The Full-fledged Babysitter? (1)

As people entered, he gestured with his chin to the opposite side, and they each walked to their desired seats and sat down.
The two people looked familiar. And it wasn’t long before he remembered who they were.
‘This is unexpected. I never thought the Two Oddballs would come by.’

The god gave the gnome warrior Naruan an adorable charm, confidence, and good companions, but forgot just one thing: a sense for battle.

—Rebound Legion, Spirit Stalker Hazel.

The two oddballs. Literally, two peculiar individuals.

They possessed strength comparable to the Seven Stars, but they didn’t belong to any faction and had no interest in war.

That doesn’t mean they surrendered. They simply roamed the “Battlefield of the Gods” energetically, pursuing their own desires, appearing and disappearing like phantoms.

In other words, it referred to two representatives who engaged in bizarre activities for their own purposes rather than the “Battlefield of the Gods.”

First, the Spirit Stalker.

This elf, despite being an elf, couldn’t control spirits. They say his affinity with spirits was in the negatives?

It was so bad that when he became a representative, he wished to be able to control spirits, but his patron god said it was too difficult to grant.

Instead, they agreed to make his negative spirit affinity ‘Zero.’

In his previous life, the Spirit Stalker was famous for two incidents.

One was the incident where he caused a commotion at the Spirit Guild throughout his training period.

In truth, he didn’t damage any property, but just by staying at the Spirit Guild, the spirits contracted by the spiritists refused to be summoned.

However, it was incomprehensible that the spirits refused to be summoned just because there was someone with a spirit affinity of ‘0’, not even a negative number…

The other was the time spent in the Spirit Forest, located in the south, chasing after spirits.

Well, it wasn’t that he was chasing any special spirit, but he was called a bizarre elf known as a Spirit Stalker because he would follow any spirit he could see.

A typical handsome young man, the kind I dislike the most… no, the kind I find annoying.

Even when sitting still, he exuded an aura as if the air around him paused for a moment.

His long black hair with a hint of red and light sky-blue eyes, like a mid-tier potion, added an air of mystery to the handsome young man.

‘Check.’

No wonder he can’t make contracts with spirits.

The divine power used to contract and command spirits is called Spirit. No matter how hard you try, it can’t be done with Force.

Even if you’re not born with it, you can’t cultivate or forcibly insert Spirit when you have so much Force. It could strain the Force core.

‘Well, it’s not like there’s no way at all.’

Next is the Battle Puppet.

Turning my eyes away from the Spirit Stalker, there was a girl wearing cute yellow overalls that matched her appearance, staring straight at me.

Though she looks like that, she’s not a child but an adult. It’s a physical trait that appears because she’s of the Gnome race.

She was a warrior woman of the Gnome race. A battle demon, a Battle Puppet.

This adorable Gnome woman had a very peculiar background.

If someone seemed strong, she would charge in and demand a fight. It was fine if the opponent nodded easily, but that was rarely the case.

In the ‘Battlefield of the Gods,’ the term sparring is seldom used. Unless it’s a matter of life and death.

Even within the same legion, sparring is rare. If they insist, it’s usually a simple warm-up without divine power.

But this adorable Gnome would charge in regardless.

Divine power? She used it freely. As a result, sometimes her opponents ended up dead.

However, the Battle Puppet didn’t think much of it and simply walked away.

So, is this adorable Gnome strong?

No. She hadn’t mastered any martial arts that efficiently used special techniques or divine power.

All she had was her reckless brawling and occasionally using a scythe with a handle longer than her body. So, contrary to her appearance, this adorable Gnome was not a magical attack type but a physical attack type representative.

As a result, there were even those who claimed they had killed this Battle Puppet.

And it wasn’t just one or two people, but despite their claims, this Battle Puppet was alive and well, constantly challenging other strong individuals.

In my previous life, when I was making a name for myself with my monstrous voice, she charged at me for a fight, and I can’t forget what she said at the end of that duel.

“Pfft! Ah, you fight so disgustingly. Is that what you want to do? Fine, say you won. Ugh!! You filthy bastard!”

I kept mentioning about the win, but I was shocked into silence by the words of this gnome with a truly elementary school physique who spat on the ground, and the legion members watching the spar burst into laughter, rolling on the floor.

Though small in stature, the gnome tried to express herself with a loud voice and exaggerated gestures, yet often struggled against her physical limitations.

Women who saw this Battle Puppet would scream “Eek! Eek!” and shiver with cuteness.

Above all, with that apricot-colored hair and light pink eyes, and that adorable face still carrying baby fat, she would constantly challenge others to fights or threaten to kill, inevitably earning the label of bizarre…

‘Check.’

“Pfft!”

‘Im-Immortality?! And Diligence? Why, where did sincerity go?’

I almost burst out laughing at the list of talents that seemed completely mismatched with her nature.

Ignoring the strange looks from the four pairs of eyes, I quickly activated ‘Check’ on the two women beside them.

‘Even if I let the ones above slide, what’s with this girl?’

However, putting aside the questions, I broke the prolonged silence and spoke first.

“What’s the matter?”

The direct and unfriendly question left all four visibly flustered.

Especially Asriel. Her face clearly showed an expression of, “How dare you treat me like this!”

While the four were unable to say anything and just exchanged glances, Naruan, who was precariously perched on a chair, raised her hand high.

‘Is this elementary school? Why raise your hand to speak?’

With a nod of my chin as if to say, “Go ahead,” she didn’t stand up but climbed onto the chair and pointed at me boldly.

“Let’s fight!”

“Alright. Next.”

“…What?”

“I said okay. Let’s meet at the training ground in a bit. Next. What about the others?”

I waved my hand dismissively, clearly showing my annoyance at her words.

Naruan, who had boldly stood on the chair, hesitated and sat back down… or rather perched… anyway, she sat at the edge of the chair, swinging her feet in the air.

The remaining three began to exchange nervous glances.

An awkward silence. It felt like asking a not-so-close friend for a loan.

The one who couldn’t stand the uncomfortable atmosphere was Asriel, a woman of Katarina’s caliber.

“I’m going to stay here for a while.”

“…What?”

Somehow, I felt uneasy. I might even have to apologize to Katarina. As expected…

“This place is perfect for me to stay. You’ve got a training ground set up in the back, right? Plus, the air is nice, it’s cleaner than an inn, and the staff isn’t bad.”

“…Sigh.”

Yeah, this is exactly what you’d expect from the unlucky icon, Kim Han. Somehow, things had been going too smoothly lately for me.

For a moment, I wondered what it would have been like to have a truly nasty and vicious reputation. At least then, clueless brats like this wouldn’t dare approach me.

“Get lost.”

“…What?”

“I said get lost, you idiot. Be grateful it’s just a ‘training period.’ Either train hard for the next four years or stay out of my sight. I’ll make you beg me to kill you. No, before that, who the hell is your patron god?”

“Uh… uh…”

As I growled, savoring each word filled with chaotic divine power, Asriel, who was about to argue, couldn’t continue.

“What makes you think you can open your mouth? I asked, who the hell is your patron god? No, wait, the god of this empty-headed brat! You must be watching, right? Just wait until the training period ends in four years. If I see her again after that, I’ll drag her across the entire Exorsus like a dog, make her beg for death in front of everyone, and then put her name on the Day of Remembrance. Look forward to it, you idiot who chose a fool as your representative!”

I wonder if this will spread among the gods. My skills may be lacking, but at least I’m known for being a jerk.

The agent will be humiliated, and since it’s a training period, there’s nothing they can do about it, so the empty-headed fools looking for me should decrease.

While I was pondering for a moment, the fear of the overwhelming divine power and murderous intent finally got to Asriel, who was trembling, and the sound of water droplets falling intermittently, accompanied by a foul stench, could be heard around her.

“Ha… Tess!”

“Did you call for me…?”

When Tess entered the reception room, even she could sense the odd atmosphere (or perhaps it was the smell), causing her speech to briefly falter before continuing.

“Go and tell any one of the tower lords to come.”

“Understood.”

“Lee Hyo-ju, open the door a bit. The smell… What on earth did you eat…?”

“Pfft!”

As Lee Hyo-ju laughed with a deflating sound and folded the door open, the fresh air and the scent of flowers blooming abundantly in the garden came in, slightly alleviating the stench.

In the meantime, the White Tower Lord, Album, had already opened the door and entered the reception room.

“Album, take this trash outside and throw it away. Add it to the restricted list. Use a clean spell here. What kind of idiot…”

“Yes.”

After Album cast a simple cleanliness spell, he used telekinesis to lift the dazed Asriel by the scruff of his neck, as if barely holding a garbage bag with his index finger, and quickly exited the reception room.

The atmosphere in the reception room became even more chaotic, as if a storm had passed through.

Like I did in the beginning, there’s a common misconception among representatives that their power is similar to that of other representatives. Does that even make sense, though?

Even at a glance, Lee Hyo-ju and I are Earthlings.

Earthlings, where science is dominant, possessing the same power as representatives in the mana or force-dominated ‘Battlefield of the Gods’? It’s nonsense and delusion.

The first difference lies in the abilities originally possessed by the representatives.

There are bound to be differences in innate talents and acquired abilities due to the environment between representatives who lived in fantasy or other dimensions and Earthlings.

What, then, is the ‘same power’ that gods or the Creator speak of? The ‘same power’ they refer to is the amount of power granted in exchange for a contract.

Therefore, it is only natural that those who are strong from the start become even stronger when granted power.

Yet, there are surprisingly many who are full of confidence despite lacking skills, just like moments ago. I am certain they make up at least 20%.

The basis? Because the god in charge says so.

Most gods tell their representatives to win. This is no different for Heavenly Gods or Demon Gods.

And if they were nobles or children of wealthy families in a previous life? That’s how representatives like Katarina or Asriel are born.

I don’t care how such representatives live, as long as they don’t cause me any harm.

In the aftermath of the storm. Since it had already happened, I met the gaze of the remaining representatives and spoke in a low voice.

“Representatives, I’ll say this only once, so listen carefully. I hope that, like the representative here, you at least have a comprehensible purpose, even if it’s absurd. If your purpose is as trashy as the one just now, don’t provoke my anger and leave now.”

As if to say “speak up,” I glared at the remaining two, and Mae Young-ryeong sighed deeply and spoke.

“My god told me to deliver this and to visit you.”

“What?!”

“Huh?”

Mae Young-ryeong. Her name sounds Chinese to me, but her actions are akin to those of a noble. However, what she handed over was extraordinary.

However, the surprised expression of the monster is strange.

It’s not the kind of surprise one would have upon seeing a Talent Orb like me.

They not only looked at each other but also pointed fingers, opening their mouths as if in disbelief.

“You too…?”

“You too…? Huh? You too?”

“Then, did the god tell you both to come as well?”

With the calm and graceful voice of Mae Young-ryeong, the two people unknowingly nod while still holding their surprised expressions.

“Tsk. Ugh! The god in charge of me told me to deliver this too. What was it again? Ah, let me just relay it as it is. I have no idea what it means. ‘I enjoyed the play. I don’t know where you picked up such cheesy lines, but since the result wasn’t bad, let’s move on. That person seems worth keeping an eye on. Well done. I hope this helps you achieve your plan, even a little. It would be nice if you could take in that perverted guy I sent.’ I think that’s what it was. But is the pervert referring to you here?”

When I briefly answered “Yes,” Spirit Stalker Hazel irritably placed the Talent Orb on the table with a thud.

“Uh, um… me too!”

Naruan also struggled as she carefully placed the Talent Orb on the table.

‘Ah! So that’s why!’

No wonder the Battle Puppet was said to frequently appear in Exorsus.

Some even said that the Battle Puppet hid in Exorsus out of fear of those who wished to harm her.

But she was actually waking up in the Garden of the Gods in Exorsus every time she died.

Anyway, just three Talent Orbs with Immortality talent.

Even just looking at the status window, it’s clear that Naruan and Hazel are aligned with the God of Death and the God of Space, respectively, and are part of the Creator line.

Moreover, Mae Young-ryeong, though I am not entirely certain, is more than 80% likely to be the God of Birth among the remaining creator gods.

If you add Lee Hyo-ju to this, does it complete a formidable Creator line?

“Hmm… Well, use it wisely. By the way, that woman over there, her name is…?”

“Mae Young-ryeong.”

“Yes, Mae Young-ryeong. Who is her patron god?”

“The God of Birth and Life, Genesis. Why do you ask?”

Damn, these are two eccentrics and one troublemaker, almost on par with Arun.

Did they just casually reveal their patron god when asked? Even to a representative who just moments ago exuded a murderous intent for not understanding the concept of a representative?

“Phew… Hey, no, Mae Young-ryeong. Didn’t Genesis tell you to keep the information about your god hidden from other representatives, or anything like that?”

“Huh? No.”

Mae Young-ryeong looked at me strangely, as if wondering what the problem was, and it made me feel exasperated.

If she had acted like that clueless rich girl earlier, I could have just yelled at her and kicked her out, but this one seems to have been sent by the Creator Gods with a specific intention, and she’s quite capable.

Her divine stat is a whopping 120.

“Argh!! It’s so annoying. Didn’t Genesis say anything else?”

“Oh! My God told me to stay by Kim Han’s side. But am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“I see. Hoho.”

“It’s not that you’re uncomfortable, it’s that you’re a hassle. I can’t even begin to think about how to teach you everything from scratch… Genesis said that, huh… Anyway, Lee Hyo-ju.”

“Yes.”

“This bright character one named Mae Young-ryeong, teach her some basic common sense. You said your name is Mae Young-ryeong, right? Let’s just try to get along for now. For the time being, don’t try to do anything. From my experience, characters like you always end up causing a lot of trouble when they try to do something. Absolutely! Never! Don’t try to do anything actively. Just live passively, except for eating and sleeping. For now, learn the basic precautions from Lee Hyo-ju.”

“…Okay.”

I shook my head as I watched Mae Young-ryeong lower her head dejectedly, and finally turned to Hazel, who was waiting.

“What’s the name of that elf over there?”

“Hazel.”

“Alright, Hazel. There should be a guy upstairs. Remember? His name is Arun. Make sure you get a basic tour of the mansion. Oh! And which god are you serving?”

“The God of Space, Spatium… Ugh!”

“Ugh, this is hopeless, too. Do they have no learning ability? No, but why are they throwing these chicks at me?! Genesis, Spatium? Could it be you? What about you, the god in charge of you?”

If they saw the two previous scoldings, they probably wouldn’t say anything. Probably.

Naruan, who was fidgeting with her fingers in her childlike body, suddenly lifted her head at my question and tried to spring up from her seat… but couldn’t, so she struggled onto the chair and raised her right hand high, shouting.

Yeah, when someone asks about the god in charge, do they get that angry at the question…?

“Mors!”

Oh, please. I don’t need a Talent Orb, just take all these things away from me!

As the four people—Lee Hyo-ju, Mae Young-ryeong, Naruan, and Hazel—left the reception room that day, a voice like the howl of a beast from Kim Han echoed behind them.

“Genesis, Spatium, Mors! Just wait for my next visit to the Garden of the Gods!”

Around that time, on the screen Aitas was watching through Lee Hyo-ju, the sound of Kim Han gritting his teeth while holding back his temper was clearly heard.

“As expected, the intensity is… No, no. Anyway, Kim Han seems really angry, doesn’t he? What are you going to do?”

An empty space. In the space where Aitas was alone, three women appeared as if they had always been there.

“What do you mean, what? He’s just a human, after all.”

“Ha! Spatium, if you keep thinking like that, you might end up spitting blood from stress in the Garden of the Gods. Besides, he’s a cherished representative of that one.”

“Hmph!”

Spatium turned her head with a dissatisfied look, her luscious black hair swaying.

A beauty that would have made any man’s heart race.

But unfortunately, there were only women, no, goddesses, present in there.

“Indeed, my representative is cute.”

“You crazy woman! Mors! Do you really think your representative suits you, the God of Death? Look at that tiny thing. Even now, it’s wriggling its fingers and playing around! You lunatic!!”

Despite Aitas’s hysterical shrieks, Mors was nonchalantly picking at one ear, ignoring her.

“But if we explain everything clearly, won’t it be fine?”

“Genesis, you’re the biggest problem here! You fool!”

“Oh my! Why?”

“Where did you learn to flirt like that?! Your representative! You should have chosen someone with a sound mind!”

They say if more than three women gather, dishes will break. If more than three goddesses gather, the dimension might split.