Chapitre 132: Chapter 1: Epilogue
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What?
What just happened?
Who am I?
I definitely...
"Died."
"Oh, ugh!! Cough, gah...?!"
"Relax already. It's been six years since you had any kind of human form, after all. Of course you can't pronounce things properly yet. Start with simple sounds, nice and slow."
"Ahh...aaaugh...aaagh..."
Before my eyes, a woman is chugging cola straight from the bottle.
"Yes, exactly—you should always listen to the words of God, don't you think?"
It was the Goddess.
The one responsible for reincarnating me into that world. Why is she here now?
"I figured waiting around without explaining anything would be too tedious, so let me fill you in. From this point on, you're going to become a god yourself."
She grinned mischievously as she took a bite out of an apple seemingly conjured out of thin air.
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"Could you elaborate on that explanation, please?"
"In short, there's a shortage of divine hands available."
She tossed away the bright-red core of her apple.
When I gritted my teeth, a tingling sensation ran through my entire body. If what the Goddess said is true, this is the first solid food I've had in six years... Wait, why six years? Does that number have some significance?
"You're short on gods?"
"Nope, angels."
Angels tend to serve divine beings, right? It would make sense if she wanted me to become one of them, but just now, she clearly said "god." Or so it seemed.
"I see you heard that part."
"Of course."
"Angels exist to serve the gods, but the problem is they take their jobs too seriously. To put it simply, imagine the overworked corporate drones employed by Japan's notorious black companies in your old world."
"I really don't want to understand, but yeah, I get it."
In other words, these guys are so consumed with work that they have no personal lives whatsoever. And unlike those downtrodden office workers, they actually want to be in that state, which makes things even more complicated.
"So anyway, over the past few thousand years, angel birthrates have plummeted dramatically. If this continues for another two millennia, our work will start to suffer. Hence why the higher-ups tossed me this annoying case."
"With all due respect, couldn't you just give angels time off from their duties and encourage them to procreate?"
"Well, that's where the unique biology of angels comes into play. They grow with love as sustenance. Do you really think they'd feel any affection if their boss ordered them to 'Have sex now!'?"
"No... I suppose not. Anyway, I understand what you're saying, but I still don't see how it connects to my becoming a god."
"Oh, well then, take a look at this." As she spoke, the Goddess held out her palm containing a small sphere of shimmering milky light. It emitted a gentle glow, looking unmistakably like nothing more than a simple ball. Yet despite its apparent simplicity, there seemed to be something far greater within.
"Maria?!"
For some inexplicable reason, I just knew it was her. There could be no proof of that whatsoever.
"Oh-ho-ho, it seems your transformation into a god is progressing smoothly."
"Goddess! Th-that's...!"
"Your wife. Her soul, to be precise. Don't worry; she lived happily for about six years after you died and passed away peacefully at the end of her natural life not long ago."
"Ahh... Ahh...!"
"And though you never got to see them, she even held one of your great-grandchildren—a child born to your granddaughter—before she went. Isn't that something?"
"Maria, Mariaaa! Mari—ugh!"
"Can we get back on topic now?"
"My apologies..."
I got hit.
By something invisible. I had no idea what struck me, but my head hurt like hell...
"Angels can only be born from other angels. Even if two gods have children together, they'll still produce gods, not angels. But you two are special."
"We...?"
"Yes." The Goddess smiled.
I knew what she was going to say even before I heard it. I couldn't read her mind or anything, but based on the way this conversation had unfolded, I could predict where it was headed.
"You two will become one god. In exchange for having almost none of the powers typically possessed by deities, your child will inherit the ability to be reborn as an angel. Do you understand? Go forth and enjoy lots of cuddling and sex in this world, producing plenty of offspring!"
"Really?!"
I knew it!
Wait, seriously?! For real?! I can stay with Maria?! We can live together?!
"You've fulfilled the conditions. And frankly, we need you to ascend to godhood whether you like it or not."
"Really?! I'm in! Count me in! I'll become a god! Is that seriously all you're asking for?"
When she reincarnated me, Norma told me to live it up, but things have changed quite a bit due to circumstances on my end. She said as long as my desires were strong enough, everything would work out, but there weren't any specific conditions mentioned.
"You get reborn with cheat powers and enjoy a fulfilling sex life with a beautiful girl. But only one partner, mind you."
"That doesn't seem like much of a challenge..."
"Well, when men fall for just one woman, they tend to have normal levels of sexual desire. It's actually harder than you'd think to keep those urges under control. And among the 891 cases I've observed so far, you're the only guy who managed to sire dozens of children with a single partner!"
"But isn't the issue right now the low birthrate among angels? Wouldn't it be more efficient if I brought along my whole harem?"
"Personally, I enjoy watching men build harems, but that's not feasible this time around. Hmm... This might be hard for you to grasp, but bear with me: Let's say love and sexual desire have physical mass—like cake, hypothetically speaking. Even if the master of a harem loved all his women equally, he couldn't give each one their own whole cake. When attending to multiple partners at once, it would need to be divided evenly among them; when focusing solely on just one, no other members receive any portion. And without sharing, angels wouldn't properly come into being."
"But conversely, someone with average libido has such a small 'cake' that it becomes impractical from the start."
"That's right. It's not about good or bad—it simply comes down to efficiency when creating angels."
"So that's why they chose me?"
"And there's one more condition. During your lifetime, you must garner enough faith to potentially become divine."
"What?"
"When you declined becoming a hero, I thought you wouldn't meet this requirement, but what a surprising twist!"
"W-wait! I don't remember doing anything to...earn that kind of devotion."
"Oh? You know, Lucia? Your daughter made it easy for you to clear this one?"
"Lucia?!?"
"There was a time when you were worried, wondering if your daughter might have developed a crush on you, right?"
"Ugh..."
"It's more common than you'd think among reincarnations."
...It's true, I did wonder about that at one point.
I avoided addressing it directly because I figured confronting her would only confirm my suspicions and make things awkward. But somehow, I didn't think that was what was going on with her, though it's hard to explain exactly why.
"Well, here's the thing: The feelings she directed toward you weren't just about you as individuals but rather, the concept of 'you'—in other words, hardcore fangirling."
"F-fangirling...?"
"She idolized her parents...thinking they're totally awesome...to an extreme degree! That girl alone generated enough faith equivalent to hundreds of believers."
I-I mean... How should I put this?
"I was just a little creeped out."
"Could you please pretend you didn't hear that?"
"Ahem. Well then, now that my explanation is complete and we've reached an understanding—"
Instantly, Maria's soul resting on the Goddess's palm begins to glow intensely. The light is so blinding it forces me to close my eyes, but gradually, it subsides.
"Huh...?"
"A-ahhh...!"
Standing there before us...
"Is...isn't it...you?"
"Mariaaa!"
It was my beloved wife.
"Oh, right."
As I hugged her tightly, still calling her name over and over as if clinging to her, the Goddess casually interrupted with another request.
"Well, for starters, could you go ahead and create about ten thousand angels?"
She had thrown yet another impossible task at me.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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