I Somehow Got Tasked With Managing A Realm – Chapter 44

I Somehow Got Tasked With Managing A Realm – Chapter 44

With Rynn's cold glare piercing me through the screen, I couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Why did it have to be him..."

I can't believe I got stuck with the one human in my realm with a negative opinion of me as my Oracle. It hasn't even been ten minutes and he's already threatening me.

Although part of me was annoyed about how he was behaving, I couldn't really blame him. He had just watched his brother die in front of him- it would be unfair to expect him to be acting rationally in this circumstance.

.... But that doesn't mean I can just let my Oracle behave like a toddler. No matter how unfair it was, he has to be held to higher standards.

"Rynn, you are accusing me of something without knowing a thing about my circumstances."

The person in question continued to point his weapon to the sky.

"I know enough. You had the power to create this world. You had the power to make javelins fly. You had the power to slay a mountain chicken without any effort. You even had the power to open up the ground and swallow his corpse. So why... WHY DID YOU NOT USE THAT POWER TO SAVE MY BROTHER!?"

His scream was loud enough to deafen the raging battlefield around him, as both humans and mountain chickens alike glanced over at the sound.

"Caaaw!"

"Caaaaw!"

"Caaw!"

... And of course that made him a prime target for the beasts.

This guy...

I could only let out a sigh of pity and disappointment as I watched Rynn turn his anger toward the lunging mountain chickens.

Schlinch!

"RAAAAAA!"

He's too immature.

It made sense. Not only was he still not yet a teenager, but he had been without parents since he was a young child. Rynn was practically raised by his brother who was only a few years older than him.

Schlinch!

I watched as his javelin pierced the torso of another mountain chicken sending it collapsing to the ground.

His strength was definitely not bad. Such was the case even before he received divinity, which is why I considered him as a candidate in the first place.

"WHY DID YOU-"

Thud!

"LET MY-"

Crack!

"BROTHER DIE!?"

Schlinch!

He was smart- the deduction that led to him blaming me, though flawed, was proof of this. It was his emotional maturity that really held him back.

I continued to watch the screen with pity as the new Oracle slaughtered the horde of mountain chickens charging him as he yelled toward the sky.

"ANSWER ME!"

Well... when he asks so nicely I guess I have to.

"I tried to save your brother, Rynn. I really did. Think about this for a second; why would I give you the power you now have?"

Rynn ducked under a lunging mountain chicken and pierced its underbelly with his javelin.

"... To kill these beasts?" he asked begrudgingly.

"Well, I would like you to, but no. You are the only person in your village who did not believe in me, so why did I choose you to give this power to?"

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"... You think I would give this power to you for something so petty?" My mouth unconsciously gaped at his guess.

Rynn scowled at my retort.

"Why then!? What other reason could you have!?"

Crack!

Rynn whacked the torso of a mountain chicken with the shaft of the javelin causing some of its ribs to break.

"There was no reason," I corrected.

"... What do you mean?"

"I mean that I didn't intend to give you this power. It was meant for your brother."

Rynn's eye twitched at those words.

"... Even if you are telling the truth, you gave me this power after he died. You could have saved him before," he argued.

He's tough to convince...

"Giving power takes time, but I am extremely weak during the process and can not use my power. I started before he even began fighting the mountain chickens, so he should have had enough time. He really only needed a few more seconds before he would've become my Oracle but..."

I didn't need to finish the thought. The look on Rynn's face proved he connected the dots.

Although her cries rang out for a while, the sad reality was that her tears were only a small part of the symphony sounding through the village. The destruction was enormous; not a single person was without the loss of a friend, a family member, a neighbor, or a home.

Their lives are in my hands, huh?

The words from the creator of the world replayed in Rynn's mind as he gazed at the dim destruction around him.

It was a landscape full of rubble, corpses, and tears. Honestly, Rynn desperately wanted to join in their wailing and let his pain flow through his tears, but despite his sorrow, something was stopping him from giving in.

Someone needs to fix this whole mess... and I am the only one with the power to do so.

Gently, Rynn separated from the still-tearful girl and began scavenging some of the nearby wreckage for any materials that managed to make it through the brief storm without getting completely soaked.

"Ayla, could you do me a favor and find me a piece of flint?" the Oracle asked as he made a small pile of pieces of bark, leaves, and wood on the ground.

Ayla seemed to flinch at the request.

"F-flint? I can but..."

"Thank you."

Seeing how Rynn shrugged off her worry, Ayla began searching the dark ground for flint. By the time she found some, Rynn had constructed a pretty big pile of material.

"H-here. I found some..."

"Perfect."

Rynn stretched out his shaking hand for Alya who hesitantly placed the rocks in his palm. One was flint and the other was a gray rock containing golden-colored specs.

Tsk. This is harder than I thought.

After letting out a breath Rynn struck the two rocks together causing some sparks to fly on some crushed dry leaves. It only took a few minutes before he had a decently sized fire going.

The sorrowful eyes of the surviving villagers turned to this one source of light in the darkened village. Rynn paid it no mind and instead turned his attention to the corpse of a mountain chicken behind him. As Ayla sat by the fire, he began roughly using his javelin to cut through its feathers and hide before cutting out portions of its meat.

"Here you go," Rynn handed the girl a large piece of the mountain chicken meat that he stabbed a stick through.

"Thank you, Rynn," Ayla accepted the food with a faint smile and started to roast it over the fire.

The cold, hungry, and soaked villagers gravitated toward the fire and were promptly handed a meat skewer by Rynn once they arrived. Soon enough, the few hundred survivors created a few more fires near the group, and a few helped Rynn butcher the mountain chickens.

Their hearts which were frigid from loss seemed to slowly thaw around the fire's warmth.

Eventually, sounds other than whimpers began to flow from their mouths- some recounting what had occurred, others mourning who were lost, and the rest pondering where to go from here.

The two kids were no exception to that.

"Hey, Rynn... back when you rescued me after I fell from the tree, you said someone else killed the mountain chicken that was attacking me?"

Rynn put down his mountain chicken skewer at Ayla's question and let out a sigh.

"Yeah. It was the creator of the world who saved you."

The conversations around the fire immediately came to a halt at Rynn's causal words.

"Did he say the creator of the world?"

"That poor kid, he lost his mind."

"I heard his brother was killed. I bet he is taking this all pretty hard..."

Murmurs of concern rang out through the crowd, but Rynn paid them no mind and stood up.

"Everyone!" he announced, "I know it may be hard to believe, but I was given power by the creator of the world. I have been given the power of an Oracle!"

This declaration only seemed to cause more looks of pity among the crowd.

Many of those present had actually been saved by him, but as he did not do much more than pierce the mountain chickens with his javelin, it was difficult for them to believe he had been given the power passed down through legends.

Ugh. Of course, they do not believe me, but I can not blame them. I would have had the same expression if someone said that to me yesterday... Maybe I should throw a tree or something.

I am way too tired for that right now, though.

"... You do not need to believe me. I do not really care either way-"

Fwoom!

Suddenly, a giant spiral formed in the fire in front of Rynn, easily reaching double his height.

"Raaaaa!"

"The fire!"

"What is that!?"

The villagers hurriedly backed up from the sudden burst of flames, which soon vanished as quickly as they came revealing a fish hovering in the air.

Rynn watched in bewilderment as the fish slowly floated over to him and landed on top of his head.

"He was right!"

"That fish! It is just like the story! The kid was telling the truth!"

"The creator of the world really is watching us!"

Energy rapidly began to return to the villagers who were filled with a desperately needed sense of hope.

Yet as they all celebrated, Rynn could only stare blankly at the fire while balancing the weight of the creature on his head.

... What is my life becoming?