I despise humans.
I just can't help but dislike them.
Now, and in the past.
Especially humans.
There's this overwhelming sense of inappropriateness whenever they look happy.
Utterly revolting.
That feeling has never changed.
The happiness of the creature called humans must never be allowed to last.
To be in pain, that is the essence of humanity, and what they should find fulfillnt in.
Happiness, at most, should be a re seasoning scattered within their suffering.
Happiness is not their true nature.
Only by suffering to the bitter end can they be considered human.
To struggle and writhe———— and for all that effort to be futile and aningless, that is what it ans to be human.
————In the first place, what the heck is with them?
These little insects always co running to report every good thing that happens to them.
“Goddess-sama, the other day, I———–”
“Goddess-sama, please listen! Actually————”
“Goddess-sama, I———–”
Rambling on about pointless, insignificant trash I never asked to hear.
And yet, I respond with:
“Oh, how wonderful.”
With a smile.
Because it’s easier that way.
If I let my irritation show, that’s a whole other headache.
They start panicking, wondering what they did wrong.
That behavior is———- annoying all over again.
I want to say “Everything about you is irritating.”
But if I say that, it only gets worse, even more irritating.
So I “let it slide” with a smile.
But honestly, deep down———-
“Like I give a d*mn. Just drop dead.”
That’s how I feel.
————Ugh. Disgusting.
What do I gain from hearing about your "happiness"?
There was once a human who said this to :
“Vysis-sama, you are a bit mistaken. When they share good news, they’re expressing gratitude towards you. Thanks to you, sothing wonderful happened in their lives. Of course, it's not just to you, they want to show appreciation, which is why they tell others too, even if it’s over the smallest thing.”
So what?
What do I stand to gain from being thanked by such pitiful, foolish, short-lived lower lifeforms?
Incidentally, the one who dared to say such drivel, I had him imprisoned on so flimsy pretext.
After a long period of torture, I had them publicly executed.
Then, I harassed his family endlessly, abusing every excuse to tornt them until they fell apart completely.
………………………………
In the end, these creatures……
They’re just using the existence of a Goddess to satisfy their own desires.
In other words, it’s nothing more than the private exploitation of a Deity.
The vile, ugly desires of humanity.
And the worst part is———- most of them wear the mask of decency.
Scratch the surface, and they’re nothing but filth and depravity.
Yes———– I am the one being used.
The one who is, at their core, the rightful victim.
Which ans I have the right to harm humans.
Naturally.
Inevitably.
Because as the victim, I am justified in doing anything to the perpetrators.
———–Oh, co to think of it……
“Depending on the situation, the victim and perpetrator can be two sides of the sa coin. Sotis, there's a terrifying reversal between them.”
That useless Wormungandr once said sothing like that……
Is he saying I might also possess traits of a perpetrator?
————Don’t be absurd.
There couldn’t possibly be a more pure and absolute victim than in this world.
As the victim, no act of cruelty I commit against the perpetrators could ever be unjustified.
I’ve endured it all, for so long.
So my “retaliation” is nothing more than rightful action.
Which ans, I am too righteous.
After all———-
From beginning to end, I am the victim.
That’s right.
If I want to silence them, I have no choice but to make their lives miserable.
I must return them to what they truly are——— back to real humans.
Even if it's my duty as a Deity.
After all, day in and day out——— they make feel disgusted.
I’ve always been made to feel this way.
By these creatures called humans.
…………………..
No…… if I take it to the extre, perhaps the target isn’t limited to just humans.
“Others being happy, while I’m not.”
Maybe that very state of being is what disgusts .
I want every being that isn’t to suffer for a long, long ti.
All they should be allowed is———– yes, fleeting monts of joy.
There’s no way a lower lifeform should be permitted prolonged happiness.
Exactly.
I cannot allow it.
—————As expected, I really am the victim.
Ahhh……
How pitiful I am.
And so———- I’ll kill them.
Thoroughly.
Especially the ones I dislike, I’ll tornt them until they cry.
Don't you dare try to beco sothing more than just my toy.
▽
I walked through the soundless white labyrinth.
[……………………..]
It felt like it had been ages since I faced myself this deeply.
My footsteps echoed softly as I descended the stairs inside the castle.
Yet even those sounds were quickly swallowed by the walls, and the silence persisted.
The interior of the castle remained deathly quiet.
It almost gave the illusion that I was the last person left in the world.
Without being conscious of it, I found myself biting down on my thumbnail.
To think that such lowly creatures———– these re toys would give this much trouble……
This really was wrong.
I pondered upon my current situation.
At any rate——— I would need to outmaneuver them.
Disrupt them.
Their predictions.
Their strategies.
Remaining vigilant toward Touka Mimori was a given……
But the one I needed to consciously guard against———– was the Forbidden Curse-user.
The one who should, by all rights, be eliminated first is the Forbidden Curse-user.
Munin, was it?
Still, they would no doubt do everything in their power to protect that Forbidden Curse-user.
————-On the flip side, that would make her the enemy's weakpoint huh.
If their highest priority is protecting the Forbidden Curse-user……
Then it’s highly probable the rest of their formation will have vulnerabilities.
If I’m to strike, it would be best to start from there, right?
And then……
In terms of sheer combat prowess, the one who’ll be most troubleso is Seras Ashrain.
And just in case……
I should probably keep Ayaka Sogou in the back of my mind as well.
I didn’t take into account how tenacious these scum could be.
And that oversight is precisely what led to this current predicant.
[———Fufu————-]
Predicant?
For this Goddess Vysis?
————No. This is just for the ti being.
Just for now, I must be cautious.
Right now, I’m forcing myself to suppress the hatred and agitation boiling up inside .
Honestly, I want to run out this very mont and crush them without a second thought.
But I can’t. I have to stay calm.
If I lose my composure now———- that d*mned gnat will get exactly what it wants.
Still, it’s infuriating.
Why should I, of all beings, have to restrain my wrath for the sake of these inferior lifeforms?
[………………..F*cking brats……]
My eyes darken, drenched in pitch black, like ink flooding the whites.
Like darkness painted over all, like a void with no bottom.
[………………..]
There’s sothing else…… sothing that’s been bothering .
The situation in Jonato's Sacred Eye———- in Azziz.
No matter how I look at it, the Sacrant army I dispatched should’ve already arrived there.
Not only did I send them in large numbers, I made sure they were stronger than the ones I cast into the labyrinth.
And yet……
Judging by the Sacred Treasure’s status, the Sacred Eye remains active, unchanged.
[In that case———— Was this the doing of the missing Kirihara?]
Of all the powerful forces unaccounted for, aside from those gathered here in the Royal Capital————
The only one I can imagine capable of matching that Sacrant army is Kirihara.
Unless, of course, Civit Gartland is sohow alive and helping them.
But…… even then, things don't add up.
No matter how I try to reason it out, I just can’t see Kirihara ever lending his strength to anyone.
The idea that he’d do sothing that benefits Touka Mimori, I simply can’t see that happening.
In the first place———– could soone like him even change?
[…………………..]
It could only be impossible.
Especially when it ca to soone with his ntality.
Compared to the likes of the Yomibito or even Ars, that Hero from Another World wears a madness all his own.
Fanatical self-centeredness.
An overwhelming, unshakable sense of superiority.
An absolute faith in himself.
A grotesquely expanding ego with no end in sight.
From that cos his self-contained, delusional logic leaps.
Everything is for his sake———– and because he exists, everything exists.
Could soone like that ever bend the knee to Fly King?
If it's that Takuto Kirihara……
He would never even tolerate the implication that he was serving under soone, even indirectly.
No——— It’s impossible.
Too far-fetched.
———-But then…… who is it?
I doubt Jonato has any hidden trump card stronger than the Sacred Knights.
If they did, they’d have used it during the previous grand invasion.
“Which ans…… could they have Anarveil or soone related to her on their side……”
Did Anarveil perhaps hand them so kind of special, powerful magic tool?
That’s the only possibility I can even remotely think of.
And if I try to look for any other answer…… I just end up circling right back.
Before I realized it, my pace had quickened.
What is it?
What’s in Azziz?
What, exactly, is standing in my way?
Seriously———- what is it?
[…………………]
I slamd the Sacred Treasure used to verify the Sacred Eye’s activation into the ground.
[Good grief…… every f*cking——— last one of them!]
I ca to a halt and placed a hand over my chest.
Calm down.
I can’t let these surging emotions throw off my thoughts.
Right now, I need to focus on what kind of sches Touka Mimori might be laying.
First and foremost, I must concentrate solely on securing victory in this labyrinth.
I must sweep them away.
These evil beings.
These wretched, evil enemies have dared to stand in the path of God.
This is a battle to save my world.
A worthy battle——- a trial.
Yes, a divine trial.
I hardened my resolve.
I must not let hatred sway my emotions.
Now is the ti to face it earnestly.
This fear.
Admit it.
Admit that I am afraid.
Admit that I am in a predicant.
————No matter how aggravating it may be.
But I will overco it.
This fear, this peril……
First, I must acknowledge everything. Level my emotions. Let my mind beco clear.
Admit it.
Touka Mimori is…… a formidable foe.
————And it infuriates to my very core.
I mustn’t underestimate him.
I have to respond with cold, asured precision.
In that mont, I felt sothing noble awaken within .
I will win.
I’ll endure this suffering and carve out a radiant future.
————Absolutely everything about this infuriates .
I can’t afford to lose to the likes of evil.
This is a battle in which I stake my very existence.
Perhaps, the true enemies aren’t even Fly King and his ilk.
Maybe, just maybe, the real enemy…… is myself.
Yes, a battle against my own nature.
————————————And the more I think about it, the more furious I beco.
These d*mned little sh*ts……
I tilted my head back, staring up at the ceiling, and then————
I scread.
If anyone had been around to hear it, their ears would have been shredded by that horrific, piercing scream.
A scream so thunderous, it felt like even the walls couldn’t fully absorb it.
I didn’t care if the enemy picked up on it.
If they’re coming, let them co.
It was a long———– an incredibly long roar.
After finishing my scream, I quietly closed my eyes.
Then, I took a steady deep sigh.
[……Fuuuu……]
Letting out that full-throated scream had done wonders, I’d regained a fair bit of my composure.
Yes, I need to remain calm……
With that in mind, I began walking once more, slow and deliberate.
The color had returned to my eyes.
And the composed, confident smile found its way back onto my face.
However, just a heartbeat later———– my expression twisted into sothing feral, and I suddenly surged forward, breaking into a dead sprint with terrifying speed.
[I’LL BEAT YOU LITTLE SH*TS TO DEATH, ONE BY ONE!!!]
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