There, it was really dark, just an underground country.
I created a world where no one would interfere with me, and I managed the hell out of this world.
The roots of the demon tribe were there.
All the lives that Acromeia made while playing, but no longer needed and threw away, come here.
Wretched, pathetic things.
The outside world is beautiful.
Because everything ugly comes here.
I am, too.
The earthly gods, everyone has superior power, beautiful and noble, and above all they live strong. Unlike my powerless self.
Nothing, I'm suddenly summoned to another world I don't know, and I'm not tired of creating that I've lived for hundreds of years.
While the desire to create increases, if the world is full, discard it.
Only those that can repeat it can be gods.
Because otherwise, we can't make a better world.
I don't recall much of the original world.
Because they were all children who came here in despair of the original world.
That's why we all encourage ourselves to make a good world.
Hence, excess.
All the excess stuff comes to this underground country.
I just watch and manage it.
Lost creatures, weak and fragile souls, and the building of abandoned civilizations.
A world of ugliness, backed by beauty on earth.
So I'm hated.
They are neglected to go outside.
But that's good.
It's too bright outside. To me, everyone and he are too blindfolded to watch.
Then let us reign in this place as one king of death.
You don't have to let anyone find you.
It doesn't have to be understood.
Stay lonely and live alone in the lower realm until this “Mayday" disappears one day.
Until the gods abandon the world.
"You're alone in such a shady place again, you."
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"Don't pull it off, why don't you come upstairs? We're all worried."
"Who's everybody?"
"Oh, everyone... right. Me or Klondor? And Pushma said," I don't know what's going on. "
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"Come to earth once in a while. Don't stay under that black pomegranate tree."
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"You're so cool. Krondor is not the only one who can stop Acromeia from going wild. I need your help."
"No. Acromeia was rampant on me, this underground country moisturizes"
"Say that. Even now, it will be full."
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"Are you eating right? Are you moving? Are you sick?
"Are you stupid? We don't have to eat anything anymore without death. I can't believe I'm sick..."
"Oh, but if I forget the joy of eating, I don't know what to look forward to anymore. You, too. What's so fun about being here? Tell me."
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"... good."
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"It is the salvation of this Mayday that you, who adore the forsaken. We all know that.... I'm sorry, I pushed everything on you"
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"Please eat this. I made a little too much. My original world dish, rice balls, say. Demetris made me rice in Pushma. So, by the sea in Tritania, I took the liberty of taking seaweed and making seaweed. It may look weird, but it's pretty popular."
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"What, that disgusting face. It shouldn't taste bad. Even Krondor told me it was delicious."
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"Klondor came here before this, didn't he? What are you guys talking about?
"... nothing. He came alone to report the above. That's all."
"Hmm."
"Go home now. If you stay here, you'll get dirty. Even if it's not, it's easy for you to flock."
"Really?
"When I return with filth, it becomes a plague on earth. They're going to hit the fields, too.... your favorite, that grain, they'll do it all."
"That's... that's horrible...................... Oh, yeah. You know what? Demetris and Utice, you're getting married! Don't you think I'd congratulate you? I wonder what we'll take to celebrate..."
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There were women who never tired of coming to this underground country.
For the sake of being a goddess of battle, he is poor looking and small, bright and well looked after, and most importantly eats well.
I called my name Magiliva.
What's funny?
This woman came to this world that everyone on earth hated and spoke to herself.
Sometimes, bring the foods and dishes created on the ground and let them try.
Even if you keep ignoring it, it comes over and over again.
Annoying, I laugh and flush, even if I rummage that I'm in the way.
No matter where you're hiding, they'll find you.
I always had a smile on my face that was winning but also soft.
The gorgeous red hair is too bright for this underground country.
The souls, who had been banished from the world of the table and had lost confidence in their own existence, were attracted to her, as if they were worms swarming with lights.
I'm just one of those worms rejected from the world, too.
inferior than the gods of the table with mighty power.
That's probably why I was gradually attracted to her glamour and brightness.
Maybe he was being saved.
But Magiliva had a fiancée.
Among the earthly gods, Klondor is a powerful god.
He was brilliant, he had the power to save everything, he had a broad heart, he was respected by everyone, needless to say.
Klondor also came to this basement from time to time to observe his condition and make various reports on the ground.
It is one misfortune for Mayday that he is not the Lord God.
There was a god named Acromeia who was powerful enough to compete with Krondor.
This God had brutality that Crondor did not have and cleanliness to abandon the elements of an overgrown world.
But as a result, Mayday had Acromeia as his Lord.
For Klondor, who cannot be “abandoned”, the Lord God does not work and becomes the second God to blind his eyes to Achromeia's rampage.
Acromeia and Krondor had collisions.
Well, but such a groundswell has nothing to do with me underground.
It's quiet here.
Sometimes it comes, only if we pull out the rushing ones.
Klondor deserves Magiliva.
Magiliva also loves Klondor wholeheartedly.
I can't get it, so I can rush it.
But I don't want to do anything.
Just let's watch.
Even if those two are eventually bound and no longer visiting this underground country.
The branches of the great tree that Klondor had at least originally asked Demeteris to bring underground eventually turned into a black pomegranate tree. But backwards of appearance, there seems to be a purifying force.
At its root, stand still, just stand still, endure a time without death, until the world is over, and keep watch.
Until the gods abandon this Mayday.
To say that those two would be united would have been what you wanted, even for yourself.
But how could that be all...
Has it gotten so hard?