【Tales of the Gods #6】The Nameless Curse God Drifting on the Seabed

The bottom of the deep, deep sea, where not even light reached.

Giving itself over to the drifting current, swaying its countless tentacles, it woke for the first time in roughly 10 years.

10 years.

For humans, that was a fair amount of time, but for it, it was so short it could be called a mere instant.

After all, it had already spent countless years in this world.

To fulfill a single purpose.

(............?)

Now, having woken for the first time in 10 years, it immediately noticed that something was wrong.

The soul it should have been clutching tightly with its tentacles had vanished somewhere.

While it slept, had it dropped it somewhere?

No, such a thing had never once happened since the moment it was born.

Impossible.

It was more than a little shaken.

No matter where that soul went, even when it reincarnated as another human, its tentacles had never once left that soul; they had kept binding it, kept laying curses on it.

To draw misfortune to it, to keep it neither quite alive nor dead, to go on tormenting that soul.

That was the very reason it had been created, it was what it was meant to do, and it was everything it was.

And yet, the target soul had vanished.

(............? ............? ............?)

It was perplexed and confused.

Immediately, it extended its tentacles across the entire world and searched for that soul.

Its tentacles were the curse itself.

Those tentacles, invisible to human eyes, crawled across the world to conduct the search, but in the end, the target soul was not found.

Strange.

Something like this could not happen.

This, was strange.

That soul was special.

It was designed to always reincarnate as a human, and it was ordained to immediately become the next human upon death.

So that the soul would stay cursed, by it.

To shut it away in the prison of a human body, and keep inflicting eternal torment on it.

And yet, it was gone.

The target soul, was gone.

As if it had been cut out of this world.

(............)

It thought.

It thought, and thought.

About what it should do from now on.

It thought.

It thought, and thought.

It thought and thought, but it didn't know.

What it should be from now on.

After all, though it was, nominally, something that even possessed divinity, cursing a single soul, that was all it had ever done.

It had been created for that purpose alone.

And so, what it should do once that one soul was gone.

It didn't know.

Such a thing had not been anticipated.

When it was created.

(............)

Even thinking, it didn't know.

From all its thinking, that much alone it understood.

Since it understood that much, it decided to return to its slumber.

Its mission was to keep laying curses on that soul.

If that was the case, since that soul was gone, there was nothing to do.

It had no choice but to sleep.

It drew back the tentacles it had stretched across the whole world and, swaying gently as it let the current carry it, at the bottom of the deep, deep sea...... in the place humans called the Japan Trench, it fell asleep once more.