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“···This concludes my statement. I swear on my faith that everything contained herein is true.”
A world that the Committee has given the classification code Dimension #77-102.
The highest-ranking clergy of the Elahu-Praga sect were shocked when they heard the testimony. The witness was an inquisitor who had been dispatched to Earth. A total of three were dispatched, but only two returned. The ‘head’ that had been ordered to be retrieved was not brought back.
The council clergy, seeing them empty-handed, imagined the worst-case scenario. But when the hearing began, the statements that came out were far beyond imagination. For better or worse.
“Let’s sort it out.”
The oldest member of the council spoke.
“Your Honor, are you really sure that the being you encountered on Earth is… an incarnation of the beings we serve?”
The judge answers in a calm tone.
“I have already told you everything I have experienced without any exaggeration.”
He even swore on his faith that it was true.
If he had sworn to God, the weight of his words might have been a little lighter. There has never been a case of a priest losing his power after breaking his promise to God, but there have been many cases of priests who broke their oaths to their faith being unable to use their divine powers.
This was significant, considering that the former was a promise to a transcendent being, and the latter was a promise to one’s own beliefs.
Therefore, some researchers claim that divine power is not a blessing from a divine being, but rather an ordinary ability that manifests itself when the condition of earnestly believing in something is met. However, since none of those who claim this have divine power, it is not widely accepted.
“I know it’s hard to accept, but there’s evidence.”
The priests gathered here would not be able to immediately acknowledge the incarnation just by hearing his statement.
So the judge presented the evidence. Clear and convincing evidence.
“The object of my faith has already been expanded. I ‘believe’ without a doubt that the incarnation received on Earth has reached our God. Therefore, the same faith that I give to God is also directed to Him. And… see.”
Hwaah!
The judge’s hands radiate a holy light.
The bishops who saw it sank into silence. The judge had already made a profession of faith. Therefore, if the object he declared to serve was not related to the god of Elahu-Praga, he should have lost his divine power. Since God would not grant grace to an apostate. However, he still retained his power.
Ultimately, it was impossible for the priests to deny the incarnation in this situation, because then they would have to modify the doctrine to say that even those with false beliefs can use the divine power. This would support the claim of some non-believers that the divine power is not related to the existence of God, but is based on the beliefs of mortals.
And the judge spoke as if he was going to clear up any remaining doubts.
“I swear once more on my faith: I know no god but the glorious One who sleeps in Elahu-Pragha.”
I proudly declare that I am not an apostate who simultaneously affirms the existence of multiple gods.
For several days and nights thereafter, the council engaged in heated doctrinal debate. The result was as everyone had expected.
“By unanimous consent, the Council of Elah-Praga amends some of the decrees.”
It was the moment when a prisoner who had disguised himself as an immigration contract agent gained the status of an incarnation worshipped by a religious sect.
After making that declaration, the bishops now began to talk about the future. Their eyes sparkled with anticipation and joy. It was natural, since the incarnation was the first great event to occur since the establishment of the church.
“There must be a lot that needs to be corrected.”
“Why did the Incarnation come to this world in the form of a servant of the Committee and a sinner in need of enlightenment? The place where He manifested was also such a distant, remote dimension···.”
“Isn’t it to observe the world from the lowest place, in the most miserable form?”
“How blessed, how blessed it is!”
“The timing of the appearance is exquisite. It cannot be a coincidence. It is a miracle that accompanies the process of the sleeping gods’ slumber fading away.”
First of all, it was clear what had to be agreed upon first.
How should we serve him in the future? Should we offer prayers to the incarnation separately from those offered to God? Should there be a change in the form of worship?
The judge hesitated and said,
“I asked that question… and the incarnation answered and said.”
The bishops who heard the following words took on a serious expression. The original response of the incarnation was much shorter, but the sentence that went through the judge’s dignified translation was…
– I don’t care how you serve me.
The bishops began a heated debate. The conclusion they reached was this:
“We cannot measure the intentions and thoughts of God by mortal standards. The way of worship we have maintained for so long was not something that the prophet taught us, but something that the religious order developed on its own. It seems that He Himself has told us that such forms are irrelevant.”
“If God sees us, we would be like ants flocking to the blood drops they spilled on the sand. Even if the ants circle around the traces or bring other insects and cut open their stomachs, it would be difficult for the divine to attach much significance to that.”
“Isn’t this the teaching that essence is more important than form? That is our pure faith.”
“Furthermore, the point you made next was… Are you saying that even if you show them such a scene, they won’t have nightmares? The material for the most horrific nightmares is already in God’s memory.”
A single word from a prisoner showed signs of a fundamental reform of the bizarre worship style of the Elahu-Pragha sect that had been passed down for ages.
As their discussion died down, the judge spoke again.
“Actually, there’s something more important than that.”
The judge gave the incarnation a detailed account of everything in the church, because he felt it was necessary to let them know how faithfully they had served God.
Then, what the incarnation was most interested in was that the sect had been diligently collecting talents up until now and was preparing to awaken the gods in time for the upcoming ‘cycle’.
“Upon hearing this, the incarnation spoke to me···.”
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“I think it would be better to put that on hold.”
Minjun said this to the judges in his hideout in Bremenharn, which was already as good as a ruin. He felt his head pounding.
If I were to describe the inner world he was aware of now, it would be like having his body torn in half and then forcibly sewn back together. The memories that suddenly returned and his self as a prisoner were not properly aligned and were going back to being out of sync.
However, his fundamental self is still a prisoner. So, he is Minjun.
‘Is it because my memories of returning are not perfect?’
Even though we only received a few scenes and concepts back, there was a huge difference in ability.
First of all, the talent that shone like a torch from the palm of his hand was proof of that. And the ‘intuition’ that welled up from deep inside him as soon as he heard the judges’ story was also different from the prisoner’s premonition that went in the wrong direction.
‘This is based on memory and experience.’
That’s why Minjun was confident.
Their methods are wrong.
I don’t know if the prophet who told us this initially told us the wrong method, or if there was a problem with the timing, or if the records were corrupted over time…
You can’t wake up those who are sleeping that way.
Minjun said, suppressing his headache.
“Let’s put that ceremony on hold for a moment.”
The judge looked embarrassed, shook his head again, and said he would share it.
Let’s take a look. Minjun points out the part that bothered him the most in the story he’s heard so far.
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“It’s about the talents that were taken little by little from Elah-Praga for that time.”
Until now, Minjun had thought that his obsession with space currency was natural.
Because he is a prisoner. And because talent is the only key that promises freedom.
I never imagined that it was because it was my blood, or the blood of a sleeping compatriot.
He was mistaken, but in fact, what Minjun longed for was not the talent as a ‘number’ stamped on the prisoner’s account. He desired the actual talent. It was natural. Because it was originally his. Because it was theirs.
They were robbed by the committee of what originally belonged to them.
“So how much have you collected so far?”
Minjun’s eyes widened when he heard the answer.
The judge speaks in a flustered manner.
=If the incarnation wishes, I will offer it to you at any time! Report it to the council immediately···!=
“No, wait. If I were to transfer that much talent to the jump ship, the committee would notice right away. I’ll have to think of a way to do it.”
It was dangerous to continue talking like this in this place. The committee must never know that they had made contact. After erasing the traces, Minjun and the judges agreed to talk. Instead of Minjun using his divine magic for some unknown reason, the dead Joachim would supplement his alibi.
“I fought Joachim and got his head before you guys arrived.”
=When we got here, all that was left was his body.=
Now that their memories have started to come back, more may come back. Minjun decided to give them clear instructions after confirming that. Judging from their attitudes now, they seemed ready to follow any instructions faithfully.
‘What on earth is the identity of the prophet? As a result, their actions of leading the ‘primordial race’ to worship God… have led to a situation that is advantageous to me now. It’s as if they saw the future.’
As befitting the title of prophet.
‘It’s a bit much to dismiss it as a coincidence…’
To Minjun’s suggestion that they break up for now and then keep in touch secretly, the judge responded like this.
=Then one of us will stay behind and escort you secretly. We will do this under the pretense of continuing to track down the Patriarch’s body. Officially, our Order does not know where the body is.=
Interdimensional communications are susceptible to being intercepted by the Council. However, if one priest remains here, it is possible to exchange messages with the other priests without them ever detecting them.
“So you’re saying we can meet at Elahu-Praga for the astral projection?”
=Yes, it is so vast that it is impossible to meet each other without deciding on a place and time in advance, but there are signs set up to prepare for such situations.=
I will have to ask in detail later about how to enter Elahu-Praga in a soul state. Minjun’s gaze, thinking so, landed on Ha Eunseong, who had an anxious expression.
The dragon, noticing that their conversation was coming to a rough conclusion, shouted urgently.
=Okay, wait a minute! I have a question to ask···!=
What Yong-i had been waiting to ask was something that Min-jun had also been wondering about.
=That dagger!=
The judges were holding a sword that matched exactly the one stuck in Ha Eun-seong’s neck. The murderer was clearly connected to the Dreamland Church.
=There are people among Earthlings who have that too. Who is it?=
Ha Eun-seong explained to them, who were puzzled. Without going into detail, he said that he had witnessed the person holding the sword on Earth.
But the judges shook their heads.
=The Holy Sword is a sacred object that is not permitted to be used by anyone other than our race. Even if you are a member of the Lephatam tribe, you are prohibited from handling it unless you have the proper qualifications, and in the first place, it cannot be taken outside the parent dimension unless there are special circumstances like this.=
Then, he continues to give answers that go against Ha Eun-seong’s expectations.
=Divine Dragon, it seems you are mistaken. We are the first Repathams to visit this dimension since that one who just died. So, there cannot be anyone in the entire dimension who could have walked around here with the holy sword a few months ago.=
Although Ha Eun-seong had risen from a mentally retarded obese dragon to a dragon raised by God in a single day, he was not happy at all. He shouted in a cold and bitter anger.
=That can’t be true! That guy is definitely···!=
Then Minjun, who had been listening silently, waved his hand.
“Let’s talk about the rest later. Decide quickly which of you three will follow me. Since we can’t travel together on a plane, I’ll tell you where to meet again.”
Next, he speaks while looking at Ha Eun-seong.
“Your story also concerns me a bit. What does the person who killed you look like?”
=What does it look like···.=
Ha Eun-seong, who was about to answer, felt her mind go blank for a moment.
“What is it? What does it look like?”
Ha Eun-seong realizes this for the first time today after his death.
It was never pleasant to recall the moment of his death, and he had deliberately avoided it. Nevertheless, the memory would occasionally come back to him and scratch him, like when he had just seen the aliens’ sword.
However, the sensations in the short flashbacks were always the same. Myself running away in a panic. The shadow of the killer following leisurely. A sharp knife flying. A soft whisper.
But among them… it’s nowhere to be found.
=How come you never felt anything strange until now?=
He mutters in shock.
=That’s ridiculous. I… saw it. I saw it clearly!=
Even though I clearly saw it, there was still a part that looked like it had been cut out white.
Ha Eun-seong could not remember the face of the person who killed him.
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