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Silence flowed through the Crystal Sanctuary.
Not only Sirenne, but even the god Mirmias widened his eyes and stared at Glen.
How many humans could ask, right in front of a god, whether a god had ever been killed by a mere human?
“What did you just say—?!”
Unable to hold back, Sirenne grabbed her bow and stepped forward sharply.
But Glen continued calmly, as if nothing had happened.
“I’m not finished yet. So stop jumping in and listen until the end, okay?”
“W-What did you say?!”
“When did I ever say I was going to do anything to Lord Mirmias? I just asked a question, so don’t overinterpret it.”
The one who had spoken blasphemy before a god was now acting shamelessly instead. For Sirenne, there was no reason left to endure it. However—
“Let’s hear him out first.”
Mirmias looked calm.
Rather, as if intrigued by Glen’s words, he released his arm that had been supporting his chin and leaned his upper body forward.
He already looked like he had a rough idea of what Glen was about to say.
“Hm… a god killed by a human. I’ve seen gods killed by other gods, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one die at the hands of a being from the lower world.”
“If such a thing were to happen, what do you think would occur?”
“Hoo…”
The corners of Mirmias’s lips, which had held a faint smile, twitched.
Gods do not die.
That was an unchanging law, whether they remained in the heavens or descended into the lower world while bearing restrictions.
But deicide—the killing of a god.
If that unbelievable event were to break the immutable law, what followed would be nothing but chaos.
The gods remaining in the heavens, as well as those descended into the lower world, would all face an unprecedented fear: annihilation.
‘And before long, they would descend into the lower world themselves, or send their believers, to hunt down the godslayer.’
So that the impossible would never happen a second time.
However, some twisted gods would interfere simply to enjoy that chaos.
Gods trying to stop the chaos, and gods trying to create it for amusement—absolute pandemonium.
It would be a kind of spectacle never seen before.
To low-tier gods like Mirmias, who did not care how things turned out, even such pandemonium would be nothing more than entertaining amusement.
“I admit it. If something like that really happened, this dull world would become far more interesting. It would be quite a fascinating situation.”
“Then if I promised to create such a situation for you, would that sound like an acceptable offer, Lord Mirmias?”
“……”
Mirmias’s eyebrows twitched.
Of course, such unprecedented chaos would only occur if the shocking event of deicide truly happened.
And how could a mere human possibly make something impossible come to pass?
‘But this human said he would do it. And he said it without the slightest hesitation.’
If one had the eyes of a god, it was easy to see whether someone was speaking sincerely.
Yet in Glen’s soul, as seen by Mirmias, there was no falsehood.
That was why Mirmias could not dismiss Glen’s words as a lie told just to obtain the Primordial Mirror.
‘How strange.’
Even a god like himself did not know how a being of the lower world could kill a god, yet this human held a firm conviction that even a god’s eyes could not deny.
At this point, Glen’s very existence became increasingly questionable.
‘Even when I examine him directly, all I can see is that he is a child of Miniss and Nox. There’s nothing else unusual.’
Moments like this made Mirmias want to return to the heavens and use his absolute authority to thoroughly dissect this human.
That alone showed how much Mirmias liked such an unpredictable existence.
Only someone extraordinary could promise to kill a god and plunge the world into chaos.
And above all, no matter how things turned out, Mirmias had nothing to lose.
“So if you can kill one, which god do you intend to kill?”
Enjoying the unusual conversation, Mirmias asked. Glen answered without even a second of hesitation.
“Kalungod.”
At that name, Mirmias raised the corners of his lips and replied with his characteristically flamboyant smile.
“If you’re going to kill that bastard I never want to deal with again, then lending you one mirror is nothing.”
Mirmias accepted Glen’s rather outrageous and violent proposal: in exchange for the Primordial Mirror, Glen would kill a god and create a situation Mirmias would find entertaining.
There were two reasons why such a verbal proposal was accepted.
First.
Mirmias was the type of god who would do anything to relieve his boredom.
Glen claimed he would create an impossible chaos among the gods, and since those absurd words carried an inexplicable sense of credibility, Mirmias accepted them.
Of course, the condition was that Glen had to explain his concrete method for killing a god.
‘Honestly, that’s not a difficult condition.’
If you want investment, you must convince the investor.
The method of killing a god was not such a great secret, so Glen explained it without hesitation.
After hearing it, Mirmias admitted that although the probability was close to zero, it was not impossible—and thus Glen’s plan had credibility.
Second.
The god Glen declared he would kill was Kalungod.
Kalungod, the god of corruption and deception.
The being worshiped as the main god by the Black Cult, despised by humans, demons, and all races of the world.
And ironically, that contempt extended even to Kalungod himself.
From the hundreds of other gods, that is.
‘Birds of a feather, I guess.’
—A low-tier god who drags the dignity of all gods through the mud.
—A social outcast with not a single godly friend in the heavens.
—A hopeless piece of trash who even tells his followers to offer living children as sacrifices.
That was how Kalungod was viewed by the gods of Gray Eden.
‘And in the past, Kalungod even had his followers kidnap Mirmias’s believer and offer her as a living sacrifice.’
At the time, there was only circumstantial evidence, so Kalungod avoided severe punishment, but from that day on, Mirmias hated Kalungod more than any other god.
So much so that in the latter half of the original story, there was a separate event where Mirmias took revenge on Kalungod.
In short, when Glen said he would kill such an enemy, even if he was just a human, Mirmias could not help but find it admirable.
—If you’ll kill that bastard I never want to deal with again, then lending you a mirror is nothing.
If it eased his boredom and killed his sworn enemy at the same time, how could he not like it?
In the end, Mirmias handed Glen one of his mirrors: the Primordial Mirror.
Though called a mirror, it had no handle, nor any kind of frame around it.
The Primordial Mirror was closer to a flat shard of crystal, about the size of a hand mirror.
Still, the moment he obtained it, it was as if Glen’s previously sluggish growth received a massive boost.
‘It covers one of the biggest weaknesses in my combat power.’
Unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips, Glen checked the information of the Primordial Mirror.
Blue particles of light formed in his vision, assembling into text.
《Primordial Mirror》
《Grade》 : Mythic
《Type》 : Hand Mirror
《Options》
『Reflected Truth』
– Returns the reflected target to its original state.
– Removes all types of effects applied to the target.
– Cooldown: 24 hours
『Primordial Form』
– While carrying this item, resets the cooldowns of skills, innate abilities, or items that have cooldowns.
– Cooldown: 24 hours
《Story》
– The first mirror of Mirmias that reflected the primordial world.
Anything reflected in this mirror is said to return to its true, unadorned state.
However, Mirmias uses it only as a hand mirror.
The first mythic-grade artifact he had obtained.
Its effects were so overwhelming that Glen silently cheered in triumph.
The first option, Reflected Truth, literally removed all effects from the target. With this alone, he could instantly nullify harmful effects on himself or beneficial effects on his enemy.
Considering the mid-to-late scenarios filled with buffs and debuffs, it was an incredibly powerful option.
‘Still, Primordial Form is the real prize.’
In truth, Glen could say he came to Veronia for this option alone.
Primordial Form reset cooldowns—a truly outrageous effect, with endless applications.
For example, he could use Medler’s Antler, which normally activated only once per day, twice in one day to stack its physical enhancement effects.
If used on the Ring of Sea Blessing, he could gain immunity to two types of status ailments in a single day.
‘And as I obtain more items, this thing’s value will only keep increasing.’
The Primordial Mirror truly shined when used with items that had limited uses.
But most importantly, it could remove the double-edged penalty of ring deactivation that followed using the Gray Ring.
Until now, Glen could only fight at full power for about eight minutes while the Gray Ring was active.
But by resetting the penalty with Primordial Form, he could use the Gray Ring twice—or choose not to use it and still operate at a stable level of power.
In other words, by obtaining the Primordial Mirror, Glen more than doubled the time he could fight at his maximum strength.
‘This was worth the trouble.’
How much effort had he put in to obtain this artifact?
For the Primordial Mirror, Glen came to Veronia, a rival territory to Wordsworth, negotiated with a gloomy lord,
entered the cursed mist and overcame the trial given by the 9-star Banshee Queen,
and pushed through unexplored lands filled with cold and monsters to reach the Crystal Temple.
Along the way, he gained several smaller achievements, but only now—after obtaining the Primordial Mirror—did all that hardship feel truly rewarded.
“Thank you, Lord Mirmias.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
With genuine sincerity, Glen bowed his head.
Mirmias waved his hand dismissively.
“But keep your promise. One year. If you don’t take down that damn Kalungod within that time, I’ll take the mirror back.”
“I will remember that.”
“Well, if you do keep your promise, I might just give the mirror to you outright. So do your best.”
With light reflecting off his already transparent hair, Mirmias looked several times more radiant than before.
“Oh, and by the way. There’s something else I’m curious about. I wanted to ask from the start, but the atmosphere carried me away.”
“Ask anything.”
After all, what could he refuse to the one who handed him a mythic artifact based on nothing but words?
“You know quite a lot about me. And about us gods in general. Just who are you, and how do you know all this?”
“Ah……”
Thinking about it, it was strange that the question hadn’t come up earlier.
As Glen looked at the god leaning forward with clear curiosity, he made a troubled expression.
Of course, no matter what, he couldn’t give a proper answer.
Wordsworth Territory.
In the lord’s office, Tris frowned and tapped his forehead lightly.
“Haaah……”
A single letter lay on the desk.
It was from his younger brother, Glen Wordsworth.
But that wasn’t the problem.
The problem was—
“……”
Floating in front of Tris was a translucent woman—the Banshee Queen.
Unable to endure the sight of her innocent, expressionless face, Tris let out a long sigh.
“Just… where is he, and what on earth is he doing now…?”
TO BE CONTINUED....
