It Is A Different World And Yet I Am Cultivating Monsters

"Did you hear that? It seems that Master Zahak has acquired the fruit of the world tree."

"Really? Then Zahak will be one of the brave. After my brother Rostam-sama, he was also a gifted man."

"No, I don't think so. There's a rumor that I actually got everything from someone else."

"So you didn't get it through merit? No matter how much creative skill you have, it will be difficult to join the brave...."

Since then, rumors have spread that I have acquired the fruit of the world tree and thereby acquired the creative skills.

At first, I thought I could do anything with my creative skills.

But it was a mistake.

The creative skills I acquired were not something that would enhance my abilities.

It's the ability to activate effects only on others.

It was the creative ability of the operating system to manipulate and rewrite the spirit and personality.

Indeed, it would be a more powerful skill than ever if it were used in other countries' invasions and strategies.

But it wasn't the "royal road."

Upgrading the brave by the brave system is the first time you can climb the stairs to the brave by recognizing your achievements.

It is a judgment made by the eyes of the goddess looking on the ground, and there is no way that small craftsmanship can be used there.

In other words, the abilities I have acquired are those that deviate from the royal road.

I didn't get the power I asked for until the end.

As a result, all that remained for me were the creative skills that I did not acquire in my own merit, and the doubts, doubts, and ridicules that I had acquired.

What should I do?

How can I line up with my brother?

How can I be as brave as my brother?

It was Rostam, my only brother, who reached out to me impatiently and anxiously.

"Brother. The other day, I finally found the location of the SS ranked monster I had been looking for. Would you finally join me in helping us crusade?

It was a crusade that should not benefit Rostam.

SS ranked monsters are the highest ranked monsters defined by people and goddesses.

Whoever crushes it will immediately be awarded the title of Valiant.

For Rostam, who already holds the title of Dauntless, there were few advantages to challenging the SS rank. But...

"Defeating SS-ranked monsters is the ultimate goal of the brave men who live in this world. I cannot allow myself to take pride in naming a brave man without doing so. So, brother, please help me."

My brother's eyes looked straight at the royal road.

But the truth is, I knew that was just the reason for the building.

The real reason is that my brother offered me the opportunity to set up and qualify for the title of Valiant.

I was slightly lost, but still took the hand of my brother who gave it away.

And my brother Rostam and I took over the SS rank, the divine beast of the earth called Bechmos.

Though Rostam has already earned the title of Dauntless, it was too bad a fight to take on a SS ranked monster.

I also fought in support of Rostam, but it was exactly the difference between heaven and earth.

The battle lasted seven days and seven nights, and eventually Rostam's blow inflicted fatal wounds on Behemoth's exhausted body.

But at the same time, it led to an act of forgiving Behemoth's last counter-attack.

The moment the blow of the beast of the desolate earth approached me, it was the image of my brother Rostam, who sheltered me and fell to the earth.

I still can't remember the emotions of that time.

Were you just stunned by so many events?

Did you cry and grieve when you saw your brother fall?

Or did you get some relief and a little joy when you saw him?

I don't know the truth.

All I know is that when I realized I was holding the fallen rostam and holding its hand.

"... brother..."

It's fatal.

I can't help you anymore.

I felt my younger brother losing his vibe while holding hands.

You're gonna let my brother die like this?

No, there's nothing I can do anymore.

This can't be helped, just done.

Now I can assume the throne without being fooled by anyone.

I can't compare myself to my troubled brother.

Is that so?

Are you sure about that?

Was that what I wanted?

Why, I asked for strength.

Because you were jealous of your brother and didn't like to admit that he was inferior?

No, it's not.

That was not the reason why I sought strength in the beginning.

I just...

"... Niisama... Niisama should be able to get... the title of Dauntless... without being fooled by anyone..."

Hearing the words, I had no choice but to harden.

Did Rostam know?

Have you ever wondered what I was told in the shadows about that situation?

Rostam continues to nod to it.

"... my older brother taught me the way... he was my admirer and stronger than anyone I knew... I couldn't bear to be scorned by him compared to me... because he was much stronger than me..."

I had no choice but to shake my head in the words.

No, that's not me. It's you.

A brave man who is more talented than I am and who goes before me.

I was so afraid of you, and I was so afraid that one day I'd be left behind.

But it wasn't.

My brother looked up to me like that and made me his goal.

There is no envy, no fear, no pity.

There was only one thing I wanted to do next to each other.

The moment I learned about it, I learned what feelings I had for my brother.

"... but I'm a little sorry..."

Yes, that's why I asked for power.

It was neither competitiveness nor inferiority, nor hatred, let alone jealousy, towards my brother Rostam.

More pure, brotherly feelings.

"... if I could... I wanted to walk along with my brother..."

I just wanted to line up next door.

That's all I had.

I wanted to stand next to my brother Rostam and walk along the royal road he walked.

But when I realized it, my brother had already taken his breath to sleep in my arms.

Whether they wanted to be strong or brave, they just wanted to stand next to their brother on an equal footing.

Even though I didn't have to, I let my brother die for my own good looks.

What should I do?

It is a mistake for a man without talent like himself to survive and for a world like his brother to die.

Yes, this is a mistake.

Your brother should not be the only one killed.

When I realized that I was approaching Bechmos with my brother's remains in my arms.

Behemoth was dying, but still breathed.

I touched Behemoth as he fell, and touched his brother's forehead sleeping with the other hand.

I have heard of it.

SS ranked monsters have the ability to convert themselves into human beings.

I wasn't sure if such a thing was possible.

Perhaps I wasn't sane at this time.

But I still wanted to change the fact that my brother was dead.

Give Behemoth the memories and emotions that remain in his brother, and transform Behemoth's memories and emotions into his brother.

Behemoth, with his brother, fell before me.

I didn't have to talk about it afterwards.

Behemoth, with his brother's appearance, memory and personality, can become a Rostam without being questioned by his surroundings or by himself.

However, the creative skills that transform my personality will only affect me for about a month at the latest.

Ironically, Behemoth's memory was always preserved as a rostrum by becoming a brave man and being beside him as an aide to Rostam.

Eventually, it became rumored that his brother Rostam brainwashed me and took his brother as a puppet to inherit the empire, but that was convenient.

Because he compensated for both the reason why I left the empire and the reason why my brother took office.

I'm fine with my brother's shadow.

Stay with your brother, if you can keep him alive.

But Bechmos, who replaced Rostam, was hardly the same brother as before.

Of course, because everything, such as memory and personality imprinting, cannot be completely satisfied.

There will always be breakdowns and defects.

Because the memory imprinted on Behemoth was not only my brother's, but also a part of my own memory and personality who did it, or even a "virtual image of my brother who wanted it to be this way or this way."

Therefore, my younger brother's personality was more imperial than before, and even the personality that I was obsessed with when I was young.

It was all because of my side that I disliked Rostam's behavior after he became king.

And for that reason, my brother revealed to me a plan for the growth of the world tree, which can also be a strong strategy this time.

Promote the growth of people, including small competitions with other countries, and cultivate their own hostility against potential people, including brave men.

Originally, the demon king became the emperor.

When the plan was revealed, I made up my mind.

When it is fulfilled, I will wear all the final stigma.

And the sin that caused his brother to die, and the sin that caused him to make a false brother, all of which he revealed, and decided to make amends.

Because the first sin lies with me.

I created the cause of my brother's death.

"... this is all the truth... so grow brave. Everything that happened this time... everything that happened to the" Rostam I created ”... must have been the same thing that happened to me... the fact that I tampered with the memories of the people around me that you know... this rostam, Behemoth, was just being used and manipulated by me... then I should punish whoever was manipulating it... I'm ready... the cultivator... no, Behemoth, you who changed my memories on your own have the right to revenge me... I don't care about myself..."

That's what Zahak said on his knees.

The sin I have committed.

And the real trigger for this event to begin.

Honestly, I'm not going to do anything to this man.

I'm sure he's the one who actually changed Mina's memory, and I think he should pay for that.

But if you still give him something, it's because I thought he deserved more than me.

…………

Rostam, who was kneeling next to him, nodded to it. No, Behemoth stood up and stretched his hand to Zahaq.

"... brother"

I held my hand against Zahaq.

"I knew."

"... what?

Zahak looked up at Behemoth's words.

What was there was the face of the emperor with his usual invincible smile.

And then, from behind us, a well-known girl's voice echoes.

"I said I knew. He wanted to be your brother, Zahaq."

Everyone turned around and there was Lily.