The Crazy Villain Regains His Sanity

Episode 259:

God is targeting me It was a fairly new story.

What should I say? I thought it would be more generous and merciful if I said God.

It was said that even God is only that much.

In fact, although I never said it out loud, I acknowledged the existence of God.

If it weren’t for God’s miracle, I wouldn’t have been able to return to the past.

I am grateful to God for the opportunity to correct my mistakes. However, the god I am thankful for may not be the same as the god the saint worships.

Anyway, it was an opportunity to hear the saint’s sincerity thanks to Yongyong.

“Are you a being belonging to God?”

“…yes.”

“Then that means individual freedom does not exist.”

Should I view everything that has been done to me so far as being attributed to God’s will?

The type where both thoughts and actions are controlled.

The saint was startled by my words and shouted.

“That’s not it!”

“then?”

“God controls me, but I can act as I please. Even if it is against God’s will. Instead, we have to deal with the aftermath.”

The image of a saint with bleeding eyes comes to mind. So does that mean that your treatment of me wasn’t a lie?

There’s nothing wrong with it anyway, so why be so desperate?

“How did you come to serve God?”

“I was chosen.”

It is said that before being chosen by God, the saint was a promising awakened woman. It was thanks to the oracle that her fate changed overnight, and as a result, she gained amazing powers.

If it weren’t for that, he might have become an outstanding awakened person, but it would have been a long time before he became a superhuman.

“I thought I needed your power, Headbreaker, but God didn’t like it. However, to God, humans are not objects to be saved, so there were parts that differed from my thoughts…”

The saint’s story continued for quite a long time. Even the part where he believes that using his sincere yet conflicting will toward God will help humanity.

It was quite an interesting story to listen to.

“So what do you want from me?”

“I want you, Headbreaker, to be friendly with the person I serve.”

“With the guy who’s targeting me?”

It’s so absurd that I just laugh.

Of course, the saint may think that it is possible for the relationship to improve since the self-proclaimed god and I have not yet crossed the line.

But I have no intention of treating you like a god just because you are a god. I see Shinsu as something that must be overcome at any time. How amazing is God?

If he was the guy who sent me back to the past, I would be willing to say thank you, but other than that, there was nothing better about it.

You might not know if the other person shows a forward-looking attitude.

“If you want to get along well, try persuading that guy called God.”

“So are you accepting it?”

“okay.”

No, it’s a lie. But would even a guy named God fall for lies? I’m curious. If you fall, your head will be crushed in my hands.

“Then… ah ah!”

The saint’s expression brightened as she continued speaking, but her actions stopped, her pupils repeatedly contracted and dilated, and some of her emotions began to disappear.

Looks like divine intervention has begun again.

At the same time, the space above the saint split and Yongyong came out.

Not much time passed, but he came back quickly.

Is the concept of time different where God lives?

“Are you safe?”

[Uh, yes.]

Yongyong looked somewhat mesmerized. I grabbed its tail, turned it over, and looked around.

[What are you doing!]

Yongyong, who was hanging wildly, screamed. I still have my sanity.

“I feel like I’m out of my mind. “Have you suffered a mental attack?”

[I didn’t get hit. Let go of this!]

It’s not a big deal, but you’re being harsh.

When I let go, Yongyong straightened up and started walking around me diligently.

It was crazy.

[I have something to talk about.]

“Let’s change seats.”

I caught a glimpse of the saint and moved to my seat with Yongyong.

When I returned to the dorm, I glanced at Yongyong. The guy who was deep in thought seemed unaware of how his surroundings were changing.

If you leave it alone, it will just think endlessly.

“What did you see when you went there?”

[What I saw….]

“Don’t you remember?”

[No, I remember. Because it was such an unusual case, I thought a lot about it. I was wondering if something like this could happen.]

Yongyong still seemed confused by what he had seen.

It looks like you don’t have any intention of organizing it, so I guess I’ll have to do it.

“So what you saw was God?”

[Not God. To be precise, it is a being close to God.]

“Really?”

[Yes, and it is a being that originated from Shinsu. It is a being that was born much earlier than neither I nor Hyeon-ah know about.]

It was not surprising that Shinsu impersonated God. As time goes by, the Thunderbird will do the same, so it is not strange that it appeared first and settled down.

[And that god smelled like a dragon.]

The smell of a dragon is a word that can give rise to many interpretations. But the simplest thing is of course.

“Did he catch the dragon?”

[The timing is not right. Which one is the truth?]

“An alibi is something that the winner can manipulate as appropriate. If that’s the case, it means that he ate the divine beast, so it wouldn’t have been easy for you to win.”

[Yes…]

“Are you stronger than the Thunderbird?”

[Yes.]

That would mean that it is stronger than other divine beasts.

It is a strong enemy to deal with right away. In that case, it would be a perfect choice after the Thunderbird.

First of all, the mere fact that the self-proclaimed god came from Shinsoo was a huge achievement.

Although the saint interferes with various things, there are clear limits.

“It’s going fun. “I want to see you next time.”

[The best choice I made was not taking you with me.]

Can Shinsu become a god? So what is the power of the guy who impersonates God?

And will God survive if his head gets crushed?

I was looking forward to it in many ways.

* * *

After finishing work in Romania, I headed to Germany.

The European Union was located in Berlin, Germany due to Franz’s influence, and it was decided to move its headquarters periodically after Franz’s retirement.

However, this was quietly destroyed as Harry Carlson and Antoine’s system was shaken after the appearance of Draculea.

Instead, it was Franz, who sacrificed himself to save the superhumans, who ended up leading the European Union.

I thought it was a meaningless sacrifice, but was it treated as a courtesy? In that case, I thought it would be okay if my arm flew off.

Still, it would be better not to make any sacrifices if you can.

I walked around with Franz and was happy to take pictures. All that’s left is a photo. If old Franz wants to gain strength, I’ll have to act friendly.

My intention worked.

According to a Korean government official, my friendship with Franz is widely known throughout Europe, and Franz is said to be the superman I respect the most.

I’ve never once said I respect you.

I have to think of it as the price of mines.

“But since it’s Antoine, he’s not coming.”

“He won’t come.”

“It looks like the power you’ve had so far will be taken away, but won’t it come?”

“Because that’s the kind of guy he is. “They will try to avoid the shower because they know it is against them.”

Old Franz said that this guy named Antoine is conniving, and he has a personality that suits him perfectly. I tried to watch the situation from behind and take action, but it wasn’t possible, so I stayed hidden.

A guy like this needs to be trampled so he can never come out again.

“Is there any way to pull it out?”

“…I think I know what you’re thinking, but don’t ever do that.”

“It would be more helpful to you if you get rid of it quickly.”

“It’s okay, I’m very grateful to you, but I’ll take care of the internal struggle.”

“If that’s the case.”

I wanted to get it done quickly, but it’s a pity. Old Franz seemed to want to keep him around at all costs because he thought he was a useful guy, but it would be more helpful to quickly get rid of someone you don’t think is useful.

For example, this is cleaning. If you see something that needs to be cleaned up in front of you, you can clean it up quickly if you put it away right away, but if you leave it unattended, you will find that at some point you don’t have the courage to clean it.

Of course, the one who doesn’t dare is old Franz, and I’m like a vacuum cleaner, so I just have to sweep it all up.

“But why are you helping me?”

“You didn’t even know that?”

“I was quietly accepting it because I was grateful. But I don’t know what’s on your mind and I feel like you’ll act like you’re accepting it. “Let’s hear the reason.”

Franz thought I had ulterior motives, but I didn’t.

“I just thought it would be good for the European Union to be in your hands.”

“So Harry, you turned that guy into a mess?”

“There is that too.”

[Do not lie. I just didn’t like it so I stepped on it.]

Yongyong, what’s good is good, right? I don’t have a good relationship with old Franz anyway, so if I step on him, he won’t be able to get in my way.

It’s all planned.

Actually, I’ve never drawn such a big picture, but it just needs to fit together in a good way.

[Isn’t that called the dark heart?]

It must be said that it was an exquisite fit.

But old Franz stabbed me for helping me like this.

“That is the plan.”

“What are you doing? I wanted to make it easier for myself when I come to Europe in the future. “I feel like if I see these strange guys setting up something, I’m going to kill them all.”

“Hehe, I’m still grateful to you.”

Isn’t this unexpected?

When I looked at him with a puzzled expression, old Franz had a kind expression on his face. No, I was trying to build it.

When a man who had never made such an expression in his life pretended to do so, a feeling of rejection crept in.

The treatment went very well, so I’m still doing well.

“Originally, at my age, when you experience failure, there is no way to turn back. Considering the skills of those who will succeed me and the decline in my position, complete retirement would be a more fitting ending than standing at the center like this. But thanks to you guys supporting me, I got another chance. Harry and Antoine were able to correct the wrong direction they were leading. “It is difficult to imagine how many innocent people would have died if things had continued like this.”

“….”

One more chance.

That’s something I can sympathize with. When I became a hematoma, I also lived a life full of regrets. However, due to coincidence, I was given another opportunity and was able to become a national superhuman.

Even though he got rid of the bad guys, in his last life he suffered from a hematoma, and in this life he became the world’s strongest superman.

This would not have been possible if there had been no chance given again.

It seems that old Franz felt similar feelings.

“thanks.”

“If you know, do it well.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Franz said with a smile.

* * *

After taking plenty of photos showing Franz’s support, I donated Draculea’s wings and body parts as a gift. This will solidify Franz’s position within the European Union.

Harry Carlson will not be able to come forward unless I remove the poison as far as old Franz is concerned.

In that case, all you have to do is keep the conniving Antoine in check.

That’s why I gave you part of Draculea’s body.

I thought that old Franz, who had lost his prime, would not be easily pushed out if he could show off his friendship with me. If it were me, I would have ignored him and pushed him away, but he was acting frustrated for what he was and what his justification was. I have no intention of respecting that, but if there is such a rule where old Franz is, it is okay to use it.

After everything was done, I boarded the private plane.

The destination I am heading to is King Khalid International Airport in Saudi Arabia, not Korea.

It was decided to accept Nasir’s invitation from Saudi Arabia some time ago.

I was also curious about what kind of person the King of Saudi Arabia was, whom I had been interested in even before I became a superhuman.

When I arrived at the airport, it was Nasir who came to meet me.

“I stopped by for a moment on my way home.”

“Thank you for coming. “We welcome the visit of the world’s greatest superhuman.”

Is it because I’m hunting one more two-horned monster? It feels like the hospitality has become more extreme than before.

“I heard the news. “As expected, you are amazing.”

“It’s no big deal. “The information was put to good use.”

The information provided by Nasir was quite useful when moving in Europe.

“I was just following His Majesty the King’s orders.”

“That’s why I accepted the invitation.”

“I am just grateful. Please go. “His Majesty the King is waiting in front of me.”

“The king himself?”

“He wanted to see you that much.”

It felt much more extreme than I expected.

As I headed to where the king was, guided by Nasir, I recalled information about King Ahmed of Saudi Arabia.

A person called the iron-blooded dictator of Saudi Arabia, who purged all of his brothers during a monster attack and ascended to the throne of the king.

There is an assessment that he is a superman himself and that he succeeded in preserving the nation’s legacy by reducing Saudi Arabia’s extensive front lines.

A dictator who went crazy over the power of the king who saved the country in difficult situations.

He is a unique person whose two evaluations intersect.

“oh.”

I found the person with the strongest spirit out of all the people I could see in the distance.

Even though he wore traditional Islamic clothing, he could not hide his muscular body.

He was tall, reaching 2m, and his curved muscles showed that he was well trained.

In addition to his clean-shaven handsome appearance.

If only the clothes had been changed, one would have mistaken him for an actor.

That person is King Ahmed.

Similarly, when he spotted me, he smiled brightly and began to approach me with long strides.

“My friend!”

He approached me without slowing down, opened his arms and hugged me.

I didn’t stop him because there was no particular hostility, so why are you so happy?

“I looked forward to meeting you. I never thought I would see the world’s strongest superhuman like this. For the first time, I am thankful to God rather than resentful.”

Aren’t the religious rules originally a bit strict here? But there was no hesitation in speaking.

Anyway, I didn’t feel like there was anything else in the welcome.

This means Gwangsim is using his intuition properly, right?

“Now, let’s go to the palace. I will guide you.”

I followed King Ahmed, who was full of goodwill.