70 – EP.4 The Melancholy of Nibir, Level 2 God of Dimension Management-1

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A woman sipping well-brewed tea.

A silver-haired woman falling like a waterfall was sitting alone in a huge space with only chairs and tables.

As she drank tea, her gaze was still fixed somewhere.

Putting down the teacup, she crossed her arms and tapped her elbows with her fingers, seemingly counting the time.

Eventually, the space vibrated and a small crack formed where the woman was looking.

The sound made by high shoe heels resounded.

With her white wings wide open, someone in a dress entered, and the woman drinking tea slightly raised her hand.

“long time no see.”

“Oh, senior~”

When the visitor saw the woman, he smiled broadly and came running. The sound of shoes followed.

As it jumped, the spread wings moved greatly up and down.

– Right!

The woman snapped her fingers, and a chair appeared opposite.

The visitor casually sat on the chair, but the large wings were not folded to cover the woman’s eyes.

“Ranael. Put some wings in. It’s not like you can’t get rid of them, so why bother taking them out?”

“It’s cool~”

When her junior, Ranael, trembled and spoke, the woman glared.

Receiving that gaze, Ranael cleared his throat a few times and folded his wings.

“It’s been over 500 years since you became a god.

“But it’s better than 4th grade. Ah~ I want to go up to 2nd grade quickly like you did.”

Seeing his junior staring at him with twinkling eyes, Nibir, the second-class dimensional manager, snapped his fingers and took out another teacup.

“Don’t talk nonsense and drink.

“Wouldn’t it be okay if I worked hard? Seniors also went up to the 2nd grade in the shortest period of time. Please tell me the secret.”

When Ranael politely raised the teacup, Nibir grinned.

“Is there a way? Just work hard and do that.”

“So what’s the matter with that?”

“Ranael, how many dimensions are you currently managing?”

When she asked indifferently, Ranael pursed her lips, comforted her eyes, and recalled the memory.

“There’s only one dimension I’m in. There are 252 4th graders under me… 253 dimensions.”

“Yes, if you solve the problems that occur in the 253 dimensions well, you will be able to upgrade. Didn’t you borrow souls from the dimensions you manage with the dimension rift stability this time?”

“Oh yes. I sacrificed 1 person for direct management and 12 people for 4th grade kids to manage, so a total of 13 people were selected.”

Nibir’s eyes shone sharply as he listened to his junior while drinking tea.

“okay?”

Nibir’s words weighed.

“Is there really 13 people?”

“Yes. That’s right. 1 from my level. 12 from the kids below…”

“Yes. You have to count carefully. If you kill less or more for no reason, it will become a headache later.”

“But, senior, I have a question. Since we are mortals anyway, does that number mean anything?”

“Did you forget everything you learned in class? How is this kid in the 3rd grade?”

“It’s been a while, so I forgot.”

Phew… Nibir sighed and opened his mouth.

“Now, then, here’s the problem. If the dimension is distorted due to the problem of causality, what should the dimension management god do?”

“A god appointed by the plane’s management headquarters must sacrifice a quota of souls in the plane he or she resides in or under the control of a lesser god.”

“Then why should I sacrifice a soul?”

“In exchange for the potential of the future the soul has, it corrects the distorted causality.”

Ranael smiled triumphantly after he finished answering, as if he must have been very proud of answering the senior’s question without hesitation.

However, the senior’s pensive expression deepened.

“Then, an additional question. Why can a mere mortal soul match the causality that is out of alignment with all dimensions?”

“Uh… that’s…”

“Ding. Timeout. Because the sacrificed soul is the most virtuous soul in that dimension.”

“Oh right. I forgot.”

Nibir’s barrage of questions was not over.

“What are the characteristics of a noble soul?”

“uh…”

“Is this study in vain? Since a noble soul has the potential to become a 4th-level god, it has a status comparable to that of a god.”

“Oh, I did… hahahahaha…”

“Noble souls are very, very precious, so they must be handled with care, and the gods must be polite to the souls that have been sacrificed. They are in the manual, have you forgotten them all?”

Sensing that the atmosphere was becoming threatening, Ranael, who had been sitting comfortably, straightened up like a newly arrived private.

“Now then, the last question. You couldn’t have forgotten this. I hope you can answer me accurately. Okay?”

“Yes Yes!”

Nibir leaned forward, clutching the teacup, and asked Ranael.

“Where is the soul of one more accidentally killed in your dimension… now?”