I Will Kill My Followers
When the Creator fell, the world was left without a guiding light. From the ashes of the Creator’s power, 100 golden coins sprang forth. Each coin was a ticket to godhood, a chance to shape the world according to one’s will. The coin holders could bend the rules of reality, manipulate the flow of life and death, and influence the destiny of all living beings. The only question was whether they would be benevolent or cruel. But being a god was not a walk in the park. The world of gods was a ruthless arena, where the gods clashed and schemed for more power and higher rank. The rank was a measure of who among the 100 gods was the most formidable and who had the largest portion of the Creator’s power. The higher the rank, the greater the power. The lower the rank, the lesser the power. The rank was also affected by the followers, who were people who revered and prayed to a god. The more followers a god had, the higher their rank. The fewer followers a god had, the lower their rank. One of the gods was Moriarty, who had stumbled upon one of the coins and became the 100th god. After he had climbed up the ranks, he realized he was unhappy with his life as a god. He longed for his simple days as a mortal, before he was thrown into this chaotic game. He also despised those who forced him to become a god, and vowed to take revenge on them. He thought to himself: “Just wait, I will devise a plan to kill all of my followers. I will reclaim my peaceful life. My time for vengeance is coming.” Would Moriarty succeed in killing all his followers and restoring his peaceful life by lowering his rank? Or would the followers defy the odds and fight back against him and other gods, reaching the peak of power? Harem? Romance? From the MC’s perspective, it’s never going to happen. But from the heroines’ point of view, it’s a sure thing. They see romance and hearts everywhere.
Sisterly Love and Misunderstanding
Her sister pushed a picture of a young man towards her, showing his face and name. He had black hair and black eyes, and he looked arrogant and smug.
Leinaida said in a flat tone, without any emotion, "Moriarty 'O Ferno. He's the one who ruined your things. He's the one who caused the explosion in your room."
Sennaida thought, 'Does this mean she's not mad? She even planned to blame someone else? Aww, sister, I'm touched, I'm really sorry I pressured you…' and she felt like crying.
She regretted her actions of trying to make her sister wear cute dresses that she hated. She thought that her sister was being kind and willing to forgive her, even though she had irritated her so much.
'I promise, sister, I won't push you to wear cute dresses anymore. I know you prefer cool and elegant ones.'
Sennaida felt guilty for pushing her sister to wear cute dresses. She knew her sister preferred cool and elegant ones. She decided to respect her sister's choice and taste, and not force her own preferences on her anymore.
She nodded silently at her sister, not uttering a word. She didn't notice a tear rolling down her cheek, showing her sadness. She tried to suppress her emotions, not wanting to cause a fuss or trouble her sister.
Lenaida noticed the tear on the floor and looked up. She saw her adorable sister holding back her tears. She felt a stab of pain in her heart, seeing her sister so unhappy. She realized that she had wounded her sister more than she knew.
She quickly got up, as she expected her sister to be furious, not to cry. She wanted to embrace her and console her, but she didn't know how. She was not good at expressing her feelings or showing affection.
She thought, 'I didn't realize she cherished those dresses to such an extent, or maybe her underwear too. I'm a terrible sister…' She blamed herself for causing her sister's sorrow. She wished she could undo what she had done, and make her sister smile again.
Lenaida swore that before she let Moriarty go, he would suffer for making her sister cry. She was determined to pin everything on Moriarty, even though the reason he was in her sister's room was because of her selfish scheme. She felt guilty and angry at the same time.
She said, trying to sound comforting, "Don't worry, I'll let you know when that scum is caught." She added, with a cold and resolute look in her eyes, "I won't let him get away with this." She wanted to show her sister that she cared for her and that she would do anything to protect her.
Sennaida gazed at the photo of the young man, feeling a pang of pity in her chest. He had nothing to do with the blast that had ruined her room and her possessions. He was a stranger to her, someone she had never met or crossed paths with. Why did her sister despise him so much?
She wanted to believe that her sister had a good reason for asking her to do this. And she thought that her sister needed her to do something for her, so that she could forget that she had forced her. She wanted to make up for her mistake and earn her sister's approval. She loved her sister more than anything and she would obey her commands without question.
Yes, Sennaida understood that her sister gave her a mission that she could not refuse. She had to go after the young man and make him suffer for something he didn't do.
But Sennaida also had a nagging doubt in her mind. She knew that the young man was innocent of the explosion, but what else was he guilty of? What had he done to deserve her sister's wrath? She tried to trust her sister's judgment and not let her emotions interfere. She believed her sister had a reason for it.
"I understand, sister. I'll make him suffer!" Sennaida said, with a forced enthusiasm. She tried to sound convincing and angry. She hoped that her sister would not notice her hesitation and doubt.
"Ummm," Lenaida nodded bitterly.
They may have had different interpretations, but they both agreed on one thing: make Moriarty suffer in pain.
Lenaida wondered if her sister would spare the young man's life. She still had plans for him that required him to be alive.
Before Sennaida walked away, Lenaida cleared her throat, catching her sister's attention. She wanted to show her something that had intrigued her very much.
She placed a box on the table, covered with a velvet cloth. She lifted the cloth slightly, revealing a glimpse of what was inside.
"These are yours, right? They were among the few things that survived the… ummm… explosion." Lenaida said, with a touch of discomfort. She knew what was in the box and she was amazed that her sister possessed such things.
Sennaida looked into the box and removed the cloth, exposing the toys inside for everyone to see.
She grabbed one and waved it in the air, saying without any shame, "Oh yes, they're mine. Thank God." She smiled brightly, happy to see her toys unharmed.
Lenaida's face turned crimson when she saw what she did. She didn't even hear her sister say goodbye and leave the room. She was stunned and speechless by her sister's reaction. She felt embarrassed by her sister's actions.
"So they really are hers…" Lenaida muttered, still in disbelief. She had hoped that someone else had put them in her sister's room as a joke, but now she realized that they were actually hers.
She sat helplessly, feeling embarrassed that her sister didn't even try to hide it. She wondered how long she had been using them and why she never told her. She felt like she didn't know her sister at all.
"She is so bold…" she whispered while covering her face with both hands and leaning on the table.
No matter how much she hid her embarrassment, her ears betrayed her. They were red as tomatoes, showing how flustered she was by her sister's behavior. She wished she could erase what she saw from her memory and pretend it never happened.