Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint
Chapter 351: The King Who Kills Others, The God Who Kills Himself (7)

The one who appeared bearing the name of the Golden Lord was a young boy.

There was no sense of nobility or overwhelming presence about him.

His youthful face was filled with nothing but curiosity and a thirst for discovery.

The boy ran out of the village hall, ringing a bell as he went, and eagerly boasted about his latest creation.

“It’s a machine for harvesting corn! It was designed to operate using only pistons, as requested. No one but the Dominarch can make it move!”

Hector looked around urgently as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Is it complete, my Lord? Where is it?”

“It’s right there, Hector. Can’t you see it?”

“Where….”

Hector traced the Golden Lord’s finger.

It pointed to the lush cornfield, there was nothing there except a dense thicket of corn.

At least, for now.

“Watch closely.”

At that moment, the Golden Lord took a single step forward.

As he did, the space he had pointed to began to change.

The corn, which had been swaying gently in the wind, suddenly disassembled all at once.

The tightly packed kernels, the long silken threads beneath, the broad leaves, and the fibrous stalks — everything that made up the corn was broken down.

Mother Earth’s divine providence was no more than a collection of mechanical parts before his presence.

Every component was exposed, sliced, and separated.

The deconstructed components floated in midair, neatly arranged by type.

The Golden Lord took another step forward and spoke once more.

“Over there.”

The disassembled materials suddenly began to intertwine.

Fibers were used to form pillars, leaves wrapped around them, corn kernels stacked like blocks, and silks wove through them like threads.

This process repeated itself thousands — no, millions — of times, meticulously and systematically assembling something new.

By the time he took his final step, it was complete.

“There it is.”

The Golden Lord is the truth and the god of this land.

Whatever he says becomes reality.

Where once only corn had stood was now a massive machine three times their size.

Although it was crafted from corn, it was as strong as the toughest steel.

The Golden Lord was no longer limited by the material he used.

If he envisioned a property, it manifested.

If he conceived a design, it was created exactly as he imagined.

Even if it didn’t exist in this world.

Even if humanity had not yet discovered it.

Hector broke into a cold sweat as he gazed upon the machine that had appeared out of thin air like a lie.

“I-Is that it…? How do I operate it?”

The Golden Lord sighed in mild exasperation.

“Do I really have to explain that too? Just try moving it around.”

The Dominarch’s Unique Magic was to apply pressure to steel.

The smoother and more uniform the surface, the greater his ability efficiency which is why he often used pistons in his tools.

Simply put, his ability was practically useless on irregularly shaped objects since the pressure would cancel itself out.

｢I don’t see any pistons, though… Guess I’ll have to try it.｣

Hector activated his Unique Magic, even though he had no idea how the machine was structured.

He just recklessly applied force to it.

Then, the machine took a breath.

Air was sucked into the machine.

Its body swelled as though it were alive, puffing up and then shrinking back down.

The wheels rolled forward with a dull, heavy rumble, pulling in corn stalks.

The machine harvested only the corn kernels while leaving the stalks behind, perfectly restored to their original state.

How it managed to do this, Hector had no idea.

So, naturally, neither did I.

Mind Reading only works on people who actually know what they’re thinking.

“H-How is this possible…?”

Hector, a master alchemist and one of the Primarchs of the Fallen Dominion, was utterly awestruck.

Despite his skills and mastery of alchemy, he couldn’t even begin to comprehend the mechanism of the machine that the Golden Lord had created in mere moments.

To design such a machine from scratch was difficult, but figuring out its structure after seeing it in action should have been several times easier.

The fact that Hector was still baffled spoke to the immeasurable gap in ability between him and the Golden Lord.

He muttered in reverence, but the Golden Lord simply waved it off, as if it were too much trouble to explain.

“Because I designed it that way. Satisfied now?”

Having lost interest in Hector, the Golden Lord turned toward Elric.

With a radiant smile, he approached her and gave Hector a displeased glance.

“Your Majesty, I beg your forgiveness, but… can we really entrust him with the food supply of the Golden Empire? There’s a saying to never put all eggs into one basket. What if he monopolizes all the food with my machine and only fattens himself?”

“I guarantee it. He will never betray us.”

“…If Your Majesty says so, I will be at ease, but I must say, his abilities leave me unconvinced.”

“It’s only because you are too exceptional, Demo. Compared to you, who wouldn’t fall short?”

With that, Elric reached out and embraced the Golden Lord.

Her left hand lovingly ruffled his hair and her right hand tenderly stroked his cheek.

In response, the Golden Lord smiled blissfully, as if he had just been given the entire world.

His demeanor toward Hector and Elric couldn’t have been more different.

Gone was the supreme being who had toyed with the world according to his whim.

In his place was a mere boy, reveling in the warmth of the person he adored.

I watched their display and couldn’t help but feel something akin to disgusted awe.

If Elric were a living human being and if she were hugging him of her own will, I might have been willing to step aside and let them have their moment of love in privacy.

But knowing that both the one embracing and the one being embraced were fabricated puppets only made the scene all the more disturbing.

“You’ve done well, Demo.”

“Ah, ah, no! Compared to Your Majesty, this is but a trivial trick!”

“With you here, I can breathe a little easier. You are truly a blessing to this kingdom.”

“Not at all!”

The Golden Lord grasped Elric’s hands with both of his own and shook his head desperately.

“If not for Your Majesty… If you hadn’t found me… I wouldn’t even exist! The greatest blessing to this Golden Empire is not me but our magnificent, brilliant king!”

“Demo…”

“To repay that grace, I will do anything you command, Your Majesty! No matter what it is!”

What’s the point of criticizing him now?

He’s already pitiful enough.

It would be too cruel to mock him on top of that.

Whatever my personal opinion may be, the boy and the woman were bound together by a deep and inseparable bond.

Even after death, that bond remained unbroken.

Now, it was all crystal clear.

The one called the Golden Lord was no more.

But the Golden Lord was the manifestation of the Divine of Alchemy — The Monster of Logic capable of creating all things in the world.

If he were to “transmute” the Golden Empire within the scope of his Unique Magic, what would happen?

The lands of the Golden Empire, its buildings, its castles and cities, its landscapes — even its people.

If he were to transmute them all one by one and decorate the world around himself…

If he even recreated the king he loved, keeping her by his side…

If he crafted a stage upon which he could dance as he pleased…

Then, at the very least, the world that surrounds him would be the most ideal version of the Golden Empire in all of history.

The fortress we saw, the city, the cornfields, and all the bits and pieces of scrap scattered around — it’s all proof that he is trying to recreate the Golden Empire.

To him, the Fallen Dominion is nothing more than a nation that intruded on the former territory of the Golden Empire.

A dumping ground for his discarded tools.

Incredible.

If alchemy can reach such heights, it seems even something like this is possible.

If the world were a little smaller, he might have recreated the entirety of Creation itself.

As the two gazed at each other affectionately, they shifted the subject to something new.

“A brief holiday would be too short, but unfortunately, we do not have time. Demo, something urgent has come up.”

“What is it? Please, tell me! I will prepare anything you need!”

Elric muttered as she turned her gaze toward me.

“A weapon to eliminate the enemies of the Golden Empire.”

Well, I suppose that makes sense.

This space is just a miniature garden, a mock-up recreation of the Golden Empire that the Golden Lord built to satisfy himself.

There’s no need to calculate profit and loss.

Even if it’s destroyed, he can just build it again.

In truth, the Golden Lord probably doesn’t even care whether or not war breaks out.

If something else catches his interest, he might even agree to a truce.

But… perhaps “pride” was also an ingredient of the Golden Empire

With powers akin to those of a god, he has no reason to back down from a fight.

“A w-weapon… you say?”

“Yes, Demo. War is coming. The stench of blood riding the flow of steel will fill the air, but if you craft a weapon for us, only the enemy’s blood will be spilled.”

“…”

I know enough now.

But what do I do?

With the power to summon Juggernauts out of thin air, the Golden Lord is no mere threat — he’s like a god.

Honestly, it’s overwhelming.

Even though the Military State surpasses the Fallen Dominion in every other field, if the Golden Lord decides to take things seriously, the entire Military State could charge at him and it still wouldn’t be enough.

The Regressor once said that, in a previous timeline, the Military State defeated the Fallen Dominion in just seven days.

How?

How did they manage that?

Was the key to victory perhaps… ignoring the Golden Palace and taking out the other Primarchs instead?

If that’s the case, then maybe it’s not impossible.

After all, what the Military State really needs is not the Golden Lord’s submission — it’s the resources scattered across the Fallen Dominion.

Judging from what I’ve seen, it doesn’t look like the Primarchs have much interaction with the Golden Palace aside from the Dominarch, Hector, who handles the food supply.

If Yuel were to use her Clairvoyance to locate the Primarchs’ positions, then with a series of rapid hit-and-run raids, the Military State could eliminate them one by one.

This is probably what Hilde had in mind as well.

…Wait a second.

What if the reason the Military State won the war in the previous timeline was…

Because they struck first without wasting time.

“If I create a weapon… will it help Your Majesty?”

“Greatly.”

“…Then I will create it. A weapon.”

Oh no.

Regressor.

You said you were going to negotiate for a truce.

You even went as far as to visit the Golden Palace yourself.

But now…

The Golden Lord is about to create a weapon.

If the Golden Lord creates a weapon, then…

No matter how you think about it, the Military State has no chance of winning.

What are you going to do about this?

Get over here and fix this, right now!

“Sky Blade Art: Meteor Shower!”

The sky of the fake world shattered.

The veil that obscured the palace was ripped apart.

A figure came crashing down like a meteor from the sky.

No, “like a meteor” isn’t a metaphor.

It was literally a meteor.

Jizan, trailing a fiery tail behind it, fell from the sky, piercing the earth like it was made of jelly.

Even the solid ground couldn’t stop it.

The impact distorted the land itself, sending shockwaves through the ground.

The shock was so powerful that even Elric and the Golden Lord staggered.

From amidst the chaos, a voice filled with pride echoed as someone stood up.

“Found it. So this is the Golden Palace! Never thought it’d be hidden in a cornfield… Huh? Hughes?”

Come to think of it, what even is a god?

If it’s someone who shatters both heaven and earth, then we’ve got one right here!

Alright, I’ll believe it.

Regressor, you’re a hero.

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