The Fake Hero Is Too Strong

Chapter 114

Flutter.

Birds hiding in the reeds flew up into the sky in a panic.

And the next moment…

The sky split open.

It was a scene similar to when I previously witnessed the Grand Purification.

But back then, only a small portion of divine power had descended.

This time, it was clearly different.

“What… what is that?”

“That shape…?”

“Ah! I don’t want to see it, I can’t!” “Wait, is that being sitting above the sky…?”

From the split heavens, a glowing staircase descended toward us.

The stairs came to a stop precisely at my feet.

I looked up, following the steps from the bottom all the way to the sky.

At the far end of the staircase stood a massive golden throne!

It was incomparably more magnificent, radiant, and sacred than any throne made by humans.

‘That throne is practically the size of a mountain.’

[It’s not a metaphor. It really is as big as a mountain.]

‘And the being sitting on it is no different.’

A being sat on that mountain-sized throne.

Its face wasn’t clearly visible.

It resembled the spiritual form I’d seen before through Adwin’s spell.

It had the overall shape of a human with arms and legs, but its entire body was pure white, giving it the appearance of a spirit.

‘The Celestial God.’

I instinctively tilted my head back as far as I could.

I wanted to see if the Celestial God had Blood Script.

But unfortunately, there was no Blood Script above its head.

‘Does that mean my blood script doesn’t work on that being?’

Maybe it was for the best.

I already had too much to think about, I didn’t need a list of divine sins added on top of that.

Just then…

Swoosh.

The enormous being raised its hand.

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Neril murmured with cold sweat trickling down her face.

“He’s… telling us to come up?”

“Seems like it.”

“Are we really facing a Celestial God right now?”

“I think so.”

“…You’re oddly calm. No one in human history has experienced anything like this.”

I shrugged.

“We are the most special people in human history.”

“Mide…”

“Let’s go. Everyone, brace yourselves.”

The party nodded.

Step.

I was the first to step onto the staircase.

The stairs clearly existed physically.

‘Huu.’

I took a few more steps upward.

Then, feeling something off, I looked back.

I didn’t hear anyone following.

“Huh? What are you guys doing?”

“…!”

They were opening and closing their mouths like goldfish.

No, not just moving their mouths, they were shouting.

But their voices didn’t reach me.

That’s when…

Trail’s startled voice rang in my head.

[Huh? Oh!]

‘What? Don’t scare me like that.’

[Uh… I’m not the one doing this.]

‘What?’

Swoosh.

A screen appeared before my eyes.

The kind that shows the continental map, my level status, or appears when I use the Eye of Omniscience.

But Trail had just said, “I’m not the one doing this.”

‘Is this the Celestial God’s doing?’

[Seems like it. The interface is no longer under my control.]

‘How dare he use someone else’s stuff without asking. Want me to say something to him?’

[Please don’t.]

Trail continued in a tense tone.

[Besides, the Eye of Omniscience and the power to control time were all originally bestowed to me by the Celestial God.]

‘…’

[Like Lisel said earlier, I was just borrowing those powers from the Celestial God.]

‘Then let me say what I said earlier again: those powers are yours now. You have spent countless ages fighting Idria alone. You deserve them.’

Trail fell silent for a moment.

Then finally said:

[I have never thought of it that way.]

Just as I was about to respond…

Swoosh.

A line of text appeared on the screen.

It was a command from the Celestial God.

My heart pounded, but I responded as calmly and respectfully as I could.

“I would like to ascend with my companions. It seems you have created an invisible barrier, please permit them to enter the staircase.”

“…”

Stingy bastard.

I muttered to myself and turned around.

Beyond the invisible wall, my companions were watching me with worried expressions.

I clearly mouthed the words:

“I will be right back. Grab a bite while you wait.”

“…”

“Uh, hmm. Let’s pretend I didn’t read that.”

After reading their lips, I made up my mind to keep their words secret from the Celestial God.

Though honestly, he probably already heard it all.

[What were they saying?]

‘To sum it up: this god is seriously pissing them off.’

[…Wait, aren’t Serein and Xenia there too?]

‘They were the loudest, actually.’

Step. Step.

I continued climbing the stairs.

Closer and closer to the sky.

The Celestial God leaned back slightly in the throne, gazing down at me.

I couldn’t see its expression through the white light, but somehow, I felt it was probably looking at me with boredom.

Step.

I reached the top of the stairs and stood before the Celestial God.

Then, trying to be as courteous as possible, I spoke.

“It’s an honor to meet you. I am Mide Mohan.”

The Celestial God, still leaning back, waved a hand lightly.

Then another message appeared.

I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh inside.

‘Can’t he just talk?’

[Hey. Watch your mouth. That’s our boss you’re talking to.]

‘Tch. Maybe he doesn’t want to speak with a lowly creature like me, is that it?’

Well, as long as we can communicate, it doesn’t matter.

I began:

“As you probably already know, the Demon King of Lies and Deception, Idria, is trying to install Kaeld as a hero using a fake oracle.”

“Humanity cannot distinguish between real and fake oracles. If Idria’s oracle is mistaken for yours, everyone will believe Kaeld is the true hero.”

I nearly snapped but forced myself to remain composed.

“Please grant me your oracle. Or at least, prevent Idria from issuing her fake one.”

“What? But why…”

Crack.

I felt something inside me snap.

Trail’s voice quickly cut in.

[Hey, hey. That’s our boss, remember? Deep breaths. Calm down.]

‘Right. Thanks. Ssssshhh. Hooooo.’

[There you go. Nice and slow.]

Ssss…

I took a deep breath and then shouted…

“What kind of god acts like a damn jackass?!”

Slap.

I could almost hear the sound of Trail facepalming.

Swoosh.

The Celestial God shifted its posture

I kept shouting.

“Do you know how much I donated to your temple? And you won’t even grant me this one request? Do something worthy of the money you took!”

“If you had stepped in from the start, I wouldn’t have had to go through all this. Bion wouldn’t have had to fight alone for all those countless years either!”

“I’m saying I will accomplish the things you didn’t or wouldn’t do. I will kill the Demon King and bring peace and prosperity to mankind. So why won’t you help?”

It was then that the celestial god leaned forward.

As that colossal body tilted toward me, I felt as if I were being swallowed by a tidal wave.

[Uh oh. Looks like he’s pissed.]

‘No, look closely.’

[Huh?]

‘He’s not leaning forward out of anger.’

I studied the radiant figure of the god more closely.

Yes.

‘He’s holding his stomach.’

He was laughing.

He was clutching his stomach and laughing like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world!

Then, a new sentence appeared on the screen.

“What?”

Gulp.

I swallowed hard.

The sentences continued to appear.

“Then what do you care about?”

“…..”

Drip.

Cold sweat trickled down my back.

I stayed silent for a moment, then he continued.

“······.”

Even though I couldn’t see him, I somehow felt Trail flinch.

The sentences went on.

“You were frustrated? Why?”

Ah.

The Eye of Omniscience.

And the power to manipulate time.

Those were clearly granted to Trail by the celestial god.

“What are you talking about? You’re still typing sentences on this screen.”

“…..”

More sentences followed.

And then another line appeared.

“A goal?”

Idria’s goal.

I knew what it was.

“To create a perfect lie.”

“Calling it a ‘perfect lie’ is still vague. What exactly is she planning?”

“Still pretty vague.”

There was a brief pause.

Then the next sentence appeared.

And at that moment, I felt a chilling horror I never wanted to experience again.

“…..!”

I shivered slightly.

Now I understood what ‘perfect lie’ really meant.

A world made entirely of lies.

From the moment of its creation, fundamentally composed of nothing but lies.

In such a world, lies become truth.

There was no tone to the text on the screen, but I somehow felt a cold indifference behind it.

The celestial god slightly tilted his head.

Though it wasn’t exact, I sensed that he was looking at Trail’s soul.

And I was right.

[…..]

[….?]

This bastard…

Trail’s voice trembled.

[That’s ridiculous. I have spent countless years······]

[…..]

I gritted my teeth, but the celestial god continued unbothered.

[W-what?]

The god tilted his head slightly.

Trail was too shocked to answer.

Well, even he had said he didn’t know how he ended up in me.

I took a deep breath and asked calmly.

“So you’re just going to let this happen? Let Idria escape to a fake world?”

< Hmm. Rather than ‘let,’ I would say I’m passively cooperating. After all, Idria is now using Kaeld, the assassin I sent, to her own advantage. >

“…..”

I could guess what that “greatest lie” was.

“Deceiving the entire continent……”

…….

So Kaeld is a collaboration between the Celestial God and the Demon King.

For someone made by such “great” beings, he turned out to be garbage.

I recalled the final moments before my regression.

At that time, Kaeld cut off Idria’s head.

That must have been the moment.

The moment her “perfect lie” was completed.

‘She said she stepped off the stage for a while.’

[Yeah, she did.]

‘That meant she completed her fake world using that lie and left for it.’

[But that lie was broken. Because of you.]

Exactly.

I used the communication orb to reveal Kaeld’s crimes to the world.

He was no longer a hero, and Idria’s painstakingly crafted lie must have been shattered.

‘So she came back to take revenge.’

[Now I see why she was so furious. Not that I agree, but I get it.]

‘More importantly, are you okay? That must have been a shock.’

[No, I’m not okay. Let’s have a drink later.]

‘As much as you want, if you can drink.’

Trail let out a dry chuckle.

Considering he had just been betrayed by the God he served, he was holding up surprisingly well.

Just then, a new sentence appeared.

“…..”

I decide when I retire.

I paused for a moment, then replied.

“I don’t think you have told me everything yet.”

“You’re clearly hiding something. Now that I have come all this way, why don’t you be honest and spill it?”

“You said Idria won’t destroy the world. So let me ask you this…”

I took a deep breath and finished.

“Is it possible… that your definition of ‘destruction’ is different from mine?”

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