Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 93

Void had consistently shown Hana the same thing. In her dreams, right after she had thrown herself into the void, she kept repeating the same cycle in her memories. She would open her eyes, then die. Open her eyes again, and die once more.

She comes here. She moves toward the emptiness. And then, she dies.

This was all part of her memory—what she had wanted and chosen.

“So, the god decided to personally repeat the cycle of rebirth to fill the deficiencies of this world.”

The god was not irresponsible. God didn’t create this world and abandon it. God did not shift the responsibility onto others. God endured all the pain himself.

‘You, the compassionate and self-sacrificing one, always wanted to save others. Right?’

She finally understood the words that Void had continually spoken to her.

Void, the voice of this world, spoke to Hana.

“Do you understand? Our god, who was flawed and arrogant?”

God loved this world.

God loved the creations made.

The compassionate and self-sacrificing god had been diligently caring for this world. No creature here needed to pay the price for the young god’s arrogance. And this repeated sacrifice was to be the last. Now, she understood why she had felt such fulfillment.

Hana stood there, unable to say a word.

Until now, she had thought it was just a bad dream. She had witnessed the endless deaths of everything—from insects to birds, from herbivores to carnivores, from the smallest creatures to the largest. She hadn’t just watched; she had experienced death within that cycle over and over.

It was said that offerings always arrived in this world when they were old or on the brink of death. They must have reached this place just before they realized their strength was failing, whether their bodies were aging, sick, or nearing death—just as Hana had, seeking a place to die before her own demise.

The priests of this world firmly believed that the beings summoned from another realm had come from a higher dimension. They had been told such explanations. The priests viewed golden eyes as a symbol of having come from a higher realm. They said that anyone who met those eyes would treat the summoned beings with the utmost respect. All the summoned were believed to follow the will of the god or to be noble beings descended from a higher plane—the divine realm.

Hana couldn’t understand it. No matter how she looked at it, the world she had lived in and this one weren’t all that different. In fact, she felt more at ease here and preferred it over her previous home. This place seemed more perfect.

She was happier here.

‘A god.’

She began to understand why the priests and the people of this world instinctively felt drawn to her and treated her kindly. It made sense why they had mistaken her for someone from a higher dimension. They had instinctively recognized their creator—the compassionate god who endlessly sacrificed for them.

How was she supposed to accept this? It felt surreal.

She recalled a conversation she had once had with Weed. Weed had said that there was no god in this world. As someone who followed his instincts, he could very well have felt that way.

In truth, the god of this world had always been absent.

“Did you say, like that? That’s incorrect.”

This was the answer to why she possessed the same powers as Weed. Void corrected her, clearly stating the sequence of events.

“It’s more accurate to say that it emulated you rather than you being like it.”

“Why?”

“Because you were the one who was first granted that qualification.”

Weed.

The first tree. The only tree in this world imbued with the will of the god. The sole leader of this place, which nurtured Lár de Ligna Initia.

He also possessed divine power, along with golden eyes. Although he was born with this unique qualification, he was the immense tree at the center of the world that lived in fear, unwilling to sacrifice himself.

“Strong life force is the qualification for an offering. This world had to gather divine power to fill its deficiencies. If it weren’t for you, this world would have continuously selected those with the qualifications, gradually completing itself through their sacrifices. You created the first offering to be sacrificed as a demonstration. And you granted a portion of your divine power to it.”

To be endowed with the will of the god—this is what it meant: a strong life force and a noble heart, a creature ready to sacrifice. One that endures a lifetime of suffering and humbly accepts death in the end. A being that is both strong and inevitably tragic.

Weed wasn’t just the first tree rooted in this world. He was the first living being created by the god after much contemplation.

“But…”

Void, who had been explaining calmly, suddenly frowned. Though he often had an expressionless face like that of Weed, this rare display of displeasure was noticeable.

“You’ve changed your mind unexpectedly. You originally said you would do what it was meant to do.”

“…Why?”

Void didn’t answer. Instead, he questioned her silently with his gaze.

Why had she done such a thing? Why had she chosen to endure such pain? Why was she asking him? Receiving no response, Hana pondered to herself.

Weed. Weed. Weed.

The beautiful embodiment. The perfect figure that elicited awe at first sight. He smiled as if bathed in radiant light, possessing strength without arrogance, and always devoted when interacting with her. She had often wondered where such a perfect person had come from.

‘Ah, I thought I knew.’

Hana let out a small laugh.

It seemed she truly was the god who created this world. It hadn’t felt real until now, but after hearing Void’s earlier explanation, it resonated deeply within her. She could understand why Weed hadn’t allowed himself to die, why he had decided to sacrifice himself—perhaps no one else could grasp it as well as she did.

No, if she was a god, then whatever she thought in this place must be true. What she had just considered was the answer.