The Evil God Beyond the Smartphone-Chapter 171: Daydream (4)
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Chapter 171: Daydream (4)
When Estelle told me this was not a dream, I felt like I couldnât breathe.
Not a dream?
If this was not a dream, then what was?
My eyes, which had been staring at Estelle, shifted to the lottery ticket on the floor.
It was the same ticket that I had cashed in a few days ago, and it was still rolling around on the ground.
âIs this all⊠not a dream?â
Estelle was still smiling at me, but I didnât understand what she meant.
I asked her in a half-defeated voice, almost like a complaint.
âIf this is not a dream, then what isâŠ?â
âYou already know, donât you?â
Estelleâs gaze, holding an umbrella, moved to the smartphone that had fallen on the floor.
The smartphone that I had thrown away was still there, showing the game screen.
It was as if it was proving that the story I had experienced in the game was not a lie.
The game screen was still showing the story of Euteneia and the apostles.
As I watched it, a faint possibility crossed my mind.
A possibility that I didnât want to believe.
I whispered it quietly.
âCould it be⊠that everything Iâve lived so far was a dream?â
âDid you enjoy the dream?â
Estelle nodded as if to agree.
It was an absurd story.
That my peaceful life until now was all a lie.
And that this broken world was the only truth given to me.
Who could do such a thing?
God? Devil?
Or was the whole world around me a play to mock me?
I couldnât accept it. I denied Estelleâs words right away.
âStop lying. This canât be real.â
âIs that what you really think?â
âYou⊠youâre just a figment of my imagination in the dream.â
âHmm.â
She spun the umbrella in her hand.
She looked at me with her unfathomable eyes, wearing a meaningless umbrella in the darkness.
Her dark eyes, unlike a humanâs, shone on me again.
Tap. Tap.
She tapped the handle of the umbrella with her finger and asked me a question.
âDo you remember? How did you start playing the game?â
Of course I remembered.
I couldnât forget how I started playing this game.
Someone recommended this game to me.
She told me it was our secret and showed me this gameââ.
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Of course I remembered.
I had trouble with human relationships.
Thatâs why I drank too much.
Even though I knew I was far beyond my limit, I kept pouring alcohol into my empty stomach.
I felt like I couldnât bear it otherwise.
I wanted to escape from the pain for a moment by borrowing the terrible drunkenness.
And in my drunken state, I started the gameââ.
âWhy couldnât you get out of the pain?â
Of course, I remembered.
It wasnât that I couldnât get out of the pain.
I got in touch with this game and interacted with the characters in it, and forgot about the wounds in my heart.
This game, which had penetrated deep into my life before I knew it, wasââ.
âWhy were you always alone?â
Of course, I remembered.
Remember? What?
It was a strange question.
I was never alone. fr(e)ewebnov(e)l.com
I always went to work and came home,
And played the game alone in my roomââ.
âWhy were you locked up alone in a small room?â
Of course, I rememberedââ.
Vaguely, I remembered.
I was alone.
I was always playing the game alone in my room.
I didnât know why.
But I felt like I knew the reason.
âWhy did you keep the TV on with the same broadcasts?â
That was because I was lonely.
To kill the silence of the room······.
Why was I lonely?
An unexpected question crossed my mind.
The moment I knew the answer, everything would change.
A question that dug into my heart.
âWhy did you keep playing a game that you didnât even know who made it?â
âThatâs······.â
I didnât know.
But I did know.
There was a memory that I didnât want to know inside me.
The truth that I had buried deep in my heart for a long time, avoiding reality.
That comfort was trying to raise its head inside me.
âThe reason is obvious, isnât it? That was the only thing you could do after burying all your colleagues.â
âStop it.â
I shouldnât wake up.
This memory.
This emotion.
They had to stay asleep forever inside me.
It was a memory that had been buried deep for that purpose.
But Estelleâs words kept digging deep into my heart.
A truth that I shouldnât know was trying to break through and rise up.
âThe only thing you could do as someone who came back after burying all your colleagues was to play the game that I told you to, right?â
âStop it! Estelle!â
A loud scream shook the narrow room.
Estelle didnât stop telling her story.
She smiled even brighter, watching me suffer.
Thump.
My heart pounded painfully.
I couldnât reveal my shame any longer.
But Estelle finally spoke the truth with her mouth.
âIt wasnât because of human relationships that you were struggling, but because there were no humans, right?â
A memory buried in the darkness came back to life.
The trigger was a mobile game.
I didnât remember the exact genre, but I think it was introduced as an idle game.
The game itself was nothing special.
Small human figures walked around, and I just watched their movements.
âStop it, pleaseâŠâ
The characters moved diligently and did their own tasks, as if the AI was finely crafted.
Sometimes they did something unusual out of the rules.
It felt like raising ants in a transparent gel.
I also remembered the tiny sea monkeys I raised in a fish tank.
âStop it.â
I felt healed just by looking at the characters quietly.
I spent two or three hours a day watching them like that.
Until I came home drunk after a frustrating day.
âI donât want to remember.â
No, it wasnât a frustrating day.
It was a sad day.
I buried my colleagues with my own hands.
I couldnât bear it sober, so I drank the alcohol that I had stashed in the corner.
And when I got drunk, the sadness inside me turned into another emotion.
âI donât want to remember.â
I hated this world that had become like this.
I hated the horrible scene that the oil disaster that started in Africa had created.
I felt like I was alone after losing everything.
I felt like everyone in the world had left me behind and gone somewhere far away.
ââŠâ
So.
So I moved my finger and killed the characters beyond the screen.
I needed something to vent my anger on.
I felt like venting my anger somewhere.
Thatâs how those things became a game, and a source of life for me.
âThat was.â
That was a bitter and heartbreaking memory.
Heartbreaking.
A very heartbreaking memory.
A memory that I wanted to keep buried in my heart forever.
âI didnât want to remember that.â
My head throbbed from the memories that came back.
The fragments of the hidden memories spilled out, shaking my thoughts and emotions violently.
I held my head in pain and glared at Estelle.
I gazed at her, demanding an answer, but she opened her mouth to me as our eyes met.
âIâm sorry for breaking our promise, but itâs time for you to know now.â
Promise?
Another incomprehensible story was added.
I doubted Estelleâs words.
What promise did we have between us?
The only promise we made was the rules of our conversation.
âIf you want to stay a good kid forever, you canât move forward anymore.â
But Estelle kept spouting meaningless stories.
I didnât know.
I couldnât guess her purpose, reason, or even identity.
Beyond the thick fog that obscured my sight, she was the only one facing the truth.
âEstelle, what do you want?â
I didnât understand.
What did she want?
What did she want from me, who erased my memories, showed me a calm life, and locked myself in a room?
I couldnât understand what Estelle wanted, not even a speck.
âForgetting reality, forgetting the world where no one existsââ.â
âPutting on the mask of the game and committing massacres⊠what did you want me to become after that?â
Tap. Tap.
Estelleâs finger tapped the handle of the umbrella again.
Hmm.
After a short time of thinking, she folded her finger.
And then she stepped forward and said to me.
âIt seems like thereâs a misunderstanding between us. Those things were what you wanted from the beginning, werenât they?â
âI wanted this?â
It was impossible.
I never wanted those things.
I never wanted to kill people calmly and soberly, and pretend to live a normal life in a place where no one existed.
I was not that kind of person.
âDidnât you want to forget everything in the broken world and just play the game in this room?â
Even if I wanted that, I wouldnât have told it to someone I didnât know in a dream.
But Estelle calmly affirmed it.
It was an incomprehensible attitude.
And an unacceptable answer.
âWhy would I want that? Why would I want to kill people with this tiny smartphone in this room?â
âDo you remember? Who gave you the smartphone?â
I searched through the foggy memory.
Who gave me this thing?
It was the black-haired girl I met for the first time during the search operation.
I didnât know her name, and only her face vaguely remained in my memoryââ.
Estelle.
The girl in front of me introduced me to this game.
She said it was our secret and recommended the game to me, who had nothing.
ââŠâ
âYou remembered, didnât you?â
Estelle recommended the game to me.
In this room that only we knew, she handed me the smartphone, the only game left.
The smartphone that was still charged in the ruined world.
She gave it to me and urged me to play.
It was one of the few entertainments left in the broken world.
It would have been strange if I wasnât interested.
I thought it was just a game and brought down divine punishment on countless lives.
âIt seems like you finally understood the truth.â
Blink. Blink.
I looked at the smartphone that was shining brightly even without charging.
Even when everything collapsed, this smartphone kept working.
I finally realized what I had.
And who she was.
ââŠThe Goddess of Harmony.â
âYes.â
âI was your apostle?â
-<Causality Adjustment> occurred.
-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Tool: Ascalon] was liberated by one level.
-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Tool: Hieroglyph] was liberated by one level.
-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Tool: Astra] was liberated by one level.
-Due to <Causality Adjustment>, [Divine Tool: Smartphone] was liberated by one level.
-Due to <Hero Selection>, [Divine Tool: Dainsleif] was liberated by one level.
Crackle. Crackleââ.
The world began to regain its light.
The light bulb in my dark room shone brightly, and the broken TV played the faint news that remained in my old memory.
The world I longed for after losing everything.
In it, only Estelle and I faced each other.
âWelcome back to the divine realm. My little god.â
Beyond the small smartphone screen.
There was a world there.
And there, I was, who had watched over it.