The Creature Chapter 6 is the sixth chapter of the The Creature (Web Novel).
Plot
Arin walked slowly along the long corridor lined with huge pillars. There was no need for Arin to rush to report on something as simple as Gaster. Who would dare to rush Arin? Arin was already the absolute. Arin looked around at himself with a mad smile. Arin laughed hahaha... Even if he thought about it himself, there was no one who could do anything to Arin. Not even the insignificant humans, not even the mages, not even the races, not even the gods, not even the laws that make up this world, were applicable to him. Isn't Arin really a great being? But... Someone called Mr. Karsearin. Arin laughed haha... and asked huh. Arin, who was walking along the corridor with his clothes fluttering in the wind, suddenly turned his head, squeaking at the sound of a faint voice. Across the corridor, a group of children with extremely colorful hair colors such as red, yellow, black, and silver were pouring out. The children rushed toward Arin at a frightening speed and began to circle around him, chattering noisily. Someone said Mr. Karsearin, he's bored, let's play together. Another said she's bored with the pegasus Mr. Karsearin gave her last time, he should give her something else. The other said her too, her unicorn horn fell off, please Mr. Karsearin replace it. A dragon said please Mr. Karsearin bring them a book, they're bored. Another dragon said please Mr. Karsearin bring him some humans, he played with the ones he gave him before and killed them all. The other dragon said they want to eat ice cream, please Mr. Karsearin buy it for them. Growling, chatter. Arin looked at the group of fourteen boys and girls, all around ten years old, circling around his feet with exhausted faces. Suddenly, Arin let out a sigh. Arin sighed haaah... It's clear that Arin was the supreme being. However, it's also true that there were beings who do not care about that fact at least. Arin said he got it, got it. Arin slowly knelt down. Arin had to get on the same level as the children. And Arin opened his mouth with a voice that was extremely soft and with an extremely gentle expression, caressing each child one by one. Arin said okay, Hesteiron, he's busy right now, so let's play later, Rayskein and Esteralian can trade unicorn and pegasus for each other and play, Dronane, they should go to the library with Garken and ask him to borrow a book later, and Kareliad, he did already kill all the humans who gave him already because he thought someone might say he's not a Red Clan, wait a minute, he'll give them to him again when he finished his work, and Genevias, what's ice cream, that's something to eat. Arin panted huff, puff, huff... With his long, soft red hair hanging on the floor, Arin smiled beautifully (and tried to catch his breath) and coaxed the children. But if they listen to Arin nicely, they're no longer children. Hesteiron said no, he wanted to play now. The children's determination was truly firm, as if they were expressing their identity. Arin said oh his... If only Arin had his way, he could have just said something sharp and gone him own way. The problem was that scolding him was really uncomfortable, from Arin's perspective. Arin already has a brilliant record of destroying his entire clan because of him. It's not like the pot calls the kettle black, and Arin was not destined to scold the children right now. Arin thought he has to coax them somehow... Arin said with a charming (?) smile on his beautiful face. Arin said no, he's very busy right now, there's someone waiting for him. Another said it a lie, Mr. Karsearin clearly said earlier that he can't rush anyone while talking about the absolute being, Mr. Arin should play with her. Who would think that the wise (?) Gold Clan was not, the cute blonde girl Rayskein gave Arin a sharp counterattack. Of course, Arin, who was a Red Clan member who was on the stupid side, could not think of a rebuttal. Arin said oh, that again, that's... Stutter, stammer... In the end, Arin made up his mind. Arin thought well, tell Gaster to wait a bit, okay, he'll come here on his own, how can this be for a day or two. Arin said yeah, let's go. With that, Arin was half-dragged and led by the children's hands and disappeared to the other side of the hallway. The exact opposite of the path Arin had taken.
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At that very moment when Arin was caught by the hands of the children and disappeared somewhere, in the center of the Hall of Creation, one of the grand halls of Glaseburg, Arin's original destination, a middle-aged mage with brown hair was stamping his feet and grumbling. The mage asked why Mr. Karsearin didn't come after ordering this guy to do something, he's still asleep. He was the greatest mage on earth (among humans, after all), the one who lived the longest (of course among humans), and the greatest intellectual born of humanity (well, he definitely has a lot of knowledge), widely praised for hundreds of years as the great mage, Gaster Latnile. Gaster said and Mr. Karsearin was struggling in a half-asleep state, huh, he should go rescue him. Gaster raised his hand while muttering. At Gaster's gesture, a circle was drawn in the air and a black current began to form. It had already been a thousand years since Gaster had cast off the constraints of being human. For the current Gaster, there were no longer any restrictions on magic. The magic of will that was only possible for the dragons, the greatest race. Without any spells or activation of stimuli, he was creating a portal to space transfer in the air with just will. Gaster said how old Mr. Karsearin was and still struggling in his dreams, tsk tsk. Gaster kept his mouth shut, grumbling. If Gaster think about it, he was the one who made Karsearin struggle in his dreams. Even if he was Gaster, couldn't he be so shameless as to mock a being who suffered because of his actions? How could that be? Even the most shameless of humans would be able to bow their heads if the other person had the power to easily destroy Gaster. Gaster said he can't help it since he's not the one who's going to talk back right now, ugh. Finally, the air current created a black passage. Gaster walked without hesitation. Gaster left a soft word that slightly relieved his complaint. Gaster said well, since he started it to have fun, maybe it didn't matter.
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Gaster asked incredulously. Gaster asked again. Garken answered politely. Garken answered again. The two looked at each other and exchanged bitter smiles. Gaster muttered, clicking his tongue. Gaster said why Mr. Karsearin do always make and break things, and with the same menu. The cause of this fat conversation was a woman, or to be precise, parts of that woman, who Garken was transferring to a bowl. The place they were standing was Arin’s bedroom. To be precise, a corner of the red carpet there. As expected from a window with plenty of sunlight, the red blood was shining brightly, revealing the madness of the person who committed this act. After putting all the pieces of the body into a container, Garken sighed and looked at Gaster. Garken asked why on earth Mr. Karsearin would do this. Gaster couldn't answer. Of course, Gaster knew the reason. It was just that Gaster found it difficult to answer. Gaster smiled naturally and changed the subject. Gaster said it could be that the guy liked virgins, and that's why he changed them to new ones every hot night after after cause something problematic... Garken shouted Gaster. Garken's sharp voice echoed through the air. Gaster said just kidding, kidding, yikes, with that temper of Garken's... Gaster laughed and trailed off. This was Glaseburg. With his boundless magical power, he could float a huge landmass of tens of miles (tens of kilometers) into the sky 1.86 miles (3,000 meters) above sea level, the stronghold of Elder Dragon Lord Karsearin. There was no place in this vast land that was not under Karsearin's authority. Naturally, to all beings living here, the name Karsearin was sacred. The ash-haired boy, Garken, was one of them. Garken looked at Gaster and barely lowered his angry voice as he opened his mouth. Garken said he hoped Mr. Gaster don't put Mr. Karsearin in the same category as low-quality humans like him. Gaster said well, let's do that. Surprisingly, Gaster passed it off calmly. In fact, the fact that Garken dared to yell at Gaster, and not even use his honorifics, is an insubordination that cannot be excused even if he's beaten to death. Garken also realized this and hesitated as he lowered his head. Garken said please Mr. Gaster forgive his rudeness... But Gaster really looked calm. Gaster said Garken don't worry, he has seen guys like him as four-digit numbers, well, just live like a dog, wagging his tail. ... Garken was not sure if Gaster was really calm. Anyway, Gaster looked around the room and changed the subject. But if Mr. Karsearin was already up, where on earth he did go. Unless Mr. Karsearin was struggling in his dreams, and it's been a while since he went to see Gaster, where on earth he did go. Garken looked like he had a clue. Garken asked it could be that place. Gaster also muttered as if he had guessed. Gaster said um, this was the place. Gaster turned around. Gaster left a word that clearly showed his annoyance. Gaster said woo, he doesn't want to meet those guys...
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The children sang snow come down~ snow come down~ snow come down from the sky~ Colorful hairs fluttered in the air between the falling snow. The children were running around excitedly, like puppies seeing snow for the first time. And behind them, a young man with long red hair sat on the steps in a corner of the backyard where the children were running around, looking at them and smiling faintly. Someone shouted fie, take it. Whew, thud! Another said whoops... Another shouted whew, that's deadly, they meant throw snow, snow, don't make it into ice. Someone said hahaha, that's the power of the White Clan. Another asked the White Clan's power was to throw snowballs tightly. Snowballs flew through the air, mingling with the cackling voices of children. Arin quietly looked at the sight and the surroundings where she was sitting. The huge garden forming a pentagram, the glass castle, one of the many gardens of Glaseburg, was now dyed in pure white, making the surrounding greenery pale. In short, it was saying that while the rest of the neighborhood was in summer, it was the only one that was exuding a wintery atmosphere. It wasn't a large area, and only a part of the garden was ignoring the season like this? The children's singing continued. The children sang angels~ in the heaven~ spread again and again~ Of course, this incredible miracle that goes beyond the laws of nature cannot possibly be the work of the angels of heaven. It is just a very minor part of the power of the Elder Dragon Lord Karsearin. The children sang spread again and again~ a flake of white snow~ The children who had dragged Arin by force insisted that they wanted to have a snowball fight. Arin simply waved his hand in the air and satisfied their demands. Thanks to that, Arin was finally freed from the children's hands and sat on the steps of the backyard, quietly lost in thought. Looking at the descendants of the clan running around happily, Arin suddenly lowered his head. A sigh escaped Arin's lips. Arin sighed haa... Arin regretted what happened that morning so much. Arin said he did it again...
Characters
- Karsearin
- Gaster Latnile (mention)
- Gods (mention)
- Those guys
- Garken (mention)
- Aria doll
Ability Used
- Gaster Latnile
- Karsearin
- Snow Magic (debut)
Object
- Almighty Creature (mention)
Location
- Glaseburg
Trivia
- The song the children sing is Snow, a nursery rhyme that actually exists in South Korea.