion, Yuma turned his gaze away from the devastated chunk of land and turned around.
“….”
He felt countless gazes.
Those gazes contained a mixture of complex emotions and awe.
Yuma was the only being who had heard the holy voice in this place.
However, the others had also noticed that some extraordinary change had occurred in Yuma.
The aura.
Although he was now completely restraining his divine power, the momentum he had displayed in the previous battlefield against the gods was certainly far from what could be called human.
That momentum was too mighty, beyond being ferocious or alien.
Yuma walked toward the Empire people who were frozen in silence.
Bell and Cloney still looked at Yuma with dazed faces.
The two could not easily open their mouths.
In the midst of that cold atmosphere, Yuma spoke first.
“Let’s go inside. There are many things to organize, aren’t there?”
At Yuma’s words, all of Yuma’s companions who had been standing still with dazed faces nodded their heads.
“Yuma.”
Yuma looked at Bell, who had spoken in a low voice.
Bell’s pink eyes were gazing intently at Yuma.
“…What on earth happened?”
Although she was asking a question, Bell had also vaguely heard the facts.
Through Ermel’s mouth.
She was just asking because it didn’t feel real.
“Where have you been for half a year?”
What had Yuma, who had returned after 6 months, experienced, and how exactly had he become a god?
“I’ll explain it to you in a little while.”
Yuma patted Bell’s shoulder.
“Nothing will change.”
Yuma continued speaking.
“There are a few more evil gods remaining. We’ll catch all of them. And….”
Yuma looked at the companions surrounding him in a circle.
Bell, Cloney, Hestia.
And Brigitte.
“I’m sorry for being late.”
Too much blood had accumulated.
Too much blood of the Empire’s forces had accumulated.
Of course, if he hadn’t appeared, much more damage would have been inevitable, but if he had come faster, the soldiers and knights who were spilling blood and bones wouldn’t have had to die at all.
With those words, Yuma passed by his companions and moved forward.
There were two races lined up on both sides of Yuma.
They were the elves and lycanthropes.
Those who were naturally born with much better energy sensitivity than humans quickly noticed the change that had occurred in Yuma’s body and soul.
So their actions did not stop at kneeling.
They completely bowed their heads to the ground and assumed a posture as if they were prostrating themselves.
All the elves and lycanthropes.
And all the celestial beings prostrated themselves in unison.
The awakening of divinity.
They had all noticed Yuma’s transformation.
High Elf Luinerif and Archangel Garenmon simultaneously opened their mouths.
“What should we call you?”
Yuma furrowed his brow slightly.
“Don’t say useless things.”
It didn’t seem necessary to receive such praise yet.
‘Though I don’t know about later.’
He hadn’t yet decided whether it would be good or not to widely proclaim his name as a god.
Yuma passed by those lined up and moved forward.
Situation assessment came first.
As Yuma was about to enter the imperial palace, his party members stuck close behind him.
Yuma specifically picked out two of them.
“Brigitte.”
Brigitte, the Empress of this land.
“Ermel, follow me.”
Ermel, the former saint.
The Empress who needed to quickly share the work.
And among the people he could trust, the being who knew well about gods.
Within Yuma’s knowledge, Ermel was the only such person.
The celestial beings and elves might also know something, but there were still dangerous aspects to revealing intimate details.
At Yuma’s words, Ermel nodded her head greatly.
“Yes!”
The gods’ attack on the Empire.
And the Grand Duke who had repelled them.
Although only a moment had passed since those urgent situations had ended, there was a necessity to quickly grasp the situation.
In order to completely fulfill the purpose of killing evil gods.
And in order to properly protect everything that had been achieved so far.
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Empress Brigitte’s office.
Yuma looked at Brigitte and Ermel.
Ermel cautiously spoke first.
“By any chance, have you received a divine name from this world?”
Ermel asked with her silver eyes wide open. Yuma slowly nodded his head.
“I received one.”
“The divine name is…?”
Ermel clenched both fists as if expecting something, and stars sparkled in her silver eyes.
“I am the God of War.”
“The, the God of War!”
Ermel’s eyes held both relief and admiration simultaneously.
“All gods are born with divine names from the beginning of time… In Lord Yuma’s case, since this was an unprecedented event, I could predict that the name you established as a human would become the foundation of your divine name, but to really become the God of War is truly moving!”
Unlike Ermel, who was reacting very brightly, Brigitte’s face was hardened.
Brigitte pressed her right temple with her right hand due to the rising headache and said in a low voice.
“To really become a god… I don’t know how I should treat you.”
Yuma only chuckled.
“Just treat me the same way you’ve been treating me.”
Brigitte let out a deep sigh.
“Think about it from the opposite position. Should I use formal speech or informal speech….”
Severe fatigue and confusion tangled up Brigitte’s mind.
Ermel grabbed both of their right hands between Brigitte and Yuma with her silver eyes wide open.
And she smiled brightly.
“It’s okay! According to the records, there was a god who earnestly asked humans to speak informally to him! He even asked to be playfully teased.”
At Ermel’s words, Brigitte slowly shook her head.
“Isn’t that just because that god had strange preferences….”
Even in her confused mental state, her insight still existed.
“Eh, is that so!”
Ermel blinked her eyes.
Yuma opened his mouth again.
“Do you know what kind of work a god… that is, what I should do?”
At Yuma’s question, Ermel shook her blonde hair and answered very firmly.
“No! I don’t know well!”
Ermel answered very confidently that she didn’t know.
“This is the first time a god has been born in the middle realm….”
Ermel finished her admiration and, after organizing her thoughts for a moment, opened her mouth again.
“What Lord Yuma should do as the first god of the middle realm… I can’t even dare to guess that. But what gods usually do is somewhat predetermined.”
The words continued.
“Expand the territory of the holy land and increase the believers who believe in you.”
Although it was a natural thing to say, Yuma was able to get some direction.
This time, it was Yuma who spoke.
“What power do gods usually have?”
Ermel spoke without hesitation.
“It’s granting power to believers. It’s called divine protection.”
Divine protection.
Certainly, granting power to believers was a god-like action.
‘I should try it.’
However, now was not the time.
It had been less than an hour since the chaos had occurred.
Yuma brought up one more topic he wanted to ask about.
“Do gods usually make their names known?”
At Yuma’s words, Ermel slowly nodded her head.
“Yes, usually they do. Sometimes it’s accepted theory that the more widely a name is spread, the higher the divinity becomes.”
“That would be so.”
“Yes, and since the temple is already completed, if you wish, it won’t be difficult to make the God of War’s name known!”
At Ermel’s spirited words, Yuma let out a light sigh.
“…Right.”
“The Temple of War! I never knew the Temple of War would become useful so quickly.”
Brigitte nodded in agreement with Ermel’s words.
“I never knew it would become useful either.”
Yuma sighed.
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Returning to his quarters, Yuma slumped down in his chair.
A holy voice was heard.
Pfft, he can’t escape the name now