Chapter 129: 【Tales of the Gods ⑦】The Harvest God Muwidgi

Chapter 129: 【Tales of the Gods 7】The Harvest God Muwidgi 【Tales of the Gods 7】The Harvest God Muwidgi

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The Harvest God Muwidgi was once known as the “Wheat God.”

As the name suggests, the Wheat God was a lesser deity presiding over the growth and prosperity of wheat.

His very form was that of an immense wheat stalk.

Ever since being created as a lesser deity by the previous Harvest God Shuhavekmeg, Muwidgi had solely wished for the wellbeing of wheat, spending an extremely long time on just that.

However, at a certain point, Muwidgi became dissatisfied.

The wheat he desperately nurtured was ultimately harvested by humans and turned into bread and noodles.

While the cultivation areas expanded yearly, increasing the habitat and population as a species, this was wrong.

It was as if wheat existed merely as food cultivated and managed by humans.

Muwidgi voiced his dissatisfaction to the previous Harvest Goddess Shuhavekmeg.

In response, the beautiful tanned goddess simply gave him a puzzled look and said:

“...What are you even saying? Isn’t that just how it is?”

Those words ignited a boiling rage that dominated Muwidgi’s heart!

Despite being a god, it was Muwidgi the wheat stalk’s first experience having such intense emotions stir within him.

Trembling.

His body trembled with anger...!

What did this woman just say?

That his beloved wheat was treated as mere food, and she called that ‘just how it is’?!

...How ridiculous.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous!!!

“More importantly! I just got back from going out, and I’m exhausted! Got any drinks ready? Prepare some for me, will ya?”

Shuhavekmeg showed no signs of perceiving Muwidgi’s anger as she walked over to the chair set up in her domain modeled after a field.

“Ahh, but I got some great stuff! With this, even I can debut as a streamer? What if I get popular, I wonder?”

Muwidgi somehow controlled his trembling, anger-filled body and slowly moved his roots to approach Shuhavekmeg.

Then, bending his thick trunk like a twisted log, he swung it with full force – violently striking the back of Shuhavekmeg’s defenseless head!

“Agah...?!”

Letting out a small groan, Shuhavekmeg lost consciousness and collapsed.

...Muwidgi no longer hesitated.

Climbing atop the fallen goddess’s body...he sprouted roots.

Muwidgi began absorbing the divine power – mana – stockpiled within Shuhavekmeg, enhancing his own strength.

“What are you doing?”

“Stop this.”

“Return to your senses.”

The lesser vegetable gods under Shuhavekmeg’s command, sensing the disturbance, attacked Muwidgi – but with Shuhavekmeg as his nutritional source, none posed a threat.

Only the Rice God Mochulchi managed to escape somewhere, but Muwidgi decided a lesser god of that level wasn’t worth dealing with anymore.

Decimating nearly all the vegetable gods, Muwidgi became the ruler of this field...or rather, this divine realm.

In other words, from that point onward.

Muwidgi became the Harvest God himself.

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Now then, having risen to become the Harvest God through this backstabbing, Muwidgi had a dream he wanted to fulfill.

A world he wanted to create.

A world of wheat.

Covering every surface with wheat, a golden world ruled entirely by wheat.

The previous Harvest Goddess seemed to have bestowed bountiful crops to gain faith from humans, but Muwidgi saw no meaning in that.

Certainly, humans were important.

Useful tools.

Tools that could expand wheat fields.

However, the previous goddess merely viewed wheat as food for those tools.

What a twisted perspective!

Wheat should be the dominant species of this world, yet she provided that noble existence as mere fodder for human tools.

An utter reversal of priorities.

Muwidgi became convinced that correcting the world’s principles distorted by his predecessor was his duty as a god.

However.

How could he create a world of wheat?

Despite being a god, Muwidgi the wheat had no idea where to begin.

As Muwidgi contemplated while swaying his leaves, he suddenly noticed a book and a soul rolling near his roots.

They seemed to have fallen from Shuhavekmeg’s pocket after she went out and bought them from outside her domain field.

Having absorbed a degree of knowledge and memories from Shuhavekmeg along with her mana, Muwidgi understood she intended to use this book and soul for something called an “isekai stream.”

The book’s title was ‘Comprehensive Guide: Slow Life Reincarnation Manual!’

Deftly flipping through it with his roots, he found information like “The God’s Role in Slow Life Reincarnation”, “Suitable Souls for Slow Life”, “Sell Games Based on Your Previous Life” and more – but judging none of it useful for wheat’s prosperity, Muwidgi tore the book apart and discarded it.

Instead, what caught Muwidgi’s interest was the deep green soul.

Muwidgi had no interest in “isekai streams” whatsoever.

However, isekai itself.

The method of bestowing divine blessings upon human souls to utilize them as gods’ pawns.

That technique did interest him.

Until then, Prough had been an excellent pawn never defying Muwidgi once since birth.

Yet under the pretext of the village’s and wheat world’s sake, he had disobeyed.

Displeasing.

Yes, a “pretext.”

Muwidgi sensed that Prough had likely found value in Emi beyond just her labor power, even if he wasn’t fully conscious of it himself.

It had started as a feeling of “nostalgia,” it seemed.

In Prough’s previous life, black-haired humans must have been commonplace – the lingering remnants Muwidgi failed to erase triggered that nostalgic sensation.

However, prompted by that nostalgia combined with the girl’s exceptionally refined appearance, Prough ended up harboring unnecessary attachment toward her.

His defiance stemmed from that attachment.

In any case, Muwidgi disliked it.

Things not going according to his design.

Displeasing.

Even more displeasing was Prough’s subsequent loss against the girl.

Despite using the power Muwidgi granted.

This situation could no longer be left alone.

Intervention was necessary.

Imparting new divine guidance to the unconscious Prough, infusing him with even greater power.

In exchange, pruning away unnecessary thoughts.

Stripping away emotions, removing attachments.

Prough’s soul, wounded by defeat and seeking strength, readily accepted Muwidgi’s interference – awakening him.

Prough gained the ability to wield far greater divine power.

And a sturdier mentality, no longer swayed by such uncertain trivialities as emotions.

Muwidgi was satisfied with the new Prough.

He would surely devote himself to realizing the wheat world more than ever as a divine child.

That eerie girl had fled somewhere beyond his roots’ reach, but it couldn’t be helped.

No point blaming Prough further.

There was nothing more to be done.

A change of perspective was needed.

* * *

Within the vast divine realm modeled as fields, Muwidgi sways his leaves in the wind as usual today.

This domain once had worthless crops like beans, potatoes, and rice planted alongside wheat.

Muwidgi eliminated all of those, creating a wheat domain.

A splendid sight.

Gazing upon the endless wheat fields, Muwidgi vows in his heart to one day recreate this paradise on the earth’s surface.

...However.

Muwidgi failed to notice.

The impending flaw in his plan.

The uninvited intruder to his domain.

Amidst the vast golden wheat fields.

A single stalk.

For now, just a single one.

...But a stalk of rice was growing intermingled!!

Author’s note: Well, that concludes Arc 8.

It was a rather incomprehensible chapter, wasn’t it? (You’re one to talk.)

Was it supposed to be a heartwarming story? Horror? Comedy? Battle?

I really couldn’t tell. (That’s why you’re one to talk.)

Originally, it was simply meant to be a straightforward story of Emi disrupting a slow life narrative.

But it got derailed, undoubtedly Muwidgi’s fault.

“A world of wheat”? “Humans must be slaves to wheat”? What’s that about?

As for the chapter title “Remnants of a Slow Life,” it refers to Prough.

He was initially supposed to be the protagonist of a slow life story.

But thanks to Muwidgi’s coup, that plan fell through – despite reincarnating, the current Prough is merely a pawn unable to weave his own tale.

Hence, the perspective sections from Prough’s viewpoint had their titles prefaced with 【】.

If he had been the protagonist, the 【】 would have contained that story’s title.

It’s not a typo.

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