I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 135

Chapter 135
**Now, Who’s the God Here?**
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[ …It seems that must be the popular style among humans. There’s no need to hide it. I, I, respect your… preferences. ]

The Demon Sword’s voice quivered uncertainly. It took Lian about three seconds to realize that he was being treated similarly to the cross-dressing trench coat man he had encountered in the lab. Horrified, he quickly responded.

“T-That’s not it! It’s just… my clothes got ruined while wandering around a dungeon!”

[ A dungeon…? You went to such an interesting place by yourself! ]

The vibrant aura emanating from the Demon Sword diminished. It was clearly shocked that Lian had gone to such an amusing place without it.

Lian could only calm the sword down after promising to give it more blood than usual. As he looked down at the elaborate uniform he had summoned, a thought crossed his mind.

‘Thank goodness it’s nighttime. If I had walked around like this during the day, I would’ve attracted way too much attention.’

With that thought, Lian started heading back to the village. The faint traces of human footsteps here and there made it easy to find his way.

Rustle.

As he pushed through the bushes and entered the village, the first thing that caught his eye was the temple situated at the highest point.

‘I’ve returned to the place I started… Oh, wait. I was looking for something… Ah! Pia!’

It was only then that Lian realized that he had been distracted by the dungeon and had forgotten his purpose of finding the missing children and Pia in the middle of the night. And then, he noticed something he hadn’t seen before entering the dungeon.

‘Huh!? There’s light coming from inside the temple…’

When he descended underground earlier, the temple’s prayer room had been dark, but now a soft light was shining through. Without a moment’s hesitation, Lian headed straight for the temple.

He pushed open the half-open door and walked inside, where he was met with familiar faces. Relieved to see that everyone he had been searching for was gathered in one place, a bright smile spread across his face. Lian hurriedly walked over to Pia.

“…!”

As he got closer, a scene he hadn’t noticed before and the stench of blood assaulted his senses.

“Ah, h-hah…”

“Sob, hic… Mom… Mommy…”

A blood-soaked child lay on the ground, with three other children and Pia gathered around the child.

Pia, her face stained with tears, clasped her hands in prayer, while an unfamiliar child clung tightly to the cold hand of the fallen child, shedding endless tears.

The children who had been born and raised in this cruel land did not cry. Instead, they bit their lips hard enough to draw blood and clasped their hands in prayer, following Pia’s lead. They knew that praying was the only way they could possibly save the dying child.

By the standards of the dark fantasy world, the child was 99% certain to die. The remaining 1% chance was the possibility of being saved by a dark wizard and surviving as a chimera, which meant that in reality, the child had a 100% chance of dying.

In the dark fantasy world, medical treatment couldn’t heal a body that had been pierced by a blade and had its organs crushed. All they could do was clasp their hands together and beg the gods for mercy.

But that was only by the standards of a dark fantasy world.

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‘Huh? If they leave the child like this, it’ll die.’

Lian watched as the child’s soul began to slip out of the frail body. Judging by how halfway out it was, death seemed imminent. From the mournful atmosphere, it didn’t seem like they were deliberately letting the child die. Without even having time to greet anyone, Lian quickly approached the child and extended his hand into the air.

“Wh-Who are you…?”

“Gasp..! Lian Hyung!”

The village child, who had been clutching their friend’s hand with tear-filled eyes, looked up at Lian in a daze.

One of the two children who had been praying suddenly gasped and froze, while the other stared at Lian with a desperate expression.

Pia, deeply immersed in prayer, didn’t even notice Lian’s approach and continued to murmur her prayers. The divine power flowing out of Pia naturally connected with Lian’s body. The back of Lian’s hand began to glow faintly.

[ Ah… It doesn’t hurt anymore—… Huh? ]

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The child’s eyes widened in surprise as Lian grabbed hold of the departing soul.

What came into view was a head of pure white hair and radiant golden eyes that didn’t seem human. The child’s mind went blank, captivated by the sight of the ornate uniform that looked like it belonged to a prince from a fairy tale and the dazzling appearance that complemented it.

Swoosh.

Without saying a word, Lian pushed the child’s soul back into its body. Then, he swiftly pulled out the knife lodged in the child’s abdomen. Miraculously, the wound disappeared in an instant. In the Gag world, the general rule was that once a soul returned to its body, the injuries would vanish as if they had never existed.

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“Gasp.”

The child’s eyes flew open as they stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Uh… Uhm…?”

“Huh…?”

“Ah… Wha…”

The children stammered like broken machines, unable to comprehend the miraculous event that had just occurred. A few seconds of silence passed.

“I… I’m alive?”

“Boohoo! You idiot!”

“Wha…?! Am I really alive?!”

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“Noona! Noona! I’m alive! I’m alive!”

The children, overwhelmed with excitement, relief, and joy, reacted intensely, their bodies trembling. It wasn’t until the Nest child shook Pia’s body vigorously and shouted that Pia stopped praying and snapped her eyes open.

“What the… H-Huh, Lian-nim?”

Pia stared up at Lian, who stood like a figure in a painting, her mouth agape. The sacred temple and the children’s cheers felt surreal.

“There’s light over there!”

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“Tente! Are you there?!”

“Tente!”

“Aniel!”

Voices and the flicker of orange light grew closer from outside the temple.

‘Gasp! The villagers must have come to find the children! Wh-What do I do?’

Even though Lian had performed a miracle worthy of being revered as a god, from an outside perspective, he was just a suspiciously handsome man wielding the ominous-looking Demon Sword. If he tried to re-summon the sword now, he’d be branded a pervert, but if he only hid the sword, his uniform would still stand out too much.

‘I-I need to get out of here!’

Like a mouse being chased by a cat, Lian’s eyes quickly scanned his surroundings.

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‘Ah! Over there!’
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His gaze landed on the door leading to the old man’s room. Without looking back, Lian dashed toward the door behind the altar.

“L-Lian-nim? Where are you going—?”

“Tente!”

“Kyaaa!”

No sooner had Lian fled than the villagers entered the temple. Seeing the blood-soaked ground and the children’s bodies, they let out screams.

“M-Mommy!”

“Boohoo!”

Two of the village children burst into tears and ran into their parents’ arms. The parents and other villagers naturally glared at Pia with hostile expressions.

“What on earth happened here?”

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“Could she be… a witch?”

“My god… Did she try to use the children as a sacrifice?”

It was only natural that the villagers would misunderstand, seeing an unfamiliar outsider and the bloodied children.

If the usual Dark Fantasy rules had applied, the villagers would have been too young and traumatized to help Pia, and she might have been wrongly accused of being a witch and burned alive.

Fortunately, Pia was a devotee of the Gag Residents, and one of the children had just been revived thanks to the Gag filter. The strong presence of the Gag filter allowed the two village children to act braver than usual.

“No! It’s not true!”

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“Noona is… Noona isn’t the culprit!”

The two children broke free from their parents’ embrace and stood in front of Pia. The tense atmosphere, where it seemed the villagers would stab her with their shovels and pitchforks at any moment, began to ease.

“What on earth… happened, Tente?”

In the Gag world, if the atmosphere suggests a flashback, people nearby can vividly experience the event as if they were there themselves.

“So, actually—…”

The villagers listened to the child’s explanation as if they were possessed, immersing themselves in the story of what had transpired.

Upon hearing that the High Priest had already killed another child and was about to kill the rest, the villagers were horrified. When they heard that Pia had screamed at the children to run for their lives, they looked at her with worried eyes.

“Could it be that the injuries were…”

“This blood isn’t from the children—?”

“My god…”

Just as the villagers were about to fall back into misunderstanding, Pia quickly shook her head. Tente, who had been recounting the events, held up a hand and spoke.

“This blood is mine. When that monster grandpa suddenly collapsed, his sword flew at me and… it stabbed my stomach.”

“W-What…?”

“Where?! Where did it…?!”

The child’s parents, faces pale with terror, began to examine their child’s body. The child pushed them away and said,

“I’m okay now! Lian-nim saved me!”

End of Chapter.