Regret Comes Too Late For Both Gods And Humans (1)

Five days after moving to Yangpyeong region with Mina, I noticed she began to eat porridge. Quite a lot of it, in fact.

It wasn’t that eating a lot was wasteful, but rather, I was concerned that the potion’s performance was better than expected, potentially leading to unforeseen consequences.

Even if her stamina wasn’t an issue, if her strength or agility became too enhanced, it could pose problems for living on Earth.

These game items, which had manifested with improved performance through divine power, required constant caution to prevent Mina’s stats from skyrocketing.

If Mina’s current strength, which ranged between 2 and 3, were to exceed 10, she might accidentally harm someone.

Today, using the third ‘Check’ ability, I verified Mina’s physical stats while she slept, then returned to my room and lay down on the bed.

Now accustomed to it, I put on the goggles and launched the third game.

As my vision flickered, a muscular man without any weapons raised his hands and shouted, then the screen changed.

As soon as the loading finished and the view brightened, the previously clear vision began to shake violently. Simultaneously, the edges of the screen turned red and then repeatedly recovered.

‘This guy should have left the character in town if he sold it!’

Through the violently shaking view, I saw in the distance a guy with a red ID repeatedly shooting arrows with a bow as big as his body.

Checking my health gauge, it hadn’t decreased much. Archers were the ones I faced endlessly in the ‘Battlefield of the Gods.’

With familiar movements, I zigzagged quickly towards him and threw a punch.

*CrowCatcher: ^#$^#$@

OneGuyOnly: Oh?

Honestly, the most disappointing thing about this dimension’s Earth was the games.

If I hit once, or maybe three or four times, the monster would counterattack, then I would hit three or four times again, drink a potion, and get hit by the monster once more…

The moment I realized that, I wondered what on earth I was doing.

But this game I was currently logged into, perhaps because it was targeted only at users with goggles and gloves, and the main content was PvP, there was no awkwardness in zigzagging and punching.

Admiring the most combat-specialized, well-crafted game engine, I opened my bag to find it full of various weapons.

Just as the archer was about to step back, I quickly approached and landed a series of punches on his head.

And finally, I chose a weapon I felt attached to and held it in both hands.

Whether he was stunned by my recent hit or used some strange skill, the archer retreated as if teleporting backward.

However, what I took out from the inventory was the familiar weapon ‘scythe.’

Not with a sharp blade but with a creepy appearance stained with dried blood, I aimed for the archer’s ankles as if cutting grass.

At the same time, the archer, as if caught on something, couldn’t move from his spot and, with a big decision, aimed his bow at me again.

But faster than that, a pair of sinister-looking scythes sliced through the air and rained down on the archer’s head in succession.

After enthusiastically pummeling him, I found the archer, now gray and folding his white wings like dumplings, collapsed on the ground.

“Return.”

I mumbled the command to move back to the village after an unexpected battle.

After a brief moment, my vision turned white, and the surroundings changed to a bustling village.

Only then could I finally bring up the character window and skill list.

‘Dive.’

Confirming the satisfying skill list, I activated Dive, and as my dulled senses recovered, I heard the bustling noise.

The noise, smell, and feel of the game after Diving. This sensation was more vivid than any virtual reality game, making me want to enjoy the game in Dive mode.

‘Synchronization. Target specified. OneManOnly. Why are there no normal usernames…?’

“What…? Huh? Logout.”

As my vision turned dark and the black goggles appeared, I tried to take them off and stand up. But at that moment, I was so shocked that my body froze.

“You have come?”

“Creator… sir…?”

How could I not be surprised when I, lying in my own bed, in my own room, in my own house, was suddenly transported to meet the Creator without a sound?!

“Why not just call me Creator? What’s with the awkward pause followed by sir?”

“Huh? Oh, I was just surprised by the change, that’s all.”

“If that’s the case, then just say so… tch. Anyway, you were right.”

“What?”

“When we parted, didn’t you say that we’d probably meet again within a few days? I’m saying this because that’s exactly what happened.”

“Oh, yes. If you called me so suddenly, then it’s about… those women, right?”

“Hahaha. Yes, those women indeed.”

“Aren’t those women crazy? Or is it just stupidity at this point? From the start, a god can’t directly harm an agent, can they? Even putting aside the contract basis, isn’t that the ‘setting’? If they step in now, it’s like confessing they spied and committed a crime. Anyway, those women are consistently clueless. In this case, I can’t tell if it’s cluelessness or stupidity.”

“Ha… Hahahaha, hahahaha! Hahaha. Ah… sorry, sorry.”

The Creator, laughing like a mad person alone, wiped tears from his eyes with his fingers, catching his breath.

“Whew… It’s been a really long time, truly a long time, since I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. If I had known you sooner, I wouldn’t have been bored. I know, but just in case, do you know who I’m talking about?”

With a playful tone, the Creator asked me, not erasing the smile from his lips.

In response to the Creator’s question, I maintained a mocking smile, answering as if spitting out sand that had entered my mouth.

“A filthy hypocrite and the worst of the worst, a wretched whore! Amor, called the God of Love, and a celestial being with a ridiculous name. And the insane woman who isn’t sane for even a day in a year except when fighting, Serpens, the Goddess of Pain, and a demon, isn’t it?”

“Kahahahaha. That’s right, that’s right. Your assessment is very objective and sharp. Kahahahahaha.”

I stared blankly at the Creator laughing madly, wondering what was so amusing. Then, perhaps feeling awkward under my sullen gaze, the Creator cleared his throat and regained composure.

“Yes. Those women you mentioned were here.”

“So what?”

“What’s there to say? Those women came and threw a fit. They must have seen you and Aetas bickering.”

“Oh…!”

Well, considering the commotion we caused, it’s no wonder the gods noticed, even if humans didn’t.

I felt a twinge of regret for not holding back a bit just now, but thinking it over, those crazy women were surely keeping an eye not just on me, but on other agents too.

“What should I do?”

“That’s up to you. Didn’t you say it yourself? It’s an act that violates the contract. So those women can’t just do whatever they want.”

“But isn’t that why you called me here? Before that, may I ask a somewhat impolite question?”

“Why? Do I seem weaker compared to the celestial and demonic gods?”

“Yes.”

“…Heartless brat. Not even a hint of hesitation! I didn’t raise you like that.”

“I grew up on my own. My parents were often absent due to my sick sibling when I was coming of age.”

Despite saying something that might have warranted an awkward apology from someone else, the Creator’s expression remained unchanged.

“Hmph! You’re mistaken. If I had to answer ‘Yes or No,’ it’s obviously ‘No.’ I’m the Creator! Do you think I’m weaker than those fake gods?”

I watched the burly young man boastfully shrug his shoulders.

‘Is he really the Creator?’

“You fool! Do you think there’s a god who would impersonate the Creator? If you want to die, I’d suggest suicide instead. Impersonating the Creator means at least the erasure of existence, you fool!”

“Yes, yes, of course.”

“Still, you fool!! Sigh… Things aren’t that simple. Yes, it’s all because of my shortcomings! Is that enough?”

After that, what followed was the Creator’s grumbling? A venting of frustrations? Chatter? It was something that couldn’t be defined in a single word.

The lengthy story from the Creator that followed was about the reasons and background for the creation of the ‘Battlefield of the Gods,’ along with his regrets and laments over his own mistakes.

Omniscient and omnipotent.

I first realized that even a god, who knows everything and can do anything, could make mistakes and have regrets.

I had always thought that celestial gods or demons were not true gods, so the statement that the Creator, who is considered a true god, made mistakes and regretted them was a small shock to me.

When the Creator first created dimensions, he was said to be engrossed in the act of ‘creation.’

He was happy watching the newly created life forms and planets in his hands, and seeing them live their lives.

And as creatures that ‘think’ began to emerge, just like him, he said every day was filled with happiness and joy.

While it was enjoyable to watch creatures accustomed to instinct, the actions of ‘thinking’ creatures each inspired his admiration.

The Creator gradually began to create similar creatures on other planets, expanding them.

In this way, he created many planets and dimensions, and created creatures.

The simultaneous events caused by his children in all the dimensions he created were things even he couldn’t have predicted, and they brought him joy.

But misfortune always follows happiness.

The first time is important to everyone, and one tends to put in all their efforts. The first pitcher on the mound, the first soccer player to play, the first day at work, the first child, the first trip…

Whenever the word ‘first’ is attached to something, extraordinary things that exceed one’s own power tend to happen.

Whether human, god, or Creator, it was no different.

The first planet created by the Creator was abundant with mana and had a warm, pleasant climate year-round.

The land was so blessed that planting seeds would yield crops many times over. In a word, paradise.

His first planet was a paradise.

The overflowing divine power quickly elevated thinking and reasoning beings to the status of superhumans. Simultaneously, even among beasts, higher-level beings emerged.

Here, a problem arose.

Those who pondered and sought truth firmly believed they resembled the Creator who made them, and they thought becoming superhuman was the proof of it.

However, they were deeply displeased that primitive, savage beings who merely ate, defecated, and fought possessed the same power.

The beings elevated from beasts to divine beasts, though called divine beasts, did not suppress their innate fighting instincts. They bared their teeth at the slightest provocation.

Jealousy and strife.

The first ‘superhuman war,’ born from these two emotions that oddly fit together despite not matching, erupted across the blessed planet.

The Creator, who had paid extra attention since it was the first, inadvertently amplified the aftermath of the battles between the two factions.

Like a small spark turning into a large flame in an oxygen-rich area, the overflowing divine power aided in the planet’s destruction.

Even small magic led to tremendous explosions, and the fertile land became diseased.

Superhumans. The battles of transcendent beings always involved explosive divine power, as well as killing intent and fighting spirit.

The total amount of divine power does not change.

However, due to the devastated land and constant exposure to survival and competition, its nature became increasingly destructive.

The superhuman war, which began with jealousy and struggle, led the planet into madness under the influence of destructive divine power.

Creatures driven to madness engaged in slaughter, and the ruthless and indiscriminate killing and warfare further altered the nature of mana.

As the vicious cycle repeated, the planet was completely transformed.

Thereafter, the once beautiful planet, created with love by the Creator, came to be known as the ‘Demonic Realm.’