Chapter 155
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After taking her soul, I make myself invisible and watch the scene from above.
Those two protesting mortals cry out and break down after watching their friend's "noble" sacrifice.
Without the owner, the vine wall rapidly shrivels to the ground, a goopy brown mess. Disgusting.
Two previously warring sides are now free from their vine prison. I look upon their surprised turn happy faces as they find themselves free.
The noise from the two dilapidated mortals pleading for me to return their friend catches the attention of the two sides. The leaders of each side and their closest subordinates move towards the source of the sound to find two grown men weeping.
The leaders manage to make out the jist of the situation from their cry-rambling. It's honestly a feat in and of itself. Upon realizing the consequences of terminating the contract and the sacrifice it took, they all react differently.
A fiery red head chokes back tears. A cold looking mortal cries silently. One in all black looks listlessly into the distance and so does the other leader, the one with a circular ball on top of his head. A man-bun, is what it's referred to as? A flirtatious mortal starts weeping as well, messing up his average looking face, though it may be considered above average by the lowly mortals. The last mortal, the one wearing a fedora and kimono, is also wearing a shocked expression frozen on its face.
I watch with interest, but slowly become bored as they stay in their exact positions and expressions for hours on end. Just as I was thinking about leaving, I hear a small whimper,"...it's my fault." I spot the person that said it. It's the one with a man bun. It's subordinate immediately denies his conclusion, blaming themselves. Then the other side starts blaming themselves, the whiny animal being the worst out of the bunch. It's turned into a blame-fest.
"No...this never could have happened if we didn't drag her into our mess." The one wearing all black says.
"..ha..haha...hahaHAHAHA." The glasses one next to the animal starts maniacally laughing while crying at the same time.
Looks like he recalled something?
"Nickolas..." The mortal with a ponytail started recalling everything he learned from the scientist at the enemy's base.
This should be the "chair guy" the soul often talked about, yes? That mortal is also seems interesting, too bad he's dead.
Hmm...looks like this is going to take a while. I'll come back after I trade the soul. Hah...mortals are truly foolish, believing everything I say.
As the overseers, why wouldn't we have the power to destroy a contract? Balancing the equilibrium was just an easy excuse to make the soul feel better.
Hmm...I guess I could have waited until the soul naturally died to harvest it, but why do I have to care for the emotions of mere mortals. I was already nice enough to make it believe that it was sacrificing itself for its friends.
This soul isn't supposed to be in this dimension anyhow, why should I care for its desires?
I transfer the soul back to its original dimension, receiving a pretty neat 'thank you' gift in return. Thank you kindly, neighbor god. I'll use the present to its utmost potential.
Ah...I should go check up on the souls friends. Time works differently here and there after all. I wonder if they destroyed themselves in guilt? That would be pretty interesting.
I thought, but the actual outcome is fairly interesting as well. It looks like after I left, the two enemies joined forces, took over the entire continent, and created a democracy of sorts. Of course, there's still some major flaws with its system, but it's better than I expected.
Huh, they've erected statues of the soul's fairy body all over the place. Looks like the soul's death was a sort of motivation for them.
Now they have a good relationship with the other two continents, bustling trading hubs, a decent economy, housing districts all over the place, and no wars.
There's only a few skirmishes here and there, caused by the leftover nobles and leaders that were previously in charge. A last ditch effort, I presume. Pathetic, but expected of mortals to not know when to give up.
Oh, it looks like I've been gone for quite a while, those sobbing mortals are all old and have their own successful successors. They...should be called children, right?
It's amazing what you can do once your given the proper motivation. Let's go test this out with some other planets! I leave the world, placing at the back of my mind as only a slightly intriguing story.
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After taking her soul, I make myself invisible and watch the scene from above.
Those two protesting mortals cry out and break down after watching their friend's "noble" sacrifice.
Without the owner, the vine wall rapidly shrivels to the ground, a goopy brown mess. Disgusting.
Two previously warring sides are now free from their vine prison. I look upon their surprised turn happy faces as they find themselves free.
The noise from the two dilapidated mortals pleading for me to return their friend catches the attention of the two sides. The leaders of each side and their closest subordinates move towards the source of the sound to find two grown men weeping.
The leaders manage to make out the jist of the situation from their cry-rambling. It's honestly a feat in and of itself. Upon realizing the consequences of terminating the contract and the sacrifice it took, they all react differently.
A fiery red head chokes back tears. A cold looking mortal cries silently. One in all black looks listlessly into the distance and so does the other leader, the one with a circular ball on top of his head. A man-bun, is what it's referred to as? A flirtatious mortal starts weeping as well, messing up his average looking face, though it may be considered above average by the lowly mortals. The last mortal, the one wearing a fedora and kimono, is also wearing a shocked expression frozen on its face.
I watch with interest, but slowly become bored as they stay in their exact positions and expressions for hours on end. Just as I was thinking about leaving, I hear a small whimper,"...it's my fault." I spot the person that said it. It's the one with a man bun. It's subordinate immediately denies his conclusion, blaming themselves. Then the other side starts blaming themselves, the whiny animal being the worst out of the bunch. It's turned into a blame-fest.
"No...this never could have happened if we didn't drag her into our mess." The one wearing all black says.
"..ha..haha...hahaHAHAHA." The glasses one next to the animal starts maniacally laughing while crying at the same time.
Looks like he recalled something?
"Nickolas..." The mortal with a ponytail started recalling everything he learned from the scientist at the enemy's base.
This should be the "chair guy" the soul often talked about, yes? That mortal is also seems interesting, too bad he's dead.
Hmm...looks like this is going to take a while. I'll come back after I trade the soul. Hah...mortals are truly foolish, believing everything I say.
As the overseers, why wouldn't we have the power to destroy a contract? Balancing the equilibrium was just an easy excuse to make the soul feel better.
Hmm...I guess I could have waited until the soul naturally died to harvest it, but why do I have to care for the emotions of mere mortals. I was already nice enough to make it believe that it was sacrificing itself for its friends.
This soul isn't supposed to be in this dimension anyhow, why should I care for its desires?
I transfer the soul back to its original dimension, receiving a pretty neat 'thank you' gift in return. Thank you kindly, neighbor god. I'll use the present to its utmost potential.
Ah...I should go check up on the souls friends. Time works differently here and there after all. I wonder if they destroyed themselves in guilt? That would be pretty interesting.
I thought, but the actual outcome is fairly interesting as well. It looks like after I left, the two enemies joined forces, took over the entire continent, and created a democracy of sorts. Of course, there's still some major flaws with its system, but it's better than I expected.
Huh, they've erected statues of the soul's fairy body all over the place. Looks like the soul's death was a sort of motivation for them.
Now they have a good relationship with the other two continents, bustling trading hubs, a decent economy, housing districts all over the place, and no wars.
There's only a few skirmishes here and there, caused by the leftover nobles and leaders that were previously in charge. A last ditch effort, I presume. Pathetic, but expected of mortals to not know when to give up.
Oh, it looks like I've been gone for quite a while, those sobbing mortals are all old and have their own successful successors. They...should be called children, right?
It's amazing what you can do once your given the proper motivation. Let's go test this out with some other planets! I leave the world, placing at the back of my mind as only a slightly intriguing story.
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After taking her soul, I make myself invisible and watch the scene from above. Those two protesting mortals cry out and break down after watching their friend's "noble" sacrifice. Without the owner, the vine wall rapidly shrivels to the ground, a goopy brown mess. Disgusting. Two previously warring sides are now free from their vine prison. I look upon their surprised turn happy faces as they find themselves free. The noise from the two dilapidated mortals pleading for me to return their friend catches the attention of the two sides. The leaders of each side and their closest subordinates move towards the source of the sound to find two grown men weeping. The leaders manage to make out the jist of the situation from their cry-rambling. It's honestly a feat in and of itself. Upon realizing the consequences of terminating the contract and the sacrifice it took, they all react differently. A fiery red head chokes back tears. A cold looking mortal cries silently. One in all black looks listlessly into the distance and so does the other leader, the one with a circular ball on top of his head. A man-bun, is what it's referred to as? A flirtatious mortal starts weeping as well, messing up his average looking face, though it may be considered above average by the lowly mortals. The last mortal, the one wearing a fedora and kimono, is also wearing a shocked expression frozen on its face. I watch with interest, but slowly become bored as they stay in their exact positions and expressions for hours on end. Just as I was thinking about leaving, I hear a small whimper,"...it's my fault." I spot the person that said it. It's the one with a man bun. It's subordinate immediately denies his conclusion, blaming themselves. Then the other side starts blaming themselves, the whiny animal being the worst out of the bunch. It's turned into a blame-fest."No...this never could have happened if we didn't drag her into our mess." The one wearing all black says. "..ha..haha...hahaHAHAHA." The glasses one next to the animal starts maniacally laughing while crying at the same time.Looks like he recalled something? "Nickolas..." The mortal with a ponytail started recalling everything he learned from the scientist at the enemy's base. This should be the "chair guy" the soul often talked about, yes? That mortal is also seems interesting, too bad he's dead. Hmm...looks like this is going to take a while. I'll come back after I trade the soul. Hah...mortals are truly foolish, believing everything I say. As the overseers, why wouldn't we have the power to destroy a contract? Balancing the equilibrium was just an easy excuse to make the soul feel better. Hmm...I guess I could have waited until the soul naturally died to harvest it, but why do I have to care for the emotions of mere mortals. I was already nice enough to make it believe that it was sacrificing itself for its friends. This soul isn't supposed to be in this dimension anyhow, why should I care for its desires? I transfer the soul back to its original dimension, receiving a pretty neat 'thank you' gift in return. Thank you kindly, neighbor god. I'll use the present to its utmost potential.Ah...I should go check up on the souls friends. Time works differently here and there after all. I wonder if they destroyed themselves in guilt? That would be pretty interesting. I thought, but the actual outcome is fairly interesting as well. It looks like after I left, the two enemies joined forces, took over the entire continent, and created a democracy of sorts. Of course, there's still some major flaws with its system, but it's better than I expected. Huh, they've erected statues of the soul's fairy body all over the place. Looks like the soul's death was a sort of motivation for them. Now they have a good relationship with the other two continents, bustling trading hubs, a decent economy, housing districts all over the place, and no wars. There's only a few skirmishes here and there, caused by the leftover nobles and leaders that were previously in charge. A last ditch effort, I presume. Pathetic, but expected of mortals to not know when to give up.Oh, it looks like I've been gone for quite a while, those sobbing mortals are all old and have their own successful successors. They...should be called children, right?It's amazing what you can do once your given the proper motivation. Let's go test this out with some other planets! I leave the world, placing at the back of my mind as only a slightly intriguing story. Please go to https://www.novelupdates.cc/Rebirth-of-the-Tree-Fujoshi/ to read the latest chapters for free
