Ubermensch – Chapter 156

Chapter 156

As Mason and the Ghost Dragon arrived in Nodens’ dimension, Nodens’ avatar welcomed him.

“You’ve worked hard, Oztalon.”

“I merely observed.”

Mason said, looking at the soul flickering in his palm.

“The death of a man.”

“Is he Cú Chulainn?”

“Yes.”

“Give him to me.”

Nodens’ avatar extended his hand, and Mason handed over Cú Chulainn’s soul.

Nodens’ avatar read Cú Chulainn’s soul for a moment as if reading a book, and made an intrigued expression.

“I see. The magic of Geas stems from their unique view of fate.”

“Are there any results?”

“I’ve gained knowledge, but it won’t be easy for us to utilize.”

Nodens’ avatar said with an intrigued expression.

“They believe that fate is predetermined, but the process leading to that fate is fluid. Geas stems from that view of fate. Even if the process changes, the outcome won’t.”

Nodens’ avatar said calmly.

“That’s precisely why there was discord between the Shadowland and Eriu. The contradiction of believing that fate is fixed while simultaneously trying to change it.”

“Contradiction.”

It was a word Mason had often heard in Eriu.

“So, did we do something meaningless?”

“I’d say we achieved limited success.”

Nodens’ avatar looked at Cú Chulainn’s soul.

“Above all, you gained your Champion, didn’t you?”

“Is that so?”

“A Champion is a precious existence. You can still travel between dimensions yourself because your Divinity is low, but as your Divinity grows, descending to other dimensions will become difficult and inconvenient. At that time, your Champion will be the one to act on your behalf.”

“Like how I’m your Champion?”

“You’re not my subordinate. You’re just… a comrade.”

Mason knew it wasn’t just a simple comrade relationship. But instead of arguing, Mason just gave a bitter smile.

“Anyway, I want to revive Cú Chulainn. What do I need to do?”

“You need to rebuild his body.”

“How?”

“You need to gather your faith and perform a miracle.”

“Will that be possible?”

“You have your Murim people. Their faith… no, if you gather their trust, you should be able to create at least one Champion.”

Mason closed his eyes.

Now that he was a god, he could feel it.

Himself connected to the people.

And the feelings people held for him.

Mason gathered those powers and poured them into Cú Chulainn’s soul.

Cú Chulainn’s body slowly began to regenerate.

A well-trained body. A tall stature. A warrior’s face with scars.

All of it was being rebuilt by Mason’s divine power.

Cú Chulainn opened his eyes.

“Now that I have received a new body, it is time to fulfill my promise.”

He knelt on one knee and said reverently.

“My god, Oztalon.”

Mason made an awkward expression.

“You don’t have to be so stiff. Treat me like a friend.”

“A god is a god, and a believer is a believer.”

“You’re my Champion, so you can’t be considered a stranger.”

Cú Chulainn smiled bitterly.

“Do you desire a friend?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. Then I will treat you comfortably.”

Cú Chulainn’s body was composed of Mason’s divine power. If Cú Chulainn died, Mason would lose that much divine power, and if Mason died, Cú Chulainn, unable to receive divine power, would inevitably die.

They were literally in the same boat.

“Let’s go. I have some people to introduce you to.”

Atop Nodens, a certain area was allocated to Mason. It was being rebuilt in a Chinese style, and Cú Chulainn seemed intrigued by its exoticism.

“Is this the place Oztalon rules?”

“You could say that.”

And in the center of that city stood the Champion.

“That’s a magnificent statue.”

“It’s not a statue.”

Mason shouted towards the Champion.

“Serious God! Say hello! This is my Champion, Cú Chulainn!”

The Champion lowered its body and greeted.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Champion. I am the Champion’s AI, Serious God.”

Cú Chulainn made a subtle expression.

He looked at the machine and said,

“Champion?”

“Yes. Champion.”

He pointed a finger at himself and asked,

“…Champion?”

Mason smiled bitterly.

“…From now on, call him ‘Warrior’.”

Cú Chulainn nodded.

“Now, these are my people, and the Champion is my divine artifact. And you’re my Warrior.”

Mason said quietly.

“There is a being in this universe called the Destroyer who destroys all dimensions. Our mission is to help Nodens and stop the Destroyer.”

Cú Chulainn said in a calm voice,

“Is Eriu included among the worlds to be destroyed?”

“He intends to destroy all worlds, so Eriu will be included as well.”

“As long as my wife, my country, and my world exist, I will never back down. I will fight with all my might.”

“I have no doubt that you will.”

Mason grinned.

“Because I saw it with my own eyes.”

Cú Chulainn and Mason were very much alike.

“Now, I’ve prepared a small gift for you.”

“A gift? What kind of gift?”

Mason stood in front of Nodens’ statue.

“Orichalcum Long Spear.”

As he prayed, the Orichalcum Long Spear appeared on the statue’s palm. Mason grabbed the spear and prayed.

“Now, throw this spear.”

“…?”

Cú Chulainn, puzzled, threw the spear.

It flew far away and stuck into the ground.

“Open your hand and tell it to come back.”

“Come back!”

In that instant, the spear was sucked into Cú Chulainn’s hand.

It was the rune magic that Yekaterina had bestowed upon him, shared with Cú Chulainn.

“The spear is a masterpiece, and the magic is useful.”

“How about naming it Gae Bolg?”

“Why should I call it Bolg’s spear?”

“Well…”

For Cú Chulainn, it had to be Gae Bolg. The problem was, this Cú Chulainn had no reason for this spear to be Gae Bolg.

“The person who designed this spear is named Bolg.”

“If that’s the case…”

Cú Chulainn readily agreed.

Mason smiled bitterly.

‘Now that I’m a god, I’m getting better at lying…’

At that moment, Nodens walked towards them from afar.

He didn’t appear abruptly, likely out of consideration, so as not to startle them.

“Oztalon.”

“Nodens.”

Nodens said to Mason,

“Shall we take a walk?”

“Sure, why not.”

Nodens and Mason started walking.

“Your temple is starting to take shape.”

“Is that so?”

“The divine artifact Champion. The divine beast Ghost Dragon. The Murim people as your followers. The Warrior Cú Chulainn. It’s a small scale, but it can be considered a proper temple.”

“I see…”

Each and every one of them was close to his heart. He was proud of each and every one of them. Mason grinned and said,

“They’re all more than I deserve.”

“But you’re still lacking something.”

“What’s that?”

“A divine army. And a High Priest.”

“A divine army is understandable, but why a High Priest?”

“A High Priest is someone who manages the faith of the people and concentrates their power towards you. Right now, your faith is weak, and you’re not properly converting that faith into power.”

“Well, I’m a newbie god.”

Mason smiled bitterly.

“So, how do I find a High Priest?”

“It needs to be someone who believes in you. And someone who can make others believe in you.”

“That’s… a bit difficult.”

If there was one thing Mason had learned in the secular world, it was that uniting hearts was harder than it seemed. It was hard enough to trust others, let alone make them trust him.

It wasn’t an easy task.

It wasn’t something just anyone could do.

“Do you have anyone in mind?”

“I do. But there’s a bit of a problem.”

“What is it?”

“He’s in a dying world. And given your nature… you tend to get overly involved in dying worlds.”

“I know that we have to give up on what needs to be given up on.”

“I’m not sure you can do that this time.”

“Trust me.”

Nodens quietly nodded.

“I will trust you.”

Whoosh.

Nodens opened a dimensional gate.

As if suddenly remembering, Mason said,

“Oh, right. Who is this person who should be my High Priest?”

“You’ll find out when you get there.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Mason stepped through the dimensional gate.

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The place Mason arrived at was a field with sprawling lawns.

The sunlight was warm, and the wind was fresh.

Looking around, he saw a white, clean wooden cafe.

Next to the entrance was a price list written in chalk on a blackboard.

With a verdant green background and flowerpots placed here and there, it was a picturesque cafe.

Mason laid down on the lawn with a comfortable feeling and looked up at the sky.

“…!”

And at that moment.

Mason froze in place.

‘Destroyer…!’

He could faintly see the shadow of the Destroyer.

It seemed like it would arrive within ten days.

‘So that’s what he meant by a dying world.’

The Destroyer was coming, and this world would soon be destroyed.

Then there was no time to waste.

He had to find the person who would become his High Priest and escape.

‘Where am I? And where should I go?’

Mason looked at the cafe’s menu board.

Thanks to the Blessing of Languages, he understood it was a coffee menu, but because it was in a language he didn’t know, he couldn’t tell which country’s language it was.

‘Judging from the surroundings, it seems to be around the 21st century…’

Looking at the streetlights and vehicles in the distance, it was clear that it was around the 21st century.

The problem was where this place was.

After a moment of contemplation, Mason entered the cafe.

“Excuse me, can I ask for directions?”

At that moment, the cafe owner grumbled,

“Am I your Google Maps? What do you think phones are for?”

In that instant, Mason froze in place as if struck by lightning.

That rough tone was definitely Korean.

A small, delicate body wearing an apron.

Fierce-looking eyes and golden blonde hair.

The unforgettable face of someone he could never forget was looking at him.

“…Deroa?”

There stood Deroa Ranieri.