If you didn’t me want
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It’s finally come to this: to fight the Lord of Demons.
“Pope of Demons.”
She can’t be weak; no demon obeys those weaker than her. The cosplay-android before and her army of mechs worhsipped her too.
This will the greatest challenge in my life since the slime dungeon. And so I ask you.
No, I demand it:
[But some clothes on.]
“?”
Don’t tilt your head in confusion, you perveted demon. How can you calmy walk about like this.
“This is the Garden of Alm-sama. Only what is made by the All-Father himself, in his imagery, is permitted here.
“Your clothes are allowed simply because they are your flesh itself, slime.”
[So you know that I am a Slime?]
“I am God’s messenger. If divine word spreads through me, it would be rare for me to forget or ignore it.
“Even now, we speak not the same language and yet, we understand each other. Like this dialogue, our god sees fit that we do away with obstacles.”
[Not our god; I’ll have nothing to do with him.]
“Such a petty heart. Like cursing gravity because you tripped on your own feet.
“You exist in this world, meaning that god wished it so. To complain about it changes nothing…
“Perhaps, did All-Father make you to complain?”
<Well, you find those types in any world but I haven’t got there yet. Yet. />
Saying whatever you want pervert.
“Again, fabrics cannot exist here and I see no reason to make garbs of my own flesh. I was made as god intended; what is there to shame?
“Perhaps this as well is a trait of one that whines to god. It fits your image well; what dignified clothes you have~.”
<Oh, you’re imitating me! It makes me happy. />
“I live to entertain you, My-Father. Now then, you don’t seem to offer a more entertaining dialogue and God seems vexed with your current nature.
“To best of my capabilities, I shall guide you the prodigal child.”
-_-_-_-_-
It was never going to be a far fight. This was never a competition.
This is war: lives are constantly at stake until this Operation is over. I had to do what I have done, I had to.
Keeping the pervert busy, I divert slime to attack the towering tree. It looked important enough that an actual star flew out of it.
As my slimes digested the roots, my nature changed. I feel more, deep.
I feel more aware of myself, of existence.
<You’re going beyond levelling. />
Beyond? Yes, I don’t feel like myself anymore. But still, how was I able to attack you.
<You ask after the fact… It’s because you accomplish noting in doing so. A figment of my imagination in a world of my fantasies makes an attempt on avatar that I made.
<What happens next? Am I supposed to wake with sores on my real body?
<You do what I want and you do it in ways that I can never predict. This is supposed to be the final battle, you know?
<And yet, here I am having to sit through your inner food critic of my avatar’s flesh. />
Then why make the avatar?
<Because I can. />
Why don’t broker peace between demons?
<It bores me. />
Why must we fight?
<Because I want it. />
Why?
<Because-- />
[WHY!?]
<THIS IS WHAT I WANT. This is what Re-Alm is about: Selfishness.
<I’m done hearing stories about characters shaped my their circumstances, only making the decision presented to them. I’ve had it with “woe is me” stories; I’m done.
<I was tricked into a life of crime and so I became a criminal? I was born a princess and so I have to rebel against the royal family to be “myself”?!
<I was hurt as a child so I want to protect others? I have had it!
<This is a world where the people are selfish; they say what they want and do as they please. Whatever they do, they do it because that’s who they are.
<They want to be a mother? Please by all means.
<You want to be the hero? Go for it!
<You don’t like what that other guy is saying? Say something about, do something!!
<But don’t you ever, EVER say that you had no choice in the matter!
What the hell are you saying. Aren’t you god?
How can you think such—
<Because I’m god, ther’s supposedly a devil? There’s good and bad??
<When did I say that? What, I never did?
<Of course I wouldn’t! It’s in bad taste: BAD FAITH.
<I can write a happy ever after but I choose not to. I can write that you lost but I choose not to.
<I CHOOSE. I chose the Demons, I chose you, I chose this Motif, I chose this world.
<I chose Celia Embler./>
!!
[What did you--]
<How are you surprised by that? I made the humans of this world, all the races.
<Honestly, I was annoyed at how delusion people in my life are becoming.
--If I reincarnate into another world, I just know I could do better.
--If I had slaves, I could easily have the same wealth as those made their wealth using slaves then turn around and tell us slavery is bad! Of course, I won’t be so harsh to them; I’m better than those hypocrites!
<Such self-indulging delusions got on my nerves and it got me think: “you wouldn’t be so gung-ho for slavery if you’re the one accessorizing!”. And that’s how it happened!
<That’s how Jin the isekaijin met Celia Embler and was promptly enslaved. />
[You monster! You control peoples’ lives!!]
<I only witness, really~. I mean, this saga alone keeps morphing and wriggling around as I make it.
<I’m the author right? And yet not one of has moved exactly as I initially planned.
<I’m the one who has to write this over again, at least a third time you know. AT LEAST. />
I can’t let you!
[I’ll stop you!!]
So it seems, Satou Hana.
-_-_-_-_-
I won.
I defeated the Demo- I subdued the Pope of the Bless-ed race and proclaimed the victory of the [Common Union]. Operaton [Manifest Destiny], the means of impressing the will of humanity upon the attacking Bless-ed, has come to an end.
The human-natives in the Lands of the Bless-ed were recognized as a sister nation and were promptly join the Common Union in trade, world politics and social interactions. I was crowned the Queen of the Lands leading engagements with the Nations of Mesop and Laconia.
My main export: enslaved Bless-ed. An appealing and diverse portfolio of Assets.
My individual strength and direct control over the Gardens of Alm gave the Bless-ed no way out. The God that grew bored of me soon left.
--A rise to power not because you sought power but because you had no choice??
--BAD TASTE
“If you didn’t me want like this, you should have made be better. You shitty God.”
Stephen King
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