The more I thought about it, the more I realized that choosing the God of History and Records would give far more to gain.
Not only would I get their many blessings, but there were also many additional benefits that I could exploit.
The God of History and Records is, quite literally, a god who acts as a historian.
He engraves the various events unfolding on the earth into his eyes and records them to guide people in a better direction.
In the past, when the God of History and Records possessed enormous power, regardless of what others said, he could record many of the world’s events according to his own desires.
From the great achievents of the gods to even the trivial gossip among them.
To describe it by today’s standards, it would have been possible to record the perverted actions of that lousy god towards as well.
However, after the war between the benevolent gods and the evil gods ended and the powers of both sides of the gods diminished, limitations were imposed on the God of History and Records as well.
In order to record the actions of those who had amassed a certain level of power, he would now need their permission.
If the God of History and Records had an ordinary disposition, he might have bowed his head and made agreents with others to record them.
However, this god was not normal.
That’s why he chose another thod.
He would seize the weaknesses of those he needed to record and use threats.
If you don’t want this fact to be recorded, then cooperate quietly with .
If you don’t want your dark history to be made public to the whole world, give the right to record.
What would have been a cri if done by an ordinary human was, in this case, an act by a transcendent being beyond the law.
And yet, the lousy god who should have imposed sanctions on the God of History and Records kept silent.
Naturally, the god’s increasingly erratic behavior grew worse over ti.
It wasn’t long before the lousy god spoke up, and the chaos ceased, but by then, the things the God of History and Records had accumulated were no trivial matter.
So much so, that in the Soul Academy, so apostles of the gods sharpened their teeth, vowing to seek revenge on the God of History and Records.
Knowing this background, I find the God of History and Records to be an extrely attractive choice.
Think about it.
I will continue to receive the attention of many gods in the future.
Those guys will be desperate to give blessings. What if I learn their weaknesses in this situation?
And what if I can threaten them, saying that I could casually spill those weaknesses to the humans below?
Then, even if I throw out harsh words, those gods won’t complain. Instead, they’ll beg to keep quiet.
Yes! I can’t believe the plan I, with an intelligence of 58, have co up with is this compact!
Of course, I’m a product of the Soul Academy's corruption!
Admiring my own abilities, I proudly raised my voice in front of the blue spear.
“It’s kind of gross, but still, I’ll have a chat with the History Nerd.”
I then bit my lip.
Hmm. Even so, calling the god a “History Nerd” feels... not great, right?
If it’s that petty and ill-tempered being, I’d bet it’d write this down in the Book of Vengeance.
Why, though, after all the crap I’ve put up with from the other gods, am I going to call this one that now?
Well, it’s because all the tantrums I’ve thrown were only to those perverted beings who couldn't even get a grip on themselves!
The lousy god! The perverted crow! Whenever I cursed at them, they just gasped and wheezed!
But this ti, it’s different!
This one is a god, and even among gods, this one’s bad reputation is sothing you can’t touch lightly!
I nervously waited for the next blue spear to appear, muttering to myself.
Though I may have spoken clumsily, I’m sure my intentions got through. The response will co soon enough.
And if that response is negative?
Well, what can I do?
I’ll just force it.
I can’t be sweating bullets every ti I have to call them out, can I?
For that, I need to be the one in charge, not the subordinate.
I have to make use of everything I currently have.
As I thought this, a ssage appeared before .
"The God of History and Records answers your call."
The mont the ssage appeared, the notebook in my hands began to vibrate.
I knew what that ant, and despite the cold sweat dripping down my face, I cautiously opened the notebook.
The notebook, which had been packed with all the knowledge I had, now had its pages turned to blank white.
‘Grandfather, please don’t be shocked by what happens next.’
‘...Uhm, this might unfold in a way I didn’t expect.’
‘Okay, then I’ll go.’
‘To et the God of History and Records. Ganshu.’
Ignoring the grandfather’s shock, I placed my hand on the white page, feeling as though I were being sucked into it.
When I ca to my senses again, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.
It was no longer a tidy lord’s mansion but rather a disordered, enormous library.
Surrounded by the comforting scent of old books, I looked around and spotted my grandfather standing idly beside .
Wearing armor like a knight, the look on his face was filled with confusion.
“Pffhahaha. You said you wouldn’t be surprised, but look at that face. You can’t even keep your own word, you lousy old man. Pathetic.”
“...How could I have imagined that the ‘thing’ you were talking about was going to et one of the great gods?”
“That’s why you’re pathetic. A dusty old man whose brain has hardened with age. Is that proof enough?”
“You’ve slipped a bit of your true thoughts in there, haven’t you?”
“Feeling guilty? Are you? That’s why you’re unpopular.”
As I giggled at my grandfather’s furrowed brows, footsteps echoed from within the library.
The footsteps carried a natural sense of pressure that made feel uneasy.
Is this the awe of a god?
Rembering the words I had just thrown out, I bit my lip, and my grandfather dropped to one knee on the ground.
“Greetings to one of the great benevolent gods, the one who rembers everything in the world, the one who records the world to find a better future, the wise and just God of History and Records, Ganshu.”
“It’s been a while, Luel.”
Following the distant voice, I turned my head, forgetting the tension weighing on my shoulders, blinking in surprise.
Erging from the stacks of books was a small child with a gaze similar to mine.
His pale skin, never touched by sunlight, and his long brown robe trailing on the floor gave him an untidy appearance. His ssy hair and fierce eyes didn’t match his youth.
Wait... isn’t this strange?
Is this really the God of History and Records?
From what I knew, he was a sickly, foul-tempered handso god, but why does he look like a grumpy little brat now?
Since my grandfather is so respectful, I don’t think this is a fake, though.
While I was still confused, my grandfather and the child exchanged mild smiles as they spoke.
“I never thought we’d et like this.”
“Neither did I. Since the war ended, I thought we would never reunite.”
“In a way, it’s a good thing. There are a few things I wanted to ask to write your hero’s story.”
“…Is it really a hero’s story, not just a record?”
“That depends on how you cooperate.”
As I watched the smirking little brat, I couldn’t help but feel the urge to say sothing.
If I threw just a few words, I could probably turn that face bright red.
But since he’s a god, I’ll hold back.
“Hey, arrogant little brat loved by the gods. What did you just say about ?”
Hold back...
“You should realize that, no matter how good you look, you’re still just a mortal. Quit spitting out nonsense.”
Hold back...
“Luel, you also have your faults. How could you not teach this child so manners when you’re right next to him?”
“I’m sorry, Ganshu. He’s such a brat, he’s practically my granddaughter.”
“Tch. You’ve aged, haven’t you?”
Ah.
This little brat is crossing the line.
It’s one thing for him to provoke , but to ss with my grandfather?
Trying to berate with my own faults?
I was going to show so respect and dignity for a god, but this won’t do. It looks like I need to instill so manners in him.
“Had it been the old you, this would never have happened.”
“Blah blah blah. So annoying, little brat. Such a nasty little nerd.”
As my words slipped out, both my grandfather and the little brat turned their gazes toward .
My grandfather, filled with embarrassnt, shot a glare.
I grinned back at him.
Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, that’s why I rushed into this.
Now that this little nerd wants to write a hero’s story, there’s no way he can co at too strong.
His authority is nothing compared to my grandfather’s.
And more importantly, I’m going to have to call this little brat a “History Nerd” every ti we talk from now on. There’s no way I’m going to be sweating bullets every ti!
Let’s set the record straight now.
It’s better for both of us.
When the little brat saw sothing like certainty in my eyes, my grandfather sighed and shook his head.
Well, good. Since he’s given up, I can do whatever I want.
The little brat froze for a mont, then, after snapping back to reality, he still refused to accept the situation.
“Did you not hear properly? ♡ Oh well ♡ I’ll say it again ♡ I said that you’re suffering because of your useless master ♡”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Hmm ♡ Poor thing ♡ Your eyesight’s bad, isn’t it? ♡ Spending all your ti locked away in a room like this is what made you like that ♡ You should go outside more ♡”
Each word I threw at him made the little brat’s face turn a deeper shade of red, almost like the color of flas burning in a fireplace.
“You’re arrogant. You may have the gods’ attention, but you’re still a mortal. How dare you insult like that!”
“Hmm? ♡ Are you the one who was begging just a mont ago, ‘Please let write a hero’s story~ ♡’? ♡”
As soon as I ntioned the hero’s story, the little brat’s lips clamped shut.
Ha-ha. I knew it.
This little history nerd, obsessed with recording the world, could never co at too strongly.
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