A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 213
It was a trivial, almost nonsensical story.
However, the source of the statement was the Bible.
If the question wasn't one that God was trying to conceal through some trickery, it would provide truths that extend far beyond the questioner's perception.
It must never be taken lightly.
Tesilid's expression became serious and solemn.
His mind became even more so.
He was trying to extract more value from the answer the Bible of the Great Truth had given him.
Now that he thought about it, there had been another time he had been flustered by something material.
It was when he was having a conversation with Ayleth while picking herbs in the mermaid dungeon.
- "There’s a curse I was born with. To break it, I have to donate anywhere between a hundred thousand to several million gold."
- "A curse? What curse?"
- "The person I love always dies tragically because of absolute power. I die along with them."
The memory of that conversation strangely felt connected to the current situation.
“Could it be...”
Tesilid felt something inside him stir loudly.
He was confused and couldn’t calm down.
Was the current situation not caused by the malice and evil directed at him from the world?
Was it because Ayleth’s curse had been triggered?
For that curse to activate, she would have to...
"...."
A single possibility quickly took over his mind.
Tesilid's chest swelled up, then sank back down.
Even after a long breath, the slight tremor didn’t go away.
Was his body breaking down?
He didn’t know where this burning thirst and intense heat were coming from.
He raised his hot palm and wiped it from his eyelids to his chin.
He hadn’t expected it.
...Could it really be?
“Ah...”
Only now did he start to feel the gravity of it.
He had to spend quite a bit of time calming himself down.
His disordered expression was hidden only after a few rounds of splashing cold water on his face.
Tesilid tried to think calmly.
This was not the time to be intoxicated by the ecstasy.
He had to think of a way to fulfill the solution the Bible had taught him.
At that moment, as he pondered how to make money...
<What is the final question?>
"..."
Tesilid flinched.
He stopped the thoughts he was having. His thought process focused entirely on the final question.
The Bible urged him after a long silence.
<Oh ignorant human, speak your curiosity.>
“Curiosity...”
As if in a trance, he repeated those words in his mouth.
In fact, there had always been something he had been curious about.
He had asked the Bible of the Great Truth many times before but never received an answer.
Would it be any different now?
A feeling of intense skepticism and nihilistic reflection swept through him.
If he received another hollow answer this time, he felt he wouldn’t be able to bear it. He might even go mad.
Yet...
Yet he still held onto a little hope.
Today, he had realized that his life could still hold some light.
Summoning all his hope, he gathered the courage to ask the question.
“How can I...”
The moment his lips parted, the questions he had asked in previous cycles flashed through his mind.
In cycle 18, he had asked why he was regressing.
The answer he had received was that it was to save the world.
In cycle 19, he asked how to save the world.
He was told to defeat the three demon kings and seal the Chaos Evil in the final dungeon.
From cycle 20 to 80, he had dutifully played the role of God’s clown and asked about dungeon strategies.
Then, after being betrayed by both God and the world, he had gone back to the Bible of the Truth in cycle 89.
From then on, he asked many times how to stop his regression.
He had purposely wasted his question rights.
In truth, it had been more like a prayer, an incantation, than an actual question.
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He had hoped that by showing such a tragic waste of his life and his desperate struggles, at least one of his repeated questions would reach God and bring something back.
But it hadn’t worked.
The meaningful question came when he had completely given up in cycle 99.
He asked why the world was doomed, the truth.
And after several more cycles... now, in cycle 117, having even gone to the depths of hell...
He asks.
His long-standing curiosity.
A wish that had existed for a long time.
And the new hope he had formed in this timeline.
A question that could encompass them all, and at last, he asked it.
“...How can I be happy?”
Something hot surged inside him.
It felt as though those words burned his stomach, melted his chest, scraped his throat, and only then did they finally leave his lips.
In this timeline, if he could save the world, grow old in a peaceful place, and die holding the hand of someone he loved, wouldn’t that be wonderful?
All he wanted was a simple, peaceful life.
Just an ordinary and yet extraordinary life.
A human life.
Such a wish could not be obtained by mechanically sealing the Chaos Evil to save the world.
Even if the world was completely destroyed and the base of regression was obliterated, it couldn’t be obtained.
...And because he knew that so well...
He felt a sense of despair.
“...Ha ha.”
To cover up his overwhelming emotions, he intentionally laughed loudly.
His dry laughter echoed sharply in the air.
He had dared utter those words. He felt as though he would hear an answer saying that such a thing wasn’t possible.
What would he do if he was condemned?
Would it be better to just return to that abyss?
Yes, maybe drinking from the fountain of eternal life again wouldn’t be so bad...
So, having become the most cynical man in the world, he stared at the black space that could be seen through the cracks of the floor.
At that moment, a voice of a non-human being echoed through the space.
<Convert.>
“...” 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
He hadn’t imagined that an answer would come.
Not only that, the content was shocking.
“What... what?”
<Convert. Change the God you serve, and you will fulfill your wish.>
Despite his reflexive question, the message was kindly repeated, proving that he hadn’t misheard.
‘Convert?’
The paradigm that bound human consciousness was powerful.
Especially since he had been a paladin in the monotheistic worldview, his thoughts and perspectives had never strayed from that framework.
Even while being used by God, he was so devout that he had never even entertained the rebellious thought of considering another god, other than the “strict order and good.”
But that recognition system broke apart in this moment.
‘Are there more gods in this world?’
If the Bible of the Great Truth said so, then so it must be.
Tesilid’s thought process creaked in shock, but it began to fervently work to accept this new truth.
In this world, other than the "strict order and good," if there were divine beings, the only one that came to mind was...
“...Are you telling me to serve Chaos Evil?”
He said it, but immediately regretted it.
Again, he was lost in confusion due to ignorance.
Kugung. Chwarr...
The Bible's cover closed, and chains began to coil around it once more.
<You have already used all three question rights. This will end the access.>
The books that made up the space slowly collapsed into the abyss.
The eternal grand library was urging Tesilid to leave.
Using the Truth’s triad of answers seemed to have the same effect as defeating a boss and closing the dungeon.
To avoid falling into the demonic trash heap, there was no choice but to leave.
Tesilid’s legs stepped down the half-collapsed book stairs.
Kindly, at the end of the stairs, an exit gate leading ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) back to reality opened.
He had returned to the top floor of the tower.
The dome ceiling, with shooting stars falling, and the bookshelf filled with ancient books greeted him.
Even after leaving the gate, his mind was still filled with confusion.
He had no idea how to reconstruct the broken framework of his thoughts.
And so, deep in thought, he didn’t notice the presence approaching him.
Step, step...
“...!”
The sound of footsteps perfectly matching his own.
Reflexively, he turned to see an unexpected encounter.
A man with the same face as his own, dressed in black hair, exuded an overwhelming aura and asked.
“What are you doing here?”
“...”
The man, with a look of intense pressure, looked at Tesilid.
The moment he saw him, Tesilid couldn’t help but feel cold sweat trickling in his palm, and he let out a bitter laugh.
‘Just catching Leviathon isn’t enough, huh?’
His life, full of tricks and deceptions, was far from over.
The world had sent him, Tesilid Arzent, to kill him.
The privilege of the possessor.
