Not A God

Chapter 100

A violent, fierce wind blew and spores fluttered.

People struggling for survival in the city looked up to see feathers landing in their hands, beautiful and moving angels waving their wings in the air, holy and unblasphemous.

It was God who had come to save them.

Everyone's face was blissful as they stretched out a pair of thirsty hands. Kaye, too, watched the scene in awe, as if he had been transported back in time. But compared to the spores of the first advent, there were now more than a hundred times as many spores, and the number of humans had been reduced by half in the intervening century.

He could imagine what a change these spores would bring to the whole world. A world that would all turn to flesh and blood, where there would no longer be a distinction between humans and flesh and blood. It was not the communication with the gods that Kate had longed for, but it was exactly what Lederer had been looking forward to.

He looked almost excitedly at the spores that densely covered the sky. The hideous spores were all transformed in his eyes into holy, beautiful angels, looking compassionately at the world, bringing happiness and dispelling misfortune.

Heaven, at last, had come.

The ancient God had saved this fallen world.

On the other hand, in the midst of the city, Stiletto was still searching for God in his tracks. Some time later, he finally caught sight of the ancient God he had longed for.

It was the only remaining intact building in the ruins of the city, called the Inquisition.

Stiletto walked into the Inquisition and saw the compassionate looking god holding the statue and saying something to the soldier who was mentally broken and hiding in the house.

"...Submit props, can I prove my innocence now?"

Zen asked the NPC in a friendly manner, his clothes stained with blood, living like a murderer who had just escaped from prison. The soldier NPC cowered in terror, wanting to faint in fear when bird-like feathers suddenly floated down from the world before him. Reaching out his hand, the soldier saw in a trance that angels were singing outside the window and laughter reappeared in the city that had been decimated.

Reopening his eyes as if he were a different person, the soldier took the props and acknowledged the lapse in the Inquisition's verdict. There were few left in the Inquisition now that those who had fled had died, and the words of a low ranking guard like him counted now at a time like this. The soldier had a kind smile on his face, and the world in his eyes was as beautiful as heaven.

But to Stiletto, who was not far away, it seemed that everyone was changing, except that everyone seemed to be used to it, unperturbed.

Even he himself became grotesque in the rain of flying feathers.

Before Stiletto could react, the next moment he saw the God who had been standing in the same place disappear.

As silently as He had arrived, so silently did He leave, leaving Stiletto alone, dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

Clearly, God cared nothing for the human race.

Outside the magistracy, everyone stopped fleeing for their lives, accompanied by the sound of bodies growing monstrous chunks of flesh and limbs, each with a smile that had long been missing.

For in everyone's eyes, the world was too good to be true.

It was like heaven, a paradise for flesh and blood creatures.