It’s a Magic Sword, but the Hero Is Obsessed With It

199. The earth is formless and empty, and darkness is over the deep.

The chestnuts have been uncomfortable to plant lately. If there was anything that bothered him for always doing everything his way, there was only one reason. Something related to him and his companion.

The night was strangely weak against the midnight sun. It was about the relational part, not the combative part. He couldn’t even refuse her request.

So Night hid its heartache and just looked down at the Midnight Sun and the three planetary predators that barely saved their lives.

[What is this?]

[Ah, this is ‘human’.]

Baekya liked to listen to something. No, it was more of her instinct or reason for being rather than a matter of simple preference.

So, in order to maintain the existence of the Midnight Sun, the night told itself over and over again, but the years they were together were too long.

Suddenly, the night understood that the midnight sun needed something new to listen to, and that’s why it asked to save them. His transcendent mental world allowed him to feel thousands of emotions even in an instant.

So Bam was not swayed by his own emotions. It wasn’t because he was more than a god. The higher he rises, the more emotional his existence becomes.

[No, move.]

However, the only thing that always occupied the most weight in his heart was the desire to exist for himself, the only emotion greater than love for the midnight sun.

[What if I touch it carelessly! They are much weaker than us, so we have to manage them delicately!]

[······I, killed, did I?]

Assumed to be the youngest of the three, the ‘fog that gathers light’, a being made up of cold chills, went down the Moorra Castle, felt the gaze from the black sky, and shut up.

Her coldness freezes even time and laws, and thanks to that, she was able to bring the crops she ‘gathered’ from various planets in her arms and bring them here. But humans are a particularly valuable item among them.

I lost one while showing it to this immature princess. As usual, she was able to lose her temper, but the fog that gathered the light soon sighed and swallowed her words.

[No, no. The environment itself is like this, so it can’t be helped.]

Instead, she read the midnight sun with a softer tone. I was in a pitiful situation, caring for the pets of other divine beings, but I had no choice but to survive.

How much more, even his family is on par with the strongest of the three, or even more so. How strong is the owner’s power?

[What is it? So is it my fault?]

What’s more, he’s not only strong, but also has a bad personality! Fortunately, they are turning a blind eye to themselves now, as if they care so much about their own people, but on the day this family loses interest, they will die without mercy.

[That, I’m not talking about that…]

Fortunately, though God did not know, his household was very friendly towards them now. The Midnight Sun spread its eight pairs of wings and flew up, stabbing the black sky with its beak.

[Hurting, hiji, ma.]

[It’s very cheap and easy. I’m sorry.]

[Mi, not?]

Besides, she couldn’t understand even such a casual attitude between the monarch and his followers. The fog that gathered her light, no, not only her, but the principles of action of all her cosmic beings were mostly similar.

It dominates or annihilates beings lower than itself. There is a fear that he will be annihilated by a being superior to himself, so he runs away as much as possible, or goes under his command.

Also, an equal being may betray at any time, but it remains a gritty existence that cannot be removed from the threat. The three Planet Eaters roamed the infinite universe together, but trust never budged between them.

Nevertheless, the reason the three of them were together was because they had the same purpose. Just then, I felt the other two approaching.

[Where have you been?]

[I have been looking around this planet for a while.]

A candle that lights the dawn of a family of built-in stars driven out by the small body and temperature of the falling core. A myriad of dead possibilities with a bad taste for replacing themselves with the essence of the planet they ate.

And even yourself. At some point, the top three Planet Predators started having crazy dreams. Escape from the status of a wanderer in the universe who is no longer chased aimlessly by eating other stars.

Become the owner of a planet yourself, cultivate civilization, and take care of life. They wanted to leave their planetary predators and become planetary gods.

By trading with other cosmic beings and hearing rumors running through the Milky Way, they finally found a planet full of life to nest in. But, is it because I had a dream that didn’t fit my fountain?

[Ha.]

By the time they reached the distant planet, it was already too late. The sailor who occupied the planet first was a powerful enemy that could not be matched even if the three of them joined forces.

Luckily, his life was saved, but that was all. There is no hope, and if you get tired of being worked like a slave, you will die. Like the last look of the countless planets they swallowed.

[I want to see more.]

There is only one way for them to survive.

[The White Night Lady. Of course you can take out more if you want… Either way, you’ll die soon. Don’t you want to see it in action?]

[More, durable, anything, no?]

[Because this is not a problem that can be solved that way… No matter how strong a guy is, mortals can’t stand it in a place like this.]

There is not even a single point of warmth, and toxins are possible in the air. Beings like them, who were out of the category of mortals, and beings whose existence was questionable, such as the people of the night, could live in a place like this.

[Then, how do you do it?]

[Sure. At least everything in the area must be purified…]

Looking at the innocent attitude of the Midnight Sun, it seemed that the boundaries of my mind had loosened a little without my knowledge. The fog, which had spit out its true intentions, soon turned pale.

Of course, the fact that the world came into this shape wasn’t just a product of coincidence, it was the result of someone’s taste being reflected. And she was no different than openly going against the planting of the night.

[I know that I am a Hogu since this has been quiet.]

The night raised its tentacles with a grin, but with a ferocious spirit that contrasted with that. Tentacles the size of a decent mountain range wriggled as if they were going to pierce the Planet Eater intact at any moment, and the White Night quickly flapped its wings to block his path.

Even though one lifted a part of the body and the other lifted the whole body, the difference in size between the two was truly overwhelming. Awe-inspiring gap, like a child trying to block a tsunami with his bare body.

[No, okay?]

[No. Why is it questionable?]

But again, it was the waves, not the children, that backed away.

[······So you want to grow that? Is that human or something?]

[Yes.]

[No, why the hell? It only has four tentacles, and it looks like its fighting power is weak. Aren’t these guys cuter?]

When the night caught one of the flying night’s followers and held it out, the white night chose to remain silent. Bam sighed at the sensation transmitted through solidarity and squeezed the retainer he was holding in his hand.

[Yes, I am Hogu.]

[Allow, do, give, give?]

[Do whatever you want!······No, wait.]

Of course, it wouldn’t be a waste to take the entire planet and offer it to the Midnight Sun, but things are different now. The night glared briefly at the other three planetary predators that had spurred the midnight sun.

No matter what, I have no intention of letting them do their tricks. After taking her eyes off them, the night began to caress the planet.

Depending on his will, the earth’s crust is twisted in an instant and the sea level fluctuates. Unable to withstand the rapid geological change, parts of the planet fell off, and tens of millions and even billions of people in the night were swept away by random volcanic eruptions and tidal waves.

It was an armed demonstration that is not lacking in the word Gyeongcheon comrades. After a long time, the surface of the planet, which had been torn apart to his liking, appeared in the place where the disaster had stopped.

[My God…]

The six continents, which were intact even when giants stomped on them, and which did not collapse even after supporting thousands of giants, were scattered in all directions in the shape of toy blocks kicked by a child in distress.

No, it’s not even an island. A sharp cliff with traces of someone ripping it off. Oceans across the planet still seething and roaring. Would it be more appropriate to call it a piece of the earth that has not sunk yet?

However, even in the middle of the chaos, there was an island that was created by combining pieces of various lands. The soil is inconsistent and poorly polished, as if it were made from several pieces of land, so it looks bumpy and ugly.

It clearly had a purpose, unlike the others, which were merely disorganized. The territorial sea near the large island was calm, and the followers of the night did not dare to approach it.

[Yes, you can grow it. Only within this continent.]

[Eh?]

[Originally, pets are raised in cages, right? It’s natural.]

[That’s right, that’s right…]

Baekya, ignorant of the world, nodded his head without thinking at the words of the night. The night soon used its own power to bring back his darkness dwelling on the continent.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that the land that has already been devastated for thousands of years can’t be restored to normal overnight. After a brief treatment, Bam summoned other planetary predators.

[Since you guys were impulsive, it’s natural for you guys to take responsibility, right? I’ll give you this land for a while so you can clean it up. To the extent that those human or whatever bugs can live.]

The intention of the night was simple. He agreed to accept Midnight’s request, but it was too cumbersome for him to use his own strength, so he entrusted the job to suitable workers.

I took his power myself, so no matter how weak they are, I’ll be able to sort out the remnants on my own. Of course, it would be hard to get bloody sh*t, but even that was not something the night considered.

Of course, this was because the night couldn’t guess their intentions. There’s a stupid planet-eater who dreams of becoming a planet god. If he had been able to read that thought, he would rather have worked on making the continent completely clean on his own, rather than risking the annoyance of the night.

[I understand.]

[Yes. And keep in mind that the only land I’ve allowed is that continent, and take good care of it so the kids don’t leak. Understand?]

[Yes.]

But the night negligently left it all to the Three Planetary Devourers. It was because the night knew that no matter how hard they worked together, they would not be able to deal with him.

However, the night did not know what the result of that negligence would return. It was unavoidable. Cosmic beings can see the future, but they couldn’t see their own future.

*

256 Was dying.

He was the greatest warrior of the White Feather tribe. At a young age, he defeated the people of the night who attacked him, and before he became an adult, he fought a duel with all the warriors in the village and won them all.

However, 256 fell into a trap by the hostile tribes who were wary of his power. News arrived that his wife was in danger, and when 256 hurried away, it was not her wife’s laughter that greeted him, but the enemy’s spear-knives.

After a fierce battle, he defeated all the enemies, but he couldn’t survive the fierce battle. The flame of his life, which decorated the end splendidly, was now burning the last wick.

“Ah…”

However, right before his death, 256 shed tears of joy at the white aurora that filled the sky. The deity of his tribe was directly manifesting and looking down at him.

She knew that a being as great as her would come all the way here just for the sake of a mere warrior like him. Perhaps this is an illusion created by 256’s brain before death.

His reason as a warrior calmly judged the situation. However, his emotions as a human struggled to reach his god even a little more while spitting out blood bubbles.

“······This, Poetry, Yeo···.”

However, his hand, which reached towards the sky, could not be reached and fell. 256 Couldn’t even tell where Shin’s face was, let alone his expression, but somehow felt that Shin was looking at him with pity.

That was his last thought. 256 Immediately closed his eyes.

[·······.]

Over countless years, humans have developed remarkably. No, not only humans. Races from all over the world that the moon picked up thinking it was human. Each of them tried to survive on the continent prepared by the night.

Some have multiple arms, some have horns, some have the appearance of a beast, some have long tails and multiple tentacles… However, the White Night’s favorites were always the purest humans.

[Do you want to save him?]

Sitting down on the ground and covering 256 with thirteen pairs of wings, Baekya, who had been staring at him, raised his head at the sound of a voice coming from the distant sky.

An uncountable number of fireflies descended from sky to sky and wandered by her side. A myriad of possibilities turned off. The most dubious of her planetary predators was watching her.

The Midnight Sun may be ignorant, but it is not foolish. She knew the Planet Eaters were taking advantage of her. However, knowingly, she chose to remain silent as always.

[······It is.]

But at this moment, she couldn’t remain silent.

The midnight sun loved the night. The White Night always fell asleep in the arms of the night, listened to the stories of the night, and roamed the universe together with the night. But the midnight sun could never become night for her.

She couldn’t rejoice destroying others like the night. She, like the night, could not regard all things as play. Like the night, she could not be indifferent to bug-like mortals. Like night, like night, like night.

Perhaps it is because the Midnight Sun was once one of those bug-like mortals.

[Why, humans, hear, each other, fight, are you?]

But these worries always got stuck in her throat, never coming out of her mouth. Baekya looked up at the stars and soon said something completely different.

Although the severity of the weight may be different, that was also her concern. The Midnight Sun got permission from the Night, and created a continent for humans on this ruined planet.

Her Three Planet Eaters also helped her with both sides of her soul. Thus, up to a hundred human species prospered on a small continent, and the Midnight Sun was pleased with it.

However, as time passed and the number increased little by little, humans began to fight each other. With the same ones, with different ones. No matter who it was, the weapon was drawn.

[It is because humans are not perfect alone like us.]

[That, what, is that sound?]

[That’s why humans, hmm. No, all mortals cannot survive alone. Starting with food, clothing and shelter, friends, family, society, civilization, and beliefs. All of those things make them live.]

The White Night couldn’t understand that. If you are a being who cannot live alone, why not be with others even more? Why do they choose to remain alone and repeat killing each other?

[It’s a simple story. Humans want a lot of things, but this continent is too small for them to have everything they want.]

[So, to go, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, other, humans?]

[That’s right.]

[Then, alone, remaining, becoming, would you?]

[Ahahahaha·······. Wouldn’t that be something to think about then? For them, rather than love or friendship, a piece of bread right now, a stone knife stained with blood. Those things are more important.]

As I heard the words of countless extinguished possibilities, feeling a little tired and bored, questions soared in the midnight sun. Innocent as a child, she asked questions straight away without taking any measurements.

[You, this, how, here, well, know?]

[·······.]

There were no words about the countless possibilities that had been turned off. Instead of rushing her response, the white night waited quietly. It was because her original speech was slow, and she naturally assumed that the other person was too.

Very few had the patience to engage in her ongoing conversation with her, who was taking up her awful time even to utter a single word from her.

It was even the night of her loving her. In the Midnight Sun, the number of her words, which she hadn’t had before, decreased even more, and she got used to being immersed in her stillness amidst the voices of others.

[Do you want to help them?]

However, her silence evoked by someone other than herself was alien to her as well. When her innumerable extinguished possibilities spoke out again, it did not answer the question she posed.

[How, crab? I, too, big, girl.]

But she did what she wanted.

The Midnight Sun wanted to stop the war on this continent. She wanted to make the people she loved happy. But humans are too weak. It was fine to look at, but the moment I touched them, they crumbled like dust.

The midnight sun was at a loss as to how to deal with them. What she saw and learned was to slaughter and trample all like night. However, even the ignorant White Night knew that it was not the correct answer, but the worst answer.

In the end, she chose to remain ambiguous while humans washed each other’s blood. Until now, it had to be.

[You don’t have to worry about that. If it’s a big problem, shouldn’t it be smaller?]

Baekya, who had been tilting her head at the mysterious words thrown by countless possibilities, soon raised her wings. That was her way of expressing the greatest surprise she could show.

The fireflies that hovered around the Midnight Sun shrank and became smaller one by one, and the remaining particles gathered in the middle and merged together. Soon, a human walked out over the bodies of 256.

I couldn’t believe my eyes in the midnight sun. It was obviously human, but it was also a possibility she had turned off countless times that had been talking to her a little while ago. She is what she became human!

“Don’t worry, you can do it too.”

And in the Midnight Sun, she realized that she could too.

The moment the Midnight Sun made up her mind to do just that, her body stirred. The cloth made of white darkness curled up into a single point, forming a shape resembling a milky egg.

Soon, the shell of her egg cracked and a small human figure walked in through it. Whitenight. As the name suggests, she is an innocent and lovely girl with flowing pure white hair.

“Ah…”

The small lips parted, and beyond them, voices, not mental waves, flowed.

The white night was still the white night. She was still a divine being, and she was the eternal favored companion of the night. However, at the same time as the Midnight Sun, she realized that she herself had become human.

The Midnight Sun stretched out her hand towards the already cold corpse of 256. The white darkness gathers at her fingertips, wraps around the bodies of 256, and the moment the white night lightly wishes.

“Cheer!”

The warrior who died once was called by the goddess and reawakened in this world.

“How are you?”

The Midnight Sun was seized with joy. Listening was her forte, but at this moment, the words of the countless extinguished possibilities chattering right next to her in the same human form could not be heard.

She wielded power over mortals. But when she touched her, her human body did not crumble anymore. Even if it’s the same kind of joy as a child finally being able to touch a toy.

No one can blame her. Even children love their toys, and the desire that humans not die was obviously sincere.

“The Great One…”

256 Fell to her knees. Countless turned off possibilities stood beside him, smiling inexplicably.

The most benevolent god has manifested in human skin, and is now ready to devote himself to this land. Whether her toys want it or not.