I'm the Only One Who Can't See Ghosts-Chapter 113: Soul Art Online (9)
As soon as the word “request” was spoken, the entire atmosphere of the city changed.
Conversations abruptly halted.
All eyes turned to Nayu.
Even her expression, difficult to decipher, added to the tension.
Even Yoo Hajin, who viewed the world in a 16-bit resolution, could sense that something was off. However, it was Nayu’s response that returned the atmosphere to normal.
“...Nayu will accept.”
As soon as Nayu agreed to the request, people approached her with smiles. But Yoo Hajin couldn’t tell whether she was genuinely smiling or just pretending to.
“Nayu, wait—do you even know what they’re asking you to do before agreeing so easily?”
“Nayu knows. Nayu is an adult.”
“No, you don’t. I know it might be hard to believe me right now, but…”
Why was that?
Even though he was watching through a 16-bit screen,
Nayu’s expression somehow looked sad.
“...Nayu really does know.”
“Wait, hold on—”
Yoo Hajin reached out his hand, but he couldn’t grab her.
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The city’s hereditary shamans had already surrounded her.
As the sky-blue girl faded from view,
Yoo Hajin pulled up the logs he had checked earlier.
The log contained a conversation from before the Day of Spirit Awakening.
To be precise, it was a log from before that day—a conversation between the Master of Cheonji and the hereditary shamans.
“Come forth, O Revered One.”
“Come forth, O Ancestor.”
“Come forth, O One Who Resonates with Heaven and Earth.”
The log began with the hereditary shamans’ prayers.
Then, the next log entry followed—the words of the Master of Cheonji.
“So, children. You have called for me.”
“Ancestor, please grant us permission to fulfill our duty.”
A brief silence followed in the log.
A pause—meaning the Master of Cheonji had not answered immediately.
“This… is your duty?”
The Master of Cheonji finally responded.
“An artificial afterlife, where even one’s original enlightenment is sealed… A realm where the laws of souls do not function.
Do you truly believe that by doing this, you can prevent the destruction that will consume all realms?”
“We are merely doing what we can, Ancestor.”
“Doing what you can…”
The Master of Cheonji continued.
“Yes, you will do what you believe you must. Manipulating the minds of powerful world leaders to incite nuclear war, developing a plague capable of collapsing nations, all to orchestrate a controlled apocalypse—
That is your plan, isn’t it?”
“A-ancestor… We only…”
“Only what? I see. In this dimension, which even dulls my enlightenment, a controlled apocalypse might seem like an easy way to escape fate. Perhaps… you might truly break free from reincarnation.”
And then, the log cut off again.
The next entry was from the hereditary shamans.
“Ancestor… Does this mean… that you finally acknowledge us?”
“Yes.”
The Master of Cheonji spoke.
“If you proceed with this plan, I shall recognize you—as my enemies.”
“A-ancestor?”
“If you carry out this plan… The ones I could not sever before, the ones I considered my flesh and blood, my disciples…I will sever you.”
The hereditary shamans’ log frantically followed.
“Ancestor, please! There is no other way to escape reincarnation! Wouldn’t it be better for at least a chosen few to break free than for everyone to be caught in its cycle?”
“To reach true stillness and view of enlightenment, there is no distinction between good and evil. Breaking free of reincarnation to pursue a higher enlightenment—that is our only purpose, is it not?”
“You are right.”
The Master of Cheonji replied.
“That is our only purpose. And that is why we are so cruel. Unlike ordinary mortals, who are judged after death, those who have mastered the laws of the afterlife… They know how to escape both judgment and hell, no matter what sins they commit.”
Ah, so that’s why.
So that’s why psychics acted like such heartless, irredeemable scum.
Yoo Hajin nodded to himself as he read the next log.
“But if you understand that, then why—”
“And so did those before us. Unburdened by conscience, unafraid of judgment— They must have devised plans just as ruthless as yours. And in the end, they failed.”
The Master of Cheonji’s log continued.
“If everything is destined to crumble and fail in such a manner, then I shall choose to crumble while following my heart’s true desire.”
“What is it that you truly desire?”
“I wish to let truth fall like rain, so that even ordinary mortals may be saved from destruction.”
A day when truth would fall like rain.
Yoo Hajin had heard those words before.
‘Didn’t the previous Heavenly Demon specifically ask for that not to happen?’
But according to this log, the Day When Truth Falls Like Rain was actually part of Cheonji’s plan—to save not just psychics but even ordinary mortals.
So, what was the real truth?
Still filled with doubt, Yoo Hajin continued reading.
The hereditary shamans did not respond to the Master of Cheonji’s words.
They simply carried out their plan.
“Launch it immediately. Even if we only erase the major cities, the world order will destabilize...”
“We have failed to persuade Cheonji. Prepare the plague.”
Even with their powers sealed, the Master of Cheonji knew everything.
“So, this is your answer?”
The next part of the log was a battle log.
“Push forward. There’s no way we can lose. That one is neither a psychic nor a sorcerer, just a mere shaman. The sky and earth in this place are all false.”
“Even psychics and sorcerers struggle to use their abilities here. That one won’t be able to wield any power.”
“Yes. Here, remember the authority we possess.”
The hereditary shamans were confident in their victory.
Even if the opponent was a feared priest of both sky and earth, in this spiritual realm, they were nothing but a Level 1 weakling.
“Don’t hesitate just because they are your ancestor, just because you share the same blood. Enlightenment is everything.”
“Yes. Enlightenment is everything.”
Everyone present was near max level, and the top-ranking members even possessed Game Master-level powers—the abilities of a creator.
There was no chance they could lose to a mere Level 1 mortal.
“And yet, none of you realize… That there is a state beyond the distinction of psychic, sorcerer, and shaman.”
Then, the log distorted.
“The ultimate manifestation. A phenomenon that shakes the heavens.”
The system began to glitch, and strange logs started appearing.
Dialogue logs became increasingly incomprehensible, spewing eerie phrases.
<Nine: A kid not even ten years old survived this? Unbelievable.>
<Nine: Hair that holds the sky, a figure that carries the heavens. 天ad4, of all things.>
Nine—that was the Master of Cheonji’s true name.
At least, that’s what this log suggested.
And amid the distorted logs of the hereditary shamans, a single intact log emerged.
<Nine: I shall seal you within this firmament. To break this seal and reclaim your souls, a child like me, one with Celestial Vessel Physique, must make a vow and bear the burden of this firmament in your stead.>
So that was why they had been sealed here.
But the intact log did not end there.
A new entity appeared in the logs—GM Mirae.
<GM Mirae: Why didn’t you just kill them?>
<Nine: Unbelievable. You…>
<GM Mirae: Ah, I see. They’re sacrifices for the one who survives. Family brings the deepest enlightenment, after all.>
<Nine: How…? How can someone so young have reached the same level as me…?>
And with those final words, the log began to deteriorate once again.
But by this point, Yoo Hajin understood everything.
‘Psychics are, for the most part, enlightenment-obsessed lunatics.
Shortened version—Mad Enlightened Bastards.
There’s no limit to the crazy shit they’d pull in their pursuit of enlightenment.’
So all of this—everything that had happened—had been for Nayu’s enlightenment.
’Wait… was it Cheonji who sent this insane game console in the first place?
Come to think of it, that woman from Cheonji called the Heavenly Ordeal a sacrifice.
‘Back then, I was too distracted by how much she looked exactly like Nayu to think about it…’
Holy. Fucking. Shit!!!’
Nayu was about to be betrayed by her own mother.
She was about to bear the burden of this firmament alone.
Nayu had only two possible ways to react.
She could either despair at the betrayal and silently bear the weight of the firmament, suffering endlessly.
Or she could despair at the betrayal and unleash her power, slaughtering her mother, her relatives, and all their so-called comrades.
No matter the outcome, Nayu was destined to suffer.
Was this pain supposed to be enlightenment?
Yoo Hajin couldn’t understand it.
‘Nayu, you’re a sharp kid. You’re not stupid like me.
You must have realized there would be a betrayal like this.
So why didn’t you run?
Why didn’t you give up?’
And then, faster than anyone else—
Yoo Hajin understood why Nayu hadn’t given up.
“Because family is the last hope you can’t let go of.”
Yes. When it came to family…
Letting go was nearly impossible.
Yoo Hajin knew that better than anyone.
And then, Nayu’s mother took her hand.
At that moment, two women, who could only be called gods, smiled.
One of them was the Master of Cheonji.
The Master of Cheonji murmured.
“What a foolish hope. My heir, those who seek to sever reincarnation should never expect such sentiment. But because you held on to that hope, you will attain the greatest enlightenment the moment your mother betrays you.”
And the girl, known to some as Maitreya and to others as Future Buddha, thought to herself,
+Such a foolish hope.
Insects like them threw away things like familial love long ago.
+You pathetic insect, hurry and writhe in the agony of betrayal.
+Crush your family completely, so that my brother can finally see what a terrifying monster you truly are.+
Nayu’s mother gently caressed her cheek.
Feeling that warmth, Nayu gave a sorrowful smile.
Even in a mere 16-bit display, that sad smile couldn’t be hidden.
“My child, this is all I ask of you.”
And then, Nayu’s mother spoke.
“Take this Teleportation Scroll and leave this place immediately. This place is dangerous. Never come back.”
She handed the scroll to Nayu and said,
“Hurry. I’m so sorry, my child… I’ve done nothing for you… I’ve always loved you.”
In that moment, both gods fell silent.
And even Yoo Hajin was at a loss for words.
Then, the lingering souls of the hereditary shamans exploded in fury.
“You dare betray us?!!”
“Are you also looking down on the priests of this land?!!!”
And Nayu, clutching the scroll in her hands,
Began to cry like a child.
– – The End of The Chapter – –
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