Volume 2 - CH 443

Thanks to you all, I finally have a decent laptop to do more things like art commision or something else. Bless ya’ll.

Also, additional information, the voices name

Vo Heaven = Asa

Vo Earth = Tokoro

Vo Land = Roku

Vo Sky = Kuu

10-29. Escape

Why did God create the physical body?

Moreover, why was it bestowed upon oneself?

Even though one is called a god, why must one have a physical body?

Certainly, while in that space, there was no sensation of wind, no feeling of touching anything, just an eternity spent without feeling anything.

By finally descending into this world, I gained a physical body and was able to enjoy various senses.

It was enjoyable.

And yet, now I resent it.

I hate it.

“Pant… Pant…! Must-…. Escape… Far away…!! Pant…! Pant…!”

My other companions went hunting devils.

No one would think that I, who possessed the greatest power among them, would lose.

That’s why no reinforcements will come.

They absolutely won’t come.

Even my subordinate, the angels won’t come.

After all, as insurance for resurrection, they were operating in a place beyond the reach of us, the Fallen, I’m sure of that.

Even if they were to come now, the outcome would already be decided.

I, The voice of Heaven, checks the condition of my body.

My hands tremble, my body covered in blood, but I have recovered, so there are no wounds for now.

But there is a problem.

By killing Gouki, the absorption ability was activated, and I regained my stamina, but I used it all up with the Tenwari attack.

If I receive a few more attacks, it won’t end well for me.

I will truly disappear.

I’m a little uneasy leaving the rest to those three.

They must undoubtedly destroy this world.

That is the wish of me, the voices of Heaven… no, it’s us, the voices.

“That goddamn god…! Damn it, damn it…!! Those gods…!! They predicted this would happen…!! That’s why they bestowed me with a physical body, damn it!!”

The Skill God, Ama.

And my subordinates, Tokoro, Roku, and Kuu.

The four gods who created skills and bestowed them upon the people were praised by the gods for a well done job.

They were able to contribute to the Supreme God.

They were glad for that alone.

As a reward, they were given physical bodies that could experience senses beyond what can be felt in the form of gods, and they inhabited them.

And then, we were confined.

In a space where almost all our powers became unusable.

I protested, thinking it was some kind of mistake, but in that black space, voices other than the four gods had never been heard in a millennium.

Unable to catch up with the sudden betrayal, I raised my voice towards the outside for a hundred years… for a hundred years.

But still, no response came.

The Supreme God, who created the world and gave people the art of living, feared the power of these four gods.

Skills that could destroy everything.

Many gods feared that someday those powers would be turned against them.

The choice to confine and isolate us didn’t take long to be decided and executed.

Gods have their own reasons.

That much was understood.

But… It was too cruel.

What had we done?

We had merely given the art for people to survive, in the form of skills.

And for a thousand years, this world flourished through the power of humans alone.

What had we committed?

Is this the punishment for that alone?

We devoted ourselves to the Supreme God, to humanity, sacrificing everything for them.

Is this the reward we receive?

What did we do wrong?

There wasn’t a day when we didn’t think about how things could have turned out differently.

Should we have not cooperated in the first place?

Wouldn’t it have been better to pretend ignorance from the start?

No, no matter how we struggled, it was apparent that we would ultimately be feared.

We were just young back then, too ignorant of everything.

The four gods despaired.

At the fact that we were abandoned.

At the outcome of being betrayed.

And that’s why, what we have to do from now on became clear on its own.

We shall destroy the world created by the gods.

This is the ultimate harassment.

Since our existence will disappear anyway, even if we succeed, we must make a spectacular end.

We shall destroy the lives formed over this millennium.

It is something only we, who descended to the mortal realm, can do, and the gods cannot reach this far.

It took a considerable amount of time to escape from that space, but we achieved results.

By allowing souls from a different world to infiltrate this world and bestowing them with a tiny fraction of our power, we gained the ability to interfere in the world.

Escaping from this space required a certain method, but we managed to overcome it somehow.

Just that alone took five hundred years.

We failed the previous time, but based on that failure, we succeeded five hundred years later.

And yet, this current situation.

Just when we finally managed to escape, they are now exposed to a life-threatening crisis.

If I don’t survive, our objective cannot be achieved.

Those three subordinates, using the power of me,  the voices of Heaven, have increased their strength.

It is inevitable that they will greatly weaken if I am gone.

So, I had to stay alive.

Even if I couldn’t fight, I had to continue to exist.

“I won’t let you escape.”

“Aggh!?”

Viscous liquid oozed from the ground, turning into numerous needle-like objects that impaled me, the voices of Heaven.

I was completely immobilized and unable to escape.

I tried to use my skills somehow, but for now, it took all my effort just to maintain this form.

The slimy, viscous liquid formed the shape of a hand.

Then, a body was formed, slowly standing up and glaring at me, the voices of Heaven.

“You damn devil!!!!”

“I was buried underground by the voice of the land. I’ve been waiting for this moment. It’s the end for you, voices of Heaven.”

Iubora.

A devil with a slimy, viscous body that can transform his physical form at will.

Mind control is just an additional ability.

His true power lies here.

He transformed his arm into a massive blade, aiming for my throat.

With such a weakened state, even a mid-level devil like Iubora could easily defeat me.

The fact that I couldn’t break free from his restraints gave him absolute confidence.

“Farewell.”

“You mother fu-…AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Thud!!

“…ngha?”

Iubora’s arm was gone.

As he tried to figure out what happened, his body crushed.

The viscous liquid scattered around me, being consumed by the ground.

“C’mon…. Asa. What’s with that face of yours…? As a leader, be more composed.”

“…Shut it-… help me…”

The voice of the land, by using bare hands, destroyed Iubora’s restraints.