For I Am A Side Character - 141: Two Coins with Different Sides

A few moments back…

In Jason’s perspective…

As he was looking over the scene of two monsters fighting.

One was a demon whose hands were made of demonic blades. The sight of it alone, made his skin crawl and his temper rise.

And the other was a boy his age, fighting with his life on the line.

The sight of their battle was catastrophic. Almost as if it was a scene of two beings that weren’t human, fighting strongly enough to cause a change in the entire environment. Trees were rooted away from the shockwave of their fist colliding; the grounds were being torn apart simply by the way their feet launched off of the ground and into one another. And at the pace of their fight, he could barely follow them with his eyes alone. It was a fight he could barely comprehend.

But even at the impossibility of it all, he watched as the boy fought with all he had.

And little by little, the boy his age was starting to lose.

And not before long, the boy was cornered and meeting his end.

As Jason saw this, he thought of maybe lending a hand, but that thought alone for some reason made him feel repellant in doing the act. Saving Soril’s life felt oddly disgusting on his part. Although he felt ashamed that he wasn’t helping, he wasn’t so compelled to move. So in his decision, he simply stood on his own will and watched as Soril was about to be killed.

As the Demon was standing over Soril with the intent to kill, Jason watched with a conflicted expression.

‘Should I move?…but something inside me is telling me that I shouldn’t.’

And as he contemplated, out from the distance a group came and saved Soril from the Fight.

And from witnessing that, Jason felt it again. Both conflicting emotions inside him.

The annoyance that Soril survived and the relief of seeing others coming to help.

Something was wrong on his part…

Ever since he came to this event, he had not felt anything that made him geniunely smile. He was always brooding about like a depressed character.

Thinking back, when he came to kill a demon by his own, it was there that his negativity grew…Yet at the same time, he noticed that his powers also grew. From being incapable of dealing with a single S-ranked monster on his own to going one on one against an S-rank Demon in this event, he realized that he grew. And he didn’t complain about the growth of his power.

After all, this power started when he fought Soril while filled with rage.

He knew that Rage was one of the factors that activated his birthskill. After discovering this, he tried his best in learning to control his power…but ever since his battle with Soril, he had not once activated it until today’s event. Only when he came to a close distance against a demon, he felt his power grow.

And when he fought against the Dungeon Boss on his own, he realized that certain fights were what brought out his power.

It made him strong…capable to even stand among one of the greats. But ever since he discovered this power, he had not expressed another other forms of positive emotion.

As he contemplated on his own self, he noticed that the battle took on another different turn.

Soril was able to get back up again but this time he was more weakened.

Seeing him like that, Jason felt conflicted at the true nature of Soril’s personality.

Why when they both fought against one another, why did Soril insult his family like he was a demon himself, but in this moment, why was he now trying his best to cooperate with the people who came to aid him.

Soril was a mystery to Jason.

He didn’t know what his motives were…

Yet it was clear that some people cared for his life.

Especially the person who was closest to him.

“…”

As the fight continued with Soril’s addition, it felt like they were starting to get past the Demon’s incredible strength, but soon after, they were starting to get taken out one by one.

Everyone was injured…some presumed to be dead.

And seeing that, Jason thought of taking action then, but all of a sudden, another unexpected event happened.

Jessica came about through a portal, and with her was an old buff man.

And that old buff man came about and flipped the entire situation. Jason was in awe at witnessing such a fierce warrior come into battle.

And yet again, the entire environment was changed. In all but a moment, Jason blinked his eyes and was in shock when he realized that the entire forest had turned dark. As if it was enveloped by a shadow.

He didn’t know where it came from. And thought that maybe it came from one of the Demon’s abilities. Unbeknownst to him, this ability came from the old man.

“It’s quite a show isn’t it?” asked a woman’s voice.

“…it is.” he said in a calm tone.

But as he answered, he quickly realized that someone came near him without him realizing.

As he quickly turned his head, he saw a woman dressed in all black, with ink-black hair longer than any woman’s hair he’s ever seen and a pair of wings darker than the void…this woman smiled calmly right beside as if she was simply hanging around.

“W-who are you?!” he asked as he quickly draw his sword out.

“…Don’t be so jumpy, I just came by to see how things are going.” she said as she smiled slyly.

“Are you a demon!?” he asked.

And in return, the lady simply shook her head honestly.

“Then what are you?” He asked.

“I’m…God’s Favorite Daughter.” she said.

“G-God?”

“Yes, God. Is he so hard to believe? Don’t tell me that you’re an Athiest. Are you?”

“…”

“It’s hard to believe in my words, but this isn’t the first time that we’ve met one another.” she said.

“What?”

“Have you ever wondered how your fate came to be?” she asked.

Jason coul only look to her with a bit of caution in the wind.

“Did you ever wonder how your life was decided since birth?”

“…I’ll ask again…who are you?” and as Jason asked, he got closer to the black-dressed woman, reaching the tip of his blade near her neck.

“…” but even to his threat, she continued to speak.

“Don’t be so alarmed, I’m here to guide you.” as she said this, all of a sudden, a screen appeared right in front of Jason’s perspective.

***

Hmm…its crazy to think that I…I died so early in this world.

So much has happened yet, so little time has passed…

Sigh…I can’t help but feel that all I’ve done since I got here…it all feels so pointless.

My death…my small achievements…

If only I was a better man…

If only I was stronger…

If only…

If…

But that doesn’t matter now. No one can save me from this…right God?

As I thought of this, I turned to the man who was gazing at the very universe I was once inside in.

A universe that was made of expanding gas…forever moving into one direction…a direction that spread to all points…

On his two hands, he held that universe with such a calculating gaze.

From all my encounters with him…I never once felt just how heavy his presence was, being as the creator of life and object. He was always there…yet at the same time, I felt him as both God…and a Guardian.

And looking at him now, I couldn’t help but feel so little in the sheer scale of everything by everything.

The universe on his hands felt so small…and looking at it, I felt incredibly smaller…

It felt like everything was…and will always be pointless…

But even still, God was looking at every detail of his work. He admired and felt all forms of emotions in his calculating gaze towards the creation on his hand. You couldn’t say to him that he didn’t love his work…you couldn’t say that he was an evil God…

All you could say was of how grand he was in his own right.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“…”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry that I couldn’t help…I couldn’t do anything…”

“…”

“I couldn’t last that long in the books…not even to the end of the second volume…I couldn’t make it that far…” my voice shook in the sheer pain that was pulsing in my heart. A heart that was broken out of the fact that I dissapointed God.

And it didn’t take long before tears started to fall from my eyes…

“Khk…Dammit…dammit it!!!” and before I knew it, I let loose my anger towards myself.

And I smashed my hands down to the floor that I was standing on.

A floor that was made of a material that was all white.

A material that I could not recognize for being anything.

And as I smashed down my hand, the entire room shook.

But even as I expressed my hate…

God simply remained gazing at the universe before him.

“…I failed…I failed! I FAILED!!!” I shouted. And everytime I spoke, I smashed my hands down.

“…”

“I…I failed you…”

I sobbed…and sobbed…Expressing every hate I had for my actions…

“Soril…” he spoke.

“!?”

“…You didn’t fail…you have yet to fail…”

”What?”

“Tell me son, do you still have faith in me?” he asked.

“W-Why are you asking me this?”

“I’m asking because…to those who have faith in me, they shall have eternal life…to those who have faith in me, I shall bestow upon them my blessing…to those who have faith in me, I shall love them even in their end of days…and I shall save them.”

And from his words, God finally showed his expression.

From what was once a face that I could not comprehend, in that room, I have finally seen the face of God.

“…” and I was speechless. I couldn’t express the feeling inside me in that moment when we both looked eye to eye.

“You have done for me so much more than you could ever think to do…and you will do more for me in the future. The plans I’ve written out for you to do have yet to be made and have yet to be done in your ways…”

“What are you talking about? Plans?…I thought that because I wasn’t a part of your creation, you couldn’t understand nor comprehend my own fate…”

“That is true…but starting from now, you will be born again.”

“!?”

“…In my own way…in my Godly authority, I shall now claim your body, heart and soul as my own creation. You will now full heartedly belong to me as my son who I created out of my own will.”

“…Your son?”

“…You will become a divine creation. One set out to do my will.”

And to his words…it reminded me of a certain figure back on my own past world.

A God who gave his son a mission out of his Father’s will. A man who received all the hate from all those who hated him yet he still love them…a man…a prince…the prince of peace. The one who inherited the heavenly kingdom.

“It feels like you’re choosing blindly again. Like the first time you met me…”

“True…yet compared to our first encounter, I have seen your faith through your actions…and I wholeheartedly believe that you will fulfill my will through your actions because of your faith to the very end.”

“…”

“If your still uncertain, let me ask you. Why…of all the times that I’ve given you your missions, why have you perservered? Did you simply blindly follow my orders out of the fact that I was God? Did you do it out of the fact that each mission made you stronger? Or is it because of your actions, you were simply acting based off of your own good will. I’ve seen you do things because it had to be done and I’ve seen you do things out of the goodness of your heart. If it was your choice, you wouldn’t have given the thought of even walking on this path…you wanted a peaceful life…you didn’t want to become a warrior…but you walked this path because of your faith. Blind or not, you trusted in me with a full heart.”

“…”

“That reason enough is why I trust you. Why I now fully believe in you.”

“…But even if you say those words, I still feel uncertain. I don’t know why you chose me when there are better people out there scattered in the world. The world which you yourself made. You could even create a person better than who I am today…you have that authority because you are God!…you could create armies capable of ending all problems out in the universe…so why me?”

As I asked, God only looked to me with a calm expression. It was as if he was expecting those questions to be said.

“…but why me? I’ve failed to do your task…I’ve failed even at my best…so why me?”

“Because I chose you…and no reason is needed for those who I have faith in. Soril…Trust in me as I have trust in you.”

“…” I looked him in the eye…and I could see it. The genuine gaze of a father looking towards his son with trust.

I couldn’t explain it then…but in his words, I bowed my head out of respect.

Like a servant bowing to his master and like a son showing respect to his father…I showed a mix of the two forms of respect. Both feeling as his newly made son and servant.

And before I knew it, something felt strange…

Relief…I felt relieved…

To all the burdens that was stacked on my shoulders, it was as if they were simultanously lifted away. Burdens of my own failures, my own insecurities, the very sins that I committed…they were taken away from me.

And from it, I took a small wiff of air into my lungs…and I realized that I was alive…

“You are not alone…you never were. ”

“…”

“But from here on out, you will become a servant to the people.”

“…A servant?”

“As I continue to serve my creations since the beginning, to those who are greater than some, they must become their servant, For a Lord’s Duty is to serve its people…and for you my son, you will serve the world in your own will which will reflect mine.”

“…My responsibility remains.”

“Yes, but as I’ve said…you are no longer alone.”

Although it may seem like yet another burden, I felt no weight on my shoulders as he said those words. I felt calm and collected…

“I say this unto you now…true judgement will come. and from it, a war will be made against our enemies, with you leading the heavenly army.”