Superstar From Age 0 - Chapter 760
Chapter 760
A splendid and luxurious temple.
A fountain that sparkled and shone.
A dazzling and extravagant gold decoration.
And delicately carved statues of gods.
It was a sight that would make anyone marvel, but the weary and troubled expressions of the statues inside did not match the glorious temple.
Yet, they drew one’s attention.
Both the people on the scene and those watching the live broadcast felt the same.
-It’s not the same feeling as before, like wow! beautiful! (It’s still cool though.) But I can’t stop looking at it.
-Beauty is not the only thing that makes art.
=22 There are artists who sculpt or paint the characters suffering or struggling.
=33 Like Munch’s The Scream?
=44 Or Ilya Repin’s Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan.
=A sudden art lecture… lol
=I think of Rodin’s The Gates of Hell for sculptures.
=And the earth becomes hell after the gods’ meeting… lol
-More importantly, according to the setting, those are the statues that the priests commissioned, right? Why did they sculpt the gods like that?
=Right? Normally, they would have tried to make them more magnificent, more splendid.
=I wonder why they asked the sculptors to make them like that. Someone should ask them!
=22 Someone ask the priests!!
-Oh! It’s 25 minutes!
3:25 pm.
The final performance of [Temple Project] began.
The 30 people who found the [Blessing Ticket] started to enter one by one. The camera screen showed their backs as much as possible, avoiding their faces.
The two high school students and the older sister who held the [Blessing Ticket] followed the priest’s guidance and stepped into the temple with a strange atmosphere.
[(Line/Production)Jegal Se-ga’s beginner illusion array is activated.]
As they crossed the fence, a different world appeared.
The older sister who entered the temple for the first time unknowingly opened her eyes wide and looked around the temple without a clue.
It was just a difference of one fence, but who would have thought that it would be so amazing and completely different.
‘Oops. This is not the time!’
She came to her senses and ran around with a heavy camera with a big lens, taking pictures of the statues diligently. There was not much time to take photos if she thought about the ‘blessing ceremony’.
While 28 people, including the older sister, admired (the atmosphere of the statues was so heavy that they couldn’t exclaim out loud and quietly) and took photos, the two high school students who also participated in the first performance calmly examined the atmosphere of the temple and the statues.
“The atmosphere seems similar to the first one, right?”
“Yeah.”
They thought the temple atmosphere would be heavy since the statues looked like that, but it didn’t seem much different from when they first entered. The priests who were explaining as they walked around also seemed like that.
“Excuse me…”
“Yes. What can I do for you?”
The high school student called a priest to ask the question that the internet was shouting ‘Ask! Ask!’ He just realized that the priest in a white robe also had a gold decoration on his chest.
-Corrupt.
=lol This is how a religion falls.
The internet was also talking about the priests’ robes, but the two high school students who were not looking at their phones didn’t know.
The priest smiled softly and waited for the high school student’s words.
“Can I ask why you made the statues of the Lord and the lower gods like that?”
It was not a loud voice, but it reached the people who were watching from the front. They quietly listened and held their phones.
-Someone asked!
=Wow!
=What will the priest say?
=Wow… crazy…
=Whywhywhywhy!?
=They are having fun by themselvesI want to see too
The priest tilted his head and asked back.
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
The two high school students also tilted their heads. The people who were listening did the same.
“They are all sitting with weary and troubled expressions. I’m curious why you commissioned (the high school student was immersed in the story.) the statues like that.”
The priest blinked and then smiled faintly.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
…What?
“The Lord and the eight gods are still merciful, aren’t they?”
…That’s how they look?
The two high school students frowned at the Lord’s statue and then looked at the priest who seemed to be talking ‘sincerely’ in front of them.
“We gathered some famous sculptors to make them more splendid and dignified, more magnificent. It seems that they don’t suit your taste. That’s a pity. We will have to make the next statues more elegant and graceful.”
…That doesn’t seem like a good idea.
The words came up to their throats, but the two high school students held back and bowed to the priest who was greeting them.
The conversation with the priest was quickly spread on the internet by the people who were listening from the front.
-…So… we are the only ones who see them like that?
=22 (Corrupt) priests see them as splendid and magnificent statues like before, but (uncorrupt) we see them as ‘true’ expressions.
=…The setting is crazy…
=Wow. He just made a story out of nowhere.
-As expected of Se-jun.
=He doesn’t just pass by the school festival, he’s a real actor.
=No, I don’t think it’s because he’s an actor;;;
=22 It’s just ‘Lee Se-jun’ being ‘Lee Se-jun’.
-I wonder what he thinks about other than acting I’m curious about Se-jun’s head
=That’s why I like him more!
=Se-jun is the best!
=Se-jun, I love you!
-I should have been there
=22 I want to see it in person
-Then is this the climax of the story!(Thump thump)
=Blessing or curse?
=What sin did the believers(?) there commit
=It’s a school festival, they won’t curse them, right? lol
=22 It’s a happy festival for everyone, so it’s a happy ending… right??
=Why the question mark? lol
=Everyone doubts the happy ending.
=Se-jun’s twist lol
Everyone looked at the temple with their hearts pounding, wondering how things would unfold.
Ding- The clear bell rang, and the corrupted priest opened his mouth in the same voice as before.
“The blessing ceremony will now begin.”
At the priest’s words, thirty people stood behind their respective gods.
Then, the six lower gods who were sitting on the chairs opened their eyes.
They had seen them several times before and knew they were human, so they were not surprised. But the people swallowed nervously at the sharp gaze of the lower gods who looked at them from the opposite side.
“…Is this really okay?”
“Will they snap?”
Their eyes were like blades.
The people whispered to each other, feeling as if a curse rather than a blessing would come down.
“O Lord. Please, bestow your blessings upon those who prayed to you.”
The lower gods who stood up from their chairs turned around and looked at their followers behind them. They still looked fierce, but there was a hint of pity and bitterness in their eyes.
The followers’ hearts also sank. They felt sorry even though they had done nothing wrong.
Ding-
The priest, who knew nothing of the followers’ feelings, continued the ceremony.
“Then let us all pray to the Lord.”
Only the priests were in a peaceful atmosphere.
The lower gods moved with heavy steps. The people followed them quietly. The golden bouquets, swords, palettes and brushes, books and scripts, and lyres that were left at the feet of the gods looked miserable and lonely.
As the lower gods lined up, a violin solo from [BREAK] played from the speaker.
-–
Unlike the original song, which was infinitely free and bright, it was a heavy and drooping performance that gave the impression that they had awakened from an egg, but the outside world was not a bright one.
The two guardian statues opened their eyes.
They had always had sharp eyes to protect the Lord, but now they were very cold and icy.
The two guardian statues slowly knelt down. The six lower gods also knelt down very slowly, unlike before. Their every movement was heavy and solemn, as if they were about to decide the end of the world,
And sad.
In that atmosphere, the Lord statue, who had been touching his forehead, opened his eyes.
The Lord, who had a beautiful appearance that made his golden laurel wreath lose its light, had a cold expression unlike his previous warm one. His eyes, which looked like they were made of ice, looked at the lower gods and the people.
[(Production/Line) Jegal Sega’s Beginner Illusion Array is activated.]
[Sensation: Heaviness]
Seo Jun changed the sensation of [(Production/Line) Jegal Sega’s Beginner Illusion Array] and sent out a moderate amount of magic.
‘Fear and dread don’t suit a school festival. Lightly.’
He then threw the papers he was holding a little hard and got up from his chair.
Roll-
The paper rolling on the floor looked like the fate of the world to the people.
Everyone held their breath.
Step-
The Lord stepped forward.
The fountain stopped.
It had been the same in the previous blessing ceremony, but this time it seemed that the Lord’s fear had made him shrink. It was not only the fountain. The birds and insects, the trees and the wind, and even the sun that was high in the sky seemed to be silent and huddled.
As he moved his heavy and sad steps, step- step-, the Lord stood in front of the six lower gods who knelt down. The six lower gods, who bowed their heads to the Lord, showed their willingness to accept any command.
“-”
The Lord was about to open his white lips to decide the fate of the world.
Thud thud thud-!
A light sound of footsteps was heard.
Even the audience who were far away, or the people who were watching on the screen.
No one noticed, even though it was coming out of the speaker loud enough for anyone to hear.
They were just surprised by the appearance of the new character and opened their eyes wide.
It was a child.
A seven-year-old-looking child, wearing a Greek-style dress, but a slightly worn white dress, ran with something in his hand.
The child stopped in front of the people standing under the pedestal.
His face was flushed and his shoulders heaved as if he was out of breath. But his expression was bright and cheerful.
The child placed what he was holding in his hand on the white pedestal.
In the center of the six lower gods who were kneeling.
In front of the Lord who was standing with a cold expression.
It was
A slightly shabby-looking wildflower wreath.
It looked like the child had made it himself.
“Thank you! Lord! Please protect us in the future! This is a gift!”
At the sight of the child who shouted with a bright smile, the Lord’s cold expression melted away.
White, orange, yellow, red, purple, etc.
The color combinations and flower shapes were different, and some petals were crushed because he had put too much force on them. And the woven stems looked like they would come apart at any moment.
But he must have gathered the flowers he thought were the prettiest and made them with great effort, even though he failed several times.
The Lord slowly knelt down.
And he took off his golden laurel wreath and put it aside, and carefully picked up the wreath that shone more than that and slowly put it on his head.
He smiled involuntarily at the perfect fit of the wreath.
The child who had measured the size of the statue with great effort was cute. Lovely. Precious.
The Lord got up from his seat and looked around.
There were the child and the followers who looked at him, and the people beyond the fence. And somewhere far away.
Ah-
It was a world full of lovely and precious people.
The Lord opened his mouth with a gentle and kind smile, more than ever.
“-May you-have-blessings-”
Only Seo Jun could see the light of his ability falling on the people.
The Lord, who had blessed them, left the golden laurel wreath on the floor and turned around and walked away step by step.
Step- step-
The sight of him walking on the white pedestal with his white feet to the tip was heavy, but not dark like before. All the living things that had been holding their breath, all the beings seemed to dance with a lively look as if they were blessing him.
As he passed over the water, the fountain started to spout again, and the birds’ songs also began to be heard. Music also flowed from the quiet speaker.
As he arrived at his place, the Lord picked up the paper that had been thrown on the floor and opened it again.
If it had been the same as the previous performance, he would have sat down in a crooked posture, touched his forehead with one hand, and looked at the paper with a cold expression,
But this time it was different.
The Lord smiled softly and kindly, holding the paper preciously and sitting upright in his chair.
Soon, the Lord’s lively appearance became stiff.
The skin that seemed to flow with warm heat also became cold, and the arm muscles that moved every time he walked also hardened. His heart, which seemed to beat, also seemed to have stopped.
The Lord became a statue again.
Only the shabby wreath made by the child, which shone more than any gold, told that the Lord had descended on this world.
The two guardian statues who assisted the Lord statue also got up and returned to being statues. There was also a small but happy smile on their lips.
The six lower gods who had been kneeling also got up from their seats.
They would have gone back to their places right away if it had been before, but like the Lord, it was different this time.
The six lower gods turned their bodies and looked at the thirty followers behind them and the people beyond the fence. The cold expression had gone somewhere, and each of them smiled softly, cheerfully, energetically, and lively according to their character.
As they looked at the people, the lower gods moved their steps and returned to their places and sat down in their chairs.
One hand had paper with the people’s prayers written on it.
The other hand had their symbol that had been thrown on the floor.
