Love Unbreakable

Chapter 1744

“Congratulations, youngest. The temple has appointed you out as a sacrifice.”

“Oh, my! There is such a happy event in my house!”

“You’ve succeeded, Iwata!”

It was an era when death meant the gateway to paradise. The boy smiled widely as he looked aroundat his parents and siblings, who were rejoicing while shedding tears.

“Yes, I’m glad. Thank you.”

***

It was the first time since the boy was born that he had seen such a dinner. The bread and meat thathis parents received from the temple were piled up on the table.

However, the boy couldn’t even touch the meat. It was because there was the possibility that he wouldascend to heaven.

The boy's father spoke to the boy, who was looking down gloomily at the pile of grass in the oldwooden tableware set, “Iwata, you might be young, but you have accumulated a lot of merit. Didn’t youjoin the Reflection Group early on and serve the poor?”

“I, Iwata, also saved the little fox cubs who lost their mother two days ago.”

“Did you? It is great that you didn’t dismiss it lightly just because the other party is a beast. The gods ofAsgard will surely make you an angel. You will become one of the young angels who play musicalinstruments and sing for the gods forever. That is why you should refrain from eating meat. The godsmight be reluctant if you have yellow lumps in your body.”

“Uwah, it reminds me of Taitta. I cut open the swollen belly and it was full of yellow lumps. I thoughtthere were no intestines the first time I saw it, right?”

“Considering the priests who performed the ritual frowned, I wonder if the smell was also bad. How canyou sacrifice the sick as a living sacrifice... The temple made a rare mistake.”

“It wasn’t a mistake. They knew and proceeded with it? Taitta was also a priest. Maybe they wanted togive someone who served his whole life a chance to go to heaven.”

“That is true based on what I heard.”

“Thank you for the meal. I’ll be going!”

The boy often hated his father, who always nagged him, and his older brother, who supported hisfather. However, that wasn’t the case since yesterday. The fact that he was chosen as a living sacrificemade the boy a more positive person.

The boy, who ate all the bland vegetables before he knew it, jumped up from his seat and left thehouse immediately.

It was around this time last year—the boy was called to the Reflection Group because he was fast andstrong. From then on, he had been busy every day.

Sadly, there were many elderly people in this city. He didn’t know if it was difficult, but according to theexplanation of his superiors, it was a disease created by peace. They were people who missed the timeto die due to the disappearance of war. The number of poor people who couldn’t go to paradise wasincreasing every day.

“I heard that the shoemaker auntie, Domiri, has the hair at the top of her head turning white.”

“Is that true? It is my first time serving someone I know.”

“How pitiful... we should hurry and find her before she goes mad and hides somewhere.”

The boy mingled among the young men holding clubs stained dark red with blood and went out toserve the people. The destination was the shoe store. The young men dragged out Auntie Domiri andbeat her with all their might. The auntie’s young husband and daughters cheered in congratulationswhile the auntie screamed. She begged for help.

The boy felt it every time, but elderly people were really strange.

‘Why are they afraid of death?’

The gates to paradise would only open when they died. According to the priests who received thedivine message: Most people would go to the paradise that Yatan created underground and would befreed from all the suffering they had experienced as humans. Additionally, some chosen ones would goto the paradise that Rebecca created in heaven in order to worship the gods.

They could enjoy all types of carefree happiness, unlike life on the surface where they suffered from alltypes of pains.

Of course, they knew that they would have to endure pain to reach death. However, the pain was onlyfleeting. If they endured for a moment, they would enjoy eternal happiness. So why resist?novelbin

‘It is as the seniors said. They must be suffering from madness.’

The boy felt pity for Aunt Domiri, who was waving her hands and feet to stop the clubs. It would’vebeen better to obediently expose her stomach and head, rather than wailing louder as her fingers weredislocated and her shin bones broke.

“It is tough, tough. At times like this, I just want to stab with a knife.”

"Are you crazy? That isn’t a service.”

Unless it was a sacrifice, she had to be beaten to death in order to wash away her sins in life. It wasonly after being hit in the stomach until the intestines were crushed that there was a possibility ofreflection and ascension to heaven. Even if the underground paradise was better than the surface, itwould be worse than heaven. That was why it was done with clubs.

“Auntie Domiri, you have already reflected enough. There is no need to suffer any longer, so put awaythat rattling arm and show your head.”

“Spare me… spare me...”

“Huh? What nonsense is this? Did you immediately go crazy the moment the hair at the top of yourhead started turning white?”

“I... if I die already, who will take care of my children...? They will starve to death under their immaturefather, who gambles with the money used to buy bread...”

“What are you saying? I don’t know what you are worried about.”

“Domiri is possessed by a demon!”

“Hurry up and kill her before we are hated by the gods!”

The people who were watching the service of the Reflection Group in an enjoyable manner startedshouting. The auntie’s young husband took the lead. Domiri’s daughters, who had been laughing andclapping, started turning red with anxiety when they saw the atmosphere become harsh.

In the end, the boy stepped up. He used a much stronger force than his seniors to press on the back ofDomiri’s neck, overpowering her. Domiri begged the boy, “Please, Iwata... please...”

Bam!

Red blood filled the boy’s vision. The boy, who was covered with the blood from Domiri’s broken head,finally relaxed his hardened face. He approached Domiri’s young daughters, who were about to cry,and patted them on the shoulder.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you!”

The girls also smiled widely.

That evening, the boy went to the temple. For the next month before the ceremony, the priests visitedthe temple every night and told him.

“Drink.”

It was a white liquid. The priests explained to the boy, who was curiously looking at the liquid in thetransparent glass bottle“It is a medicine that purifies the soul. If you take that medicine every night fromtoday on, you will gradually be loved by the gods.”

“Your chances of ascending to heaven will increase!”

“Um, that’s right.”

The boy joyfully drank the medicine and felt his consciousness go dim. His heart fluttered and he burstout laughing for no reason. As his soul became clean, it seemed that happiness came along with it.

He suddenly felt doubts. It was because the skin of the priests who came closer after taking off theirmasks and clothes was wrinkled. How could a person’s body be like that? It was the first time he hadseen it in his life. It looked a bit similar to Uncle Domotan’s forearm, which had been burned as a child,but it was too natural to be a wound.

‘The people chosen by the gods are different from ordinary people.’

In any case, it was good. The drugged boy smiled and fell into the arms of the priests. Thus, the priestsvisited the temple every night.

Then around two weeks later...

The boy’s expression crumpled in the midst of his drugged happiness. He was stroking the bald headof the priest, Gurada, when he felt a sense of beard-like roughness at the tip of his fingers. Then helooked closely and found that it was a white hair. It was thick and short, as if it had just grown, but itwas clearly hair.

White hair—it was a symbol of an old person who missed the time to die.

“Ack! Iwata! What are you doing all of a sudden?”

“Of course, I am serving you.”

The drugged boy was out of his mind. He wasn’t clear about where he was and what he was doingnow. He relied solely on his learned instincts. He picked up a silver candlestick and beat the priest’swrinkled body mercilessly.

“This crazy guy...! Aaack!”

The priest, Gurada, also went crazy due to old age.

The boy felt sorry for the priest, who resisted by swinging a bottle. Even in the midst of his blurredconsciousness, he decided that he needed to serve the other person as soon as possible. It wasn’thard because the boy was very fast and powerful. He had delayed when serving Aunt Domiri becausehe entrusted most of the work to his seniors, but it was actually easy and quick on his own. He quicklyturned Priest Gurada into a mess and killed him.

“Hiik...”

The other priests trembled. There were no soldiers who rushed over after hearing the commotion. Thehuge temple at night was still. It was because the priests sent away the soldiers every time the boycame to visit.

“Poor people...”

The boy finally noticed. The eyes of the priests, which were usually hidden under masks—theireyelashes were white when he looked at it closely in the candlelight. Their shaved eyebrows and hairwere probably white as well.

“W-What are you going to do...?!” The priests screamed, but it was too late. The boy blocked thedoorway and started his service. All the priests were beaten to death.

The world was in great turmoil the next day. It was because the knowledgeable people who examinedthe corpses of the priests referred to them as ‘very old people.’ The folds of their skin were like therings of a tree trunk.

Many things started to change. People learned the truth that the priests who ruled the city were olderthan the elderly people and they questioned death. There were many voices that doubted paradise andthe gods.

The boy was fine. He just needed medicine.

The prison where the boy was locked up was meaningless. The crude iron bars couldn’t withstand theboy’s grip, which was even more powerful than yesterday, and crumpled at once. The boy chuckledafter killing the seniors from the Reflection Group who ran over after shouting something.

‘All the seniors will go to heaven, right?’

The boy went straight to the temple. He killed all the soldiers protecting the entrance and also killedthose who were investigating inside. He was glad that his father was there as well. He felt like he wasbeing properly filial.

After that, the boy searched for medicine. On the way, people kept coming and interfering for somereason, but it was enough to just kill them. He was happy enough to fly away when he found themedicine. The temple was larger than he thought. The history of the destruction of the ‘kingdom’ wasrecorded underground, but it wasn’t his business. It was important to find the medicine.

However, finding medicine became increasingly difficult. The visits from those interfering also becameless frequent. Now the temple where the boy stayed alone was as calm as any night. Before he knewit, the boy became a young man.

“I’ve never seen a hero who saved the world become so corrupted.”

It was when he was just about to forget how to speak. The young man was so thin it was as if hisbones only had skin attached, and he had only a faint thirst for medicine. Everything as a human beingwas too worn out to feel any excitement about the visitor who suddenly appeared.

“If you die like this, you will surely fall into hell. You are destined to become Baal’s plaything and beused harshly.”

“Y...ou...?”

“Hero who saved the world from the deception of the demons of hell and deceived the eyes of thegods. Ignorant sinner who destroyed the world he saved. The god Yatan that I know will surely havepity on you. I, his apostle, will take care of you.”

The old temple collapsed. The white bones of the humans killed by the young man in the distant pastwere weathered and blown away by the wind. The city, which had long been reduced to a huge ruin,started to be covered in bone dust like snow.

The young man who saved the world was a hero, but he was also a sinner who unintentionallydestroyed the world. In many ways, he transcended humans and survived for hundreds of yearswithout eating. He relied on a craving for medicine that didn’t mean anything.

“You resemble me. You are a remnant of an abhorrent past and have no place to belong.”

The Specter, who identified itself as an apostle of Yatan, insisted. If he died and fell to hell, he wouldjust sin again. The demons who took advantage of Yatan’s cycle and started to occupy hell were veryvicious. Therefore, they had to be vigilant and they couldn’t die.

“I will build a new world and you will live there.”

“Medicine...”

The young man was obsessed with what had sustained him. He reached out toward the visitor whowas talking weirdly, but he couldn’t reach it. The Specter had already taken the young man’s heart. Itused the power of an apostle to make the young man immortal. Then suddenly—

“Are you three people I will meet in the future?” the Specter looked at the ‘view’ of Grid’s group andasked a question. A chill went down the spines of Grid’s group as their consciousness returned to thepresent.

***

[You have learned the story of Iwata, the Thick, Curved, and Fierce Sword.]

[Iwata’s soul has been purified by the divinity of the Divine Wood Coffin and refuses to fall to hell.]

[The Divine Wood Coffin has accepted Iwata’s soul.]

[Some of Iwata’s memories and abilities are absorbed into the Divine Wood Coffin.]

“Gasp... Gasp...”

Iwata, the Thick, Curved, and Fierce Sword—Skunk’s breathing quickened after experiencing thememories of his life. In particular, the shock he experienced at the end was so great that his faceturned blue and he started sweating.

‘It wasn’t caught in the review?’

Grid had a useless worry. He thought that the ancient sentiments and customs of the time when Iwatalived were very cruel.

‘Well, I don’t think a minor will end up watching this story.’

Grid had grown tens or hundreds of times faster than others. Even so, it wasn’t until nine years after hestarted Satisfy that he entered the No Offspring Tomb. It was practically impossible for a player whowas still underage to have the same experience as him here.

“It was a story from the time when Baal showed signs of distorting hell. Yatan’s apostle... in otherwords, should we consider it a good thing that the Specter jumped out and escaped hell...?”

-From the perspective of humanity, it is correct to say that it is unconditionally fortunate. If the Specterhad left the lost sinners to die rather than bringing them to the No Offspring Tomb, the power of hellwould be much stronger than it is now. In any case, it is definitely diligent. Didn’t it once wander aroundthe world itself, collecting garbage and disciplining them?

A home to sinners with nowhere to go—the identity of the No Offspring Tomb was revealed. However,there was no basis to trust the Specter.

What was the ultimate purpose of the Specter? Was Yatan really buried in the No Offspring Tomb?

There were still secrets to be revealed, so Grid’s party moved on.