Entering a Company From Another World! – Chapter 398

It was a difficult labor. Sweat

Another side

A certain space within Isal.

Dimly lit, warm, a space without heaven or earth, simply existing, enveloping. This is a space that should be called the world of gods. No, it is the land of gods. The home of Isaliza, the Sun God of Isal.

And there, her master, Isaliza, was burning with the flames of anger.

“Damn you! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you! Humans!!”

A brilliant blaze befitting the name of the Sun God. Her human-shaped form erupting in flames was truly divine. Flames that could scorch the world upon mere contact. It is only in this world that gods can indulge their anger.

So why is the god so enraged? Gods rarely lose themselves to emotion. Gods are metaphorical with natural phenomena and supernatural beings. In fact, in the world of Isal, Sun God Isaliza is an absolute existence. Even the strongest swordsman, the highest-ranking king, or the wisest sage among humans would be too presumptuous to compare themselves. She is, in the truest sense, the pinnacle of this world.

Why, then, would such an existence be consumed by anger? The reason is quite simple. An entity with immense power and immense status has been dealt a blow by mere humans.

If this were a kin of the Moon God, the Demon Lord, who is Isaliza’s equal and counterpart, there would be no such anger. The Moon God is a deity of equal standing who created this world with Isaliza, and being opposed by them would not bruise her pride. However, this time, a mere human has foiled the actions of the god herself, who even deployed her daughter.

The god knows. That being is indeed just a human. The Sun God herself did not grant her protection, and while she confirmed the magic crest, there was no trace of the Moon God’s blessing. A human born in an otherworld unknown to the Sun God. She was supposed to be an insignificant puppet.

But the result was that the puppet she had painstakingly crafted was defeated, and that insignificant human emerged victorious. The outcome of this defeat was a calamitous situation where she lost more than half of her daughters, lost the puppets she had meticulously created, and gained nothing but a delay in the Moon God’s kin’s scheme. To Isaliza, it was an unforgivable conclusion.

“I will not forgive this. I will never forgive this as long as I live.”

As if to calm her turbulent heart, Isaliza closed her eyes, subdued the raging flames, and began to focus on how to exact her revenge. Within the conditions of being a god and being in the world of Isal, nothing is impossible.

“I must personally deal with that human; otherwise, I will not be appeased.”

However, she cannot directly intervene with her immense power in the world. If she were to do so, the world’s balance would collapse, leading to dire consequences, and gods are no exception. Therefore, to achieve her objective, she must choose her means carefully. To eliminate a single black-haired human, Isaliza selects the best card from her hand.

“Aiwa!”

“I am here.”

Hence, the Seraph. Those who become the eyes and hands of God, acting as their proxy. At the apex of these beings is Aiwa, the first Seraph of the Primordials. With her cyan, slightly bluish long hair, and slender fingers the color of porcelain resting on her full chest, her bowed face boasted a perfection beyond human.

Appearing from the light, she knelt on the spot and awaited her father, Isaliza’s command. Seeing Aiwa, the only one permitted to enter this realm, Isaliza, as a matter of course, did not offer thanks but simply issued her order.

“I will give you pawns. Create a vessel befitting me. I do not care about the means. If necessary, you may use your remaining sisters. However, failure is not an option.”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

Without questioning the words, Aiwa accepted Isaliza’s command with her face still bowed. What are the pawns? What is a fitting vessel? Even without information about the materials or a purchase order, she was told to proceed, yet she seemed unconcerned.

“Then go. I await only good news.”

“Understood.”

Even if the words were unreasonable, to Aiwa, they were her father’s words. It was not a matter of whether it could be done, but simply that it would be done. They had spent countless years together. It was inconceivable for Aiwa not to grasp the intent behind Isaliza’s words. The god did not watch her depart, once again enrobed in light, from the divine realm.

“…”

The space, now solely occupied by Isaliza, became quiet, save for the initial outcry of passion. She did not ponder but diligently managed the world. However, stray thoughts intruded upon her management tasks.

The relationship between a god and a Seraph is parental, but also that of master and subordinate. Love and respect are natural emotions for a god. They are to be expected. That is precisely why she could not forgive the human who, on that day, at that time, fought with all her might without a shred of such emotion directed towards her.

However, she is not solely fixated on her wounded pride. This incident was not without acquisitions other than the humans sent from the otherworld by Nisia.

“…That child.”

Isaliza recalled the soul’s wavelength of one of the two infants held by the Dark Elf woman whose name she did not know.

“I want it.”

The child’s soul, even as an infant, shone with a talent. More than anything, its soul’s wavelength made Isaliza feel its potential as a vessel. She could not help but feel that if it grew, it would become the greatest vessel in history, capable of striking down the Moon God.

“I must obtain it at all costs.”

Gods have fought each other for countless ages. The elder brother, Isaliza, focused on quantity, while the younger brother, the Moon God, focused on quality. Humans have multiplied, and accordingly, vessels for the gods have been prepared. However, she was never satisfied with the quality. Initially, it was good, but once the world was divided and the quality of their conflict declined, the quality of the vessels also plummeted.

However, the Demon Lords, who could become the Moon God’s vessels, have grown stronger with the passing years. Demon races are often characterized by their difficulty in procreating, and while their numbers are fewer than humans, their abilities far surpass those of humans.

Judging that she could not compete within her own managed world, Isaliza made the difficult decision of opening the gates to otherworlds. Bringing power from another world was tantamount to proving her own power was insufficient for managing her world. For the proud Isaliza, it was a means she would rather not employ.

Yet, she chose this path even at the cost of her pride. This millennia-long battle between siblings. It is a battle for the position of Overgod of one world. Should she lose this battle, her divine rank would be stripped, and her current power would become the victor’s. Then, the existence of Isaliza would cease, and a new god would be born to unify the world.

“I cannot afford to lose. I absolutely cannot lose.”

Unknown to most inhabitants of this world, this world was truly created by the father of the two sibling gods. When their father entrusted the management of this world to his sons, he said, “I will leave this world to the one who is superior, and the weaker one shall become sustenance for that world.”

Initially, she denied it. She was determined to survive with her brother at all costs. But many long years shattered the bond of their close brotherhood, and Isaliza, the elder brother, could no longer bear the increasing success of her younger sibling year by year. She could no longer trust her brother. She had grown to fear him.

“I cannot afford to lose.”

Once that happened, she could no longer stop. She could not believe the face of her brother who smiled reassuringly, saying, “It’ll be alright.” She could not believe the voice of her brother who encouraged her, saying, “Let’s work together.” She became suspicious, wondering if he was plotting behind her back in ways she was unaware of.

Reinforcing her past decisions to herself, she monitored the world. With her light illuminating the vast green landscapes, people prospered and built grand civilizations. This result alone did not alleviate Isaliza’s anxiety. She tried to convince herself, “This is fine, this is fine,” dispelling her hesitations.

“No one who interferes will be forgiven, no matter who they are.”

The Sun God must not have any shadows. She must not be anxious. Heavenly punishment will befall anything that obstructs the light illuminating her path. The current Demon Lord is indeed more formidable than any in the past. Never before had her daughters been so depleted.

“I will win.”

Yet, she must not let this fact shake her confidence. However, the god should realize. The anxiety pierced by the existence of just one human. Jiro Tanaka had become an object of hatred for the god. But was he merely an opponent to be hated? Was there no need to recognize him as a blade approaching the Sun God, beyond his role as the Demon Lord? The god did not acknowledge this slight flaw. She chose not to notice it. The consequences of such an act are beyond the god’s comprehension.

“…Outsider.”

However, even a god does not merely sit and watch the world indefinitely. Shifting her gaze from the panoramic view of Isal, she turned her attention to another space. There, in the palace bestowed upon the Seraph by the god. Thirteen humans from another world had been sent to that palace. All of them praised the god and listened with joy to the words of her daughter, Aiwa.

“…”

Even seeing these humans, Isaliza’s heart remained unmoved. It is not that they lacked talent. They could even be considered a well-chosen group, given Nisia’s selection. However, after witnessing the supreme jewel that was Yukiera, even these gems seemed insufficient. The god’s expectation of disappointment was hers alone. Who could blame her eyes? No, there is no one.

“…Hmph.”

Because he is a god. There is no one present to hold the god accountable. Even before the humans who pledged to work for the god, she left no words of encouragement and turned her gaze back to managing the world, returning to her divine daily routine. Isaliza’s thoughts no longer concerned the humans brought to this side. Her thoughts were occupied with the world and how to defeat her rival sibling. For these two purposes, the god was forging a divine artifact.

It is a sword being forged within the sun’s fire, still appearing sword-like but in the process of refinement. However, from the raw material, divine power is being infused, and even in its refined state, it surpasses the performance of ordinary holy swords. What the god is creating is a divine sword that surpasses holy swords. A weapon superior to the holy sword that Jiro cleaved. All that is known is that it will not be long before Jiro can wield this blade.

Word of the day: Lashing out is uncool, but all too easy to do.

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