Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 3

The Player Who Became a Constellation – Part 3

Episode 3

Loki learned many things from a girl named Cancun.

Her home was a small, frozen island in the north.

A harsh land.

It was inhabited by the Nord tribe, who survived by raiding and plundering due to the perpetual cold.

However, she struggled to explain her own situation clearly.

“Then what am I?”

“…Pardon?”

“This isn’t the game I designed and created this world for. Is this another world entirely?”

“…Ga-game? Another world?”

“……”

A pointless conversation.

In the end, he couldn’t understand what had happened to him.

Loki looked at Cancun, resting his chin on his hand.

A strange world, and a truly cruel one.

‘What an unfortunate fate this child has.’

A rebellion had erupted within Cancun’s tribe, the Lagna tribe.

Her uncle had murdered her father, and she had fled to this sacred war [a place of refuge or a holy site] as her last hope.

When Loki remained silent, Cancun, who had been watching him, cautiously stepped forward and said,

“Um….”

“……?”

“What should we do now?”

Not ‘I,’ but ‘we.’

She was likely asking on behalf of the villagers.

‘What am I supposed to do if you ask me that?’

Loki felt the words rising to his throat, but he simply remained silent.

Because there were too many things to consider.

He tried to make sense of the situation.

Five minutes… ten minutes passed.

Still, Loki couldn’t find an answer.

More than anything, Cancun’s eyes, filled with fear and anticipation as she watched him, felt like too much of a burden.

‘…Why is this kid still here?’

“How long are you planning to stay here?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you going home?”

“Are… are you just sending me back?”

“……?”

Loki tilted his head.

“……?”

In response, Cancun also tilted her head in the same direction as Loki.

“…What do you want?”

At Loki’s question, Cancun looked embarrassed.

Wasn’t the devil in front of her supposed to be the one who knew what she wanted?

She had made a wish, and as she wished, he had awakened.

As expected, he should be taking her soul… but instead, he was just trying to send her back.

“C-can I just go?”

“Then, do you think I would want something from you?”

“Yes?”

“What can you give me?”

“Th-that… a soul…?”

Cancun said with an awkward expression and a questioning tone.

Loki shook his head.

“I don’t need it.”

Cancun looked shocked.

“So, step back. I have a lot to think about.”

Cancun looked like she was about to cry.

She had been prepared for the worst, but she felt wronged because he was chasing her away like a bug.

Loki glanced at the sword Cancun was holding in her arms and said one more word.

“Later.”

Cancun turned around.

“I’ll call you when I need you.”

“…Yes!”

Cancun came out of the audience hall and looked around the huge sacred war.

‘Am I… alive?’

Relief was only temporary, and she couldn’t help but feel strange.

The shock of what had happened so far still lingered in her head. Besides, she had been kicked out by the devil, who said he didn’t need her?

Should she see this as luck or misfortune….

Still…

-I’ll call you when I need you.

He says he will call me later.

‘Huh…?’

But why was she happy about that?

It was then that Cancun noticed something.

“Ah!”

Cancun looked at the sword she was holding in her arms.

A subtle golden light was flowing from it.

‘I, I brought it out without even realizing it!? B-but it’s brand new?’

The rusty and broken sword had transformed into a golden longsword.

She held it tightly, feeling the warm energy rising from her hand… she had forgotten to give it to the devil.

‘Oh, what should I do? I have to return it?’

Cancun looked back and forth between the sacred war and the direction of her village in embarrassment.

“Cancun! Cancun―!”

“Cancun… are you okay!?”

Then, villagers appeared from the bushes.

“Th-thank goodness! You’re safe!”

Everyone surrounded Cancun.

“Yes?”

“For some reason, all the rebels have retreated!”

“Cancun, the village needs you. Let’s go quickly!”

“No, um… I have to return the sword…!”

With the help of the villagers, Cancun headed back to the village.

Loki was watching Cancun leave through a magic mirror.

And right next to him was an old man who was frozen like a statue and couldn’t even move.

The high priest of the Nord tribe, a shaman.

“How long are you going to stay here?”

“H-how should I put this….”

The shaman raised his trembling hand to his chest, then slowly knelt down and bowed his head. He paid his respects of submission.

“I am Shaman. I am here to pay respects to the Constellation of Sin, who has been worshiped by our ancestors.”

His voice was full of fear and reverence.

“Ah, Devil, no, Lo, Lord of all sins! As the high priest who protects the Nord tribe, I have a mission to serve you and protect this sacred war. My duty is to ensure your rest and comfort. So….”

“Get lost.”

The shaman looked up at Loki, as if shocked.

“I, I enjoy serving you and living here. So please believe in my loyalty and faith-.”

In Loki’s helmet, red light flashed from the eye sockets.

“I don’t know anything about that.”

“…….”

The shaman stepped back with a tearful face.

“Later.”

Loki turned around, away from the Shaman.

“Let’s talk when I’ve sorted out my thoughts.”

The shaman’s face brightened.

***

Cancun was moving busily.

Trying to clean up the destroyed village and take care of the bodies.

She turned her head.

The villagers were moving with weary appearances.

Some were treating the injured, while others were blankly staring into space, unable to accept the reality of what had happened.

“Cancun.”

At that moment, an old man with many wrinkles and tattered clothes approached Cancun.

He was one of the elders of the Lagna tribe.

He looked at Cancun with great anxiety.

“What do you think we should do now?”

“Yes?”

“You are the niece of the traitor Kudan Lagna, but before that, you are the daughter of Karan Lagna, who ruled this village, right? As a member of the chief’s bloodline, you have the right to make decisions.”

Cancun froze. She could feel the weight of many gazes pouring towards her.

About 100 people had survived in the ruined village.

They all looked at Cancun.

The weight of the responsibility to protect them pressed down on Cancun’s shoulders.

Cancun couldn’t help but shrink back.

Now that she was only fifteen years old, she was too young to take responsibility for all of this.

“Th-that’s….”

“Kkyaaaaa!”

A scream suddenly rang out.

The villagers in the forest were seen running away.

And behind them, emerging from the bushes, was a huge horse, and a warrior riding on it.

A cavalry unit with large spears emerged from the forest.

“Wh-what is it!”

“It’s an attack!”

“Has Kudan come again?!”

Screams echoed from everywhere. Cancun could see them clearly.

Heavily armored cavalry covered in golden scale armor and wearing horse armor.

Among the Nord tribes who engaged in looting, there was only one tribe known for their high-quality equipment.

“Golden Lion… the Partas tribe?!”

The Nords were looters.

Their typical slave hunt had begun.

***

The Partas tribe was notoriously cruel.

“What? Did the other guys already sweep everything away!?”

“Take all the slaves! You can kill the old ones!”

A mad laughter dominated the surroundings.

Where the cavalry had swept through, countless corpses were scattered, and heavily armed infantry in golden armor slowly walked along the road.

Cancun’s face turned pale at the sight.

“Wh-what are you doing!? Run away quickly!”

Cancun shouted to the Lagna tribesmen, but they looked at Cancun with despair.

“Wh-where are we supposed to go?!”

“Cancun, it’s impossible. We have nowhere to escape!”

The village had already suffered great damage due to the rebellion of her uncle, Kudan Lagna.

There were only a few who could fight, and that number was not enough to face the Partas tribe.

She despaired.

The hope of surviving was only temporary, and another disaster had struck like this…!

“Ugh!”

The men who resisted were struck by spears and screamed.

“N-no! No! Just that child…!”

Grabbing a woman’s hair, they forcibly separated the child and dragged the woman away.

Cancun’s mind turned blank at the sight before her, and she unknowingly thought of only one person.

“Sacred war….”

The owner of that place, the devil and constellation.

He only harmed those who showed hostility towards him, but he had spared her and the shaman.

Maybe… he might not be such a dangerous being to those who didn’t show hostility.

Cancun shouted to the tribesmen at the top of her lungs.

“To the sacred war-!!”

The Lagna tribesmen looked at Cancun.

“Go to the sacred war! It’s safe there!”

“……!”

The tribesmen ran away breathlessly.

Was it because her voice was too loud?

The Partas tribe warriors began to look at Cancun.

Cancun sweated coldly and quickly stepped back….

“Catch that girl-!”

Cancun turned around and started running.

She had to escape.

As quickly as possible….

To the sacred war where the Constellation of Sin is-!

***

Loki was looking at the skeletons in front of him.

Skeletons covered in jet-black armor.

From huge greatswords to shields, spears, bows, daggers, and even military bands with instruments.

There were various types of soldiers.

These were the monsters that he had placed to protect Valhalla Palace when he was a game planner.

‘Hmm….’

When Loki flicked his finger to the right, the skeletons lined up to the right.

When he flicked it to the left, they lined up to the left.

It was a steady, disciplined movement.

‘…Interesting. Are they moving according to my orders?’

Loki snapped his fingers. A glass barrier that split the air reflected Loki like a mirror.

An iron helmet in the shape of a horned goat, a symbol of the devil. Red eyes shining like fire between the eye sockets of the helmet.

Heavy black iron armor, a fur cape, and black smoke rising from between the armor sometimes formed the shapes of snakes and wolves.

‘As expected… it’s the character I created.’

The chief of evil who led the army of death and the king of giants, causing the end of the world, Ragnarok [Norse mythology’s end of the world].

Loki.

He had become the game character he had conceived and designed.

‘But….’

According to Cancun, this world was not the world of the game.

It meant a completely different world.

‘Still, there are set values, so they will follow my orders.’

Loki looked at the skeletons in front of him.

And those behind them.

He looked at the fifty undead legions made of black bones that seemed to exude a stronger energy and express ‘death’ itself, consisting of Death Knights and Liches [powerful undead spellcasters].

‘It seems like they are following me too.’

Loki lowered his gaze.

Underneath Valhalla Palace.

The beings that were being developed.

‘What about the King of Giants?’

Since he was still building the settings until before he came here, he didn’t know how they would react.

It was then that Loki narrowed his eyes.

“Th-there…. Devil… no, Lo, Constellation of Sin!”

Loki raised his head.

The Nord high priest, Shaman, stood tall.

He said, sweating coldly.

“U-uninvited guests have arrived.”

“Uninvited guests?”

“They are residents of the Lagna tribe. Shall we kick them out?”

Residents of the Lagna tribe?

-I, I am Ca… Cancun Lagna…. I am a shaman who serves you.

Loki recalled the girl he had just sent away.

She had the last name Lagna. Were they related to that child?

“Why did they come?”

“…It seems like the tribe was attacked.”

Loki recalled when he first met the girl.

Come to think of it, even then, the girl was being attacked by unidentified men.

‘That girl.’

She was holding the Holy Sword, Burtgang.

Loki drew his finger in the air.

Accordingly, the space split and a magic mirror was summoned.

The magic mirror began to show a scene.

A map showing the area around Valhalla Palace.

In it, he could see the girl running away with Burtgang in her hand and the men in golden armor chasing after her.

“…Isn’t she using the sword?”

‘Or does she not know how to use it?’

Loki tapped the armrest with his fingers.

‘Burtgang recognizes the person holding the sword as its owner from the beginning.’

A mythical item with the blessing of God.

If someone other than God or the owner holds it, they will burn to death with intense light.

‘However, if the owner dies, the story will be different.’

If that girl dies, they will become the owners of the mythical item.

He stood up from his seat.

She is coming to find Burtgang. And there were many things he wanted to ask them about this world.

Loki began to move, and the skeletons who were kneeling and bowing their heads to him also began to follow him.