Volume 2
Chapter 32
Frail
Translator : PolterGlast
She was a girl who
couldn't, by any means, be said to have lived a good life.
Born into a slum.
Her parents were both
greedy for money and had no intention of taking care of the child they had
given birth to. Instead, violence was a daily occurrence.
Even those in the same
slum didn't try to help her.
Everyone cherished
their own lives, oppressed others, and favored themselves.
She was always on the
receiving end of abuse.
Abused, neglected, and
impoverished.
That was her life.
But although she felt
miserable, she never felt sad.
It was like this from
the moment she was born. She thought this was life. Because it was so normal to
her, she couldn't think of doing anything about it.
So, she never asked
anyone for help.
A turning point came
when she was ten years old.
When she fell to the
ground after others took away the food she had found while scavenging through
garbage.
She found a single
flower blooming in the barren land of the slum.
It was nothing more
than a plain flower.
Just one flower that
had taken root in the barren land on a whim.
But just seeing it───she was moved.
She was captivated by
the tenacity of a plant that could bloom in this barren land───all by itself.
It was so different
from herself. Even though they were both alone, the plant stood tall and proud.
She felt envious. At
the same time, she felt it was beautiful.
She was amazed that
this was life.
From then on, she
began to focus on the good things about life.
Scenes of people
loving each other.
The dignity of beasts
struggling to hold on to their lives.
And the grandeur of
the majestically existing forests.
She continued to
discover the great parts of life.
She learned the
kindness of reaching out a hand.
She learned the
greatness of taking action.
She learned the
importance of just existing.
And every time she
discovered it, her feelings for life grew stronger.
Eventually, she came
to love all life.
Every life has a
wonderful part that can overwhelm her. Everyone surely has value worth loving.───That's what she
believed. She believed and believed.
So, she loved even her
parents. Because they were also precious lives that existed in this world.
But sadly.
It is natural for
humans to want to be loved in return when they give love.
She was no exception.
The more she knew
love, the more she gave love, and the stronger her thirst for love became.
She was human after
all.
Instead of loving, she
sought love for herself.
───But no one ever loved
her.
Even when she
sprinkled kindness on them, all they returned was rejection.
Even when she gave
them food, they quickly left.
Even when she finally
ran out of food, weakened, and collapsed───no one tried to help her.
As she became
impoverished and weakened, she wondered.
Why is there so much
ugliness in this wonderful life?
People can change. If
they could know the value of life as she did, everyone would respect life and
create a wonderful world───if only there was 'love', there would only be wonderful things left in
this world───that was her belief.
She always thought so, while being overwhelmed by the greatness of life and
seeing the ugliness of people.
She knows. Because she
initially accepted the torment from her parents as a matter of course, she knew
that a person's values are determined by the education they receive.
Then, is it because
one's parents are ugly that one is ugly? ───No, even those parents have parents who educated them.
Parents nurture
parents, who in turn give birth to new parents, who in turn nurture parents.
Yes, it's from the very
beginning. The ugliness that overshadows the beauty of human beings has existed
from the very beginning.
That's why people are
so wonderful yet so ugly.
Then, who was the
first?
If people raise
people, there must be a culprit who created those people. Otherwise, people
would not have been born.
There must be a great
evil that educated people to cover up the beauty of humanity with ugliness.
After thinking and
thinking and thinking endlessly in her fading consciousness───one conclusion was
born in her mind.
She thought that it
was God who created people in this world.
Then, isn't it God's
fault that people have become so ugly?
He let human ugliness
be and approve of human evil. No, wasn't it God who taught people to be evil?
When she reached that
conclusion, she felt anger for the first time.
Anger at the one who
spread evil in this world, at the one who defiled her precious things.
She couldn't forgive
it.
She thought she
couldn't accept this.
If God had defined
humans, he should be able to do so.
He could have
prevented people from being ugly and nurtured the goodness of people───he could have filled
this world with love.
Yet, he didn't.
God defiled this
wonderful life.
He took away what I
loved.
"I won't forgive
you..."
Before losing consciousness,
she felt resentment for the first time.
□□□
───Then, what will you
do?
A voice echoed in her
head as her consciousness sank into darkness.
───You love people, but
you can't forgive God. So what will you do?
(What... would I
do...??)
───If you just die and do
nothing, God will remain in the world and continue to promote the ugliness of
humanity. The life you loved will continue to be defiled by ugliness. Are you
okay with that?
(……That's... of course
not...!!)
She was angry at the
provocative remark.
However, knowing the
reality, she eventually gave up.
(But... there's
nothing I can do about it...)
───Are you giving up
because there's nothing you can do? Are you giving up because it seems like you
can't do anything? Is your affection, your love, that trivial?
(……What?)
───Are you saying that
loving everything was just a childish fantasy that couldn't be realized, and
that you can easily give up on it? Was it really that easy to dismiss your
passion? Were you able to let go of your feelings so easily? ───Was your desire so
cheap that you could allow it to end without accomplishing anything?
(……What... did you...
say...)
───If that's not the
case, then you must prove it. You have to resist, and as long as you have the
will, you have to keep on struggling to make your wish come true. If you have a
wish you want to fulfill even if it means destroying everything, cling to it and
see it through. Cling to it, cling to it, and continue to hold onto your desire
tenaciously to the end. The stronger your desire, the more likely it will be
answered.
(……)
───Can you say that you
will continue to love life from now on?
(Yes, I can)
───Can you continue to
judge the ugliness of humans as evil?
(Yes, I can)
───Can you continue to
hate... God... from now on?
(I can!)
───Very well. Then reach
out. Crawl out of that mud and struggle for your ideals. Then, even that mud
will answer you.
(……Mud)
At that moment, as if
a calling descended upon her, she began to struggle desperately.
Until just now, she
had simply been falling into the darkness, but suddenly she began to swim
upward.
───I shall give you a
name.
The mud, which had
been trying to drag her down until a moment ago, now seemed to turn its hand
and began to help her climb up.
───I, Eletia, the God of
Deep Roots, hereby enshrine you. Your name is [Natura, the God of Tree Love].
The fourth generation to become a god and be my hands and feet. God, who is
guided by plants and knows the value of life, now───rise.
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