The Chronicles of the Man Who Became a God and Did Whatever He Wanted - Chapter 33

“Give us a moment to talk alone…”

These words served as the trigger, and soon the two of us were talking alone in a separate room. A few hot-headed individuals objected, but Tyran’s words silenced them, and they backed down quietly.

We sat on the sofa in the separate room, continuing the discussion while drinking the liquor that had been served.

“So, what do you want to talk about now that we’re alone?”

“…Who are you really?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. I could tell from the handshake earlier. I know you’re unbelievably strong, not of this world… I can’t stop trembling.”

Did he sense my power somehow? Now that I think about it, I never checked his level. Let’s see… Hmm, interesting…

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A Level 99 Knight, huh? His class is probably an advanced Warrior. If we assume the level cap in this world is 100, then he’s probably among the strongest of this world.

So he fears my strength, huh? I guess I really am the strongest in this world.

“What am I? Fine, I’ll tell you. I am Kanzaki Kakeru, the god of this world.”

“The god of this world…?”

Tyran grips the hilt of his sword. Oh? Is he going to attack me?

Well, if he’s a follower of the Walsh religion, someone who calls themselves a god would be a great insult.

“You… You’re Walsh, then! In that case!!”

He unsheathed his sword and charged at me. Oh, here it comes.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down.”

“What the!?”

I held the sword with two fingers, and Tyran was shocked when it didn’t budge, no matter how hard he tried.

“I’m not Walsh. Don’t associate me with that false idol, whose only purpose is to collect money. I’ll kill you.”

I conjured a fireball from my palm. Well, it’s not just any fireball—it’s a special one packed with enough power to turn this whole area into a scorched wasteland.

“Wh-what!?… Sorry.”

Tyran, realizing the abnormality of this, let go of his sword and bowed his head. I don’t dislike people who understand quickly. I returned the sword and poured some alcohol into my empty glass.

“By the way… what do you mean by saying the one true god Walsh is just a false idol?”

“Huh? Oh, right. Normal humans don’t know this… Alright, I’ll tell you. Let me explain how this country is being drained of money by worthless entities.”

Now, I wonder what kind of expression he’ll have once he learns the historical facts.

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“Th-That’s ridiculous…”

Tyran was shocked upon learning the truth. Well, it seems he couldn’t fully believe it just by words, so I casually created and showed him a book containing the truth about the Walsh religion. Finally, he believed it. What a pain.

“F-For this false idol, the lives of the people, and her life… were sacrificed!?”

In a fit of rage, Tyran swung his arm down, destroying the table. Ah, what a waste of good alcohol.

Tyran was breathing heavily, filled with rage.

Still, something feels off about Tyran. He’s the leader of the rebellion, but his target doesn’t seem to be the king. If anything, it feels like it’s aimed at the Walsh religion. And the way he spoke… it seems like someone close to him was killed by the Walsh religion. Maybe I’ll try testing him a bit.

“Tyran, you hate Walsh, don’t you?”

“…!”

I got a reaction, looks like I was right…

“You say you’re fighting against the king’s tyranny, but in your mind, the king doesn’t matter. You just want to destroy the Walsh religion, don’t you?”

“No! I’m rising up for the suffering common people!”

“No, you hate Walsh. You don’t care about the people. You just want to take revenge on the Walsh religion.”

“N-No…”

“Your lies won’t work on me.”

I stared intently into Tyran’s eyes. Defeated, he sat down in the chair and confessed.

“That’s right… I don’t care about the king, I just want revenge on the Walsh religion…”

Tyran stood up and told me to follow. I obeyed and followed him until we reached a room deep in the basement, where I found…

“……She’s my younger sister.”

The girl, who was said to be Tyran’s sister, laid on the bed like a lifeless corpse. Her appearance was horrible—she was emaciated, so weak that she seemed devoid of any vitality, and in the areas where her skin was exposed, there were countless red spots on her skin… a sexually transmitted disease, perhaps.

“My sister was once a member of the Walsh religion—”

“She was the Saintess.”

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