Trouble (Second Update)

He was keen on mortal experiences, and that was no secret to many who truly knew him.

He loved to enjoy everything, yet when faced with responsibility, he demanded the utmost from himself. He was practically a spiral of contradictions, often swinging between complete relaxation and ruthless coldness. Yet to those who knew him better, it was merely a matter of whether he had activated the Holy Marks. There was nothing surprising about it. Most people preferred him in his mortal state, but even without the Holy Marks activated, his personality was inherently contradictory—humor and sarcasm, cluelessness in romance and profound consideration, all existing in one person was difficult to comprehend. No one knew when he would suddenly deliver a line sharp enough to pierce heart and lungs. His extraordinarily vast linguistic repertoire allowed him to begin with the tiniest details and inflict terrifying psychological violence upon others in their native tongues. To even understand those words, one had to endure the hardship of struggling through a bewildering tangle of language and incomprehensible local customs.

He appeared differently in the eyes of many people. But if you had not yet read this book, you might see him as a capricious tyrant, an ascetic devoted to tormenting himself, a sovereign who had poured out his heart and soul for the Human Race, a King who was impartial, just, and devoid of human warmth, and so on and so forth. Just as there were a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people—who was Hamlet, you ask? A playwright named Shakespeare, who lived during the first millennium. The Imperial Palace Library had Shakespeare's manuscripts, shelved alongside plastic robot toys. You young people really ought to read more instead of wandering around those boring little planets, trying to kill aliens locked up