Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 180

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“I am raising Valkyries, as you asked, Senior.”

“…”

What does raising Valkyries have to do with killing and resurrecting perfectly healthy students?

Moreover, everyone around her is praising Helga, calling it a miracle.

Loki also went out to subjugate cults a few times for fun, and the leader of those cults looked exactly like Helga.

‘…Come to think of it, she is a cult leader.’

Loki thought of his Asgard.

When you think about it, they committed all sorts of inhumane acts to the point where they looked like an evil empire.

Interference in other countries’ internal affairs, religious oppression, massacres, and human experimentation, and so on.

“…”

Is he really an evil god?

‘That’s right. An evil god.’

The god Loki himself is an evil god who destroys the world.

Moreover, Pope Zaus said that he was a constellation of the end that would bring about the end of the world, and he was acting accordingly.

Loki pressed his temples.

Helga tilted her head at the sight.

“What’s wrong?”

At Helga’s question, Loki looked at her and asked.

“Have you eaten?”

Helga shook her head from side to side.

She didn’t need to eat separately.

“Then let’s have lunch together.”

Loki doesn’t need to eat either.

He just does it for a change of pace.

In a boring life, taste is a fun game for Loki.

That wouldn’t be any different for Helga.

“While we’re at it, please keep the promise you made last time.”

“Promise?”

“To spend some time with me.”

Loki nodded.

***

“The scenery is nice.”

Helga looked around.

A balcony of a fancy restaurant.

There, she felt the cool breeze and swept back her swaying hair.

Ding-!

The bell rings, and people gather and head somewhere.

Out of the capital, up the hill, to the monastery.

It was to offer prayers at Pope Zaus’ place.

Helga’s gaze turned to every corner of the city.

A holy knight in white armor is walking somewhere, and priests in long robes that drag on the floor are gathering and talking to each other.

‘The Holy Order.’

She frowned involuntarily.

They were the ones who had relentlessly pursued her in the past on the continent.

‘But….’

Unlike Saint Paladin, the Pope only stood by and watched her.

She glanced at Loki.

Her animosity still remains….

She felt like she could bear it somehow.

‘It must be Senior’s influence.’

Since he decided, she has no choice but to endure it.

“I’m sorry.”

Helga looked at Loki.

Loki was in human form, without a raven mask or armor.

Because even the Nord people didn’t know his bare face properly.

It was Helga who suggested going out, so he was in human form.

“…I forgot that I should have heard your opinion on involving the Holy Order and the Pope.”

“…”

Helga nodded and cut a piece of steak in front of her with a knife.

Helga put the cut meat in her mouth.

The soft taste of the meat makes her smile.

‘…He’s thinking of me in his own way.’

When she saw him massacring humans, she thought he had lost his humanity, but even so.

‘Senior is still Senior.’

He’s no different than before.

Helga silently cut and ate the steak.

Loki opened his mouth at her expression that showed no complaints.

“Is the task I asked you to do going well?”

“Raising Valkyries? Yes, it’s going well. Well, unlike the name Valkyrie, it’s mixed gender.”

Valkyries are a group of sacred female warriors who serve Odin, but the difference is that anyone with magical talent can enter the group that Helga is raising.

“It’s different from the image I have in mind.”

“I can’t help it. You named it that way, Senior. How can a necromancer create such a sacred warrior group in the first place?”

That’s true.

Loki nodded.

“You’ve always had that problem, Senior. You name things too carelessly.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, what’s the name of the palace you live in?”

“Valhalla.”

“What’s the name of this capital?”

“Valhalla.”

“What’s the name of the academy?”

“…Valhalla.”

“…”

Helga put the meat in her mouth, chewed it, and stared at Loki.

Loki avoided her gaze and said.

“…It’s annoying.”

“You’re meticulous about everything else, but you’re so sloppy about things like that.”

Helga was expressing her dissatisfaction without any change in expression.

“But don’t worry, the Valkyrie training is going well.”

“It looks like you’re creating a cult.”

Loki regretted saying it.

“Is that… so?”

Helga looked blank, as if she hadn’t thought of it.

She recalled.

The facilities where she was raising Valkyries.

The underground space.

There are skull-shaped statues around, and braziers were placed because the students said it was dark.

If a gamer saw it, they would think it was a place where the boss monster of a dungeon was.

“That’s… true.”

There is no change in her expression, but there is no strength in her voice.

‘…I didn’t feel any sense of incongruity because I only lived in such places.’

Helga sighed.

She had no choice but to look for such shady places because she was running away from the pursuers on the continent.

“Do you like such places?”

“Of course not.”

Even Helga thinks it’s a place where cults would be.

If others saw it, it would be a place suitable for a necromancer.

“That’s prejudice.”

Not all necromancers like such places.

It is an environment full of yin energy, which is good for applying magic, but it only makes your eyes blurry and affects your mental health.

Above all, considering that the mental part has a significant impact on applying delicate magic, it is best to avoid such places as much as possible.

In the end, it was not a good place for ‘magicians’.

“Ruran told me to use that place, so I just used it. Come to think of it, that dwarf may also have a prejudice in that regard.”

“That’s right. Then let’s move it to a brighter place.”

Helga nodded.

“But… why did you kill the student?”

“Kill?”

Helga shook her head, recalling the scene Loki had seen.

“I didn’t kill them.”

Because they were resurrected….

“It was a necessary ritual.”

“In raising necromancers?”

Helga nodded.

“There is a limit to forcing those with magical talent to learn necromancy.”

They were people with magical talent.

Such people have their own mana in their hearts, and all of that must be taken out and mana put in.

The process requires surgery, which becomes too complicated and cumbersome.

The pain would also be considerable.

Above all, there would be many complaints.

Most people have a distaste for necromancy.

They were brought as hostages, and they have lived their whole lives learning magic, but how many people would like to abandon that and choose necromancy?

Helga still vividly remembered.

The unkind gazes she received when she first greeted them.

Helga had to train necromancers against them.

So what she chose was….

“If I kill them and make them my servants, everything will be solved.”

Depending on Helga’s stats, the level of her servants also changes.

From physical abilities to the ability to handle magic.

They can even use basic necromancy.

In addition, the psychology of resisting Helga disappears, and instead, they worship her as their master.

“However, the resurrection skills have a very long cooldown, so I can only use them once or twice a day.”

That’s right.

Loki nodded as if he understood.

“Besides, the biggest reason is….”

Helga smiled bitterly.

“I don’t trust those humans.”

“…”

Helga has gone through all sorts of hardships while traveling around the continent.

Having spent that long time like that, it would not be strange for her to develop a hatred for humans.

That’s why she kept her distance from others and only kept the believers she saved by her side.

Loki couldn’t help but feel sorry for that.

‘To think that the kid I cherished would be so broken.’

Loki thought that he should take care of her a little more.

Helga stared at Loki and said.

“If.”

“…?”

“If you ever leave Asgard, please take me with you.”

“Do you have business on the continent?”

Helga shook her head.

“Just for a change of pace….”

Helga looked Loki in the eye and said.

“Because I want to travel with Senior.”

“…”

“I want to travel this world again.”

A trip without anxiety.

“Okay, I will.”

Loki nodded.

***

Loki headed to the Magic Tower of Valhalla Academy whenever he had time.

As he entered the Magic Tower, many alchemists bowed to Loki.

“Have you arrived?”

Loki waved his hand lightly and passed by.

The place he headed to was Zaus’ private laboratory.

When he opened the door, he saw Pope Zaus.

He was looking at the Worm Fest [a type of magical creature] in the glass tube.

A white worm is wriggling.

「Brother, what’s the matter?」

Zaus did not look back at Loki and was writing experimental records, moving the pen on the parchment in his hand.

“How is the progress of the Worm Fest research?”

At Loki’s question, Zaus nodded.

「It’s not as good as the existing Worm Fest… but there is definitely progress.」

It was not easy to move a magical creature with divine power.

「I have confirmed that the Worm Fest fed with the blood of angels has considerable divine power. If you use this, you can strengthen the warriors who serve you.」

Zaus looked at Loki.

「If there are no problems, I think we can proceed with clinical trials in about three months.」

“That’s good news.”

「How is the preparation for the Holy War with the fallen constellations going?」

At Zaus’ question, Loki gave an ambiguous answer.

“Fifty-fifty.”

「Fifty-fifty?」

“The training of the warrior corps to hunt angels is going well. Weapons using angels as materials are also being produced. Everything is going smoothly. However….”

「……?」

There was something that kept going around in circles.

“I can’t make item weapons using the corpses of constellations.”

「Come to think of it, I heard a story from a magical giant like you, brother. That giant can make magical weapons with the corpses of fallen constellations, right?」

“Yes. But they all failed.”

The power of the constellations was so strong that the weapons created by the dwarves could not contain that power.

「Hmm….”

“But there is one possibility.”

If they could make the weapons used by the Constellation of Light in Kartal, they could somehow make them.

“The weapons that the Constellation of Light had. If we catch the constellation that made them somehow….”

「Ah! Are you talking about Kanus?」

“Kanus?”

「The Constellation of Fire and Ore. And among the constellations, he is also called the Constellation of the Blacksmith.」

“Do you know about him?”

「Of course, he made a mace for me too. I was able to beat and seal other constellations with it.」

“…”

「But when the other fallen constellations found out about it, they threw Kanus to the edge of the underworld. And chained him up, so that he would make weapons for the fallen constellations for the rest of his life.」

He made a mace for Zaus, who was the Constellation of Sin?

Then is he different from the fallen constellations?

「When the fallen constellations enjoyed a feast in front of Azelan, Kanus was the only one who cried and screamed.」

The only constellation that has not fallen.

“Wait, the edge of the underworld? Then do I have to die?”

「That’s not it. The living can also go. Kanus is alive too. However.」

Zaus narrowed his eyes as he looked at Loki.

「If you go there, you will face the Constellation of Death.」

The Constellation of Death.

The ruler of the underworld and the king of the underworld.

「You must kill him to bring Kanus to the present world.」