The Evil God Beyond the Smartphone - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Apostle, Euthenia High Lost (3)

The skill that made Euthenia an Apostle, .

The effects of the said skill were deeper than expected.

First, you can spend karma to produce a single sacred weapon that belongs to an apostle.

I don’t know if the names and shapes of the sacred artifacts were always the same, but I was certain that their effects were uniformly unusual.

The name of the divine artifact I gave to Euthenia was [Grimoire].

The effect that [Grimoire] has is to grant its owner the characteristic .

Using the , Euthenia consumes magical power and is now able to exert physical power over a surrounding radius.

It was a trait that I found far more effective than ordinary skills.

Although I don’t know why, I’m not given these high-end traits.

“I don’t lose much Magic Power as I thought I would. It doesn’t feel like I have to set a limitation.”

The second characteristic that the apostle has is direct magical power sharing with the player.

It was mentioned that it is possible to replace the consumption of magic power used by Euthenia with my magic power.

It was also possible for me to set a limit for the magic power I would share with the apostle.

However, for the time being, I am not going to set a restriction on Euthenia.

The biggest reason for this was a significant boost in magic power through previous level-ups.

I could now recklessly shoot my skill indiscriminately.

Thanks to increased magic power capacity, I don’t lack magic power at all.

And the amount of magic power Euthenia consumed to use was at a level that was not too burdensome.

Unless another Apostle was added, there was no reason to set a limit on shared magic power for Euthenia right now.

“And the last one would still be the crazy communication feature that is unique to this game.”

The last function added in .

It was a chat button that enabled conversations with apostles.

Chat button. Simply put, it is something that looks like a function that enables a dialog.

However, this was also very much more profound than it appeared.

The messages I forwarded were not transmitted as they should be.

– ‘Give me the barrier.’

The message I sent to Euthenia was only four words long.

I simply wanted her to hand over the barrier magic book that I had given her.

It was supposed to have forwarded it that way.

However, the game did not easily convey my message, as it seemed to be a speech balloon that distorted Euthenia’s words.

No, rather, it conveyed my words with a level of exaggeration that was close to translation.

– “O Apostles. Make an offering.”

– “Offerings…?”

Only one letter overlaps with the message I sent.

What in the world is this message that I sent?

But the message, despite my grumbling, began to proceed freely in dialog with Euthenia.

– “I will ask you to return the magic you previously sent down.”

– “Oh… you want the magic book?”

– “Make an offering. Offer me a token of your oath.”

The meaning itself is in line with what I sent.

However, the manner of speech and the atmosphere itself seemed to be a respectful imitation of a god.

Perhaps the style of speech is corrected closer to that of an observer.

Otherwise, a minimal atmosphere might have to be provided.

Though as a result, my intentions were accurately conveyed.

“The magic book is here”

Having received the magic book back from Euthenia, I opened my inventory and immediately used it.

It was a magic book that I had come to use quite some time after acquiring the item through a gacha.

– You have acquired .

– Now you can use barrier magic by consuming magic power.

By using the magic book that was returned to me, I learned the skill.

Of course, as this is only a skill that is not useful for hunting, I will most likely never use it much.

At best, I think it’s all for unavoidable use when Euthenia is in danger.

Well, even that won’t be used much because of the way Euthenia has learned magic.

“It’s been a really long care.”

How many days had it been since he fed and clothed Euthenia with items?

It was only now that Euthenia was able to communicate.

In a way, it was time to harvest the rewards of having watched over her.

Why is this an idle game?

It is an idle game because it is a game where growth is possible with minimal effort.

I have made my character grow this much through my efforts. Now it is time to reap the rewards.

“Now you have to pay for your meal.”

I activated the chat window with the speech bubble button above Euthenia’s head.

He then started typing a message to Euthenia.

The content of the message was simple.

Now move around a bit.

It was meant to get moving in the surrounding area.

– “Apostles. Fulfil your mission.”

– “My mission….”

– “Convey my will. Harvest the foolish life that does not obey Providence and welcome the awakened seed in advance.”

The general idea was to search for villages in the vicinity.

Because only then would he be able to shoot down the lightning indiscriminately.

Understanding this story well, Euthenia said with a happy smile.

– “I see. At last I can be useful to you”

– “If that is the only will of the Great One, I will obey you as much as I can.”

Is it because the graphics have evolved from before?

When I was staring at Euthenia, I found her smile quite cute.

It seems that after raising her for so long, I have developed feelings for the character.

I can’t believe I’ve developed feelings for a character.

Evidently, I had the feeling that my wallet would be quite dangerous for a while.

* * * * * * *

A remote village in the Centurius region.

There, Peter looked up at the sky with his pitchfork.

He was a young man born and raised in this town, following in the footsteps of his parents to become a farmer.

As a child, he had once dreamt of being a soldier, but he had now given up such a dream.

It was enough for him to play the role of a soldier, even if it was only the role of a vigilante in his village.

The village was the most important thing for Peter now.

Waking up in the morning and farming, cooling his sweat in the blowing wind, and smiling as he watched the wheat sway in the breeze.

That was the greatest happiness for farmer Peter.

He was by nature fit for farming.

“The sky is dark today, I wonder if it will rain tonight.”

Peter was looking at the sky after work when he spotted the approaching clouds and muttered to himself.

Dark clouds were slowly hanging over the blue sky.

It would be some time before it rained yet, but it felt like it might rain tonight or tomorrow.

He thought that if it might rain, he had to prepare as much as he could before it rained.

“…What?”

Just as Peter was about to clean up after making his plans in his head.

He could spot someone walking towards here from a distance.

He could see one person approaching the village in small strides.

She was still wearing a bright white tunic and appeared to be holding a large book.

“…”

The flying gray hair was quite alien to Peter .

She must have been an outsider, not a villager.

The girl holding the book was more beautiful in appearance than Emily, the village’s most beautiful woman.

No, she was not simply beautiful, but had a graceful appearance.

Perhaps a noble is visiting the village.

The girl now approaching Peter had enough appearances to come up with such an idea.

“Eh, what… she’s really coming here?”

Peter lightly brushed his hair as the girl’s footsteps approached him .

He even gently brushed off the dust from his clothes from his farm work.

This was because he just couldn’t show off his dirty appearance in front of the guests

After Peter had hastily sorted out his appearance, a girl walking from a distance eventually stopped in front of Peter.

The girl’s eyes, which looked strange, swept up and down over Peter.

The book she held to her chest looked very expensive.

The girl looked Peter over and opened her mouth as she looked at him.

“Hello.”

“Ah, ah! Yes…!”

Peter answered her in a nervous tone by the gentle girl’s voice .

He was too flustered to answer properly.

Ugh. Peter sighed at the pathetic appearance he had displayed.

But the girl didn’t care, stroked the book in her arms, and asked him.

“Are there many people living in this village?”

“People…? Oh, about 40 people live in my town!”

“…..Forty people. That’s a bit of a disappointing number.”

The girl who asked Peter about the number of villagers nodded and said.

What on earth did she mean by 40 people is a disappointment?

As for Peter, it was a word he did not understand, but he did not bother to question her.

It took a bit for him to see that she came to the village alone, but it was more likely that she was a noble young lady who had lost her way.

Even just the books the girl was carrying were hard to come by, even if you sold the whole village.

“Now I will ask you the next question. Are there any towns nearby where a lot of people live?”

“Where a lot of people live? West! If you go to the west, there’s a city!”

“A city… a city would surely have a lot of people, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, there are.”

The girl finally looked satisfied when she heard the reply that there was a city.

Peter did not know why she was satisfied, but he was glad the noble lady was happy.

Regardless, there’s nothing good about being hated by the Noble.

It was a rational choice, a decision made by Peter on his own terms.

Tap-Tap.!

The girl who had been gently tapping the book with her slender fingertips opened her mouth, looking at Peter again.

“You are a kind man. Could you tell me your name, please?”

“My name is Peter.”

“Well, Peter, could you please gather the people of village?”

“… Eh?”

Peter tilted his head at the mention of asking him to gather the people of the village.

It was fine to answer her question, but why was she asking him to gather the villagers?

Peter’s doubts were short-lived.

He turned his head to a strange sound coming from over his shoulder.

The pitchfork in Peter’s hand was broken.

And the rest of the pitchfork, broken in half, was being held by a hand that had grown out of the girl’s shadow.

Peter’s gaze, wet with astonishment, stared at the girl.

“The Great One wants me to make a decision.”

The girl was still smiling and looking at Peter.

Slowly, the girl’s hand ran over the cover of the book again.

Peter watched her, and only then did he realize that something was definitely wrong.

What was in front of him was not like a noble girl who had lost her way.

Hello there again, sorry for not updating. Due to some reasons i couldn’t take my time to TL but there will be regular updates from now. And few of you were asking for Advanced Chapters. It’s finally ready. HERE . 

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