NOVEL'S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak-Chapter 90: Are you a god?

As Ravien advanced, the sky slowly darkened. The black figure looming on the horizon grew more colossal with each step, its shadowy silhouette becoming clearer by the second.

Though its body seemed still, the shadows around it trembled and shifted constantly—as if its form was about to morph into something else entirely. No matter how close Ravien got, he couldn’t quite grasp what he was looking at.

"If this world harbors beings like that," he muttered through gritted teeth, "then this can’t be just an ordinary novel anymore."

At that moment, Asogi came to a halt at a rise just ahead of the village. His face was unreadable, but a subtle flicker stirred behind his eyes. Something was rising from within—foreign, yet strangely familiar. The energy tearing through the sky felt different, but the vibration inside... it was identical to what he had felt from Juuhra.

"This feeling," Asogi thought, eyes locked on the dark entity, "it’s exactly the same unsettling resonance Juuhra radiates. Every creature my father created carries a trace like this... But I’ve never seen one like this before. I have no memory of him making anything like it."

He narrowed his eyes, standing still. Calm but alert, not straining his body or scattering his thoughts. For now, all he needed to do was watch.

Meanwhile, Juuhra drifted silently through the sky. The shadows of his wings cast over the castle walls and stone roads of the village, yet his eyes stayed fixed on the entity. Moving through the swirling clouds with silent grace.

"Another damn headache," Juuhra thought. His face was blank, but a weary frustration lurked beneath his eyelids. "From my father’s lingering memories, I can guess what this is. It’s connected to him. Undeniably. But I can’t place it... and thinking about it exhausts me."

There was no point in questioning further. Juuhra wouldn’t deal with this one. For now, flying was enough. Understanding, intervening, deciding... that was for Asogi—and his father.

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(POV: Ravien)

I finally reached it. Five, maybe six meters ahead of me. A creature made of pitch-black liquid, four-legged and shapeless. Its body was a tangled mess of heads, eyes, and mouths. So grotesque, so chaotic that any ordinary person would’ve either vomited or lost his mind on sight.

But I didn’t feel that way. I wasn’t repulsed. I wasn’t afraid. Quite the opposite... I felt a strange closeness. So intense that I didn’t even want to fight. It was the same inexplicable connection I felt with Juuhra and Asogi XZ.

When it noticed me, it froze. Every one of those eyes turned toward me, one by one. Not looking into my eyes—but into me. It felt like it was scanning my entire being, feeling every cell in my body. And I... just stood there and watched it.

I didn’t run. Didn’t try to speak. We stared at each other for minutes. But the silence wasn’t tense—it felt like two pieces of a shattered whole had finally reunited.

Then something unexpected happened. One of its mouths spoke—muffled but fluent:

"Are you a god?"

A god? That question hit from out of nowhere. My face didn’t even twitch, but my mind echoed with a single thought: What about me, in this state, makes it think I’m a god?

"So you can speak," I said, keeping my voice steady. "You just asked, ’Are you a god?’ What do you mean by that?"

The creature paused briefly before speaking again:

"The one who created me... that divine being. The one who gave me life. Who would keep me close, give me purpose... love me."

My mind was in chaos. The one who created it? I had no memory of making something like this. Could there be something in this body’s past I don’t know? Maybe the body’s former owner did?

"Alright," I said, making my tone inquisitive. "Why do you believe it was me who created you? Your voice makes it sound like you’re certain."

Then... the creature chuckled softly. A genuine laugh echoed from all its mouths. Then it said:

"My god... you don’t remember me? Or are you testing me? It’s impossible for you to forget! I’m the Beloved Goat of God. The closest to the Divine."

Everything was spiraling into madness. This creature truly believed, without a shadow of doubt, that I had created it. Yet I had no memory of it. Maybe I could reveal its origins by steering the conversation subtly.

"If I did create you, then tell me about your birth. If you’re real, you should know. If you’re fake, your lie will crack instantly."

The creature’s form began to shift. The black liquid turned into dozens of thin human hands, all reaching toward me, trembling—ready to share memories of the past.

"My god... this was my first form. You made me like this. I couldn’t dare approach you in that state. So I grew... I got stronger... I devoured... I devoured everything... Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!"

Suddenly, all its mouths began to bleat. The sound was so intense, it felt like my eardrums were exploding from the inside. Warm blood dripped from my ears. Timmy on my head trembled and warped.

He wrapped around my hair to protect me. When the sound stopped, my hearing returned, and Timmy returned to normal.

I tried to calm down. Based on what it had said, I searched my memory. That hand form... if that was its origin, I must’ve created a hand. I closed my eyes. Took a deep breath. Thought in silence.

And I remembered.

Faur. No... not that one. This was one of the defenders of the Trash Eater. During the war, the others died, but this one survived. I think... his arm was torn off. He was crying in agony. In that moment... I gave him an arm. It wasn’t intentional; just a fleeting act of mercy.

But apparently, that arm came to life—and formed its own consciousness.

This creature... was that arm.

I couldn’t let it know I remembered. I had to keep playing the game. If I could control something with this much power... it would be flawless.

"Correct answer," I said, smiling as I kept my tone calm. "I did create you. But... how did you reach this form?"

The shapes on its body began to transform. Now it wasn’t just hands; small trees, animals, a miniature castle, human figures... women, men, young girls... images resembling an entire life flowed from its body.

"My god... at first, I was weak and mindless. When I opened my eyes, I was inside a human structure. Someone tried to destroy me—but I escaped. Reached a forest. Then... I started taking over bodies.

I couldn’t stop myself. I devoured. Everything. When I finally took over a human body... I began to think. I remembered you. You had to be the one who created me. You had to be my god. And the thing closest to a god... had to be a goat."

It fixed its gaze on me.

"My name is Kheret. I am the Goat of God."

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