Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 383: It Didn’t Fall From the Sky - 4

“What nonsense. If this is the best argument you could come up with after sneaking in here, I’m disappointed.”

I almost couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

The Thunder Overseer had shown signs of human turmoil just moments ago. But now, like a lightning strike, all her doubts had vanished beyond the horizon of her awareness, leaving behind only the Overseer.

As if she were no longer human at all.

“Replacing the flesh with something artificially made by humans—this is the Second Forbidden Act, the Great Sin of Grafting. Even heretical magicians treat the dilemma of homunculi with caution. And you’re telling me to overlook that? To let the entire Allied Nations fall into the Golden Mirror’s grasp? To abandon the dignity that makes humans human?”

Her head tilted slightly, and the lightning flowing through her body began to converge. But the direction of that convergence felt... off.

A bright yellow ring rose above her head. It resembled the halo of an angel, but the unstable currents crackling through it gave off an unsettling hum.

“Better to live a life of pain than to lower one’s status as a human.”

With her overwhelming power and arrogance, she might as well have been an angel.

Except she wasn’t channeling an angel’s form—she was turning her own body into one, using lightning as the medium.

And here she was, lecturing me about dignity, even though she was the least human thing in the room. The irony was killing me.

“Look at yourself. Your body is already infused with the Golden Mirror’s crops, isn’t it? You’ve been using that power without restraint, and yet you forbid others from doing the same? You’re just kicking the ladder away after climbing up yourself!”

“That’s why I must be exceptional. Otherwise, instead of admiring my body and authority, humans would covet it. They’d all scramble to stuff their bodies with the Golden Mirror’s excrement. And if everyone gained the same power as me, the world’s order would collapse like a house of cards!”

Her hair lifted as if it were being pulled upward by the electric ring above her. It looked like the wings of an angel—or maybe strings controlling a marionette.

Staring at me with eyes burning with the light of lightning, the Thunder Overseer spoke again, her voice tinged with newfound divine purpose.

“Do you truly believe it’s fine for humans to abandon their dignity, King of Humans?”

Seriously? At this rate, even a random pebble rolling by is going to recognize me and ask how I’m doing. Why not put up posters while you’re at it?

Claudia didn’t have any proper temples, thanks to the nearby Mist Duchy, and the Thunder Overseer had likely never even seen one. She probably didn’t even know theology existed as a formal study.

But now, after receiving her revelation, she was a devout believer—perhaps even more so than the rest.

Chosen by fate, granted this opportunity and power, she had become the Thunder Overseer.

“You’re part of the Sacred Sword Order, aren’t you? Damn it, I should’ve known.”

The Sacred Sword Order—an elite force under the Holy Crown Church, chosen directly by fate.

No one commands them to join. They don’t even volunteer. They simply live their lives like ordinary people until one day they realize—

They are the Sacred Sword Order, chosen by fate, and the only ones who can truly understand them are the gods.

A power gained by chance. A doctrine they came to believe. Values they protected. Dreams they wished to achieve.

One day, they realize that it all existed long before they knew it—and they devote themselves to the revelation.

“A king who should protect human dignity has instead abandoned it. You should never have existed.”

Wow. Talk about cruel.

Did I ask to be born? Did I ask to disappear? I snapped back.

“This is what happens when you give things ridiculous names. Just because I’m called the King of Humans doesn’t mean I’m actually a king! The kind who orders people around? That’s just a human invention.”

You people expect too much from me. I can’t grant your wishes.

I was the King of Beasts—when humans were still beasts. I represented all of them.

Honestly, I’m less of a king and more of a powerless figurehead forced into unpaid labor. Meanwhile, your kings have the luxury of reshaping humanity however they see fit.

I guess that’s why you got rid of the King of Humans in the first place.

“Humans should act a certain way? Should protect their dignity? Where exactly are these humans you’re talking about? Because they’re not the ones I know. And what even is dignity? Can you eat it? If so, I’d like some, too. Don’t hoard it all for yourselves.”

That was my honest opinion. But the Thunder Overseer took it as sarcasm and fired back.

“So you don’t care how far humans fall or how miserable they become? How barbaric.”

“I don’t care how far humans fall or how miserable they become because that’s still human. At least I’m not denying it like you are.”

“And if the city collapses? If morality disappears? If order crumbles? What will be left of humans then?”

The Thunder Overseer spread her arms wide, lightning crackling from her fingertips and arcing toward the children nearby. She pointed at them and screamed.

“The Golden Mirror! That cursed demon shattered the order of the Golden Nation! This land is filled with tragedy because of it! Uncontrollable power shouldn’t be accepted—it should be hidden away forever! If it only brings death, chaos, fear, war, and suffering, then it’s better to bury it and forget it completely!”

That’s how they preserve order. Build it up piece by piece and destroy anything that could tear it down.

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Exactly the kind of thinking the Holy Crown Church loves.

“The Golden Mirror was human. Just an ordinary human.”

But for me, their approach was unacceptable.

“Just because they changed the world—just because their power was too great—you labeled them as demons, marked them as taboo, and erased their existence from history...”

Denial. Taboo. Forbidden. Things that existed but were forced into oblivion. That’s what calling them demons was all about.

Still, I shrugged and continued.

“But hey, it doesn’t really matter. You’re human too. I value your wishes just as much!”

For a moment, the Thunder Overseer’s face softened with hope.

“In that case—”

“But I still need to know. I’m the King of Humans, after all! You people want me to forget and never think about these things again, but that’s like telling me not to imagine a pink elephant! You can’t stop it!”

You can’t resist thinking about pink elephants once someone mentions them.

If that’s how you feel, then maybe you shouldn’t have learned about them in the first place.

But I guess that’s impossible, too.

To avoid something, you first have to understand it.

“A deadlock, then.”

“Not really! It’s been fun. We’ve confirmed our opinions are irreconcilable, so let’s end this here, shall we?”

“...I suppose so.”

The Thunder Overseer sighed and shifted slightly, her lightning wings trembling.

Here she comes.

A bolt of lightning crashed down in front of me. Before I could react, the Thunder Overseer lunged, leaving a trail of wind and light in her wake, and grabbed me by the throat.

Before I could even think—crash.

My body slammed into the desk, shattering it, and then smashed against the wall.

The impact sent a jarring shock through my body. Blood pooled in my mouth, and I felt it trickle down my lips. The Thunder Overseer’s hand tightened around my neck, her eyes burning with murderous intent.

“And you thought I’d let you walk away? You must’ve expected that I wouldn’t let you leave so easily.”

Damn. She’s fast. Even with mind-reading, I couldn’t react in time. Wincing at the sharp pain, I forced myself to respond.

“...Cough... Yeah, I figured someone would try to stop me. Didn’t expect the Thunder Overseer to come herself, though.”

Not even my mind-reading picked that up. Hell, she didn’t even know she was part of the Sacred Sword Order until now! How was I supposed to know? At least do some soul-searching about who you are before jumping into battle!

“You should’ve brought reinforcements. Your foolishness has sealed your fate. Without your strength, you won’t be able to overcome any obstacles.”

“Y-yeah. I’m just... a powerless human... after all...”

I choked as the pressure around my throat tightened. Desperately, I gripped the Thunder Overseer’s arm.

It felt like grabbing steel wrapped in raw electricity. No matter how hard I squeezed, her ironclad muscles didn’t budge.

Born, raised, and forged as the Thunder Overseer, she truly was an iron-willed being—a living embodiment of lightning.

‘Pathetic... So this is the King of Humans? I’ll end this quickly. Declaring the cause of death as electrocution should make it easier to justify to his allies.’

The lightning in her hand began to flow into my body. It buzzed and crackled as it surged through my nerves, like the sting of carbonated water bursting against my throat. My skin crawled as if ants were swarming all over me.

But no matter how godlike she seemed—she was still human.

‘Wait. He’s holding onto my arm even with lightning running through it? And he’s... not burning?’

Surprised? You should be.

I moved my hand slowly, still gripping her arm. The Thunder Overseer’s ability to wield lightning like qi was beyond ordinary strength. No normal force could break free from it.

But what about her own lightning?

Born alongside thunder, raised with lightning—her very body had adapted to it. For her, electricity wasn’t pain; it was as natural as playing in water.

And by feeling its flow... I grasped the lightning in my hand.

A unique art. A martial technique forged from chaotic lightning and controlled as a refined qi.

Thunder Catcher.

I seized her lightning—and with it, her arm.

Lightning can only flow.

No matter how short-lived or blinding, its essence is a current—flowing like a river from the heavens, unable to remain still until it dissipates into the sea.

That flow is what the Thunder Overseer wields.

And if she could wield it—then so could I.

Because humans, at their core, are ordinary.

Crunch.

Using her own power against her, I forced the Thunder Overseer’s arm to move.

Her arm—strong enough to withstand the collapse of the Lightning Tower—began to give way under my grip.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as I wrested control, and with my freedom reclaimed, I opened my mouth to speak.

“Even against you... my odds of winning are only fifty-fifty.”