The Foreigner on the Periphery

Hell of Disbelief (11)

‘Is that Asif?!’ 

It was an identification number that classified those who had committed crimes, so heinous that the committee could directly subdue them and subdue such prisoners. So far, no one had questioned the origin of the name. 

Did that mean, as the scriptures call it, “a sinner who did the greatest evil?” 

‘What was the identity of a prophet? Even if he is called Asif, he wouldn’t be a prisoner. At least, when he comes into contact with that race.’ 

This was because it was not a committee that would allow prisoners to freely roam around with outreach activities. 

‘I don’t know how old the scriptures describe the period. This is because the word Asif was used both as a general noun for a heinous sinner and as a proper noun for a prophet…’ 

That train of thought then continued.

‘It would be reasonable to assume that at least before the inmate system was created.’ 

Then, it would not be too much of a leap to think that the identification numbers given to prisoners later were influenced by the author. Such was an important person who had left a mark on history in one way or another. 

‘Then it must have influenced the naming of the first prisoners.’ 

Asif-1. The identification number mentioned at the bottom of the committee’s list of special duties. Minjun cast his eyes on the string created by the light. 

– 443. ((External Secret)) Obtain and submit the soul fragment of prisoner identification number ‘Asif-1’. Reward: 7 million talents 

‘No, considering the commonly used nomenclature… It is from the time the second was born that a number was added after the name. When he exists alone, that is, the first being is not assigned a number.’ 

When only ‘Asif-1’ existed in the entire universe, would he have been called ‘Asif-1’? or not··· Was it just called Asif? 

‘Yes, there is no evidence.’

While considering the various possibilities, the bishop recited the following sentence: “The village father said with emotion and joy, Prophet. Asif. It is Arona. How, then, do we serve that great being? With what shall we glorify the original race?” 

“The prophet Asif answered, ‘Strike their unconscious with unceasing prayer. Shake those who are buried in a deep sleep. Let them face you. Let the gaze of the dream rest on you.’” 

“The villager asked in confusion, ‘What to do next? What do you do after you get their attention?” 

“Asif the prophet answered, ‘A dream that is too sweet is hard to wake up from. Those whom you will serve are immersed in the happiest dreams; let them be clouded with nightmares. And so, I will lighten my sleep.” 

“The villager hesitated and asked, “What if they finally wake up?” 

“Asif the prophet laughed and answered, ‘All lies shall be destroyed.” 

Minjun soon realized that the worldview of Dreamland and the scriptures he had heard from Yohaim did not perfectly match. Rather than being opposed to each other, there was a lot more flesh to the version Jochaim spoke of. Perhaps later, doctrinal researchers added these amongst other interpretations. 

‘If you just pick out the facts the prophet said, this is it. The race that existed from the beginning is now asleep, and they have the ability to create anything through their dreams, and lies fall apart when they wake up.’ 

The modern Dreamland Church interpreted them as creators. The concept of ‘nothing’ would have been expanded to consider ‘everything,’ 

Also, if this world was the result of a dream, it would be a lie in a relative concept, so the word collapsing of lies seemed to mean the collapse of the world. 

‘The worship service is over.’ 

The bishop of the pulpit once again chanted. “In your dreams we dream of you.” 

The priests began to chant, “In your dreams we dream of you.” 

*** 

The bishop, who stood at the pulpit, then returned to his own room in the building. After that, Minjun secretly followed. 

At this moment, the door closed. “Huh! Who are you?!” 

He tried to counter it reflexively, but Minjun’s actions were faster. Whoops! The shadows from his back cover the room without even the slightest gap. 

Even the door, the wall, the window, and various household items were buried in the dark and invisible. Minjun was in a strange space covered with black waves all around. He looked at the bishop with his dagger. 

High and low, he began to pronounce in a low voice. “No matter what you do here, you can’t hear it, feel it, or see it outside.” 

“You are···!” 

Minjun then read the bishop’s face. That expression was not from the one who was confused because he could not guess the identity of the other person. He knew who he was, but he couldn’t understand why he was here, so he looked surprised. 

“Do you know me?” The bishop answered in a voice trying to assert himself. 

“Of course. You’re an agent hired by Bishop Joachim. Father… to bring the Patriarch to death.” 

Since he was a high-ranking member of the denomination, of course, information would have been shared. The bishop looked at the grunting shadow and said: “Our denomination is supported by the Old Dragon. No matter how much you harm or kill me…” 

Dragons belonged to a race with little chance of awakening divine power along with elves. The former was because it was difficult to accept the concept of worshiping a being greater than dragons, and the latter was because it was quite difficult to believe in an existence whose existence had not been perfectly proven on a plate that even the living could not believe and doubt. 

That was why the dragon supported the denomination that would scratch the itch. As long as the function and utility had been proven, there was no way that Caliether could unwillingly leave Dreamland. 

Also, since her sponsorship contract with her was limited to the parish of the district, she does not care whether there is a conflict with her main group.

“I have no intention of killing you. If you simply answer the question.” doesn’t kill However, even at the risk of friction with Callieter, he is prepared to mobilize radical methods. Happy Bugs can’t work for a priest. So you have to use primitive means, but torturing a priest is like sculpting granite with a teaspoon. So Minjun was guessing that today would be a very long day.

The agent holds out a dagger and asks. “Joachim, where are you? And tell all you know why that bastard jumped around with the patriarch’s head… and what he’s planning to do with it.”

The bishop’s face contorted, revealing complex emotions. “Do you know something too?” “I ask questions.” “Are you planning on finding Yoheim and handing it over to the aliens?”

“·················ogue.” The moment I took a step closer to my sword instead of answering. An unexpected answer came out of the bishop’s mouth. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything.”

“··········–?” Are you trying to get out of the situation with a lie? The bishop denies it. “I am acting as the Patriarch because I have the strongest divine power among the remnant. Because it is an absolute standard that no one can bet on. But that does not mean that all priests follow me.”

“Is that a division within the parish?” The bishop affirmed in silence. Only then did Min-jun understand why a member of the district parish who had obstructed the pursuit of Joachim by using a drug elf to come out cooperatively with him.

“You don’t want the Diocese of Earth to turn their backs on the cult of the other world.”

“that’s right.” A shadow is cast over his face, as if very tired.

“It’s better to just hand it over to the heretical judges. At this rate, the entire parish of the Earth may be branded as a heresy. ‘Negotiation’ can be done after that.”

However, it meant that some priests were determined to keep the patriarch’s head and keep Joachim from fleeing at any risk. Minjun couldn’t understand.

“Then why are Joachim and his followers so obsessed with hair?” “Because it is a token of a miracle.” He told what happened after Min-jun killed the patriarch. Joachim said he had returned to Frankfurt with his decapitated head, half-psychedelic.

“Even if he died, he emphasized several times while he was alive that the head of the body should not be buried or cremated. Joachim was trying to keep Yuji even after he went crazy.”

The high-ranking bishops arranged the funeral, keeping his death secret. Then the midterm happened. “Did a dead alien ever wake up again?” It was a silly question, though.

“·················ogue.” The bishop’s eyes fluttered. “I hope it can!” Minjun shouted as if there was no absurdity. It was he who cut off his neck. At that moment, he clearly saw the soul exiting the body. Moreover, that race is not even those who can be resurrected by cutting off their heads.

The bishop said confidently. “The Patriarch has opened his eyes again.” It is said that the process was very blessed and solemn. The eyelids and mouth opened, and a holy light that could not exist in this world exploded and filled the room.

The high-ranking priests who saw the scene were all moved by the sight and wept.

“It is the dawn of truth that cannot exist in this false world. Truly beautiful . . . the most beautiful brilliance I have ever seen!” Hearing that expression, Minjun thought of something. ‘Talent?!’

But it doesn’t make sense. If his spirit had cherished the talent, Minjun would have confirmed it earlier. What’s more, how does it stay in the head from which the soul has already departed? The bishop continues.

“Joachim was thrilled and spoke to the head of his father. Was it resurrected by a miracle of God? What did he see the moment he died. Will you continue to stay with us in the future?” But the head of the Patriarch, who came to his senses, said, instead of answering all the questions:

– Why am I still on Earth? Min-Jun’s eyes turned fierce.

The Patriarch. Joachim and his priests questioned the head, and the patriarch, who had not yet fully regained consciousness, finally spoke. And the following words angered several bishops, including Joachim. Long before his death, he was waiting for a certain cycle. As that time nears, the alien returns to his homeland. 

I was obsessed with having sex, and my impatience evolved into madness. His overriding goal was to return to his hometown alive. “If it’s a cycle, what?”

It seemed that an alien had muttered those words before he lost his life at his hands. He said, “I said there comes a cycle in which the sleep of the sleeping gods becomes shallow. We were shocked to hear that. Until then, he… had never said such a thing to us priests, let alone lay people. Neither did we find such a word in any of the sutras that were copied and handed over to us.”

As the interrogation continued, his head vomited the truth. “That is why the mad Patriarch . . . had sacrificed three high priests so horribly before he died. Praying that the god who saw it would perform a miracle and send him back to his hometown. So that he can set foot on his homeland before the cycle returns.” “No matter how crazy you are, that way…”

The bishop shakes his head. “All three of the dead were the ones he picked up when he was young and raised them like children … No, they were actually like children. What could be more terrifying than a father who kills and sacrifices his children for God? Moreover, they were all priests who received abundant blessings from God. I thought that it would have to be enough to attract the attention of the gods and create a great miracle.”

The reluctance that Min-jun felt when he heard their doctrine and the side effects he was worried about came to reality through the madman. “But in the end, Joachim put the brakes on it and the Patriarch died. Listening to the story after his resurrection, it seems that he accepted the last moment as joy instead of despair. Because I thought death was also the next best way to go home.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The best thing is to go back alive, but if that doesn’t work, I thought I would have to go back even if I died.” The agent’s expression hardened. “Yeah, I was expecting it. When he dies, his home plane will soon be unlocked.”

“The Patriarch was such an important person? Then, why didn’t he open the lock and bring him in?”

“It didn’t sound like that. In the closed state, all communications are blocked, so he predicted that his relatives from the parent dimension, who could not communicate with each other, would discover some abnormality after he died. And the means to determine the cause is…”

“Unlocking the lockdown and calling in all of our fellow aliens?” “okay. He expected that if he had already died, he would lead the body. That’s all his head said. As time passed after his resurrection, he shut his mouth again to see what he was thinking.” Minjun asked, trying to calm the throbbing headache.

“So, where is Joachim now?”

With a tired look on his face, the bishop said the name of a German port city. Hearing this, Minjun put on a surprised expression. He fled to the Czech Republic, but he dared not return to this country. He is furthermore the northernmost. The direction was completely different.

“Joheim sees the patriarch’s head as evidence of a miracle and is trying not to be taken away by the church. Even though he is a member of the church, he thinks that the people of the Earth have been discriminated against. We are ignoring all our inquiries about the ‘cycle’ and other hidden doctrines, and simply repeating a one-sided request to turn our heads.”

In their opinion, the Patriarch is a hypocrite who has been hiding and not telling some of his doctrines for decades. Suspicion that there might be more secrets besides the periodic lightening of God’s sleep naturally followed. There was a reason why some priests were angry with him and the extraterrestrial church with only the head left.

“All members of the church under God should be equal, but the parish and the patriarch discriminated against us because we were not of their own race.” racial discrimination against church members.

“They do not want to convey the truth fully. do you know Why are those extraterrestrials so greedy… what are they preparing for the upcoming cycle?” Minjun didn’t say anything out of his mouth.

I’m going to figure that out from now on.