I Was a Small Fish When I Reincarnated, but It Seems That I Can Become a Dragon, so I Will Do My Best - Extra Chapter 272
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9-20. The Indifferent God
A pale blue sphere of light appeared out of nowhere.
It gradually took shape, molding into a humanoid figure.
It became a small girl dressed in gray, her expression completely blank.
She wore a fluffy, military-style hat and clothing adorned with fluffy accents, which oddly complemented her childlike form.
There was no doubt, however, that this being was a god.
Even Ouren had seen this entity once before. The same could be said for Abyss.
Tekeris, upon witnessing this divine presence appear, scowled like he’d bitten into something sour, glaring daggers at Arnicc.
Arnicc, on the other hand, was grinning through his bloodied state, his body radiating triumph. His years of research had finally borne fruit.
He had finally arrived at this moment.
Beholding the long-forgotten visage of a god, he even dared to hope he might recall its forgotten name.
The floating, godlike entity finally looked toward them.
Then, it made a face of pure annoyance.
“Huh? Ugh, seriously?”
“My Supreme God! My Supreme God!”
“Ugh, it’s Arnicc. Wait, why?”
“O-oh…! You remember my name!”
The god was clearly confused.
Actually, it seemed outright irritated—was that just my imagination?
After a moment of contemplation, the god appeared to piece together the situation.
It quickly deduced that the archangel Arnicc had spent decades constructing something to summon it. The realization elicited a deep sigh.
Even in the form of a child, the god’s intelligence was evident.
Its eyes scanned the surroundings, settling briefly on familiar faces from the past.
It studied Ouren, Abyss, and Tekeris in turn before its gaze landed on me.
“…Oh! So this is the world several centuries later!”
“Yes, indeed! This is the era after your disappearance, oh Supreme God! And now you have returned—”
“You’re loud.”
Slap!
Crunch.
“Guh-what?”
Arnicc’s body twisted unnaturally, like a rag being wrung out. Blood sprayed as he collapsed to the ground in a heap.
Everyone immediately adopted defensive stances.
Although they’d been on guard, the fact that an archangel had been killed in an instant was enough to put them on edge.
Yet the god raised both hands, as if to show it meant no harm.
“Ah, I’m not going to hurt you guys. If I did, you’d just try to kill me.”
“…What?”
“Alright, down we go.”
The god descended to the ground, letting out a deep sigh with an expression of utter apathy.
Its face practically screamed, What a pain… but it was clear it intended to clean up the situation quickly.
Still, no one dared to lower their guard.
Seeing this, the god scratched its cheek awkwardly, as if trying to figure out how to earn their trust.
“Hmmm… Oh, hey, it’s Amariaz!”
“Gah!”
“““Huh?”””
The god’s eyes lit up as it spotted Amariaz hiding behind a tree.
In the blink of an eye, it moved to him, scooped him up, and returned to its original position.
“Oh, don’t be shy!”
“Hey, put me down! Cut it out—stop lifting me like that!”
“Aw, but you’re so cute now! I love cute things. I just didn’t get a chance to before, ya know?”
“First off, put me down! Now!”
“Nope, not yet.”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me!”
Amariaz flailed and shouted while being held aloft.
Everyone who didn’t know his true identity stood frozen.
I, too, was stunned.
What… what is this?
They know each other?
How? Why?
What’s the relationship between these two?
After playing with Amariaz for a while, the god seemed satisfied and unceremoniously let him go.
It placed a hand on its chest, its expression souring as it stuck out its tongue in disgust.
“Ugh… Look, I don’t mind being summoned, but don’t mix in random skills or souls, okay? It’s gross. Here, take it back.”
The god pulled something from its chest: a sphere of black, pale blue, and azure.
It floated away into the distance, apparently not an attack.
Even after waiting, nothing happened. Everyone remained wary.
Finally, Ouren broke the silence.
“…I’ve seen you before… But back then…”
“The situation is different now. That’s why I’m not going to harm you. Looks like the angels Amariaz made caused some trouble, so I’ll take care of the rest of them.”
“…Amariaz made them? What?”
“Oops, was I not supposed to say that?”
All eyes turned to Amariaz.
Before the attention could fully focus on him, he turned away.
But this wasn’t something they could just ignore.
Ouren and Abyss immediately closed in on him, bombarding him with questions.
“Hey, Amariaz, what’s going on? Explain.”
“Yeah, why are you working with them?”
“Uhh… well!”
“And how do you know that thing? What even are you?”
“I’m a god!”
“Say that again when you’re asleep.”
“Knew you wouldn’t believe me!”
The back-and-forth continued for a while.
Tekeris, without joining the group, brought Iubora along and approached me.
It seemed he didn’t quite grasp the situation either.
“…Yuuzen. The Archangel is dead. From here on, there’s no one left to oppose us. So does this mean… we’ve won?”
At Tekeris’s words, the two who had been closing in on Amariaz turned to look back.
Indeed, this might be the most pressing issue at the moment.
Since the summoned god-like being wasn’t hostile, there was no longer any reason to fight.
I looked at Amariaz.
He gave a small nod with a wry smile.
Since it was clear that Amariaz and the god-like being were acquaintances, this really did seem to confirm there was no one left to oppose us.
“…It seems so,” I said.
“That doesn’t sit right with me! What? That’s a god, right? And Amariaz, why the hell do you know them!?”
“Like I said, that’s because I…”
“This definitely needs a little explanation, doesn’t it?”
The god-like being spoke up.
All eyes turned toward her.
After clearing her throat with a small cough, she began to explain.
“Well, let’s put aside the part about me and Amariaz being acquainted—”
“That’s the most important part!!”
“I’ve dealt with all the angels. They were the most bothersome entities in this world. Ideally, I’d also get rid of the byproducts, but… if they don’t negatively impact the world, I’ll leave them alone. But what about you? Do you want this world destroyed?”
“…Huh? Are you asking me?”
Tekeris finally seemed to realize the question was directed at him and began to ponder.
Was there really anything to consider?
“No, I don’t intend to destroy it, nor do I plan to interfere with humans. My grudge was with the Archangel alone. Everything else doesn’t matter to me.”
“Oh, I see. Then I’ll leave it as is.”
“You say scary things so casually…”
“Oh, and we should think about Ouren, Houen, Reizen, and Lize too.”
“Huh?”
Ouren muttered, and as if reminded, she clapped her hands.
“Oh right, Ouren and Houen don’t have lifespans.”
“…They don’t!?”
“Yep. So I’ll assign them lifespans.”
I knew they were extraordinary beings, but I didn’t realize they didn’t have lifespans…
But were they okay with that?
“Well, whatever. Living too long sounds boring anyway. By the way, can’t we go back to our original world?”
“You can, but I think you’d be better off staying here. It’s more fun. Ouren doesn’t have any memories, so I think staying here would make him happier.”
“…Being worried about happiness by a god is kind of unsettling.”
“We’ve caused you all a great deal of trouble. Think of this as an apology.”
Amariaz seemed to recognize the sentiment.
Originally, Amariaz had tried to destroy the world and summoned four otherworldly individuals to intervene in it.
By granting them knowledge, Amariaz could manipulate the world and create angels to gather the power needed for his manifestation.
Eventually, he managed to manifest but was defeated by Ouren and the others.
In the end, his attempt to destroy the world failed. Amariaz was later made aware of his sins by the Supreme God and was reborn into this world.
Ultimately, everything was Amariaz’s fault.
The god-like being seemed to understand this, which was why she was now cleaning up the mess on Amariaz’s behalf.
Unaware of most of this, we simply listened to the conversation.
“And by the way, it seems they’ve arrived,” she said.
“Huh?”
She pointed in a direction.
When we looked…
“!! Uchikage-Ojiichan!!”
“Did I worry you, Yuuzen?”
Uchikage, Lize, and Dacia were walking toward us.
Ouren noticed that the previously seen colorful sphere was, in fact, a soul.
It seemed that this god-like being truly was a god—and on our side.
Finally, we all relaxed.
Abyss followed suit, releasing his tension.
“May I bring the topic back?”
“What is it?”
“First, I’d like to apologize. I’m sorry for causing you all trouble once again. From now on, I hope you’ll enjoy an ordinary life. As for the lifespans, Ouren will have 150 years, Houen 120 years, Lize 117 years, and Reizen 80 years. That’s the limit.”
“Why is Reizen’s lifespan the shortest?”
“It can’t be helped. He’s shared part of his lifespan with his wife through their bond. Besides, it’s good for their lifespans to be similar, isn’t it? Also, Yuuzen, your lifespan is 280 years.”
“280 years!!?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve reduced it. Even so, you’ll live for 120 years.”
It seemed even gods had limits on how much they could adjust lifespans.
The god then turned to Dacia.
“Dacia, I truly apologize to you devils as well. Thank you for stopping us at that time and again.”
“…You are…”
“I can’t tell you my name, sorry. It must never be remembered, or Ouren’s ultimate skill will become meaningless.”
Next, she looked at Uchikage.
“To the oni clan: thank you for supporting Amariaz for so long. If there’s no issue, could I ask you to let him continue living here? Does my acquaintance make him seem too frightening?”
“…The only one who had concerns about that was Houen-dono. In fact, his absence might cause discord among the group. If Amariaz is willing, he should return. As for the Garot Kingdom’s problem, we’ll take care of it.”
“Ugh…”
“It’s decided, then.”
The god clapped her hands together with delight.
It seemed like everything had been settled, much to her relief.
Finally, she turned to Amariaz.
“Amariaz.”
“…What is it?”
“Your final task: dedicate your life to the oni village and protect the reincarnated individuals and Yuuzen.”
“…Is this the Supreme God’s will?”
“I’ll leave that to your imagination.”
The sudden shift to a respectful tone likely meant as much.
With a resigned gesture, he reluctantly nodded.
The god smiled sweetly and then clapped her hands.
“Well then, I’ll send you all home. Please try to forget about me as soon as you can.”
Clap!
Before we knew it, we were back in familiar lands.