I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

Far enough long ago that the unit of hundreds or thousands of years is not enough...

He said that in heaven the gods dwelt, watching and merciful, and sometimes admiring, those who lived in the earth.

(What do you mean by that? It was a gathering of people who couldn't help themselves.

You tried to beat us all to death by beating us to a war of humans with the momentum of alcohol, you tried to make a big flood of good things about being begged for rain, and oh, you gave me the power to turn what I touched into a whole lot of sugar sweets because there was a guy who was hungry and hungry and hungry. But humans, I still don't want to eat vegetables and meat properly. Uh, no. I've been dead in about a year.)

(Hey Weiss, I feel like listening to you can't help getting rid of the ancient gods...)

(Oh, totally right. The gods were licking people. There's no way they can beat us.

So, if I could afford it, it would be a hell of a deal.

The people, they broke the door to the other world. Please help us save ourselves, okay?

That's how the rotten sage Asklasua showed up.

I guess that's what you call a true villain.

He first drove the king of the kingdom who had summoned himself into a suspect ghost, causing his loyalists to be executed one after the other. At the end of the day, when he made the king look like a suicide and slaughtered him, he impersonated the Divine Clan with all his sins.

That's when I declared it soggy. "You can't allow a god tribe to toy with one's heart. Fight whatever you want with my life."

The Rotten Wise Man used the same hand over there to bring people together and start a war with the Divine Clan.

Ten or twenty years, or a hundred? It's a bit suspicious to remember, but it was a long fight anyway.

If it had been before, the gods would have won fast. If we're going to drop a meteorite, we should start an earthquake.

But the one in Asklasua left the "Sage Stone" over there. I don't know what reason this is, but the Divine Nation can no longer use half of its original power. Thanks to this, the front is glued.

What did the rotten sage want to do the other day?

It's a terrible thing.

A dying warrior, a village daughter who lost her parents, a kid whose father was persecuted because he was a god - he didn't sneak into the gaps in the hearts of those people to instigate and enjoy ruining them.

So.

At one point, he suddenly came out on the front line by himself.

It was a good opportunity not to miss as a god tribe. Even a rotten sage is almost like winning a monster. I've assembled all my forces there.

... that was a mistake.

One magical shot of the Rotten Wise Man wipes out the Divine Clan.

I thought it was a joke.

He ended the war whenever he wanted to.

What are you thinking, you rotten sage bastard?

Even I'm smart. I don't know.

Either way, at this time the divine family was deprived of its character without a pillar left, and fell to the Spirit.

That's it, okay?

In short.

Man who could not withstand the tyranny of the gods summoned the Savior from another world.

But it was Asklasua, a wise man as bad as the gods, that appeared, and because of him the people and the gods would contend with each other for an extended period.

And at the end of the day, the curtain was drawn at the hands of no other wise man.

I have some concerns that I would like to check, so I decided to ask.

(Let me ask you something, Weiss, you were a god, too, right?)

(Oops. It was a fluffy, round-faced thing.)

I don't know what to do, I have no idea what you're talking about.

But I'm kind of proud of Weiss, so I decide to compliment him on "That's amazing".

(Hehe. I'll show you in your dreams one day, so look forward to it.

All right, let's get back to it)

Weiss goes on with the voice he bounced because he was in a good mood.

(Spirits have existed since we were gods in the first place.

Artie, try to remember when you helped the redhead before.

Your soul was about to get out. Just what do you think would have happened if you had left that one alone?

A soul away from the bondage of flesh and memory becomes an obscure being that drifts through the earth while blending with other souls. This is the original spirit.

The wise one punched the gods in there.

They managed to keep themselves high up, like me, but the others were miserable. Mixed with other spirits, I even forgot that I was a god. If I were you, I'd think it was worse than vanishing.

So, Alty. Rotten Wise Men are God's and more importantly, my own enemies.

I appreciate it. It was great when I kicked that guy in the face.

I mean, you fell in love, yeah.

Marriage if you can go back to the Divine Clan...... come on Cajero, don't stare at me like that. It's a joke, joke)

Now Cajello is back in the stuffed animal.

I don't think it's something that caught my eye or anything because the expression doesn't work... is it a unique way of getting along with someone I've known for a long time?

Fair enough.

More of a concern than that.

(Hey Weiss. What did the wise man want in the first place?

I know you're making people argue with the Divine Clan, spiritualizing the Divine Clan, and then trying to fool me and the others - but I don't see the purpose at all)

(Hmm. As I said earlier, I'm smart. I don't think I can answer that.

Cagero, how are you?

(Well... the lady's story is that Sage Asklasua was ruining "Altilia Whisp" for a number of similar worlds. I wonder if there's some kind of key here)

(Maybe he's falling in love with Altyria in some world and clearing up his huffed stomach in another world)

Weiss laughs at the way he's falling apart.

(Ma, the rotten sage has done it, and you in other worlds have never seen it worse.

I mean, Artie, can we just be more proud of ourselves?

We've only met one man who was no match for the gods when they bundled up. Awesome)

Indeed.

If you think about it again, you've accomplished a hell of a lot.

The best decision is...... maybe you didn't know the other guy was a "wise guy".

If I had known, I would have given up "there is no way I could have fought a legendary hero".

Fighting in the inner world is all about strength, defeated if weakness is mixed.

He probably won because he looked down on the other side as "Askus, a self-proclaimed theologian and a little crook."

Sounds kind of weird. I can't believe arrogance is a winning factor, not a losing cause.

No.

Are you sure I won?

- I'll give you something stale but delightful. Be sure to indulge me

Sage left a hell of a curse at the end.

It's a hell of a souvenir to put me away from the ground up being a "doll princess".

That could indeed be stale.

Looking back at the stories touched upon in modern Japan, this kind of development was seen to be illuminating. This is a situation that is also commonly used in hero stories in this world.

Now I can't move one thumb size doll satisfactorily.

You can't even call the Spirit if you have accidental bleeding.

I had lost my puppet magic.

Speaking of luck during misfortune, it's about as much about being able to talk at close range as Cactus Kun and Cajero, Weiss and Valf have dedicated their unvarying loyalties to me.

But what about the kids I've left on Whisper territory?

Tomorrow, regular contact is due.

I don't think it's okay because I wasn't subjugating you with magical powers.

Still, I couldn't help but have a little anxiety.