I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 136

Chapter 136
**Like a Messenger of God**

“L-Lian-nim?”

“The god that our savior believes in…?”

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At some point, Pia had transformed from being seen as a witch to being regarded as their savior. The two children spoke in slightly excited voices.

“Tente’s belly was bleeding so much… it just wouldn’t stop. And his body kept getting colder and colder…”

“Yeah, it hurt so much. But then suddenly, the pain stopped, and I thought, thank goodness… but then—”

The parents, along with the other villagers, were struck with shock as the children’s words pierced their hearts. The scenes the children described were strangely vivid in everyone’s minds. It was all thanks to the Gag filter.

“Just when I thought it didn’t hurt anymore… Lian-nim suddenly came up to me, grabbed me, and pulled me back to the surface!”

“Yes! That must’ve been when he brought you back! Then, he pulled out the knife, and the wound disappeared instantly! Look!”

When Aniel lifted Tente’s shirt, it revealed a smooth stomach with only faint traces of blood. It seemed unbelievable that a knife had been lodged in that spot, but the scenes playing out clearly in their minds made them believe the children’s words without any doubt.

“A miracle like that…”

“Could it be that God truly—”

Murmurs filled the air.

In the midst of the unsettled atmosphere—

Creak.

The door behind the altar, which led to the old man’s room, slowly opened. The villagers, who had been lost in the children’s unbelievable story, snapped back to their senses.

‘Could it be that bastard who kidnapped the children has returned?’

‘But he’s supposed to be dead…’
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‘Maybe it’s one of his accomplices!’

The villagers, faces filled with suspicion, stepped forward to protect not only their children but also Pia and the Nest children. They raised their farming tools as if they were weapons.

In the tense atmosphere where even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard—

Click, clack.

The sound of familiar footsteps echoed through the temple. It was the distinct sound of shoes commonly worn by priests serving the gods. Just as the villagers’ wariness reached its peak, the pale moonlight streamed in through the temple’s windows, casting its glow on the figure who had just stepped through the door.

“Gasp…”

“Hngh…!”

Beneath the radiant moonlight, hair whiter than the light itself flowed gently. The golden eyes, glowing faintly even in the darkness, held an almost hypnotic power.

The ornate priest’s robes, embroidered with golden thread on pure white fabric, suited him perfectly.

Wasn’t this how the messengers of gods in myths would appear?

Without exception, the villagers gazed at Lian, utterly entranced.

“Pia.”

“Ah…”

The moment Lian called Pia’s name in a low voice, someone let out a sound as if they were in pain. The gratitude they had felt moments before began to be tainted with jealousy and envy. It was the kind of jealousy humans feel toward someone chosen by a higher being.

However, Lian, unlike the others, was sweating buckets internally.

‘It’s… going okay, right?’

As Lian carefully observed the atmosphere around him, his mind replayed the events that had just occurred.

A child stabbed with a knife, a fainting girl, a suspicious man running away with a cursed sword in hand.

Even with just those pieces of information, it was easy to understand—if he fled now, he could easily be mistaken for a criminal who had stabbed the child.

In the Gag world, when a crime occurs, the one who stays behind until the end or the one who flees first is often branded the criminal. If there are no witnesses, the one who remains is the culprit. If there are witnesses, the one who runs is the criminal.

In Lian’s current situation, it was clearly the latter.

‘To not be mistaken for the criminal in this case… I shouldn’t run.’

That’s why Lian hadn’t fled and had instead begun opening doors inside the temple, searching for clothes to change into. If he could change quickly and then claim, ‘I didn’t run away, I just went to the bathroom real quick!’ he could avoid being falsely accused.

‘But first, I need to find some clothes… Oh! Found them!’

He flung open a wardrobe in the old man’s room. Inside were pure white priest robes embroidered with golden thread. They looked luxurious at a glance, so Lian was hesitant to wear them.

[ Hmm, just an ordinary set of priest’s robes. ]

‘This is ordinary?’

[ Yes, priests usually wear those kinds of robes. ]

‘But the priest I saw before was wearing something darker…’

[ Well, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only ever seen priests wearing robes like that. ]

‘Is that so?’

The Demon Sword wouldn’t lie. However, the priestly robes it remembered were so old that even only dragons would recall them. The robes with the golden embroidery were ceremonial vestments worn only during special events.

‘This feels way too fancy, though.’

Lian rummaged through the wardrobe, trying to find something else. However, since the old man had planned to change into fresh robes after slaughtering the children, he had already packed all his everyday priestly garments, leaving nothing else behind.

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‘Ugh… Whatever!’

Deciding that if he delayed any longer, he wouldn’t even have time to make excuses, Lian quickly dismissed the Demon Sword and donned the pristine white priest robes.
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‘Whoa… This is even fancier than I thought.’
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The added ceremonial significance made the robes even more ornate than those from the past. But since he couldn’t afford to disrobe again, he headed toward the prayer room dressed as he was.

‘Ugh… They’re totally misunderstanding this, aren’t they?’
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Seeing the wary expressions of the villagers, Lian briefly considered running away. But upon seeing Pia and the children, he steeled his resolve.

‘I can’t run, just because I’m scared, when I haven’t done anything wrong!’

Summoning his courage, Lian strode forward confidently. With the meaning of ‘I’m not a bad person!’ in mind, he cautiously called out to Pia, who was visible between the villagers.

Miraculously, the tense atmosphere softened immediately.

‘Looks like… it’s going to be fine, right?’

Contrary to Lian’s fears, the villagers welcomed him with open arms. Waves of gratitude washed over him, with some even shedding tears.

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Although Lian had no idea what was happening, he knew that it wasn’t a negative situation, so he just responded cautiously, reading the mood.

“Ah…♥”

Behind him, Pia, who had been standing with her hands clasped, let out a small moan, trembling with excitement.

‘Yes… This is the right path.’

Seeing Lian’s divine appearance, as though he were truly being worshipped as a god, Pia felt overwhelming joy and reaffirmed her purpose.

‘I must spread Lian-nim’s greatness to more people. I need to guide as many as possible toward the path of light!’

From that day on, Pia fervently began spreading the teachings of the Church of Lian. Fueled by the terrifying ‘Gag filter’ miracles, the church would soon gain thousands of followers—but that would be a story for another time.

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Meanwhile, during the time Lian was frantically searching for Pia.

“O-Oppa…?”
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Iris was lost. She had been trying to follow Lian, who was searching for Pia, but had lost track of him partway.
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“Where am I?”

She quickly scanned her surroundings. She was standing in a hallway made of dull, gray stone. Iris stood still for a moment, thinking.

‘Oppa did say… to stay put if I ever got lost…’

But just by looking, it was clear that staying still wouldn’t solve anything. Wanting to reunite with her brother as soon as possible, Iris began to move.

But someone was silently watching her.

“Hehehe… Got you.”

It was the middle-aged priestess with heavy makeup who had flirted with Lian and had been warned by Iris. She sat on the edge of a bed, wearing a white gown and crossing her legs.

On the bed she sat upon lay a man with handsome features, fast asleep, unaware of anything.

Her eyes roamed over the man’s body as if savoring it.

‘Once I drain every drop of that girl’s blood, my work will be perfectly complete.’

The man lying on the bed was the son of the village woodcutter, who had recently married a beautiful bride from the village. The priestess was a vile woman who took pleasure in destroying the homes of newlyweds.

The more beautiful the bride, the more she became consumed by lust. Using magic, she would break the man’s mind until he clung to her, making her believe she was more beautiful and desirable than the man’s young and lovely wife, and thus she would repeat the cycle.

Tonight, she had planned to ruin the life of a childhood friend couple who had finally confessed their mutual love and gotten married.

‘Tonight is going to be the best night ever.’

The thought of quenching her thirst with the blood of that annoying girl and then seducing the man, who had once called her ‘Ajumma,’ excited her. She let out a breath, eager for what would be the ultimate night.

And so, the worst night was about to begin.

End of Chapter.