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Chapter 162: God of Madness (9)

Chapter 162: God of Madness (9)

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That was a long-forgotten story. A forgotten history that had been hidden away for a millennia.

There was no word such as you or me, and because of that, there were no fights, competitions, or war. And because of that, there was no ‘being’. It was the beginning of time where all Gods and spirits stayed naked and lived under ‘one world’.

That’s when ‘clothes’ appeared.

Nobody knew who invented it or who wore it first, but it appeared.

All the ancient Gods who lived in <Depth> a long time ago wore clothes as it was widely used. Some Gods knew that it wasn’t just something for covering and protecting the body. They realized that there was more to it. Some Gods also began to say such words.

-All ‘beings’ appeared with the clothes.

Of course, it didn’t make sense. Life or spirits existed before clothes. In fact, it was them who created those clothes. Yet the ‘being’ described here did not equal a life or a spirit. The Ancient Gods spoke of this.

-A being is one who calls ‘me’ a ‘me.’

The made clothes and wore them to protect oneself from the world but also separating one from it. One realized oneself as ‘one’ apart from the world.

That was how clothes appeared and spirits began calling themselves ‘me’.

“It’s too complicated. I can’t understand a thing,” Runald stated with an uncomfortable look. This was too complicated for a boy who had never been educated. Karavan said, “Let me explain it easily, Runald.”

Karavan smiled as he grabbed Runald’s shoulder.

“Who do I look like?”

“…uh, Karavan?”

“Yeah, but what else? What do you see?”

“Uh, a naked pervert?”

Karavan was triggered, but he held up his scrubbing glove with his hand and asked, “Then, what do you think this is?”

“A scrubbing glove?”

“Do you suppose that this too is clothing?”

“I guess so.”

Runald nodded and Karavan put on both gloves on his hands.

“Here. How do I look now? What do you think I am?”

Runald looked at Karavan with the scrubbing gloves but bare naked otherwise. Karavan quickly realized what Runald was thinking.

“I’m being serious. Tell me.”

“A scrubber, I guess.”

“Exactly.”

“…What?”

“A person who’s nothing becomes a scrubber if they put on a scrubbing glove. If you pick up a sickle, you become a farmer. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh… Maybe?”

“That’s what we are talking about.”

Runald then realized. A spirit becoming an entirely different being just with the clothes they’re wearing — it wasn’t complicated at all.

“So, does that means that clothes make the kind of people we are?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Karavan smiled. But Runald didn’t seem satisfied.