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chapter 01
Record: November 11, 2020
The sky over the Kingdom of Ireland was as gray as if ashes had been scattered across it.
Clouds hung low, threatening to pour rain at any moment, and every gust of the damp wind made the bare trees shiver.
Despite it being November, the weather was unusually cold, and people dressed in black huddled against it.
“We are gathered here to mourn Miss Dyna El Tail.”
Only the man in the pristine white priest’s robe stood rigidly, speaking solemnly.
“Wasn’t the deceased’s name Ariel?”
“Ariel is the Baron’s daughter. The woman who died was his niece. They say she took the Tail surname because no one knew who her father was.”
Women in black veils whispered softly to each other.
The rest of the attendees stared blankly at the flowers on the coffin or fidgeted with their feet.
Even in the minds of Baron Tail, his wife, and Ariel at the front, there was no real mourning for Dyna.
The only thing occupying Baron Tail’s mind was the cost of the funeral.
His younger sister had run away because she hated an arranged marriage, returned years later with a child whose father was unknown, and then died shortly after giving birth.
The Baron felt neither pity for his sister nor his niece. Yet, unwilling to gain a reputation as a heartless man, he reluctantly took them in.
“Why run away if you don’t want trouble? You got what you deserved. The child can’t even be sent as a wife elsewhere… And now this funeral’s costing a lot too. Worthless.”
The Baron’s wife and Ariel only thought about going home soon and having some warm tea.
As everyone’s thoughts drifted, dark clouds began to release raindrops. The first few drops stained the coffin.
Drip. Drip.
With each drop, a sound came from the coffin. People hoped the eulogy would end quickly, but Priest Leman continued speaking.
Drip, drip, drip.
The rain grew heavier, and the sound of drops hitting the coffin grew louder.
Baron Tail noticed the tension rising among the attendees and cleared his throat.
What kind of connections did he have to make? We can’t afford their anger over some useless niece’s funeral.
“Hrm, Priest. The weather’s getting colder. Surely, the deceased would want those who came for her not to catch a cold.”
The priest glanced skyward and nodded. Meanwhile, the knocking on the coffin grew louder.
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
“It is time to send Miss Dyna to the Creator. Death is not the end, so do not grieve.”
As Priest Leman’s eulogy seemed to conclude, people relaxed slightly.
At that moment, the lid of the coffin flew open, scattering the flowers into the air.
A pair of thin legs kicked the lid away, shocking the crowd.
A pale white hand slowly rose and gripped the corner of the coffin tightly.
“Ahhh!”
“Eek!”
When the corpse moved, everyone screamed in unison. Reacting to the noise, a platinum-haired woman sat up in the coffin.
Her hair was disheveled, and her face showed no sign of blood or life.
“How much must you knock for it to open?”
The woman spoke coldly, whipping her head around, and people recoiled in terror.
Her eyes glowed golden—an almost unnatural color for humans—further terrifying the onlookers.
But when they looked again, the golden glow had changed to red-rimmed green eyes.
“Z-Zombie?”
“The priest blessed the corpse. Doesn’t that mean black magic can’t turn her into a zombie?”
As the corpse stood, people desperately wanted to flee, but their bodies trembled too much to move.
Priest Leman opened his mouth wide, staring into the air, and the fear in the crowd peaked.
If anything happened to the priest, they would be unprotected. Yet, contrary to their concern, Leman seemed filled with delight.
“Oh, Creator! The Creator has breathed life back into Miss Dyna. She is now a child of God!”
At Leman’s words, the crowd murmured. The platinum-haired woman furrowed her brows and muttered under her breath:
“Creator AC8 BillAEatEul… bird thing.”
The once-foolish Dyna had been resurrected as someone destined to be called a child of God.
Scholars tracking the actions of the child of God studied her utterances for a lifetime. Yet no one ever interpreted her words accurately. Ultimately, they concluded Dyna was expressing thanks to the Creator in a language only the divine could understand.
“Creator AC8 BillAEatEul bird thing…”
I twirled my hair, muttering.
My natural hair was a sparkling purple, but the strands I ran my fingers through now were platinum, shimmering almost like silver.
I rose and walked to the vanity, where a radiant beauty appeared.
The platinum hair flowed down to her shoulders like waves. Her skin was so pale it seemed almost translucent, and her large green eyes seemed to contain all of spring.
“Everyone cursed at me for possession… yet here I am, being possessed.”
I clicked my tongue and turned. On the table were objects piled high: holy water, relics, flowers, clothes—sent by the temple, thinking me a child of God.
A child of God, and yet… I’m 100% a pure, orthodox deity.
I recalled the situation where I had ended up inhabiting a human body.
“Excuse me? You brought back the wrong soul with the same name? In this day and age of advanced systems, who makes that mistake?”
The Creator scratched their silver curls.
“For privacy, I won’t reveal the name.”
“Soon enough, it’ll spread anyway. But are you really telling me this now? Before the funeral, shouldn’t we return that soul to its body immediately?”
“I can’t. That soul has already reincarnated.”
“Already?!”
Any being with sufficient merit can reincarnate. The number of reincarnation options varies by merit, but even with many options, souls deliberate seriously—sometimes for over a year. Yet this one already reincarnated?
“Yes. Chose immediately.”
“That’s an even bigger problem. But why tell me, a spirit-recovery officer, all this?”
“Various mistakes and coincidences aligned, but it worked out. When I spun the lottery, you were the lucky one. I’ll send you on a journey to the human world. However…”
The Creator’s silver eyes gleamed as they looked at me.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I frowned.
“Human world trips are all the rage these days, think of it as work and play.”
That’s why bosses get cursed in both the human and divine worlds. And this isn’t something you can just play at!
I frowned. Five years from now, possessed beings would cause the destruction of this world.
When I first heard this, I was confused. Yes, some possessed beings had appeared and caused chaos, but none destroyed the world.
“Suddenly this world will collapse because of possessed beings… in five years?”
Muttering to myself, a silver-haired, curly boy appeared in the air.
He resembled the Creator but had a cold, cynical aura, unlike the Creator’s playful demeanor.
The tiny boy’s low, sarcastic voice filled the air:
{We do not yet know if the possessed will directly destroy the world or just provide the catalyst. Have you already forgotten what the Creator said?}
Created for me—someone ignorant of the human world—he acted as an assistant.
{Please give me a name. Calling me “assistant” is inconvenient.}
“Name? How about Tommy?”
{Tch, hastily chosen…}
Tommy frowned, looking away, but when I stared, he smiled again.
{My name will be Tommy. You can convey thoughts to me directly, so you don’t have to babble to empty air like a mad human.}
He added that only I could perceive him and hear his voice.
While Tommy chattered about reporting to the Creator weekly, the door suddenly swung open.
A tall woman with long, dark blonde hair strode in, looking only at me—ignoring Tommy entirely.
{Dyna’s cousin, Ariel Molga Tail.}
I repeated the name as Tommy spoke:
“Ariel Molga Tail.”
When I called her full name, Ariel gave me a strange look, then glanced at the piled items on the table.
“A child of God? Hilarious. You don’t know anything. Right, Dyna?”
Ariel flipped her palms and snorted loudly.
I observed Ariel carefully from head to toe.
She was pretty enough but didn’t bother hiding jealousy or envy. Seems she didn’t get along with Dyna.
When I showed no reaction, Ariel squinted, then smiled slyly.
“I brought this from the things you were going to discard, thinking you were dead. You always carried it with you.”
Always carried it? I reached for the notebook, but Ariel raised her arm.
“When someone gives you something, you should say thanks. Still clueless, huh?”
Annoying tone aside, it was common courtesy to thank someone. I complied.
“Thanks.”
“…?”
Ariel tilted her head, then lowered her arm.
I opened the notebook anywhere. On the left page were drawings and messy writing, like a child’s.
<Today uncle had a meal with a kind old man. I was excited and forgot not to act up, so I was playful. It was fun. The food was delicious.>
It looked like a five-year-old’s illustrated diary.
On the right page were various shapes: squares, triangles, circles. At first glance, random scribbles, but I recognized the hidden meaning.
<Uncle invited a rich, old man to dinner. Trying to sell me as his wife? I acted like a child as usual, picked up a carrot from the floor and laughed, and he ran away.>
God understands and can use any language.
If a being cannot understand speech, nothing progresses. Hence, all languages are understood from the start.
Dyna’s secret language was instantly interpreted.
Flipping another page, two girls—likely Ariel and Dyna—held hands and laughed. Below was a short caption:
<Ariel gave me food. Good.>
But the right page told a different story:
<Ariel gave me a dirt-covered cookie. She said cookies taste better with dirt. Damn it.>
Every page revealed Dyna’s raw emotions.
<Even now, pretending to be foolish, they’re trying to sell me to a rich old man. What happens when they see I’m not foolish?>
<I want to grab some money and run, but there’s nothing of value where I can go. My body is too weak to run away blindly.>
<That father bastard I don’t even know thinks dumping everything is enough? Curse him.>
Though pretending to be a fool, Dyna was sharp, cynical, and realistic.
Finally free from a hopeless reality, she reincarnated immediately.
As I pondered Dyna, Ariel’s voice sounded:
“How did you fake your death? Even a worm can roll; seems you have some brains after all.”
Ariel tilted her chin up, looking down on me—precisely, Dyna.
If she had faked death, the doctor or priest would have noticed immediately. Did she dislike Dyna so much she wanted to deny even that?
