I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 139
Chapter 139
The Human Advocate
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After being humiliated in countless ways by his (ex)wife, the Guard Captain, unable to contain his rage, snuck into her bedroom in the dead of night. He convinced himself that last time, he had let his guard down, so he tried to attack her again. However, the result was that he was rendered incapable of performing as a man.
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“Some consolation gifts have arrived.”
His (ex)wife, feeling somewhat apologetic, sent him a woman’s dress and underwear. The implication was that since he could no longer fulfill a man’s role, he might as well be like a woman. There was nothing more humiliating for the Guard Captain than this.
In a world where the roles of men and women were clearly defined, losing the ability to perform as a man was a significant flaw.
Naturally, the Guard Captain was also dismissed from the Guard entirely. He had become utterly unemployed. To make matters worse, the gag filter effect kicked in, and he had to return all the land deeds and house papers that his (ex)wife had brought with her when they married.
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With all his sources of income cut off, he became penniless in an instant. Even though he tried to find other work, the rumors about him had already spread to nearby villages and beyond, leaving him with no job prospects.
In the end, the Guard Captain… no, the man, had to leave the village with tears in his eyes. He had to move quickly in search of a place where the rumors hadn’t reached.
However, in the dark fantasy world, moving from village to village wasn’t an easy task. The odds of him reaching a village untouched by his scandal, without encountering bandits, slave traders, or monsters, while armed with just a sword, didn’t seem very high. But this, too, was the price he had to pay for the sins he committed.
In a world where drinking and gambling were the only forms of entertainment, the Guard Captain’s love affair scandal was a huge incident. It was such a shocking story that people would continue gossiping about it for years.
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For those village folk, the revelation that the High Priest and Priestess enjoyed consuming human flesh and the blood of virgins was so shocking that some even fainted upon hearing the news. Indeed, a few people actually collapsed when they heard the story.
As anxiety spread like wildfire, one person wormed their way into the cracks of that fear just like a slippery eel.
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That person was none other than Pia, who was fervently trying to spread the teachings of Lianism. As a follower of Lian, Pia had the ability to use the gag filter, albeit only slightly.
When the gag filter is applied continuously, it results in bizarre effects. But when applied lightly, it could create effects that could easily be mistaken for divine miracles.
“Oh, oh? It’s real! I’m actually walking!”
Pia raised a disabled person who had been unable to walk.
“Cough, cough… huh? What’s this? I… I’m not in pain?”
She healed a person suffering from tuberculosis (though sometimes, when they slept, you could hear their lungs wheeze with a ‘pheeew’).
“Hey! You brat! Where did you hide my money!”
“Huh? G-Grandma, you remember?”
“Of course, you brat! Bring me my money! My money, now!”
She even restored the mind of an elderly woman suffering from dementia.
‘It’s not really that impressive.’
Such miracles were a common occurrence in the gag world, so Pia reflexively thought this, though she didn’t truly believe it.
After all, she knew, at least in her mind, that in a dark fantasy world, the body doesn’t heal that easily.
And yet, Pia couldn’t help but grumble, not because of the miracles, but because the villagers were looking at her with such awe and reverence that it made her want to run away!
One might ask why she didn’t just run away if it was so uncomfortable… but there was a reason she couldn’t.
‘Every time I try to leave, Pia looks like she’s about to cry!’
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And it wasn’t just Pia who was about to cry. Even the children and the village residents would start tearing up. Lian, having no other choice, stood on the shrine platform like a statue, watching Pia heal the villagers.
‘If I hadn’t done that, things wouldn’t have come to this.’
The truth was, the villagers’ strong belief in Lian, to the point where people from neighboring and even distant villages were making pilgrimages to see him, was all because of a mistake he had made.
‘I didn’t know it would turn out like this!’
As Pia began spreading Lianism to the anxious villagers, divine power surged within her, making the mark on her hand even more prominent.
Though the mark was slightly different from the one inscribed by the dark fantasy god, it had grown from the size of a pea to the size of an egg. Watching the mark shimmer beautifully in real-time, Lian became curious about how much power he could wield and snuck out to the shrine’s backyard to test his divine power while everyone was eating.
“…!”
As soon as he used the power, auroras filled the sky, radiating divine energy that not only engulfed the village but also covered the nearby mountain. It was such a display of holy power that even a non-existent religion could have sprung up from it.
That day, every villager who had been suffering from minor illnesses was healed, and some even experienced outright miracles. A hunter who had lost his eye regained it, and a man who had lost his leg grew a new one. Wilting crops in the fields began to flourish, and monsters in the mountains seemingly evaporated into nothing.
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Lian quickly shut off his divine power, just like someone who had accidentally turned on the lights while trying to sleep in a sauna, but the auroras lingered in the sky for quite some time.
He tried to deny that it was his doing, but Pia had witnessed him using the divine power, and for about three minutes, a halo formed above his head, making it impossible to hide.
The problem didn’t end there. The next morning, animals gathered in front of the shrine, bowing their heads and offering fruits as tribute, as if reenacting a scene from some myth.
From that point on, no matter how much Lian insisted he wasn’t a god, he was seen merely as a “human advocate.”
‘Can we… leave now?’
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The shrine, which had been maintained at a modest level, grew more extravagant by the day. Lian’s face was painted on the stained glass, and the statue of the god was quietly moved into a corner storage room, with a new statue resembling Lian erected in its place.
At this point, Lian wanted to weep and run away. He even thought about summoning the Demon Sword and becoming some dark god wielding corrupt power instead.
“Ooooh, as expected of the true god who governs both life and death!”
“Death and life are intertwined. After death, we shall be with Lord Lian for eternity!”
…But that only led to the creation of more fanatical followers. The Demon Sword, upon seeing the radiant shrine, was utterly enraged.
[This is not true beauty!]
The Demon Sword despised and envied the divine power in Lian’s left hand and immediately transformed his pure white priestly robes into a lavish and beautiful uniform. Dark energy subtly emanated from it, completely changing the atmosphere. With his expression and demeanor altered, he looked like a completely different person from when he wore the priestly robes.
Lian let the Demon Sword rampage because he wanted to prevent further fanaticism. Ideally, he hoped for horrified screams, but at least wanted people to look shocked, as if thinking, ‘This isn’t the god I wanted!’
But Lian’s expectations were brutally shattered.
“Gasp… too… too beautiful…”
“Please do not lead us into temptation…”
His original protagonist-level looks didn’t help either. People began debating whether Lian, the god of death, or Lian, the god of life, was more beautiful and supreme.
It resembled modern idol culture. In a world with few forms of entertainment, the contrast between the decadent, sexy version of Lian and the kind, angelic version of Lian was an immensely stimulating topic.
Even in a modern world overflowing with stimuli, countless people go crazy for idols, but here, in a world with no such distractions, the obsession escalated into full-blown religious fervor.
More and more people flocked to the village every day, and Lian, half-trapped, lived in near isolation to avoid the fanatics. Jess, Pia, Noah, and even the other children seemed oddly satisfied with this situation for some reason.
They knew that Lian had a habit of easily throwing himself into harm’s way for others, so they were pleased with his current semi-confined state.
However, Lian was slowly wasting away, trapped in the madness of religious fanaticism.
‘Save me…’
It wasn’t just that he lacked freedom that tormented him; it was also the pressure of the expectant gazes constantly upon him. Even though he wanted to tell them to stop, the people were so happy with their newfound religion, and their divine power was growing so rapidly that he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“For that reason, if you’re okay with it, would you like to -”
“I’ll go.”
“Pardon?”
“Shall we go right now?”
The wilted Lian perked up immediately at the knight’s suggestion of visiting the Duke’s estate and nodded energetically.
At last, it was time to leave this place and send Iris back home!
‘Hmm, I feel like I’m forgetting something…’
Lian tried to recall what it was, but nothing came to mind.
‘Eh, if it’s important, I’ll remember it later!’
Thinking lightly of it, he quickly packed his things.
…It wasn’t until he arrived at the Duke’s estate that Lian realized he had forgotten to tell Iris, “Actually, we’re not really siblings.”
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After the decision to leave for the Duke’s estate was made, the group split up. Pia, determined to spread Lianism far and wide, remained in the village with the children who staunchly believed in Lianism. About twenty villagers also chose to stay and settle in the village.
T h i s w a s c o pied f r o m k i ng m tl .or g
Twenty people remained behind.
‘So… there were this many people who believed in Lianism?’
Lian felt a shock at the realization that more than half of the group believed in his religion. The remaining people were mostly senior members. Having spent so much time with Lian, they had not been swayed by Lianism.
“Please ensure a safe journey.”
“May we not encounter monsters.”
“….”
Of course, a few of the senior members still believed in Lianism. They claimed that traveling with Lian was a sacred pilgrimage to witness the journey of a god with their own eyes… and Lian had now reached a state of enlightenment.
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Thus, their journey to the Duke’s estate was about to begin… but then.
“Uh, um…?”
Lian stared at the carriage pulled by four horses. Pointing to the pitch-black carriage adorned with a striking white tiger emblem, he spoke.
“We’re… riding that?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
End of Chapter.
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