# Enhanced Translation
The first to notice the disappearance of divine influence were, naturally, those who had lived dependent on it.
On that day, the Theology Department at St. Yansk University in Pritzenkaya was thrown into chaos.
"Lord... Lord, where are you..."
A nun knelt before the sacred image, tears streaming down her face. Countless other believers around her were sobbing as they offered their prayers.
The massive hemispherical sacred image, designed to mimic the sun, still shone beautifully in the midday light.
Yet all the priests present had lost their divine power and were crumbling.
"Lord, why have you forsaken me?"
Despite the priests' anguished prayers, God continued to offer no response. From the main Theology building, entwined with rose vines, the bishop finally rose from his seat and began to walk.
It was impossible to know why they had lost their divine power.
Perhaps someone among the faithful had betrayed the Lord's words. Perhaps He was no longer overlooking our evil and sins, and this was simply another test.
Whatever the case, there was one fortunate thing. At this school, there was someone who had been promised a place closest to the Lord.
The Saintess, Patricia. A woman who had reattached severed limbs with a single prayer, walked on water, and turned freshwater into wine with her own miracles.
A devoted woman who, at the tender age of fifteen, had returned after defeating the Demon King alongside the Hero, and had donated all her rewards from various countries to care for orphans and refugees.
With trembling hands, the bishop knocked on the door of the dean's office.
"Come in."
"...Dean... No, Your Holiness."
Although she normally refused any title related to the clergy under any circumstances, the bishop could not possibly address her as merely the dean of a university now.
At a time when God's care had disappeared, these lambs must naturally seek refuge in the shepherd's embrace.
The bishop carefully knelt down and bowed his head respectfully.
"Due to our unworthiness, we have lost the Lord's radiance. Your Holiness, please guide us."
"Lord, depart from me, for I am a sinful person."
At her words, the bishop suddenly raised his head. It was a familiar verse from the Bible. One he could recite in the original language. But for her to say such words in this situation...
"What did the Lord say to you?"
"...The Lord said, 'Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people...'"
"Brother. We have not been abandoned by the Lord. Our original sin has been forgiven by the Lord, so how could our remaining sins escape the Lord's vast love?"
"...Your Holiness. I am too unworthy to understand your meaning."
"Human sin and human virtue belong to humans."
The Saintess spoke while wiping the leaves of a verdant orchid with a damp cloth.
"All creation is satisfied within the Lord's harmony. Human sin and human virtue are also the Lord's will... The Lord does not abandon us, and we cannot abandon the Lord."
"If that is so...?"
"Yes. The disappearance of divine power must also be the Lord's will. And I shall declare, with the infallible authority granted by His Holiness the Pope for primary doctrinal interpretation."
The midday sunlight scattered beautifully through the stained glass.
The woman clasped her hands together and whispered quietly.
"The Lord loves us humans so deeply that He has finally allowed people to be fully human. Just as when a child becomes independent, parents naturally give their blessing. We must walk forward with our own hands and feet, not relying on the Lord for our future."
"Your Holiness. But... how will the church understand this?"
"I will send a letter to the Papal Office. We shall convene a council and summon the bishops."
If divine power had suddenly disappeared, the church's authority would be driven into the ground. Many would believe that the priests had become corrupt and incurred God's wrath.
But that is a foolish misconception of the ignorant masses. What could make God angry? If God is truly omniscient and omnipotent, humans could never violate God's will under any circumstances.
Because He already knew whatever humans might do. And He could have prevented it. To explain it simply, that's how it is.
But God did not rule in such a way. This means that human free will is the Lord's will, and everything that happens under that free will is included in the Lord's grand plan.
Therefore, humans cannot anger God. In fact, in the Bible, the Lord expressed emotion only once.
-In the beginning, the Lord created heaven and earth.
-Let there be light, He said, and there was light.
-Day and night were divided, and one day and one night passed.
-The firmament, earth, and water were divided, and it was good in the Lord's sight.
"All creation was made according to the Lord's will, and the Lord created this world directly and was satisfied with it. Truly, aren't we all blessed from birth?"
The Saintess quietly made the sign of the cross.
"Now that a person can finally repay the Lord's great love, I, a mere sinner, dare to say this."
Our Father in heaven.
Just stay where you are.
And we will remain on earth.
"Amen."
Beolgrin Grikenkos. The greatest magician in history. Savior of us all.
Everything has been accomplished according to your will, so now.
Please, rest in peace.
Side ep. There is no God in this land.
"Still no news? Like someone else suddenly dying, or any revelations like that!"
"No, no. Everyone seems to be doing well."
Yu-jin ate his kimchi stew, turning away from the chattering Isabelle. Since Isabelle no longer made kimchi, cooking had become his and Yu-ri's responsibility.
This is what happens as soon as Ivan goes on a business trip.
Isabelle just lies around listlessly saying things like:
"Is he still not back?"
"He's still not coming back?"
"How cold-hearted."
Making such comments.
It's only been a few days and already...
"He's late... At this rate, I'll become a grandmother!"
She would say such creepy things while fidgeting with her knife before collapsing back into her seat.
Honestly, it's severe.
"Stars of the steppe flow through my soul..."
Asidis absentmindedly began composing. Despite cross-supporting the orchestra department and conducting department, she was coveting the composition department's role as well, scribbling on sheet music.
It was no longer even vocal music. She was writing lyrics as if she had thrown harmony to the dogs.
In reality, stars of the steppe did flow through her soul. After all, Droan was a barren land of steppes and wastelands.
"I was sad that my uncle disappeared, and not wanting to disappear myself, I cried like a child..."
"Everyone, if you want to save me, you need to spend lots of time with my uncle."
Would they calm down if he deboned chicken, fried it, and put it between bread?
How do I make white sauce? Yu-jin sighed and drove these precious children out of the club room.
In the peace he had barely regained, he shook his head while pressing his brow.
"What on earth are you doing?"
[Quest Registered]
["??? Level Quest" Eternal Winter, Senas Geor.]
[The winter that the elves have postponed for ages is coming. The sea freezes, the sky splits, and God reveals himself. Pray. But do not expect mercy.]
[Objective: Eliminate Senas Geor.]
[Optional Objective: Eliminate Alexandr Kirillovich Krasilov.]
[Optional Objective: Persuade or remove the Privy Council.]
[Optional Objective: Occupy Idranhil or occupy the Eternal Palace]
[Optional Objective: Encounter Beolgrin Grikenkos.]
[Additional Objective: Stop more than 3 milestones.]
[Additional Objective: Stop Idranhil's milestone.]
[Additional Objective: Preserve Kalion.]
[Reward: Secure Krasilov's unfrozen port, secure air rights throughout the United Kingdom, reveal airship blueprints, extend the United Kingdom's division by 3 years.]
"Giving a quest that involves gods to first-year students gathered here doesn't seem balanced."
Yu-jin grumbled to his status window. It was hard to imagine what was happening, but since a quest had appeared, he had to assume that Kalion was in chaos.
At least on the level of the Tilles civil war.
In any case, there wasn't much he could do while in Krasilov. He was just spending his time chasing away colleagues who occasionally barged in and caused trouble.
Before even a few days had passed, the quest window flickered again—
[Quest Com&*133@#]
"Ack."
When the letters in the status window suddenly started breaking, he finally had to acknowledge that the situation was serious.
["?S Level Que!#$" Eternal!@#]
[Now!@#%#%]
"What is it? What, what, what's happening?!"
Yu-jin stared at the frantically flickering blue window with a pale face.
With crackling sounds, the distorted blue window suddenly expanded and covered his field of vision.
[Obj*$&: You killed God.]
[Secondary Objective: Now]
[Additional Objective: You all]
The broken letters reassembled to become readable again. But the content was not.
[Reward: Freedom.]
Yu-jin exhaled calmly while stroking his goosebump-covered arms.
[Due to transmission blocking, connection to the live service server has been cut.]
[In honor of your achievement, we will reveal additional content to you.]
[Now you!@#%$%]
[Choose!%%^]
["Impossible Level" Quest. Warriors Who Became Stars.]
["Impossible Level" Quest. Doctrinal War.]
["Impossible Level" Quest. Prelude to the Great Collapse.]
["Impossible Level" Quest. Avatar of the Morning Star.]
["Impossible Level" Quest@%#$^ For True Freedom.]
[Objective: Eliminate the God-slayer, Ivan Petrovich Yeremov.]
Yu-jin breathed heavily, gripped by terror. But the blue window's rampage didn't stop. As if determined to say one last thing, sentences that felt almost malicious began to assault him.
[Choose freely. However, quests you do not select will be marked as 'Failed'.]
As if threatening him, various objectives, rewards, and failure penalties chaotically dizzied his vision.
While Yu-jin was barely managing to read the text on the status window, with a thud, the window finally shut down completely.
And with a sizzling sound, like the last candle burning out.
[Now you are truly free.]
[Now there is no God in this land.]
Yu-jin had to read that sentence again for a long time, feeling the divine power dry up as if being severed.
Side Ep. There is no God in this land.
Ivan Petrovich took a deep breath and opened his eyes. The dream had ended.
He carefully looked around.
Warm air, the crackling sound of a burning brazier. Suddenly, he looked at the silk blanket comfortably wrapped around his skin.
This situation feels familiar.
Ivan slowly, silently removed the blanket and rose. At the end of the luxurious bed where he had been lying—a bed whose value was difficult to estimate—a silhouette was curled up.
Between the blanket folds that rose and fell slightly with each breath, smooth hair was visible.
"Is this a dream?"
It must be. Because that hair color right now...