Reincarnated With a SSS-Rank Hypnosis Skill in Another World-Chapter 36 - An Unexpected Decision

But as I looked at all those options, new questions entered my mind.

While this might seem like an easy choice from an outside perspective, now that I had the chance to choose, I needed to make the right choice.

After all, I didn’t know if I could become the apostle of multiple gods. I had no idea what it really meant to become an apostle. I had no idea how any of this worked, and in the situation that I was currently in... it was impossible to know about those things unless the God of Poison would gracefully answer me.

"Those sons of bitches," he muttered under his breath as it seemed that he could also see that I had received apostle offers from other gods. "Don’t you dare oppose me. If you do, then I will fight all of you off if it’s the last thing I do!" He shouted as loud as possible to the sky as if he were trying to speak to the other gods watching.

However, the God of Poison wasn’t that powerful because... not a single god retracted their offer, which meant that no one was scared of him.

Everyone was confident in their abilities.

There were two key questions here:

Who was the strongest god?

And could I become the apostle of multiple gods?

"I have some questions..." I muttered as the God of Poison snapped, looking at me annoyed, clenching his jaw as hard as possible.

"What do you want to know?" he replied, his tone harsh and cold, no longer teasing and playful like before since he knew that he no longer had the upper hand here. He knew that given the chance, I would never choose him as my god.

After all, he had tried to kill me without a single doubt in his mind.

"What does it mean to be an apostle?"

That was my first question.

I wanted to know what it meant even if I had a decent idea.

"You will become the apostle of a god, listening to his requests and executing them. Otherwise, you will be punished."

I frowned.

What he had just described was practically a slave.

"However, in exchange for listening, you will also obtain godly powers that a lot of people will never obtain in their whole life. Those powers are Authorities. They can be anything. Mine is Poison. But it differs based on the god you choose."

I nodded.

"I nodded."

But I didn’t stop there.

"If I accept... do I lose my free will?"

The God of Poison narrowed his eyes, his jaw ticking with irritation. "You lose the illusion of it. All power comes with a price. You will be guided. That’s how it works."

Guided.

Another word for controlled.

"And what happens if I disobey?" I asked flatly.

The god chuckled darkly. "Depends on the god. Some are lenient. Others... not so much. I would kill you myself."

I stared at him. He didn’t even try to hide it. He was power-hungry and proud of it.

"And these ’requests’—are they constant?"

"Do apostles ever get to live their lives?"

"Live?" he sneered. "You think your little human life matters to gods? We give you meaning. Without us, you’re just another drifting soul. An apostle serves. That is your purpose."

That was enough for me to know I didn’t want this. Not from him. Maybe not from any of them.

Still, I pressed on.

"Can someone serve more than one god?"

He shook his head violently. "Of course not. That would tear your soul apart. Apostles are bound. One god, one bond. Anything else is heresy—and suicide."

I felt the pressure of a decision tightening around my chest.

One god.

One lifetime of servitude.

No freedom.

Even if I was healed, I’d never truly be free again.

"Why are they all offering now?" I muttered under my breath. "Why me?"

The God of Poison heard me. His voice turned venomous. "Because you embarrassed me. You fought me off. A mere mortal. You’re dangerous, and that makes you... valuable."

A tool.

That was what I was to them. A means to an end.

I took one last look at the offer list floating in the air around me. Dozens of glowing prompts from deities I didn’t know, offering salvation in exchange for submission.

It all felt wrong.

"I refuse," I said quietly.

At first, there was silence.

The offers hovered a moment longer, as if waiting for me to change my mind.

Then—

Ding.

[You have rejected all divine apostle offers.]

The air shifted.

The God of Poison lunged forward, his eyes wide with rage. "YOU FOOL! You’re dying! You’ll be dead within the hour, and when you are—I will drag your soul into my realm and make you my puppet for eternity!"

But just as his hand reached toward me—

Everything stopped.

The world stilled.

His body froze in place, unmoving like a statue caught mid-scream.

And then...

A new message appeared.

[An Unknown God is observing you.]

[An Unknown God is intrigued by your refusal.]

[An Unknown God offers you healing with no condition attached.]

[Do you accept?]

My heart stopped.

No condition?

No servitude?

Just... mercy?

"...Yes," I whispered.

The moment I spoke the word, a light unlike any I had ever seen enveloped me. It wasn’t warm or cold. It simply was—pure, formless, without color or shape. A presence that didn’t feel divine or mortal.

It felt beyond both.

The poison inside me burned violently for one last instant—then vanished.

The pain stopped.

The weight on my soul disappeared.

And the system confirmed it.

[You have been healed.]

[The Unknown God has left.]

The God of Poison screamed, trapped in stillness, unable to touch me.

And I smiled—not in triumph, but in understanding.

I didn’t need a god’s chains.

I needed my own path.

I had no idea who had just saved me, but I could only thank him.

Now that I was fully healed, it was time for me to discover what the unknown reward was that I had opened.