I Became a Madman in the Game



prologue

I turned my head and looked in the mirror.

A boy who seemed nervous somewhere was reflected.

The jet-black hair piercing the corners of his eyes bothered him, and he brushed it up with his hand.

“Hick!”

Even with just one small action, the lady-in-waiting in the corner shuddered.

A reaction that obviously scared me.

I knew very well why she was doing that.

I became a character in a game I created.

‘Richard Battenberg.’

The best swordsman, the youngest son of Battenberg, and the original owner of this body.

The only loser in this family who becomes a swordsman at birth.

As an idiot who was obsessed with an inferiority complex and did all sorts of evil things.

‘Anyway, to this guy… … .’

The lady-in-waiting’s reaction in the corner said so.

I closed my eyes and tried to shake off my thoughts.

No matter where you go and complain, nothing will change.

Rather, the problem was different.

A few years later, Richard Battenberg dies.

It’s a bonus that the family’s family is destroyed.

But it was still worth trying.

Because I am an all-powerful god

Episode 1 Episode. 01 There was a God, but there was no God (1)

“Broken… … .”

A voice came from the haze.

It was a clear voice even though it felt old.

“young master. Time to cough.”

But when I opened my eyes as if the voice was calling me, I saw an old man with a familiar face smiling brightly.

“You are up now. Did you even sleep all night?”

Who is it?

I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere.

“… … .”

I tried to answer, but the sudden dizziness made me speechless.

“young master?”

Even in the midst of dizziness, the old man’s voice could be heard well.

Are you a young boy? I?

I looked at the old man blankly and turned my head.

I saw an unfamiliar medieval room.

‘Is it a dream?’

If it weren’t for that, my room wouldn’t have suddenly turned into an antique room.

As I looked around with half-closed eyes, my eyes caught on the mirror hanging on the wall.

Inside the mirror was the face of a boy who had just woken up.

“what.”

Black hair and sharp eyes.

Even though it was a bongdumanbal, the appearance of flowing elegance somewhere was like a nobleman.

however… … That face was somehow familiar.

“Mister Richard, are you sick? Shall we call the councilor?”

Oh yeah. it’s Richard

Damn Richard Battenberg.

‘Did I play too many games yesterday?’

I looked in the mirror and smiled. Then the idiot in the mirror also raised the corner of his mouth.

Live and live and experience all these things.

Becoming a character in the game I was developing.

It really wasn’t even realistic.

It was then.

『System resetting.』

Suddenly, unknown letters appeared in front of my eyes, and my mind became clear and I began to understand the situation.

“… … for a moment.”

The more I went, the face of the madman in the mirror hardened.

『Reset completed.』

This situation, which I thought was a dream, was much more vivid than I thought.

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There was a game I used to like.

‘The – God.’

It is a game in which you become a god who creates the heavens and the earth and look down upon the creatures.

“And this one is one of those creatures… … .”

The owner of this body was ‘Richard Battenberg’.

He is a crazy character who died in the destruction of Battenberg, the number one swordsman across the North Continent.

He calmed down his confused thoughts and opened his mouth.

“Status window.”

[Richard Battenberg]

□Talent [none]

□Special skill [none]

□ Note [Insensitivity to mana]

This terrible information belongs to me, ‘Richard’.

And below that, there was another status window.

[Hor (Richard)] [Minimum Deity]

▶ [Cult Level – 1]

□ Shinto – 0 □ Religion? 1,000

□ Authority – [Appoint a follower] [Receive prayer]

□ Unlocked positions – [Low-class missionary] [Low-class paladin] [Low-class priest]

The status window in the game, which was only seen through the monitor, popped up.

Looking at the square window, I sighed.

Third day today.

I decided not to deny reality any longer.

Everything was full of doubts, but it just didn’t suit my temper to be wrapped up in headaches.

Rather, it was because I hated it.

Just then, a shout was heard from outside.

smart-

“come in.”

“young master. I brought what you ordered.”

The old man I saw on the first day came in with several books.

My name is Gied Meyer.

He is the exclusive butler of ‘Richard’ and a strong man who once served as the leader of a knights’ order.

“thank you.”

As he received the book and looked through it one by one, Gide asked.

“Boss, if you’ll excuse me, why are you suddenly looking for history books?”

“There is a saying that ungrateful bastards who forget history have no future.”

“… … Is there something wrong with you?”

Yes, there is.

I couldn’t answer and smoked something else.

At least, it was because this old man was a loyalist who supported ‘Richard’ with utmost sincerity.

I didn’t think I could fool his eyes that easily.

I didn’t lie, I just hid it.

“Are these all books?”

“yes. As you said, among the historical books, I have brought those that are known to be particularly credible.”

“okay. great job.”

Gide bowed his head.

There was a look of hesitation on his face when he said he would just go and call me if he needed anything.

But he didn’t say anything and turned his back.

and behind him.

“Appointment of Shinto.”

He stretched out his hand toward Gide and spat out a command.

『The target has no faith.』

“You cannot become a believer.”

Perhaps it was because he heard my voice, Gide turned around before he knew it.

“young master. Why?”

“no. it’s okay.”

“Are you really okay?”

I had no choice but to sweat to reassure him and let him go.

after sending him

A small sigh came out.

It was a fact I had guessed.

It wasn’t just the skills that worked for Gide. It was the same in the case of the lady-in-waiting she had seen several times.

What’s more, the word ‘lowest level deity’ written on the status window.

‘The lowest level… … .’

It was too vulgar to be a position given to the creator of this world.

To find the reason, I read the book again.

◈ ◈ ◈

widely-

The book was covered roughly.

I put my last hope on the neatly stacked books.

“There’s not even a hair, it’s about God.”

Unwillingly, I only studied the history of another world diligently.

In the history of this world, the name of God has not even been seen.

It was truly shocking.

Bondi, all the characters in the game supported me, ‘Hor’.

For the residents of this place, the creator was the father and mother.

Humans as well as elves and orcs. Until the dwarves.

All who roared over the continent showed the same respect before God.

But that was only before I became possessed by Richard.

Five books attested to him.

This place had the history and traditions I knew, but everything about God had disappeared as if it had been cut out.

Even the various miracles I performed were described as mere coincidences or phenomena.

Unless the author of the book is a staunch atheist, that would be the conventional wisdom here.

Where did all the faith that was so strong go?

“after… … It shouldn’t be like this.”

I brushed off my thoughts.

What I need to focus on right now is that I have become Richard, and that I have gained a godhood that no one remembers.

Richard’s death came to mind.

And the things that followed were also recalled together.

“Soon the chaos will come.”

It was only that God had disappeared, and the history that this world had followed was the same as before.

Then the future to come will not be separate from what I know.

Soon, countless sparks of war will flare up here, and the seeds of disaster will sprout here and there.

It was a world so dark that it was impossible for a fool who suffered from ‘insensitivity to mana’ to survive.

Nonetheless, I did not despair.

Saaa-

Brilliant and auspicious light rose from the fingertips.

faith. In other words, the power of God and everything.

“Now that this is the case, we have to start over.”

You have the power to make the impossible possible, so what can you do?