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Once upon a time, in a certain place, there lived a single benevolent god. That god was the kindest being in the world. Healing for the wounded. Food for the hungry. Rain for the villages that desired it. Sunlight for the lands suffering from drought. For those who lost a child, a peaceful sleep to at least dull the edge of their sorrow. Whenever someone wished, the god answered. He sought no reward. Not the number of prayers. Not offerings. Not the strength of faith. Not even the presence or absence of good deeds. If only the people could face tomorrow, that was enough. To the god, humans were beings to be loved. Small. Weak. Foolish. Yet, fragile beings who strove to live with all their might. That was why he continued to reach out to them. In the beginning, that was enough. A small village saw a bountiful harvest. An old man bedridden with illness stood up. In a city scorched by the fires of war, plants sprouted once again. People thanked the god. They offered prayers. They shed tears. They looked up to the heavens and rejoiced in his grace. However. Human beings were far too quick to grow accustomed to the happiness they were given. What was once a gift eventually became a given. It became natural for rain to fall. It became natural for illnesses to be cured. It became natural not to starve. Even the peaceful sleep of the dead became a matter of course. And the happiness that had become a given eventually transformed into a right. I want a bountiful harvest again this year. More blessings than the neighboring country. Rain only for us. I want only my family to live long. I want to recover my lost fortune. I want my youth back. I want the dead to be brought back to life. Eventually, wishes became demands rather than prayers. If one was granted, two were asked. If two were granted, three. If three were granted, even more. The more they were satisfied, the more their desires swelled. The more the god gave, the more the people forgot how blessed they were. Gratitude vanished. Awe vanished. All that remained was limitless greed. Still, the god continued to give. If it would make the people happy. Because he believed so. However, that kindness eventually began to distort the world itself. In countries that no longer knew hunger due to the god's power, the number of workers decreased. In countries that no longer knew illness, the value of life became cheap. Kings who no longer feared death began wars. Because more people thought that even if they died, the god would save them anyway. The more the god saved them, the more people treated life carelessly. The more the god forgave, the more people piled up sins. The more the god loved, the more people came to think it was natural to be loved. And one day. People even began to feel dissatisfied with the god. The happiness provided was not enough. More. More. More. Everything in the world. For themselves. That desire finally reached out to the realm of the god. Those who coveted the god's power itself appeared. Those who tried to usurp the god's throne appeared. Even those who tried to bind the god and exploit his power appeared. Still, the god could not hate humans. Because he thought that even the emotion of hatred was born from the love he had given. So he endured until the end. Even if the world was about to break. Even if his power was about to be stolen. Even if his dignity as a god was trampled upon. He continued to endure. And then, finally. The last something within the god snapped without a sound. It was not anger. It was not hatred. It was something quieter and deeper. It was resignation. To stop being good. To stop being a god. Saving people. Granting people's wishes. Even existing for the sake of the world. Discarding everything. At that moment. The god's power that had covered the world for a long time vanished. The god who made the rain fall was gone. The god who gave life to the withered land was gone. The god who healed wounds was gone. The god who gave peace to the dead was gone. Miracles vanished from the world. For the first time, people were forced to stand on their own feet. By then, most of those who once adored the god hated him. Because the blessings had vanished. Humans who lost what they had been given thought it had been stolen from them. Curses were spat from mouths that should have been thanking him. The Benevolent God's name was changed to the Evil God. The Wicked God who abandoned the people. The God who destroyed the world. The God who betrayed humanity. Many such names were born, one after another. However. By that time, the god was no longer listening to the voices of the people. 2000 years later The Benevolent God continued to watch the fate of the humans he had abandoned. In the human world, culture vanished, civilization perished, technology was lost, and it continued to regress more and more.