Main Character Hides His Strength

before failures and losers moments before their deaths, tempting them with the possibility of changing the future by regression, then watching them suffer as they experience the same outcome has long been a vile past time of a few Lesser Gods.
It was impossible to contact the Lesser Gods without having a considerable amount of resolve.
One could enjoy a small blessing of a Lesser God if lucky, but the risk was far too high.
Even though Vestiare was one of the Seven Heroes, she was still merely a slightly different mortal in the eyes of the Lesser Gods.

Sungchul quietly stared at Vestiare.

Sly and cunning hero of the previous era was concealing her thoughts with a fog-like smile.
It was impossible to read her thoughts through observations alone.

Sungchul recentered himself in silence and then carefully reflected on the present situation.
Soon, Sungchul was able to discover a weak point in Vestiare’s claim.

“There is something strange.”

Sungchul pointed out the problem in a calm demeanor.

“Although the Lesser Gods are mighty, they are still just a Lesser God at the end of the day.
They cannot overcome gods.
And the Curse of Extinction is a curse directly from the gods.
Overcoming the power of the gods with the power of the lesser gods doesn’t seem plausible.”

There is a debate technique often used by unscrupulous philosophers.
It was the abuse of pedantry.
A person of lesser knowledge would be intimidated by the weight of the vocabulary used and therefore be unable to find flaws in the false claims of a scammer.
The term of Lesser God as used by Vestiare was similar in utility to this.
But Sungchul was different from the common riffraff.
He wasn’t manipulated by the terminology and instead realized the limitations of the word used and discovered a problem.
Vestiare looked slightly surprised as if she did not expect Sungchul to be so sharp.

“I thought you were good at only fighting, but you are very observant.
You are correct.
Lesser God’s powers cannot overcome the powers of the gods.”

“Then how do you explain what is going on here?”

Vestiare turned her gaze back out of the terrace.
The sky was still dyed in a blue color as if it was painted on there.
Vestiare was thinking of something carefully.
But instead of being silent in an attempt to come up with excuses, it seemed more like she was trying to figure out how to word her explanation.
Vestiare soon let out a light sigh and looked at Sungchul.
A look of determination, although brief, flashed across her blue eyes.

“Commonly…”

Vestiare opened her mouth as she looked straight at Sungchul.

“The Curse of Extinction is believed to be a curse from the gods.
But once you come to understand its innerworkings, it turns out that it wasn’t such a great being that spread the curse after all.”

“The curse isn’t by the gods?”

“To be exact, it should be called an agent of the gods? Truth be told, there is very little practical difference between the gods and their agents from our perspective.
But here, that distinction makes a difference.
Especially in answering your question.”

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“How did you obtain such information?”

Sungchul kept his piercing gaze on Vestiare as he asked.
To this, Vestiare gave a faint smile as she answered.

“There are things you naturally come to learn as you live a long life.”

It didn’t seem like she was willing to share.
He would have to find out on his own.

Sungchul bid farewell with Vestiare for now and returned to the Verdure Greenhouse.
Sungchul looked at the children found all over its spacious halls as he headed to his room.

“It definitely looks as if the Curse of Extinction has no power here.
But this is what Vestiare said.
I cannot trust that woman.”

Sungchul sat on an armchair and muttered to himself.

“So you mean that it is possible the children outside are fakes, right?”

Bertelgia said as she popped out and said.

“Yes.
Since that woman’s knowledge of magic is extraordinary.”

Sungchul recalled the small clones of Vestiare that she had made.
Although they were all created by Vestiare, there was nothing outwardly awkward or strange about them.
If she had the knowledge necessary to create those, then it was not outside the realm of possibility that she could create babies that could fool even Sungchul.
To make matters worse, it wasn’t like it was okay for Sungchul to harm the babies to investigate if they were real.

‘Vestiare’s objective is clear.
It is to buy time.
But as a result, she was forced to use a hand that would compel me to stay here.
If what she says is true, it is worth letting myself be manipulated.
However, if she is not telling the truth…’

What Sungchul was the most worried about was taking unilateral loss.
This is not what Sungchul wanted.
He wanted to at least be able to verify if it was true that there really was a way to undo the Curse of Extinction.

“What are you so torn over? It’s not even that big a deal.”

Bertelgia said as she popped out of the blankets and stared at Sungchul who was lost in deep thought.
She must have something in mind.
Sungchul turned to look towards Bertelgia.

“Did you think of a way to earn your food?”

“What do you mean by food? I don’t even eat.”

“Did I not feed you the Warrior’s Stone and Assassin’s Stone?”

“Mmm.
I don’t think that’s a fair comparison.
Anyway, I’ve come up with a great solution!”

Bertelgia trembled inside of the blankets.

“Let’s make a baby together!”

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“Wh…what?”

Sungchul’s entire body momentarily froze in place.
His iris were trembling like an earthquake.

“Why are you so shocked? You’re making me feel embarrassed.”

“Are you out of your mind Bertelgia?”

“You said you wanted to check if it is really possible that the Curse of Extinction could be overcome! Then making a baby is obviously the easiest solution!”

Bertelgia lifted up one side of the blanket and moved the pages as if she was beckoning Sungchul to come closer.

“What are you doing? Come in here right away!”

Sungchul immediately protested.

“Just what are you thinking Bertelgia? Did something go wrong with your mind?”

“What kind of stupid thoughts are you having now? Take THAT out now.
Take it out.”

Sungchul doubted his ears as he remembered about his no-longer-standing object.

‘Did she finally go insane?’

It was just when Sungchul was about to shout.
Bertelgia’s clear voice brought clarity to Sungchul’s confused mind.

“Omlette… I mean egg! Egg!”

“Egg…?!”

Hearing that made Sungchul snap out of it.

“Yes, you idiot.
Let’s try incubating that black winged birdbrain’s egg here!”

Sungchul desperately put on a poker face as he took a large egg out of the Soul Storage.
Although it looked like a plain large egg, what it contained was definitely not anything plain.

The winged and beaked Avian race, Nahak.

The final king of that mighty race, Marakia, has returned to the world.