Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 106
With those final words, Grandis walked away. I stood there, silent, lost in thought.
The Divine Order must be running all kinds of experiments—maybe even research into immortality.
I wasn’t sure when it started, but based on everything I’d seen, it was clear: The Order had taken over Uncle Claude’s body and replaced his soul.
So… the one who took his body—was it another god?
After all, gods could only interfere with the world through humans.
And one of the ways they did it… was by stealing bodies.
Just like El, who took over Justina’s and blended into human society.
Come to think of it—maybe Marvas, who lived in that fancy district, was also using a stolen human body.
And maybe the reason they left the low-ranking prisoners’ souls untouched wasn’t just to create offspring from gifted bloodlines… but because they needed higher-tier vessels for themselves.
There had to be a reason they didn’t eliminate the highest-risk prisoners—the top-rankers—but instead kept them on tight leashes, locked away.
As my thoughts churned, a realization struck me. My eyes widened.
‘Aren’t you also someone who lives by stealing another’s body?’
According to El, I was also a soul that had entered someone else’s body?
Maybe body-snatching wasn’t something only gods could do.
I wasn’t a god, and yet I was living in someone else’s body.
I’d thought I’d reincarnated—but apparently, I hadn’t.
Either way, El had likely passed on that authority—wrapped as “research”—to the Order.
A divine gift, supposedly, for high-ranking executives who needed strong and youthful vessels.
Under the premise that vast magical power could be converted into divine power, they could use a body up, then switch into a younger, stronger one.
Which meant…
Was I swapped with the original soul of Beatrice Kido by mistake, during one of their experiments?
“Of all the things to mess up…”
At any rate, El—the Order’s god—was the real mastermind behind all of this.
Why is he the only one using filthy cheat codes, role-playing Sim X and Sim XT? Doesn’t he have anything better to do?
And one more thing—I think I just figured out something important.
Let’s say I can accept body-switching. Fine. But why conduct experiments that require a hundred thousand human souls to pursue immortality for Saint Justina?
A god is already immortal. Eternal life is only relevant to mortals.
Which means—if El is investing in immortality research… maybe El can be killed.
I suddenly recalled the moment he refused the poisoned tea—and handed it to me instead.
I couldn’t help but smile.
It confirmed it for me: El’s current body had human limitations.
If I kill the human puppet controlled by a god… I could steal his powers, couldn’t I?
I could dismantle the Order, blow up this miserable prison, and rise as a new deity—ruling over the world, praised as a savior god.
I looked up at the dim, darkened sky. And for the first time since coming here—I smiled. Brightly.
“Then deliver us through evil.”
The purpose I’d lost when the protagonist vanished… finally found its direction.
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The Central Cathedral of the capital, Rune de Muse.
Inside the golden sanctuary, El sat in Justina’s form, lifting his head.
He gently pulled back the white veil and looked up at the towering statue in the center of the cathedral.
He could feel it now—two demonic powers, rooted on the surface, growing stronger.
“How arrogant.”
He murmured to himself and slowly rose from his seat.
With a flick of his fingers, golden light shimmered above his head, and in an instant, his body shifted—into that of a man.
Clad in a white priest’s robe threaded with gold, he looked like a beautiful savior. A Divine apostle.
“To reject a god’s hand… you’re no different from the Ancient fools who drowned in their own hubris, chasing only efficiency until they perished in their arrogance.”
But instead of anger, he laughed softly behind his hand, as if amused.
His violet eyes narrowed in mirth, a trace of that smile still lingering.
“Then… shall I deliver you from evil?”
