No matter how much I exert my power, no ripples form in the sea.
Well, I am the sea, and logically, unless there's a difference in wind or temperature, it’s obvious that currents wouldn't form in the sea.
However, there was a time when I moved.
It was when I had left my position for a while, and something was formed that I had to crush and destroy.
Perhaps it's the difference between inside and outside of an aquarium?
I am completely filled inside this aquarium, only looking at the impenetrable wall beyond?
But with that said, I do feel like this is the very bottom. It’s highly likely it’s not, though.
Going up is as heavy and hard as it gets, but falling down is simple.
While organizing my memories, I feel a little smarter and glance around.
I pass the time, and then I notice a thin thread slowly descending from above.
Finally!
Ah.
Aah.
That thing. It won’t reach me.
It’s too far away. That’s something glowing toward the huge light floating up above.
Even if it’s floating light, it looks like something from a different planet, like the ones we see in the faded memories of Earth.
Sparkling.
Who are they teasing? Why is it shining like that?
It won’t even touch me, so it’s annoying. I wish it would just go quickly. Why are they pretending not to know and standing still?
Pretending not to know?
No. I know from being down here. I know how greedily they’re trying to collect light. Just like Daegon did, they won’t miss the opportunity to climb up toward the easily accessible light.
That thing is truly invisible.
Then, why is it that only I can see it? Is it teasing me?
Has the rumor about my identity spread that far? Do I need to break the glass of the second world where the immortals live somehow?
No.
Wait a minute.
This seems like it’s summoning Daegon, right? A signal that only Daegon can see. A phone number that only certain people can receive.
Exactly. After all, the underlings are all set to prepare the summoning, and now it’s time to go. But then, as soon as they see a chance, they rush in and steal the spot. If it were me, I’d make them regret still being alive by any means necessary.
So, they created a method that only they can see. So when someone summons them, they can immediately know and go, and the others wouldn’t be able to find out.
That’s in front of me.
But, everything is still too lacking to touch me. The resources needed to come down to the bottom are insufficient.
But.
What if I could impersonate Daegon? Wouldn’t that be like swallowing everything of Daegon and taking his place?
So, not me, but Daegon’s belongings would be captured by Daegon himself.
I grabbed the thin thread that had come down to the bottom.
Of course, I couldn’t do it all at once, but after touching the thread faintly, after trying it thousands of times...
Whoosh!
The sensation of being pulled up.
And then...
I opened my eyes.
“Ha ha ha ha! Too late, intruder! The one has already descended! From the unreachable depths of eternity, watching over us, bestowing us with endless treasures of gold and silver, and granting everyone the right to become His servants, the merciful God has arrived! Dagon, bless us!”
In front, an amphibian, with a staff in hand, shouts. Around them, amphibians with large stakes stuck through their necks lie in a circle, endlessly chanting while in a dying state.
And at the entrance of the room.
A girl, holding an iron staff, looks up at me with an expression full of despair.
Her massive size could easily match ten people. With a fish’s head mounted on a human body, her torso has gills, her arms and legs have fins, and her tail is a long hybrid of fish and shark, extending below her pelvic bone.
I’ve never been inside a giant’s body like this.
So, what is most needed at this moment?
Yes.
Information.
Until now, I had been summoned to a lower position and had to move around passively, watching the summoner’s mood.
That’s why I was acting passively.
Now, for the first time, I have a choice. In front of me is the summoner who mistook me for Dagon, his subordinates, and a girl who seems to have come here alone to stop him.
If the girl had been alone, holding something like a gun, I might have thought she was a victim trying to escape.
But in her right hand, a lever made of iron, dripping with blood and body fluids, and in her left hand, a large nail inscribed with strange markings.
Before collapsing from fear, she forces her legs to stand, and her expression shows that she’s desperately searching for a way to survive.
A person with the courage to face fear.
The third world is unique.
So, let me greet her.
“Hello. But I am not Dagon.”
I simply speak the truth. Though my speech isn’t quite like that of a giant in an amphibian form, it’s too late to change the way I speak now.
This is a scar that can’t be erased, a result of trembling from the cold, losing my mind but unable to go crazy, begging for death over and over, and begging until the end of eternity, until even my thoughts became tainted beyond repair.
This is an indelible scar.
Anyway, my voice is surprisingly high-pitched and sharp, but since fish can be hermaphrodites or change gender, I guess that’s fine.
Thud.
Suddenly, all the heads of the amphibians chanting around me fall off, and the chanting stops.
Ah, I know this.
The summoning spell has a security setting. If you don’t properly introduce yourself, it will immediately cancel the summoning.
The law is that you must explain who you are as a god, and if you don’t, it’s as if you never existed. Not a bad method.
First, I wave my hand, sweeping around to gather the warmth from the bodies of the recently deceased before it disappears. Recently deceased bodies often still have light and warmth left.
I gain information and warmth.
“O, you who have descended into the body of our god! If you grant us our wish, we will follow you even if you are not Dagon! Grant us safety! For Dagon promised, if you are greater than Dagon, we will contract with you!”
Oh.
Quick cutoffs and a new contract with the person in front of me. I like this. This time, proceeding with the amphibian species wouldn’t be a bad idea.
But there’s one problem.
Smack!
The head flew off.
Daegon doesn’t forgive betrayal. He sets up various mechanisms to ensure that those who believe they can summon him can’t entertain other thoughts.
I’ve already reviewed all the memories.
But they don’t come to me immediately. It’s the kind of thing I realize after something happens and think, “Ah, that’s what it was,” which is quite inconvenient.
Maybe it’s because I’m not smart enough...
I grab the severed head of an amphibian.
I crush it to gain warmth and lick the light to obtain memories.
This place is on the 36th century of the general calendar for this world.
But the surrounding lifestyle is only at the level of the 19th century from the faded Earth’s perspective.
Since the amphibians are marine-based, they mostly see things from the sea, but all their ships are made of wood.
However, magic is common here. Ships flying in the sky instead of sailing in the sea are a common sight, as are flying wizards and magical creatures.
Looking at the ports raided by the amphibians, it’s like the 19th century, but instead of guns, magic flies.
I remember a time when the amphibians led a large biological weapon and invaded, and there were steamships that shot electromagnetic cannons. From that, I can infer the naval and scientific technology levels...
It seems like a world that’s a bit more developed than the first.
So I hurriedly prepared.
The species here, known as Sahagin, were originally creatures Daegon planted. They were the vanguard sent to other worlds during Daegon’s invasions.
They were first planted as a foothold and took control of the surroundings. Once the world was sufficiently molded, they called Daegon to bring him as an offering.
Just as there were celestial sects where Daegon went, here too, there were strong groups...
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No, they simply lost to nature. The biological weapons made with the technology Daegon gave them were torn apart by wild animals. Even if they fled to a more suitable sea, the deeper seas had even stronger creatures.
Eventually, they ended up as a faction of barbarians, hiding on shores and the surface, living by fighting amongst themselves.
That’s them.
The tribe who worship the ancient gods.
They’re fundamentally a religious political species, so avoiding a cult-like atmosphere was impossible.
Still, they had technology, so they shouldn’t have degenerated into simple barbarians.
But to use their powerful technology and abilities, they needed high-level resources—souls of creatures with a certain level of intelligence. The easiest material to acquire for this was humans.
It’s like oil civilization without oil.
They needed resources. But just going for them would get them beaten and defeated.
So they devised an aggressive strategy.
By using the slowness of the amphibians’ navy compared to the Harvester, they raided every village in the area simultaneously to gather resources and returned home.
They thought that if they summoned a god, they’d get help. Such is the naive optimism of a religious society.
But it seems heroes always emerge from the most unexpected places.
A human girl, whom they had captured for resources, suddenly awakened, breaking all the security, looting important items, and assassinating the amphibians’ key figures one by one before coming here to stop the god’s descent. Who would have expected that?
But this amphibian was competent.
She succeeded in summoning Daegon. She fully prepared and survived the deadly human girl transformed into a Sahagin slaughterer, and summoned the god.
The problem is that Daegon is already gone, and she’s stolen his place.
Daegon isn’t a dangerous god, but as I look around, I notice the human girl eyeing me carefully.
Scary.
“What should we do since the summoner suddenly died?”
She blinks, a bit surprised, then pauses before speaking.
“Should we go back?”
Her immediate shift to hostility is terrifying.
Is this the 1st-year high school girl I’ve heard about in rumors?
So I said.
“I don’t want to go back home.”
The girl looks up at me with a tremendously embarrassed expression.