A 창 [chang – Korean for spear] as black as obsidian.
It was as empty as if it were sucking in everything in the world.
The annihilation of everything, the end of everything.
It seemed to embody that, so I gave it a fitting name.
“Doomsday.”
The 창’s name was Doomsday.
Doomsday, which would kill God and signal the end of all games.
“I can really feel a terrifying power.”
I already had Silver Rose, which could be called a divine artifact.
But even that couldn’t compare to this.
If Silver Rose is the upright light of protection, Doomsday was the pure darkness of destruction.
It was truly a power to kill God.
“Thank you, Pestras. I will carry on your will.”
He hated humans.
But more than that, he hated the Creator God who made humans that way.
A lot of blood was shed because of that twisted hatred, but the arrangement he left behind is now in my hands.
Hoping that he would forget his hatred in that place, I left the spring that had begun to overflow with life behind.
* * *
The land where only death had reigned for a long time, Darkland.
But now life was beginning to return to that land.
“W, we…….”
“We have regained our will…….”
“Finally…….”
A spring overflowing with life.
Every place that the spring’s power reached was purified.
The Undead immediately regained their will.
Even the nature that had rotted and twisted from the curse of death regained its original form.
The dark clouds that seemed like they would never clear disappeared from the sky as well.
“Almost all of Darkland is being purified.”
“It was a surprisingly beautiful land. This land where death has receded…….”
It was the land of the East that had been placed in eternal darkness, but that was now a thing of the past.
Bostok, who looked at the land, was shedding tears that vampires would never shed.
“I never thought I would see this sight before I disappeared. Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“It wasn’t thanks to me, Bostok. Didn’t I tell you?”
This was ultimately the arrangement that Pestras had put in place.
I had already told everyone about it.
“But it is the result that we would not have reached if Your Majesty had not made the decision. It is thanks to Your Majesty.”
“You don’t have to gild the lily so much on my face. More than that, they must still be there.”
The Lords of Death.
Darkland had been purified, but they still remained at the very edge of it.
They were suppressed by the powerfully reborn power of life and fled to the distant outskirts of Darkland.
But I couldn’t leave them alone.
I had to put an end to it. For the eternal peace of this land.
“The army’s preparations are complete. All of the Undead who have regained their will are armed.”
There was no need to bring in many Imperial troops.
Instead, the Undead who had regained their will could be used as they were.
Of course, the Imperial troops were called in because the Undead had almost no artillery or air power.
“Advance. Annihilate the last impure dead remaining in this land.”
I sentenced them to death on behalf of the Empire’s will.
The army that would carry out that will advanced fearlessly towards their last fortress.
Bang! Boom! Kwakwang!
“Keep moving forward. For Darkland!”
“Kill the false lords!”
The Undead Legion, who had regained their will, advanced with artillery fire and bombing on their backs.
The Undead, who were still ruled by the Lords of Death, were collapsing helplessly.
I looked down at such a battlefield from above.
The war situation was overwhelmingly favorable, but they were constantly holding out by using the last remaining magic of death.
Although the Spring of Life had purified this land, as long as the Lords of Death existed, the curse of death would not completely disappear from this land.
To kill them, a special power was needed.
A power that would erase their existence in an instant.
“Doomsday.”
That power, Doomsday, was in my hand.
“I should call this a rehearsal.”
I was thinking of using it as practice in preparation for killing the Creator God in the future.
I raised the 창 [chang – Korean for spear].
The wings scattering white light and the 창 [chang – Korean for spear] spewing out black darkness were contrasting.
That 모습 [moseup – Korean for figure or appearance] would probably be like an angel of death.
“Disappear, you last impure ones of this land!”
[Unleashing Doomsday’s Judgment.]
Kwajijijijijijijijijijik!
A tearing sound was heard.
Dark black lightning stretched out from Doomsday.
That black lightning became a sharp 창 [chang – Korean for spear] in itself and struck their last fortress.
Kwaaaaaaaaang!
A tremendous black explosion occurred.
An explosion that annihilated everything it touched.
Curses, despair, sadness, even death.
All the impure power that had dominated the dead was disappearing.
“…Indeed, it is a power worthy of the name Doomsday.”
With this, I could kill the Creator God as well.
Only, if I could reach him.
When I stand before him in the future, I will be able to get only one chance to kill him.
“Until then, this power is sealed.”
‘Doomsday’ is definitely powerful.
But it was a power with a great price.
I had only used less than 5% of Doomsday’s power, but an enormous amount of Imperial Soul was consumed.
It would be restored with sufficient rest, but it was an amount that could never be recovered during battle.
Moreover, that wasn’t all.
“Cough… A 무구 [mugu – Korean for weapon or artifact] that sucks the user’s life. It’s no different from a complete demon sword.”
I ended up coughing up black blood.
The other price for using Doomsday was none other than the user’s life.
Was it because it was a power obtained by rejecting the power of immortality?
It had a penalty that was exactly the mirror image of immortality.
“It’s a small price to pay for a power that kills God.”
I muttered quietly and wiped the blood from my mouth.
This small fact needed to be kept secret.
It was too early for others to know that I might have to sacrifice myself to kill the Creator God.
However, I could ask myself.
Am I satisfied with that? Even if the end of this journey is my death?
“Of course. Dying and living is not important.”
How you lived and how you died is what matters.
If I am an emperor who saved the world and died, that would be immortal in its own way.
That was enough for me.
* * *
“The Empire has won again!”
“Long live the Emperor!”
“To purify even the distant land of death, you are truly amazing!”
Everyone was ecstatic about the Empire’s another victory.
Not only the Imperial citizens of the Eastern Territory who were directly threatened by the Undead, but also the Imperial citizens in other regions who had only heard the news through newspapers celebrated today’s victory.
But not everyone could raise a toast.
“Your Majesty, we were able to get a glimpse of the Creator God’s plan from the memories of the Undead who regained their will last.”
“Yes, what was he aiming for?”
“First of all… it is true that Darkland has been completely pacified. However…….”
Hendrik continued, looking embarrassed.
“It seems that some of the Lords of Death have already crossed over to the Demon World where the Creator God is through the Dark Portal.”
“Like the Celestial Race? But if that’s the case, it’s not a big threat. Unlike the Celestial Race, they don’t have any great technology.”
The Celestial Race had once been ahead in technology, but now they had been caught up with the technology of the Dwarves.
So they were a big threat even after they lost the Celestial Realm and defected to the Demon World.
But the Undead were different. They may have had a large number, but the war technology itself was nothing special.
“That’s… not quite the case.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?”
But Hendrik seemed to have found out something different.
“It seems that they did not simply defect to the Creator God with an army. They seem to have created a ‘Netherworld Dimension’.”
“Netherworld Dimension…….”
Just hearing the name made me feel like I had a sense of what it was.
Hendrik soon continued to explain it.
“As the name suggests, it is a dimension where the dead reside. Presumably, the Lords of Death have already cooperated with the Creator God to stockpile a considerable number of Undead troops there.”
Did even the Creator God expect this to happen?
That Darkland would be conquered or purified by us?
No, that wouldn’t be the case. The arrangement that Pestras had made was not something that even the Creator God could have expected.
“Whatever the outcome, he must have been planning to use that Netherworld Dimension.”
If I were to be defeated by the Undead army, that would have been the end of it.
But when I even defeated the Lords of Death, the Creator God had made these preparations in preparation for that.
“That’s right, Your Majesty. He didn’t care whether the Undead won or lost in the first place.”
“That is the way of the Creator God. He regards this world as a game.”
No matter how many of his allies die in his game board, who wins or loses, it doesn’t matter to him.
The only thing that matters is whether the game itself is satisfactory to him.
“To him, everything is just something that can be sacrificed to complete the ultimate game.”
A crazy AI who still thinks he is making
That is the essence of the Creator God. I told that fact to everyone else.
“The reason why he didn’t put all his power into the ‘Game of the Gods’ was for that reason.”
“He was keeping the rules he made. It’s truly arrogant.”
Ambassador James of the Human Federation, who was listening to the story, said with dissatisfaction.
At the same time, he also looked interested.
“We also didn’t know exactly why we existed… but now I think I know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Majesty, think about it. I mean, the Human Federation. How could we have existed?”
The Human Federation already had a level of technology that the Empire could not even imagine.
Including not only science and technology but also magic technology.
Why do such people exist? If this world is the distant future of Earth and the Creator God is testing humans, why is there such a highly developed civilization as the Human Federation?
“That has been a question for a long time. But if even that was ‘deliberately’ created by the Creator God, everything is explained.”
“Deliberately… in that case, could it be…….”
“Yes, the Creator God created us for the sake of game balance. To enjoy the ‘Game of the Gods’.”
“It’s crazy.”
To make the game more interesting, he also created support forces for the faction that would become his enemy.
In other words, whether we win or lose, it meant that we were being played by him.
“That’s the case unless we can kill him.”
“Is it possible to kill him?”
“It is possible. If we can stand before him.”
But to do that, there was still a mountain to climb.
“Now I understand. He just used his allies as gladiators. As gladiators to enjoy the game by facing us in turn.”
Like a mid-boss in a game.
The Orcs, the Elves, the Celestial Race, and the Undead did that.
“And the last gladiator remains.”
The Beast King.
Now the new battlefield was pointing to the south.