I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Escape from the Spirit World No. 1 （3）

“…!”

I was so flustered that I couldn’t even speak and just stammered.

I wasn’t too surprised to see Nike alive, as I hadn’t known her before.

But these were different. These were people I knew, and I felt a great sense of loss when I heard they were gone.

Especially Denzo and Nix, I had even seen their corpses. I clearly saw them being buried.

I was wondering whether I should be happy about this supernatural phenomenon or feel terrified.

“Messenger…Sanz? I don’t remember. Haha. I’m getting old, so I’m forgetful.”

Denzo, who was scratching his head, burst into a hearty laugh.

Kanto’s reliable right-hand man and the Tribal Federation’s Captain of the Guard for several years, Denzo, doesn’t remember me?

No, there are other things to forget. This doesn’t make sense. Denzo was part of the leadership, so there’s no way he wouldn’t know Messenger Sanz.

Are these guys just something wearing the masks of the people I knew? Are they being controlled with some of their memories eaten?

As I was having terrible thoughts about the truth of the Spirit World, Nike, who had been watching silently, opened her mouth.

“Souls arrive in the Spirit World in a state of unstable memory. There are losses in the process of wandering after losing their physical bodies. How much memory they lose varies from person to person. You can assume that very few souls have complete memories.”

“…Can’t they recover the lost memories?”

That’s a bit scary. So that means I could have lost some memories on my way here too. Without me knowing.

“There are many who slowly regain their memories while living here. If they have lingering attachments to their previous lives, they will eventually regain their memories.”

Uh, that’s not what I’m curious about. As I thought that, Nike continued.

“You don’t have to worry, Representative-nim. You are not an ordinary soul, but a Loa in this dimension. You wouldn’t have lost your memories.”

“Ah.”

I worried for nothing.

Anyway, these people here, despite having lost some memories, are the people I know, right?

Then it doesn’t matter. They’re my followers, my people.

“You’re from Earth, right? Ah, should I say possessed? Anyway, we chatted sometimes on the community.”

Ppooppooppeung, Gukbap approaches with a friendly smile. He was an Asian man in his late 20s to early 30s, wearing a Korean military uniform.

Nike said that souls take on the form that represents them.

Was Gukbap a professional soldier? I thought that maybe he made that choice at the end because he had a strong sense of sacrifice.

“Korean? Chinese? No, Japanese?”

He held out his rough, scarred hand. Seeing that it’s still engraved even though he’s a soul, it means the scar represents Gukbap.

I grabbed his hand. Oh, his grip is no joke.

“Korean.”

Maybe because he’s from the same country, I naturally speak informally. He looks older than me, but a messenger can’t speak formally.

“How are my comrades? Are they doing well?”

Perhaps his memory was quite intact, because Gukbap asked about Dina’s Special Forces.

“Yeah. Everyone except Bella Unni and you is safe.”

“What? She’s dead too? Ah, damn it! I thought I saved everyone!”

“…They said she died before you?”

I saw it on the community.

Come to think of it, Bella Unni didn’t come to the Spirit World. Maybe because she didn’t believe in the Spirit World or me.

“I, is that so? I was so out of it during the battle…Did we kill the Dark Cloud Demon?”

What?

“We killed the Dark Cloud Demon a long time ago. We had an all-out war with the Seven-Headed Dragon Demon. You died then.”

“Ah, is that so…? But what’s the Seven-Headed Dragon Demon?”

“…”

“Hmm. That’s weird.”

Gukbap smacked his lips.

It seems this friend’s memory isn’t completely intact either.

“His skin is yellow. Like that man named Gukbap. How strange.”

“Is he from a different continent? I’ve never seen that before. I’ve heard stories of people with blue skin.”

“Even the foreigners have come to believe in the Loa-nims! They’ve realized the greatness of our culture!”

“Messenger? I don’t know what this is, but aren’t we comrades who fought together under Malak-nim? Welcome!”

Other barbarian warriors also approached. They were people whose faces I didn’t remember.

They could have died before the apocalypse, or they could have died following me afterward.

Anyway, they’re all Malak’s followers, right?

“Nice to meet you. I’m Malak-nim’s messenger, Sanz. I’m his spokesperson and deliverer.”

Even though I came to the Spirit World as a Loa, it would be strange to call myself a Loa in this human soul state. I decided to just go as a messenger.

After briefly introducing myself to them again, I explained my purpose.

It’s nothing special.

Unlike you guys, I’m still alive, but I came to the Spirit World after falling into a coma （?）-like state during a battle with demons, and I need to go back to the surface to help Malak-nim.

Something like that.

“Malak-nim and I are still connected. He has granted me power. This is proof.”

I used the ‘Malak’s Power’ blessing to summon a blue cloud above my head.

“Ooh…!”

“A, are you really his spokesperson?!”

“This divine aura! It’s definitely Malak-nim’s power!”

After listening to the barbarians’ fuss for a while, I opened my mouth again. I had to speak loudly and clearly here, so I took a deep breath.

“Is there no brave warrior who will help me reach the Spirit Gate? Malak-nim will remember your efforts!”

“Woooh!”

“Malak-nim! I will follow your will!”

“I will go! Even if it’s into a fire! Long live Loa Malak!”

“Long live!”

The barbarians raised their various weapons high and roared. I told you it would be effective.

“Well, I have nothing else to do…Let’s go.”

Gukbap, who was looking at the barbarians rampaging like crazy people with a dubious look, also took out his hammer.

Seeing a man in a Korean military uniform holding a giant warhammer…it’s something, something. It feels like dog meat tanghulu or mint chocolate doenjang stew?

Can’t the Spirit World even materialize Earth weapons like rifles?

“Messenger of Malak-nim.”

Meanwhile, there was a woman who cautiously approached me.

Her name was Nix, and she had a long scythe like a Grim Reaper strapped to her back.

“…!”

For a moment, I almost greeted her out of familiarity.

Nix had explored the Necromancer’s Tomb with me before. I remember her carrying me around as I descended upon Totem No. 2.

She was also with me when we escaped Dubenheim because of Karon and his zombie army. I encouraged her and her tribe members as we went to the Golden Sun Tribe.

Maybe because we had built up a close relationship, it felt a bit different from seeing Gukbap or Denzo.

“It is an honor to meet you in person. I am Nix, daughter of Amawa and Juri, and the Chieftain and Priestess of the Sky Tree Tribe.”

She bowed politely. Then she realized her mistake.

“Ah, I am no longer the Chieftain or the Priestess. I apologize for my error.”

“It’s okay.”

It’s not really a mistake.

“During the war with the Dark Cloud Demon, I lost my life….I am curious about the outcome. Did we win?”

She seemed to have a perfect memory.

Outcome. It seems she died before the Dark Cloud Demon was defeated.

“Of course. It was a landslide victory. Malak-nim completely crushed the Dark Cloud.”

“Is that so…! That is a relief. I have been wondering, as there was no one to answer me until now.”

Nix sighed in relief.

“Are you thinking of joining us?”

Hiding my feelings of familiarity and closeness, I asked nonchalantly.

“Just as I served Malak-nim, I will also serve you, Messenger Sanz-nim.”

Nix knelt.

“Hmm.”

I felt a sense of pride for some reason and raised the corners of my lips.

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A day after Karon proposed a deal to the possessed, a post appeared on the community along with a picture.

It was a post by Karon.

[One Piece: There are many who think I will not keep my promise.

There are even opinions that I will control the zombie army and destroy the surface. It seems they think I am no different from other gods.

What I want is the revival of humanity, free from the control of the gods. There is no need to kill you and destroy the Tribal Federation.

I will gladly do what is necessary, but not now.

（A picture of three slightly anxious-looking boys looking this way）

These are the children rescued from Bolvano. They say they were abandoned by Malak.

They are now living under my protection. They are provided with everything they need to live.

When everything is over, I will leave the surface to humanity and disappear with my army.

I swear on the honor of myself and my ancestors.

I say it again.

What I want is the end of myth. When I achieve my goal, I too will disappear. I am ready.]

“Huh? Aren’t these those guys?”

Siu, who was reading the post with a frown, nudged the monkey.

“What?”

“It’s them! Those kids who raped and killed people and tried to steal their stuff! The ones who were exiled!”

“Oh? They are!”

“Karon, you idiot! Of all the people to save, you save these guys!”

“Puahaha!”

“Birds of a feather flock together!”

Siu burst out laughing and jumped to her feet.

“Hey! Let’s go tell everyone!”

“Gogohet~!”

That day, Karon became everyone’s laughingstock.