Need help?

 

Don’t I look desperate to you right now?!

 

Can you not sense the desperation of a tiny creature because you’re so high up?!

 

I can’t breathe.

 

My consciousness is fading away.

 

I’m barely holding on, but I’m already at my limit.

 

[It’ll be hard to talk like this.]

 

The moment the message appeared, my vision darkened and the pressure I’d been feeling around my neck disappeared.

 

What happened?

 

When my vision returned, I was bewildered by the sudden change in the surrounding scenery.

 

A pure white space where nothing existed.

 

I was floating in the middle of it.

 

Where am I?

 

Is this the afterlife?

 

Did the alchemist strangle me to death?

 

[Don’t worry. You’re not dead yet.]

 

A message from the Lord appeared along with a notification sound.

 

“Then where is this?”

 

I was surprised after saying the words myself.

 

This is ridiculous.

 

For normal words to come out of my mouth.

 

If it were normal, I would have said something like you’re an incompetent piece of trash or a piece of trash worse than an evil spirit.

 

[I thought it would be difficult to have a conversation there, so I only summoned your spirit.]

 

So, you created a space for conversation with your power?

 

Since you only summoned my spirit, it shouldn’t be affected by skills.

 

If something like this was possible, how nice it would have been if you had summoned me a long time ago and opened a space for conversation.

 

Then I wouldn’t have had to go through this near-death crisis.

 

You fucking masochistic, incompetent god.

 

Did you really want to hear Mesugaki’s criticism that much?!

 

[I’ll ask again, do you need help?]

 

“Of course, I do. I don’t want to die yet.”

 

The reason I’ve trained so desperately for the past few months is solely to survive.

 

I don’t want to die.

 

It’s unfair that I possessed the Mesugaki’s body, but I can’t die a pitiful death like this.

 

[If you want, I can save you.]

 

“Of course.”

 

[But know this, there is no miracle in this world without a price.]

 

The moment I saw the message that came to mind, I burst out laughing.

 

Aha.

 

It wasn’t that they couldn’t help me, but that they didn’t want to help me.

 

The gods in Soul Academy are neither omnipotent nor omniscient.

 

Furthermore, they are not unconditionally good.

 

They simply possess overwhelming power compared to humans, but they have a tendency to be closer to transcendence than gods.

 

They are extremely powerful human beings.

 

The same is true now.

 

If this sinister, sloppy god Armadi were simply a good god, he would have helped me before this mess got out of hand.

 

But he didn’t.

 

He waited for the moment when the value of his help would be the highest and showed up.

 

And then he shamelessly asked me if I needed help.

 

The intention behind his words was so obvious that I couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“What do you want?”

 

[I only want one thing from you. I want you to be my apostle.]

 

“Why?”

 

The moment I heard the sloppy god’s conditions, a question naturally came out.

 

I couldn’t understand why.

 

I know that being an apostle of God isn’t simply determined by piety.

 

But there are limits to that.

 

What kind of person am I?

 

Lucy is someone who doubts the existence of God and insults believers.

 

She is an unbeliever who is completely distant from the word faith.

 

Why do you want to make such a person an apostle?

 

There must be many people in the world who are better than me right now?

 

Armadi.

 

What on earth are you looking at?

 

[Does God need a reason to choose an apostle?]

 

You have no intention of answering me?

 

Ha.

 

This is why I hate the gods of Soul Academy.

 

I wanted to tell the shameless Armadi to eat shit, but I couldn’t do that right now.

 

“Okay, let’s do it. I’ll become your apostle.”

 

Because I had no choice.

 

If this crappy god doesn’t help me, the end I’ll reach is a dog’s death.

 

Even if the deal Armadi was proposing was a devil’s offer to drag me into hell, I had to accept it.

 

[The deal is made.]

 

As soon as I read that message, I woke up and found myself lying on the stone floor.

 

The alchemist who was trying to use me as a test subject was gone.

 

The Argos who surrounded us were gone.

 

All that was left were the glowing stones illuminating the room and a huge hole in the middle of the room.

 

This was… the boss room of ‘Where the Alchemist Stayed’?

 

I turned my gaze following the breathing I could hear next to me and saw Joy and Jacob sleeping.

 

The two of them had relaxed expressions, as if they had forgotten the disaster they had just experienced.

 

Even a crappy god would be considerate to this extent.

 

Ha.

 

I did my best.

 

From now on, I’ll leave out the incompetence, you sloppy Armadi.

 

<Girl, what kind of miracle happened just now?>

 

‘What happened?’

 

<The moment I thought you were on the verge of death, light enveloped us and teleported here. It was as if God had performed a miracle.>

 

What Grandpa thinks is right.

 

Since I had no reason to lie, I told Grandpa what had just happened.

 

Of course, I left out the many blasphemous thoughts I had had.

 

If I told Grandpa, a knight who believed in Armadi, what I had been thinking inside, he would have been in a state of shock.

 

<Armadi must have shown mercy.>

 

‘The fact that I was chased by the alchemist. It’s all because of Armadi.’

 

<Huh, how blasphemous. You rascal.>

 

So what if I’m a little blasphemous?

 

That sloppy Lord made me an apostle even though he knew all this stuff anyway.

 

What.

 

“Test subject! Where are you going!”

 

While I was bickering with my grandfather, a disgusting voice came up my spine from below.

 

The floor I was standing on began to vibrate, and I could hear something moving through the hole in the middle.

 

<Girl! You have to move!>

 

‘I know!’

 

That alchemist bastard is as disgusting as he looks.

 

If he’s the boss of the dungeon, he should stay in his own dungeon.

 

How far are you going to chase me, you stalker!

 

I hurriedly picked up Joy and Jacob on my shoulders.

 

We have to run.

 

As far as we can get away from that bastard’s pursuit.

 

Since I had the map of the dungeon in my head, I could buy some time if I escaped through the hidden passages.

 

As I was thinking that I saw tentacles rising up through the hole in the floor of the boss room.

 

Ha.

 

Shit.

 

Is it too late?

 

I dropped the two people I had been carrying on my shoulders to the ground and raised my shield and mace.

 

And soon after, the alchemist wearing a giant cloak appeared.

 

The moment I saw those red eyes, my breath caught in my throat.

 

A cold fear crawled up my spine and consumed my body.

 

How long could I hold out?

 

“If you were going to run away, you should have gone further away.”

 

That’s right.

 

Damn Armadi.

 

I take back what I said just now.

 

Armadi, you’re an incompetent and sloppy god.

 

And not just any idiot, you’re a sloppy idiot.

 

You idiot!

 

If you’re going to save me, you should have sent me to the safest place possible!

 

You idiot!

 

[Do you think I didn’t expect this?]

 

As I was swearing inwardly, a message window appeared in front of me as if it had heard me.

 

“Miss! Duck your head!”

 

At the same time, the voice of Karl rang in my ear.

 

I moved my body before I could think.

 

What should be called an energy sword passed over my bowed head.

 

The sword energy easily cut down the tentacles that were approaching me, but it didn’t lose its momentum.

 

“Hmm!”

 

A slurring sound flowed from the alchemist who had received the energy sword with his staff.

 

As if sensing a crisis, the alchemist immediately tried to use his ominous magic power to weave a magic circle, but by that time, the sword had already reached him.

 

As Karl swung his sword, the tentacles supporting the alchemist’s body were cut off.

 

Having lost what was holding him up, the alchemist fell back down into the dungeon where he had been staying.

 

“Miss, it’s okay.”

 

“I’m okay, so go and take care of that disgusting idiot!”

 

What kind of saviour are you acting like by showing up so late!

 

“If you have a chance to talk, swing your sword one more time and finish that guy off!”

 

When I shouted that, Karl smiled and said yes, and without a moment’s hesitation, threw himself down into the dungeon.

 

…

 

As someone who runs Soul Academy, this situation is extremely regrettable.

 

It’s unfortunate that Soul Academy, which boasts a long history, couldn’t even prepare for such a variable.

 

This incident was resolved without any problems thanks to the excellent leadership of the daughter of the Partran family, but if we had done something wrong, three nobles taking the entrance exam could have died.

 

Our Soul Academy…

 

Jude Alber, the principal of Soul Academy, sighed for the hundredth time today while reading letters from other academies.

 

Since the accident at the academy’s entrance exam yesterday, Jude had been organizing these types of letters.

 

The types of people who sent letters were diverse.

 

Parents of Soul Academy.

 

Other academies.

 

The palace.

 

The church.

 

The academic society.

 

It seemed that everyone related to Soul Academy was waiting for a response to this incident.

 

Whenever Jude read these letters, she would make this excuse in her head.

 

It was the first time in history that the evil god Agra had intervened in the academy’s exam, so how could she have prepared for it?

 

However, Jude did not let that thought out of her mind.

 

No matter how well it was resolved, it was clear that someone almost died due to Soul Academy’s lack of preparation.

 

As the principal of Soul Academy, she had to take responsibility for this.

 

This is really….

 

As she was writing down her reply with his quill pen, someone knocked on the door.

 

“Come in.”

 

The one who opened the door and came in was her secretary, who had dark circles under her eyes from working all day yesterday.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“Principal, Young Lady Lucy wants to see you.”

 

Young Lady Lucy was one of the people involved in the accident that happened in the dungeon yesterday, wasn’t she?

 

“Ask her to come in. No. I’ll have to go out myself.”

 

Young Lady Lucy was the victim of this incident.

 

Therefore, Jude Alber, who was in charge of this incident, should have been polite to her.

 

Putting down her quill pen, she got up from her seat, passed her secretary, and went out of the room.

 

“Hello, Old Principal.”

 

Lucy Allen, who was waiting outside, greeted Jude politely as soon as she saw her, but at the same time, she hurled insulting remarks.

 

“I came to complain about the accident that happened at this shabby academy.”