Chapter 285 Oblivion Is A Blessing From God
The god quickly looked away.
'As I thought, without permission.'
It seems this god reincarnates souls without asking. I don't know what the god from the original world thinks, but they probably know about it.
"I don't know the common sense of gods, but in human terms, that's theft. I don't want to say I want to go back to Sarasa since I'm dead over there, but can't I at least return to the original cycle?"
"It's not impossible, but you'll need to ask the god over there to send you back."
"Are you planning to talk to them?"
"They might get mad for taking the soul without permission."
"Then you should definitely get scolded!"
"Eh, do you really hate this world that much?"
In front of the god, who spoke in a somewhat spoiled voice, Sara couldn't hold back her irritation.
"Hey. Are you aware that you're a really annoying god? I think you should ask those kinds of questions before reincarnating someone. I was born and raised in your world without any choice. After 8 years, it's natural that I have family and friends I care about. Knowing that I can't deny it at this timing is really cowardly. Even though I died over there, you stole my soul without my consent like a kidnapper!"
Sara stood up forcefully and turned her back on the god, walking away. She had no idea where to go... probably nowhere, but she couldn't bear to keep looking at that god's carefree smile.
As if responding to that anger, a wind of magical power began to swirl around Sara, gradually gaining strength. Multiple tornadoes formed, tearing up the grass. The garden table set prepared by the gods was also swept away by the tornado created by Sara.
Sara's long silver hair was blown by the wind, and her skirt fluttered wildly. With a swift motion, Sara extended her right hand forward, and in a straight line, the grass was cut down all the way to the horizon.
"Sara, stop! This world will be blown away!! It's a world where your loved ones are. If you keep this up, your soul won't be safe either. You can't gather any more magical power!"
Sara turned around, her mouth twisting into a slight smirk.
"So, threatening like that, taking hostages is your way, huh?"
"That's the truth."
"You can manipulate time, right? Rihito and Kazuya lived in a similar era as me in their past lives, but they reincarnated at very different times. Just rewind after everything is blown away. But don't bring me back. Otherwise, we'll just repeat the same thing."
Sara, with a flustered expression, tried to rush towards the god, unleashing a gust of wind, and with all the elegance she learned from Rebecca, she said with a graceful smile.
'I won't cry in front of someone like this. I won't even show a hint of being shaken!'
"That's a perfectly reasonable request."
Suddenly, a third voice came from behind. When Sara turned in surprise, she saw 3 men and women standing there.
"Hey, Marcato, enough already. Because of you, this is affecting us too."
"It's not my fault. This girl is causing a storm with her magic."
"That's because you made her angry. It's your insensitivity that's to blame."
As expected, when Sara heard that trouble was affecting unrelated places, she couldn't just let her anger take over. Once Sara calmed down, the swirling storm inside her faded away, returning to a gentle breeze.
"I'm sorry. It seems I've caused trouble in your world as well."
"It's fine. We know it's not your fault."
"Yeah, it's clearly Maru's fault."
They seemed to be gods from another world, but everyone spoke kindly to Sara.
"Thank you."
"I understand how you feel, but please calm your heart. I'll scold my brother later."
"Um, is that... Marcato over there? Is he your brother?"
"I'm Grazioso. Unfortunately, I'm this fool's sister."
"I'm Maestro."
Marcato and the two gods did look quite similar. And then, walking leisurely from behind them was an elderly woman wearing a work shirt made of denim-like fabric, with rolled-up sleeves, chinos, and sneakers. She even had a slightly dirty apron over her clothes.
Her hair was completely white, giving her the appearance of an elderly woman, but she also had a lively vibe.
'Since she's with the 3 gods, she must be a goddess too, but if she were human, she'd be a cheerful grandma whose age is hard to tell.'
"Sarasa... no, it's Sara now. I am the god of the world you came from. I am also the foolish god who let you be taken away by this idiot. I apologize for the trouble you've faced because I wasn't paying attention."
"No, thank you for all your help until now."
'Huh, is this kind of greeting okay? It feels like a greeting when going to get married or something.'
"May I ask your name, goddess?"
"Sara, the names of gods are just for show. We are called by many names and appear in many forms. Their names are just self-proclaimed titles, like silly names for music lovers. So, you can call us whatever you like."
"My naming sense is known to be terrible, so I hesitate to call a god by a name I thought of."
"Hmm. Then you may call me Gaia."
"Then, Mrs. Gaia, is it possible for me to return to the cycle of your world after I die here?"
"It is not impossible. However, I will ask you again when your life ends if you truly wish to return to this cycle. After all, your lifespan is surprisingly long. This fool is only careless about such things."
As Gaia glared at Marcato, Marcato flinched in fear.
"Mrs. Gaia, are souls often stolen?"
"I create many souls compared to other gods, so there are many gods who wish to receive them. If a soul desires it, I can let it cross worlds and give it away, but this fool has taken them without permission several times."
"Creating souls involves pain that feels like cutting into my own divine self. How can you create so many?!"
Marcato, who had been called a fool repeatedly, snapped back at Gaia, but Sara, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but interject.
"Ser. Marcato, I don't think that's something the thief should say. You know how much effort goes into creating them, yet they were taken without permission, right?"
"Well, there are just so many souls floating around, and it looks like they're just being left alone. You'd think once they were made, they wouldn't care anymore."
Gaia took on a tone as if explaining to a child in response to Marcato's sulky attitude.
"Souls that are born into the world suffer greatly to create vessels for the next generation of souls. Many of them lose their lives giving birth to the next generation. Even after such suffering, they still desire the next generation, and to fulfill their wishes, I continue to create new souls. I love all the souls I have created in this way."
"What do you mean you love them! You hardly give them any special abilities, and their lifespans are so short!"
Gaia waved her hand, and the garden table set that Marcato had prepared appeared right in front of her. She created another chair and plopped down into it.
"Souls are created by us gods, but the moment they leave their body, they are no longer mine. Think a little deeper about what it means for a soul to have its own ego. Marcato, because humans have short lives and lack power, they worry, desire the next generation, sometimes fight, and then civilizations and cultures bloom. I believe it is the role of gods to watch over them without overly interfering."
Before anyone noticed, Gaia was holding a large mug filled with a sparkling drink. A rich yet alcoholic scent wafted through the air, clearly indicating it was strong liquor.
'Wait, is she drinking strong alcohol from a mug!?'
However, ignoring Sara's worries, Gaia gulped down the drink like water, and the mug vanished from her hand without a trace.
"Honestly. I can't do this without drinking divine sake (soma). Marcato, it's true that those who are given part of a god's power become singular points and can greatly change the times. But you must realize that the souls used as singular points often become exhausted and are so damaged that they cannot return to the cycle of reincarnation even after their lives end."
When Gaia waved her hand, various colored orbs appeared one after another. The orbs floated around Gaia, each one having a blurry boundary, with some so small they looked like they might disappear.
'Wait, are all those souls? Isn't it the Creator God, Marcato, who is leaving them alone?'
"Those are souls I created!"
"Yes. Actually, the souls I made are strong even when they become singularities. Even if they get a little hurt, they can heal themselves and return to the cycle of reincarnation."
"Why do only the souls I create end up all broken?"
"It's hard to explain, but your souls probably lack flexibility. When force is applied, they break easily. You should create them to change shape flexibly while still not losing their essence."
"How can I do something like that easily? Not every god is a soul craftsman like you!"
'No, since Mrs. Gaia is a god, shouldn't that be a divine craftsman instead?'
Sara had a thought that she didn't care much about.
"Mar, maybe you're not suited to be a Creator God?"
Even Maestoso seemed to express his disbelief.
"But Maes and Grazia also received souls from Gaia!"
"Yes, we properly asked for her, and the souls agreed to be reincarnated here. I thought it would be a good inspiration for my children in the cycle of reincarnation. Of course, I love and cherish the souls I received just like my own children. I didn't take them without permission like a thief. Mar, you should follow the proper steps too."
Grazioso also spoke up to advise Marcato.
"I asked Gaia to give me some too! But I was refused."
'Oh, she were refused.'
"Of course. There's no way I'd agree to give my soul to a world where proper civilization hasn't even formed yet, and immature souls are just fighting over the little food available. It's only right to grow on my own first before wishing for anything."
"You asked for help because you couldn't grow, right?!"
Gaia shot a mocking glance at Marcato, who quietly looked away.
"And you stole souls, gave them powers, and reincarnated them while keeping their memories. As if that wasn't enough, you took many plants and animals from my world. If you're a god, why not create your own?!"
'I see. So, Ser Marcato was trying to bring the world as it is.'
"Thanks to the stolen souls and plants, ancient civilizations arose in your world. But look at what happened. The people in your world quickly forgot the great benefits they received from the reincarnators, and instead of respecting them, they rejected them like they were something foreign. And when the reincarnators were lost, knowledge and technology vanished, leading to conflicts over the remaining relics, and the ancient civilization easily fell."
"It was just a coincidence. Things like that happen, right? There were plenty of witch hunts and wars in Gaia's world too!"
"That's true. People are easily swayed by things that are different from themselves. It's like an instinct to form groups with those who are similar to protect themselves. Whether they worship, fear, hate, envy, or avoid the strange things, the essence doesn't change; it's just the direction of their feelings that differs. Well, you could say it was a conflict that was bound to happen."
"But you, undeterred, gave powers to the souls you created. As a result of those who became singularities using their powers, many nations arose. However, many of them ended up being persecuted, hurt, and now they drift without returning to the cycle."
"Not all souls have become like that. Some have become great kings!"
"To say such things after sacrificing many souls is not just shocking; it's truly pitiful. Do you understand? You are speaking harshly in front of the souls you sacrificed."
"Ah..."
The wounded souls did not want to leave Gaia's side, as if they admired her. Gaia shifted her gaze to the souls floating around her and gently poured sparkling light upon them. Gradually, the souls grew larger, their boundaries becoming clearer, forming smooth and beautiful spheres. Each one was different in color and size, but all radiated a beautiful glow.
"Marcato, I have separated the divine power from the souls you created, erased their memories, and purified them. It was difficult to repair the damaged parts, so I had to remove them entirely. I will take these poor souls with me. If they are guided by caring souls, they will mature even more. Forgetting is a blessing from the gods. You should understand how much burden reincarnation with memories places on a soul. If a rejected soul retains memories of their past life, they will endure loneliness, longing for their kind, and continue to wander..."
'Ah, Rihito is exactly that kind of case.'
Sara thought of her fellow soul, who was probably worried about her since they had just met.
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