Keiri was asked to serve tea, but Susanoo-god stared at it as if it were poisoned before hesitantly drinking it.
Well, there have been gods killed by poison in myths.
It’s no wonder he’s being cautious.
As an aside, dorayaki was also served, which he ate without hesitation, grabbing it with both hands and stuffing it into his mouth.
“…So, the story is that I have to fight a god from another world. What kind of divine rank is it?”
After drinking the tea and eating the dorayaki, he seemed to have grasped that there was no harm, and perhaps realizing my earlier words weren’t a lie, the now calmer Susanoo-god looked me in the eyes and asked about the Sun God from the other world.
“One of the two gods in the other world, the Sun God.”
“Wait a minute, does that mean it’s an Overgod rank?”
“In that world, there are only two gods, the Sun and Moon gods, so I don’t know if there’s that kind of hierarchy.”
When thinking about divine rank, it sounds like a classification of gods.
On Earth, there are many gods, so you can vaguely see a hierarchy, but in Isal, there are only two gods.
Therefore, that Sun God naturally becomes the Overgod.
“Seriously?”
His previous timid demeanor shifted drastically, including that nuance in his response.
His expression was a mixture of anxiety.
“In that case, my rank might be a bit insufficient. If she were the same rank as my older sister, I might be able to do something, but if she’s the same rank as my parents…”
“Unfortunately, I don’t know how the difference in divine ranks might affect their power. How big is the difference in their abilities?”
If there are uncertain factors, it’s crucial not to ignore them.
Being told by instructors not to leave unknown elements unexamined is foolish.
“Ah, as I said before, it depends on the scale of the world. In India, there are an insane number of believers, so if someone like Shiva, an Overgod, were to appear, I’d be making a quick exit. There’s also a terrifying old man in Norse mythology, and Zeus in Greece is someone I’d rather not meet.”
He listed them off, saying that the Overgods were all quite formidable.
“My older sister also becomes quite dangerous when she gets angry, but even then, compared to those old men…”
It seems his judgment criterion is whether he can handle the god or not.
“So, the scale of the world depends on the number of believers and the size of the land, as a general guideline?”
“Yeah, and fame also plays a role. If they’re ancient, it’s even tougher.”
“Keiri, roughly is fine. The population and number of believers in that world, and the years since its creation.”
We had that information.
If we could gauge the rough strength of Sun God Isaliza, we’d provide that much information.
Keiri, who had such information readily available, began writing on the paper without hesitation.
The writing was legible.
And it was in Japanese, not in Isal’s script.
“…The scale isn’t much, but the age is insane. The same rank as those old men?”
He confirmed it with a quick read and handed it to Susanoo-god.
Then, after a few seconds of waiting, he spat out words with a furrowed brow, completely devoid of any pleasant atmosphere.
“Is age really that important?”
“To a god, history is like stamina. The mere fact of having existed as a god for that long. Just having that is enough to make them a very tenacious god.”
His face clearly showed his annoyance, and he was desperately wracking his brain to figure out how to overcome this.
“By the way, how did you plan to defeat this god?”
“At first, I intended to defeat them head-on in a full-scale war.”
“Ha! What a daredevil. Even if there were a dozen people like you, you’d at best achieve a mutual destruction. If you’re unlucky, you’d be wiped out unilaterally. It’s a predictable outcome.”
The initial plan was to use the full might of the Demon Lord’s Army to defeat them.
“Actually, we are currently in the process of weakening them through a curse.”
“Even so, that only creates a slim chance of victory. Realistically, it’s not even on the level of defeating a god. No, the fact that humans can even create a chance is a miracle.”
He declared that even with the preparations made for it, it was still insufficient.
These were words only a god could utter, and they carried a certain persuasiveness.
He sat cross-legged, propped his cheek on his hand, and idly shook his teacup with his other.
“Also, the fact that you said ‘intended to’ means I wasn’t included in the plan originally, right? What did you see?”
He then sensed that I was trying to change the strategy.
“The future.”
“Hmph, a seer, huh? That’s why I don’t like people named Tanaka.”
Learning the reason behind it, Susanoo-god’s impression of Tanaka seemed to have soured.
I sent an apology to all the Tanakas across the country in my heart.
“So, seeing such a terrible future, what are you going to do with the little time you have left?”
“There are limits to what I can do, so I was thinking of creating a space in this Dungeon that would be disadvantageous to the Sun God, and then have you Japanese gods beat them up there.”
“…Ah, I see. That’s a valid method, assuming I can solve the problem from my perspective.”
His proposal, which further lowered my favorability, didn’t quite reach the passing grade for a god.
“First, gods aren’t so idle that they’ll easily come to this space. Second, can you prepare an offering for gods powerful enough to beat up an Otherworld Overgod? Third, for gods, crossing worlds is inherently difficult. Someone like me, who is rootless, can still act as a foot soldier, but an Overgod is bound to their country, to their world. It’s not a physical constraint, but the logic of the world. As long as that binding remains, it’s no easy feat to cross worlds and bring an Otherworld god into this space.”
What was spoken was the philosophy of gods.
It was a disadvantage that gods, not humans, possessed.
“The reason your strategy is effective is that it removes the most important thing for a god: their connection to that land and that world. No matter how powerful a god is, their fundamental power source comes from that land or world. The prayers of believers, the will of the world of that land. These are like the staples, like rice and bread, for you all.”
If you were deprived of your meals, you wouldn’t have the strength to fight, I suppose.
You can’t fight on an empty stomach, as they say.
“Conversely, if that can be achieved, they can be thoroughly weakened, right?”
“Yeah, to a tenth, no, they could even suffer a fatal blow. I am bound by Japan, but conversely, because I am not bound by anything else, I can exert a certain level of power anywhere in Japan. However, if I went to another continent, I would definitely lose to the gods there.”
“…After hearing all this, was it okay to tell me all of it? This is quite fatal information for a god.”
However, it didn’t make sense.
The information Susanoo-god was calmly imparting was quite a weakness for gods.
Humans are cunning.
If there is an effective means against a powerful being, they will study it over generations and achieve it.
It’s impossible that Susanoo-god doesn’t understand that.
“It’s fine. Regardless, it’s impossible to do that without somehow manipulating the logic of the world. I’ve seen plenty of people who have studied that field for thousands of years, but none have come close to succeeding. Even gods can’t change the logic of the world. So, what chance do humans have?”
I see, so it’s an impossible task, so there’s no problem telling me.
“Kaha.”
“?!”
Don’t underestimate me.
I’m a corporate slave who has overcome recklessness, absurdity, and foolishness at every turn.
“Kahahahahahahahahaha!!!!”
A surge of pleasure welled up.
“Thank you!! I’m grateful!! Oh, my gratitude flows from the bottom of my heart!!”
“Hey, this guy’s gone crazy. That’s why I hate Tanaka.”
“Please don’t put that on me. Judging by that laughter, I’d bet another vote that our leader will mess things up again.”
Susanoo-god seemed to be keeping his distance from me, but I didn’t care.
Minami looked exasperated, but I didn’t care either.
“Hehehehe, if it has a god’s guarantee, then anything is possible.”
“No, I’m telling you, I can’t do it. Don’t you understand?”
“I understand, and furthermore, I accept it.”
“Then why are you laughing so much? That’s strange.”
Being called crazy by a god is quite exhilarating.
“Just because gods can’t do it, who decided humans can’t?”
“What?”
Crazy?
No, I’m perfectly sane.
“Hey, Susanoo.”
That’s why I can laugh like this.
“What’s the difference between a fool and a successful person?”
There are probably many who fear acting disrespectfully towards a god.
I, who can smile with my usual crescent moon smile at a god, am likely in the minority.
“…”
Susanoo-god said nothing at my sudden change in demeanor.
His gaze, as if probing what I intended to say, urged me to continue.
“To me, a fool isn’t someone who challenges blindly without any basis. It’s someone who gives up from the outset, deciding it’s impossible, and never even tries.”
Otherwise, unusual ideas wouldn’t emerge, and I wouldn’t even think of trying.
“Who first thought humans could fly? No matter how much they flapped their arms, they couldn’t fly, and when they jumped, they fell back to the ground. Who first thought they could fly, escaping the shackles of human anatomy? Because everyone thought it was impossible, no one tried, but a single challenger becomes successful. Who labels those who tried and failed as fools? Wasting time? Wasting money? Is taking the safe path, which is obvious from the start, normal? If so, then I’d rather be abnormal.”
If I can knock a god into another world, I can kill them.
That fact.
I can achieve it.
When it comes to cutting, there is no one better than me.
If the goal is to sever the connection between a god and the world, I can translate that into a concept.
If I can do that, there is a chance of victory.
The concept I aim for is quite simple.
“To say all that means you have some plan, don’t you?”
“I do.”
With this much information gathered, all that’s left is to prepare to definitively kill the god.
“Oh…”
“For that, I’ll need your cooperation.”
Perhaps because the probability of winning has surprisingly increased, I thought my mood had calmed down a bit, but it seems I haven’t calmed down yet.
“To start, let’s begin by remodeling this Dungeon.”
Things I can do are overflowing.
“To start with…”
Susanoo-god looked at me with suspicion at my words.
Oops, it seems I got a bit ahead of myself. Even though I know what to do in my head, if I don’t explain it, the conversation won’t progress.
“First, I’m saying we’ll create your Divine Realm, Susanoo-god, here. We’ll drop the Sun God of Isal into that space, dyed in your image. And after that, you know what happens, right?”
There isn’t much time, but it’s not that there’s absolutely no time.
The Dungeon exists as a land.
Not willing to waste a single second of the remaining time, I step forward and gently place my hand on Susanoo-god’s shoulder.
“Now, let’s get to work.”
“Oh, uh…”
If necessary, even a god will be made to work like a corporate slave.
“Did I make the wrong choice by accepting this?”
Hearing Susanoo-god’s regret, the final desperate struggle began.
Today’s word:
Preconceptions are sometimes useful.
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