I Was Sick of Loving You

101 – (Side story) Kian and Up

He broke the limits of life with a single sword and became a god.

It was something all warriors dreamed of at least once, so my heart was filled with excitement. But that feeling soon faded and turned into disappointment.

God is not as great as one might think, and is an obscure existence that only has a good appearance. Due to the laws of the world created by the Creator God, there are restrictions on all actions, so there are fewer things he can do than before he became a God.

The only things he can do without restrictions are observing the world, personal training, taking care of his followers, expanding his power through apostles and followers, and gathering faith.

Although the creatures have broken the limits and become immortal, they have less freedom than the creatures and their time is infinite, making them boring and boring and ambiguous beings.

I was disappointed in that reality, but I couldn’t turn it back. Taking care of the congregation in such circumstances did not suit me well and was not fun. Therefore, there is nothing to soothe boredom other than observing the world or repeating training.

Even that became boring after hundreds or thousands of years, and my heart was broken. My mind was crushed by the endless monotony of life and I wanted to quit everything, but I couldn’t. God cannot quit on his own, and since he can’t take his own life, his head is getting more and more confused in the endless boredom.

While spending such days, a disaster appeared that turned the world upside down. The calamity acquired most of the magic and spells created by humans at the age of just over twenty, and with them, annihilated the humans in the kingdom where it was born. Among them, of course, was the family.

Calamity smiled madly at the red world she had created and put on a satisfied expression. I can’t understand such madness and it’s unpleasant, but I kept observing it because it’s the biggest stimulus in this boring world.

Disasters lived by creating new magic and spells and massacring people with them. The gods united in the action of such a disaster and issued a revelation to create a subjugation army, but the disaster survived as if it were laughing at the actions of such gods.

The disaster made all the lives that had died so far into an undead army and gnawed away the power of the subjugation army to gain time. With the time earned, they made each other kill each other with massive hallucinatory curses.

The gods lifted the curse to bestow blessings on the subjugation army that had fallen into atrocities, but the witch threw some great magic and disappeared. And tomorrow, he harasses the subjugation army with a new magic.

Most of the subjugation forces gathered to kill the witch died just like that. The fruit of that death was not to kill the disaster, but to seriously injure it.

The badly wounded witch laughed at them and disappeared. And decades later, when people gradually forgot about it, it reappeared in the world.

The disaster that appeared again kidnapped and brainwashed those who had talent in magic or witchcraft to make them limbs, and at night broke into the leaders’ rooms and brainwashed them to start a war.

Of course, the gods stepped in for such a witch’s actions, but a lot of faith was consumed because there were restrictions on that action as well.

When the brainwashing and curse of disaster were lifted by consuming faith, the witch created another curse and stained the world with blood.

As the war of attrition between the gods and disasters continued, the world became more and more devastated. A boy came into my eyes in a world where orphans and abandoned parents are commonplace.

The boy was a common orphan. Such a boy worked all day and distributed food to lazy and incompetent homeless people. I thought that boy was stupid. And I watched how long you did such stupid things.

I watched the boy until he became a young man, but he continued to generously share his belongings and help people.

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Looking at that guy who is completely different from me, I felt a little strange. And that feeling quickly turned into irritation.

The cursed things created by the disaster attacked and slaughtered the place where he lived. And only the guy who offered up as a sacrifice survived and wept endlessly.

As I watched it, I got annoyed. I couldn’t understand why it was so annoying. I was one of the many people who observed him because I felt affection for him, and for me who lived thousands of years, the time I observed was extremely short.

Even thinking so, my steps headed towards the place where he was. I spent my faith and talked to him. During that conversation, I wanted to see one thing.

I wanted to see disaster compete with this guy who seemed to be on the opposite side of disaster. I accepted that guy as a disciple with a thought that was more like a pastime.

That’s how I had the first disciple in my life, and a lot of things in me changed.

Boredom turned into joy, and laziness turned into energy. And in a worthless world, there was value.

That was the effect of my time with him.

Under that influence, while the disciple wandered around the world helping people, I started taking care of the Dark Elves who made me their god. Those guys who started caring like that developed something called affection, and I manipulated my memories a little and infiltrated them.

It permeated like that, and the boredom disappeared, and I was satisfied with that life.

So when I finally started to live a life worthy of life, disaster started to do crazy things. The disaster slaughtered all the followers of the gods, forcibly consumed their faith, and brought the gods down to the ground. The gods who were brought down by the calamity were beings who had long forgotten about fighting, so they were helplessly killed by the witch.

Thus, the world of the gods took an emergency, but the gods, who had already been tug-of-war over disasters and the world for a long time, did not have the faith to take any special action.

Because of this situation, the gods could not do this and were killed one by one. Like that, the gods were dying one by one, but there was nothing I could do either.

Compared to other gods, I don’t have a lot of faith because the number of followers is very small. However, accepting Daniel as a disciple consumed most of his faith. Since he manifested on earth in such a state, there is no way for faith to gather.

While I couldn’t do anything like that, Ariel, whom I was close to, also died. I felt dirty at the loss I felt after a long time. The change in emotions caused by such a loss soon turned to worry.

I don’t care if disaster tries to bring me down and kill me. Because I have lived too long to have any attachments, I no longer have attachments or attachments to life.

However, I’m worried that these guys I’m attached to and my apprentice will be trampled by disaster after I disappear.

In the midst of such worries, I called out a revelation to the disciple and used all my remaining faith to bless him. And soon, disaster will come again in the world, so he left a request to be careful.

I returned to the divine realm leaving only enough faith to maintain my existence. I returned to the divine realm and sharpened my sword while waiting for my turn.

I waited for my turn like that, but disaster didn’t touch me and started to keep an eye on my disciple.

In such a situation, the sense of crisis grew, but I, who had already given everything to the disciple, could do nothing but believe that the disciple would overcome.

While watching the disciple and the disaster, the disaster came out and tried to cut off the disciple’s connection. Compared to other gods and apostles, I had a deeper connection, so the connection between me and the disciple was not easily severed.

When I was a little relieved by that, the disaster cut off the bond between me and the disciple by offering a part of his soul as a sacrifice. Then he killed his disciple’s firstborn with a curse.

Since then, the disaster has cursed my disciple and his companion, and the disciple has suffered under a terrible curse. Even in such a situation, the position of a god who could not do anything was cursed.

That’s how I couldn’t do anything and lost my disciple. After losing my student, I lived while taking care of Rachel. Hundreds of years after that, the disciple was reincarnated and appeared in the world.

After confirming that the disciple was born healthy, he bet a small blessing. As he gave the blessing of reunion so that the children he failed to protect in the previous life would later be reborn as children of his disciples, he consumed quite a bit of faith.

Then I went back to the guys I was taking care of. As time passed, the disciple faced an end similar to that of the previous life.

In such a situation, endless helplessness, self-blame, and self-hatred came over me. In such feelings, I turned back the time of my disciple with the determination to lose everything. In return, most of my powers were sealed and my soul was bound to the Holy Land, so I couldn’t even step out of the Holy Land.

So, I sent my son-in-law, Rachel, to my disciple’s side. And the disciple’s fate changed and he escaped a miserable tragedy.

While he was relieved by such a fact, the curse of disaster struck the disciple. Realizing that, the disciple came to where I was, and when I checked the disciple’s condition, it was confirmed that the cursed soul fragment was planted.

I checked it and tried to remove it, but the piece of disaster rebelled violently and even the life of the disciple was endangered. In such a situation, I awakened the power that was sealed and cut out the pieces of disaster.

I, who broke the law like that, was dragged before the creator god and stripped of my godhood and name. To me, the creator god brought out an unbelievable story.

It was a story that the disaster the disciple defeated was still alive. When I heard that fact, an indescribable emotion came over me.

While I was feeling that kind of emotion, the creator god made a suggestion. It was a proposal to help him by becoming a guardian because he would be able to kill the disaster.

Although I was puzzled by the proposal of the Creator God who did not intervene in the world, I could not refuse the offer.

What I did as a guardian was to deal with the disastrous limbs operating in the shadows.

After dealing with the disastrous limbs one by one, the long-awaited moment finally arrived. The creator god told me the location of the disaster that was gradually regaining its original power in the west. Then came the order to deal with it.

I have moved on to end my relationship with the disaster that once soothed the dullness of my life, but took away everything from me.

And disaster greeted me with a fishy smile as if he knew.

“What is the matter with the one who is no longer a god? Aren’t you satisfied with taking your anger out on my toy?”

I ignored the taunt and moved slowly.

“Or do you intend to become my test subject?”

With those words, red magic circles appeared everywhere and magic mixed with curses flew towards me. I cut them all off and swung my sword at the calamity. Calamity’s throat was cut and its head rolled to the ground. Disaster’s head, which had been separated from the body, fluttered with a fishy smile.

“It was a pretty sharp sword attack. Are you also that disciple and that teacher?”

With those words, a red thread came out from the cut surface, and the body and head were reconnected.

“Thanks to you, I came up with a good story. The story of a master killing his partner and committing suicide in front of his pupil. Compared to the past, it feels a little boring, but since I can write more stories after that, it will be a good story.”

The disgusting mouth fluttered, and red magic circles appeared all over the place again. I lowered my sword and cut them all down. And he opened his mouth.

“I’m glad you’re trash as ever.”

“Did I even have a penitent dream? You lost your godhood and became very strange.”

Calamity laughed bitterly at those words. The time has come to put an end to such a catastrophe. He raised the energy given by the creator god, allowed it to permeate the sword, and drove the sword into the heart of disaster. Then the witch let out a moan mixed with pain for the first time. Such a calamity glared at me and shouted.

“What have you done?”

“It’s just putting things back to normal.”

I said that and slowly poured the remaining energy into the calamity’s body. Then, a black chain protrudes from the disaster’s body and begins to bind it. Then, the catastrophe screamed and struggled, but it was meaningless. Looking at such a catastrophe, he opened his mouth.

“I have been observing you for a very long time.”

Calamity struggled and did not listen. No, to be precise, you won’t be able to afford to listen. But it wasn’t important to me, so I continued talking to myself.

“I also observed that you killed countless people. No, he was just standing by with various excuses. With that karma, I made my precious disciple suffer, and from now on, I have to repay that karma under the creator god.”

Disaster still does not listen and continues its meaningless struggle.

“The crime of being a bystander is this much, but how much do you think the crime of four years is?”

Calamity did not answer. Looking at such a catastrophe, he went on to speak again.

“You will live the lives of those you killed, with no memory. In the process, your ego will wear out and disappear.”

“Do you think I would be afraid and tremble over something like that? Do you think you’ll give in? I will soon destroy such insignificant things, and I will come back to destroy you and your disciple again.”

The calamity, which harbored only evil feelings and accumulated endless sinful karma, left such words and was dragged away to pay for the karma.

I looked at the place where the disaster was dragged away and disappeared for a while and ended the evil relationship. Then, he returned to the Holy Land for a while and gave Rachel a blessing that would allow the disciples and children to meet again.

That’s how I swung my sword to sort out all my regrets and prepare for a disaster that might reappear someday.

It is the life that a sinful warrior who has lost his name should live by neglecting great confusion because it soothes boredom, because he cannot do anything because of limitations.