The Evil God Beyond the Smartphone
chapter-202

Fallen Angel: Estasia (4)

-Every time you meet the following conditions, the progress of <Descent> increases by one step.

-Available Karma: 999999 / 999999 (Completed)

-[Sacred Relic: Ergus’s Stake]: 1 / 1 (Completed)

-[Philosopher’s Stone]: 1 / 1 (Completed)

-[Origin of Heart ]: 1 / 1 (Completed)

-Making a body for Descent (Completed)

One million karma.

The moment that Life Up reached that special number I had been waiting for.

Guidance messages from the smartphone burst out one after another.

They were like a huge wave, constantly popping up repeating messages without stopping.

They were a salute announcing the birth of a great god.

-You have reached the maximum level.

-A high level of <Causality Adjustment> has occurred.

-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Device: Smartphone] has been freed by one step.

-A high level of <Causality Adjustment> has occurred.

-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Device: Smartphone] has been freed by one step.

As soon as the accumulated karma reached one million, I jumped up from my seat.

The connection with <Karma’s Sky> was getting stronger.

There was no more time to spend leisurely.

Estasia, who was on the opposite side, also put down her ice cream and got up from her seat.

-A high level of <Causality Adjustment> has occurred.

-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Device: Smartphone] has been freed by one step.

-A high level of <Causality Adjustment> has occurred.

-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Device: Smartphone] has been freed by one step.

As the power of the smartphone was released by causality adjustment, I felt that I was different from my previous self.

God. Apostle. Hero. Saintess.

Numerous concepts turned my head upside down.

In the midst of the brilliant waves of knowledge, I had to hold on to my center to the limit.

<Karma’s Sky> acknowledged the new god.

It recognized that I, who had been isolated on Earth alone, was not a mere human, but a new god of this world.

“…”

The pillow of truth.

The impossible knowledge that only great beings are allowed to enter my head.

I couldn’t spit it out with my mouth, and I couldn’t understand it even if I heard it with my ears.

I understand it.

I can’t understand it.

And I understand it again.

The human shell that accepts the fragmented truth splits and splits.

“Ha…”

I die just by understanding it.

The pillow of truth.

The impossible knowledge that only great beings were allowed to enter my head.

Information about everything flowed in. I couldn’t spit it out with my mouth, nor could I understand it even if I heard it with my ears.

I understood.

I couldn’t understand.

And I understood again.

The human shell that accepted the fragmented truth split and split.

“Ha…”

I gasped in agony as I died just by understanding.

There was knowledge that mortals could never reach, even if they stretched their hands for a lifetime.

Everyone who chased knowledge wanted to know it. And there were also those who devoted their lives to reach it.

But no one ever touched the truth.

That’s what the truth was.

It eluded those who were alive. And it trapped those who had death.

The great principle was composed of one clear story.

But it was simple. So simple that it screened out those who were unworthy of being its owner.

‘Did Estelle show me this?’

There was a qualification for the soul.

There was an unknown realm that humans could not access, no matter how many times they died and were reborn.

Someone would call it a qualification.

The qualification to rule over everything.

The qualification not to be challenged by any creature.

Under the absolute concept, the gods’ power ruled over the creation.

I was no exception.

My life started under someone’s concept. And it was also built on someone’s understanding.

And in the end, I acquired a qualification that was forbidden for a short life.

A concept that existed for God.

The castle of understanding, built on top of all kinds of misunderstandings, was waiting for its owner high up.

‘Did I live for this kind of thing?’

There was a concept that followed God.

I had a concept that represented my entire short life.

Destruction.

I was destruction.

Just by looking at me, they dropped their lives into hell.

And just by loving me, they made their fates collapse.

I was born with the fate of destruction.

And everything I loved collapsed under their own fate.

I was the god of destruction.

“…Yeah, that’s what you’re saying.”

It was a cruel joke of fate.

From beginning to end, she played a terrible prank on me.

Estelle knew what kind of god I would become.

She also knew what fate I would face, and what expression I would make when I faced the truth.

She must have already understood what kind of ending would come when I rebuilt this world, followed by destruction.

“Fine. Let’s play along as you wish.”

But even at this moment, I realized that there was a new possibility.

A loyal dog does not bite its master.

In the same way, this concept of destruction was nothing more than a principle that followed the god.

It destroyed even the fate of destruction.

I had to be the one who ruled over that fate.

“Let’s see what happens if we go all the way.”

I thought of Estelle, who would be smiling in her head.

Then I shook my head and looked around the narrow room.

There were truths that I could only face after reaching the pillow of truth.

Why did God send his lion?

There was only one reason. Because it was more efficient than doing it himself.

For them, the land where humans lived was something of another dimension that could not be interfered with without tools.

And Karma’s Sky was a tool of interference that existed for those gods.

‘God. And angels.’

In that sense, angels were the closest tools to God.

They were born for God, and their only mission was to convey God’s will.

The only way for me, who had nothing, to interfere most strongly in this world was also one.

I needed my own angel.

An angel who could move and fight for me, who had become an evil god.

An angel who had to exist if I didn’t have one.

‘And the angel who would help me…’

It was Estelle, of course.

I grabbed the angel’s shoulder, who was hesitating, even harder.

The pure white wings fluttered and the white feathers flew.

The bright halo took away my eyesight.

It was the last day for her as an angel to call miracles.

From now on, her prayers would be songs that bring destruction.

There was no reason to suffer anymore even if I didn’t do anything soaked in laziness.

“It’s the command of your god.”

“…”

“Let’s go to hell together. Estasia.”

“…”

“I’ll be with you until the bottom of hell.”

No matter what was at the end.

We would be together at the moment of arrival.

So I decided.

I would fall to the bottom of this world with her.

What was below the abyss?

I was going to check it out from now on.

“So–”

Fall, Estasia.

As soon as I spat out that word, I kissed Estasia.

Her halo turned black and the light that lit up the room faded away.

Under the dying light, the white wings turned black.

Black feathers spread out with the fluttering wings, and Estasia, who met my eyes under them, was there.

“…!”

Estasia’s breath burst out as she had been holding back, and the angel dyed in black light looked at me.

A small crown made of darkness was placed on Estasia’s head.

The white wings turned black and the tainted halo emitted a sinister aura.

Only the bright silver hair was the only trace that could find her original appearance.

In the rough breath, I opened my mouth to Estasia.

It was a story about the promise we made.

“That was the promise, right? I’ll be with you until the last moment.”

“That… was a promise.”

Under the moonlight coming through the window, the black angel touched her lips with a blank face.

She looked at me with a dazed eye, stroked her halo once, and looked at me again with a blank eye.

Flutter.

The black wings fluttered and sprinkled feathers that absorbed light around them.

Now I smiled faintly at Estasia, who was scattering black trash.

“So keep your promise.”

“You’re a bad person, master.”

“I know. But it’s okay now that you don’t have to live like an angel anymore.”

Estasia’s slender fingers picked up one of the feathers that flew around.

The black feather sparkled in the moonlight.

She looked at me with a dissatisfied eye while holding the feather.

“The fallen angel will eat five ice creams a day.”

“I don’t care.”

It was already what I was doing.

“The fallen angel won’t care if feathers fall on the bed.”

“It’s okay.”

I had been cleaning up half of the feathers from the beginning.

“The fallen angel will also eat snacks on the bed.”

“As much as you want.”

Estasia was always eating something on the bed when I came back from going out.

“The fallen angel won’t do any cleaning.”

“I’ll forgive you for that too.”

She mostly pretended to clean when I told her to do so.

“Sometimes I might accidentally break things that you like and make you angry.”

“Well, there might be days like that once in a while.”

There were also days that were hard to see as simple pranks. I had let them pass by several times.

“If I can’t eat strawberries, I might nag you all day long.”

“If that’s how you live, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Thud.

She stepped closer to me and looked into my eyes.

My seventh apostle on Earth was an angel who shone brightly even in the dark.

“But you’re a bad person, master.”

This time, she hugged my neck.

Our lips met again as our eyes locked.

What followed was the sweet trace of ice cream that filled my mouth.