163 Worship me. Praise me.

Why has it come to this.

In my vision, people pray before the home.

Some place offerings.

Contents are mostly sweet.

I am being worshipped.

Now treated like a local deity.

Why has it come to this.

Tracing back step by step, the initial error was the extermination of bandits.

I had eliminated nearly all bandits in the vicinity, but during one such encounter, I accidentally crossed paths with an adventurer.

Probably a bandit extermination quest.

I was clearly seen by them, actively hunting bandits.

As a result, the rumor spread among adventurers that the spider monster located there eliminates bandits.

I secretly weave thin threads through the town.

These threads are nearly invisible, but strong and resistant to breaking.

I use these threads to collect the sounds of the town, like a string telephone.

I started listening to countless conversations, hoping that eventually I might understand the language of this world.

Still don’t understand it at all, though.

Then, among the voices carried through the threads, one word kept appearing with unusual frequency.

It was mostly used by adventurers and soldiers as they looked toward this direction.

I think this word refers to me.

From what I’ve heard, ever since my presence was witnessed by hunters of bandits, they’ve begun to develop an odd reverence—something akin to faith.

I realized then that this was dangerous.

Then, to compound the situation, a group of adventurers passed through town.

I recognized them—those same people I’d rescued from a serpent attack in the labyrinth.

They came by, saying they’d heard there was a large spider’s nest near the town, as if drawn straight to me.

I’d evolved since that time—my form had changed slightly—but the adventurers seemed to recognize me regardless.

After a lengthy exchange of gratitude, they returned the Crictha fruit I had previously brushed aside.

They were pleased, as expected.

Rumors of this spread through the town.

Perhaps testing their courage, adventurers began visiting occasionally, bringing sweets to feed me.

They were pleased, as expected.

The turning point came when I treated a child.

Apparently, word had spread among the adventurers that I could perform healing magic. A mother, carrying a sick child, came to me.

She wept, clinging to me.

I ignored it for a while, but after being shouted at repeatedly with an insistent tone, I finally gave in.

Upon examination, the child was severely afflicted by a grave illness.

A condition that could not be cured by conventional treatment.

Of course not—there is no technology to cure cancer in this fantasy world.

The child's illness was liver cancer.

Can children even get liver cancer?

I thought that at first, but upon reviewing the child's status, I sensed it.

The child had a title: "Excessive Appetite."

They were likely from the lower class.

Probably ate toxic substances and various unsafe things out of necessity.

Their digestive system was protected by the title's effect, but the liver could not withstand the accumulated toxins.

The mother was the same—her body was in poor condition overall.

Had no obligation to heal them, but since I was bored, I figured, why not? I healed both parent and child.

Standard healing magic wouldn’t suffice. Required an unconventional method.

Put them to sleep. Removed their organs. Used healing magic to regenerate new ones.

A method that would make Earth’s medical practitioners faint.

True fantasy world, indeed.

Yet I’d casually done it, and regretted it later.

From the next day on, injured and ill patients flooded to my door, all seeking treatment.

Once it got this far, I figured, what the hell, and healed everyone I could.

Strange.

I’m doing the exact opposite of my original intent.

Still, I’m now greatly revered.

And that’s fine by me.

All offerings are sweets I love.

The dessert paradise I once dreamed of has become real.

Ah… happiness.

Healing is just a minor task for me, really.

The first serious cases were a bit troublesome, but failing never meant I lost anything.

Even if sweet offerings stopped coming, that wasn’t part of the original plan—so it would just return to baseline.

Still, it’s because everything succeeded that this land deity trend exists now.

And I gained real benefits too.

A charity effort started gradually, but after continuing, I earned titles.

"Bearer of Salvation," "Medicant," "Saint," "Savior," "Guardian."

Five titles, all obtained.

"Bearer of Salvation: Acquired Skill 'Healing Magic LV1,' 'Light Magic LV1': Requirement: Accumulate a set number of Purification Points: Effect: Healing effectiveness increases: Description: Title granted to those who bring salvation."

『Alchemist: Acquired Skill "Potion Synthesis LV1", "Healing Magic LV1": Requirement: Use a set quantity of potions: Effect: Potency of potions increases: Description: Title granted to those who use potions』

『Saint: Acquired Skill "Miracle Magic LV1", "Holy Light Magic LV1": Requirement: Accumulate a set number of Purification Points: Effect: Healing effectiveness increases significantly: Description: Title granted to those who bring widespread salvation』

『Savior: Acquired Skill "Charity", "Hero LV1": Requirement: Accumulate a set number of Purification Points: Effect: Affinity for light attributes increases significantly: Description: Title granted to those who bring salvation universally』

『Guardian: Acquired Skill "Iron Wall LV1", "Shield Talent LV1": Requirement: Protect many individuals: Effect: Defense and resistance capabilities increase: Description: Title granted to those who serve as guardians』

The title of Savior is unbearable.

Why is a broken skill even included?

And now the Hero title too.

I'm the Demon Lord—became a Hero.

It's laughable.

Naturally, the title "Master of Mercy" was added as a bonus.

Now six titles.

I can't stop laughing.

『Mercy: 10% of the power required to reach the gods. Grants HP recovery at LV1 Speed to all allies recognized as such, centered on the user. Also grants authority to interfere with the MA domain, surpassing the W system.』

『Master of Mercy: Acquired skill "Miracle Magic LV10", "Offering". Requirement: Obtain "Mercy". Effect: Increases MP, magic, and resistance stats. Provides +bonus to proficiency in support skills. Grants Dominator-class privileges. Description: Title bestowed upon those who master Mercy.』

Are you kidding me!

I maxed out miracle magic all at once.

This is an advanced version of healing magic—capable of reviving the dead, just short of full resurrection.

Not to mention the healing effect is absurd.

I’m alone, so it doesn’t matter much to me—but if a commander of a legion had this, an effortless invincible army would be ready.

Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t spend skill points on this.

Well.

Compassion doesn’t benefit the one who shows it.