Title: [Analysis] Let’s Explore the Manufactured Evil God, Orma – Divine Liquor Edition (Spoiler Warning)
Hey, what I’m going to explore today is our final boss, Orma, who is personally shattering the heads of not just Nox Gallery users but Nox fans worldwide.
This isn’t a strategy guide, so if you want to ask about that, use that time to improve your physical skills instead ㅇㅇ
If you hate spoilers, press back now… But you’ve already read it, right? Just sit down and watch the rest.
(Pepe meme holding a chalice and laughing)
Now, let’s start by looking at the entrance to Siol’s sanctuary that you can go to in the early part.
If you turn left here, you can see a mural presumed to be of Banan.
(Mural illustration of Banan pouring something into a large jar)
Why is this important?
Since Banan is the God of Abundance, you might think she’s brewing ‘wine,’ a symbol of abundance commonly found in mythology, right?
(Pepe meme drawn with a question mark as if thinking about something)
But wait! There are no ‘grapes’ anywhere in the picture?!
Then what… isn’t she brewing some other liquor? lol;
Actually, it makes sense since Siol was famous for wheat beer before its destruction.
But is the golden powder near Banan in the mural really symbolizing wheat?
We all know that ‘gold’ symbolizes something specific in this game, <MOX NOX>.
It symbolizes divinity, or gods.
Huh… then doesn’t something seem strange?
Gold symbolizing gods and Banan making something presumed to be liquor…
If we connect this combination…
(Game illustration of liquor and a chalice shimmering with golden light)
That’s right!
It connects to the divine liquor that Orma drank!
In other words, we can infer that the divine liquor was liquor created by Banan.
Eh? Then did Banan deliberately make Orma into a god? But why???
(Pepe meme shrugging and expressing doubt)
Of course, that part hasn’t been revealed yet;
We don’t even know what the relationship between Banan and Orma is, but if you go to a corner of Serka’s temple, which can be called the primordial village, there are old scriptures.
If you read the scripture on the far left bookshelf among them, you’ll find this content:
[……The hero is a being with duality. He can become both a savior who will save this world and a destroyer who will destroy it. One must always be vigilant, keeping in mind that a calamity greater than the calamity before one’s eyes is stirring……]
What we should focus on is ‘a calamity greater than the calamity before one’s eyes.’
Everyone must have noticed that the hero mentioned here = Orma, and this scripture was written when Orma was a hero.
Then what is the ‘greater calamity’?
It’s right now that we Nox fans are facing, the current point in the story where destruction is in progress!
Oho… Serka is indeed not the chief god for nothing—she accurately prophesied even the very distant future. Pretty impressive…
But another question arises.
Why did Serka leave Orma alone?
When Orma was first condemned for stealing and drinking the divine liquor, Serka came running furiously, but after having a conversation with Orma, she just left! WTF, what is this?
What we need to focus on here is the question: ‘How far into the future did Serka see?’
Isn’t it strange that she knew another calamity would come, but didn’t know what kind of existence Orma would become???
She didn’t know he would steal and drink the divine liquor? She didn’t know he would become an evil god??
She REALLY didn’t know he would become an existence threatening the world?!
Here, I came up with a hypothesis.
What if all of this was a gamble that Serka was conducting?
What if Serka saw Orma as an ambiguous existence from the beginning?
Like Schrödinger’s cat, who could either save the world or destroy it.
But what’s certain from the scripture is that the calamity happening now is unrelated to Orma.
Meaning it’s a calamity that would have occurred whether he became an evil god or not.
However, the game clearly states, ‘Ironically, only the evil god can end this calamity.’
Now, all the clues for deduction are out!
(Pepe meme with a relaxed smile)
Serka was troubled from the start about the appearance of Orma, who was called a hero.
Because she knew that even if they stopped the destruction now, another calamity would come someday.
And she also knew that the only being who could stop the calamity was none other than >>>Orma<<<!!
But? Orma is human.
How would she know when that calamity would come?? Is there any guarantee that Orma, a human, would be alive by then??
No! Humans die when they get old, die when they get sick, anyway they die easily.
So the conclusion is that she ultimately gambled.
In other words, Serka had Banan brew the divine liquor, deceived Orma into drinking it, and…
‘Made’ him into a god!
* * *
As if it had never been dark, sunlight began pouring into the room, and Ban frowned and slowly blinked his deliberately opened eyes, thinking:
At this rate, my ribs might break someday… Why does he hold me so tightly while sleeping when I’ve never thought of running away or given him any such anxiety? Even while drowsy, he became curious about Orma’s sleeping habits from when he was human.
Was he originally like this? Was his sleeping habit to hug everything in sight when someone was next to him? Would he hug at least a pillow if there was nothing else? Or was he holding him like a child with a teddy bear substitute? The curiosity that started there led to recalling Orma, who had spoken so candidly last night.
……Actually, could gods get drunk too? He hadn’t expected him to tell him in such detail. Even if he pretended otherwise, Ban could feel that Orma was opening his heart to him.
Well, thinking of his god, he didn’t know if that was a good thing. Wasn’t he broken to the point where he’d come to depend on anyone who reached out to him? What if Ban had approached with very bad intentions? If he really thought about it, wasn’t he also ultimately using Orma’s power to selfishly go around solving calamities? In the process, even though he knew Orma disliked using his divine authority, he was essentially pretending not to notice.
The same with Banan. Even if he’d heard and known that story in advance, would anything change? Wouldn’t he still have begged Orma to save the humans of Siol? And he had a feeling that Orma, while grumbling, wouldn’t have been able to ignore his request.
Ah, O Orma… Being called an evil god while having such a weak and gentle heart. What if another human had approached to harm him instead of Ban?
……Of course, what harm could a mere human with bad intentions do to a god? Still, his mind was still incomplete.
Ban felt complex emotions, guilt, and contempt for himself slowly rising and let out a faint sigh while staring blankly at the soundly sleeping Orma’s face.
“……”
Not for nothing was he a god—he hadn’t once seen eye crust in those handsome eyes. The grubbiness when they first met must have been from being covered in dust pouring out from the worn and tattered clothes he was wearing. Suddenly remembering Orma, who had only touched his hem and grumbled with eyes that didn’t know what to do, embarrassed even at Ban’s reproach calling him a beggar, brought a smile to his lips.
And then, Orma, whom he thought was sleeping, asked in a drowsy voice:
“What’s so funny?”
“……Ah, are you awake?”
When Orma half-opened his eyes, the golden eyes visible between them sparkled more than usual, catching the sunlight seeping through the window. After staring endlessly at Ban with eyes that swept up coolly like a feline predator’s, Orma closed his eyes again smoothly and muttered a bit, still drunk on sleep.
“We don’t need to wake up early today……”
“Mm, that’s true, but.”
“……”
“I’m suffocating—don’t you have any intention of letting go? If you change positions and hold my hand comfortably while sleeping again……”
Thinking his ribs would break at this rate, he couldn’t help but ask carefully, but Orma pretended not to hear and instead buried his forehead in Ban’s shoulder and rubbed against it. Right, that means ‘I don’t want to.’ Ban quickly gave up and barely managed to raise his left hand to pat Orma’s forearm, conveying the meaning of ‘do as you please.’
It was an action meant to let him sleep more, thinking that just for today he’d indulge his god’s sleepy whining since he was admirable and praiseworthy for dispelling Siol’s calamity yesterday even though he didn’t want to. Fortunately, it seemed to work as Orma soon fell back asleep, his breathing becoming peaceful.
Well, now what do I do… Honestly speaking, this kind of contact was a bit more bewildering for Ban than for Orma. Born an orphan who didn’t even know his parents, having never properly dated a lover who whispered sweet nothings, this kind of intense embrace was awkward.
Of course, he didn’t think Orma was hugging him while sleeping with erotic expressions as if treating a lover. If he had to categorize it, wouldn’t it be closer to the ‘teddy bear substitute’ he’d thought of earlier?
Ban glanced at Orma’s hair visible right before his nose. The hair shimmering in the sunlight was a mysterious color that wouldn’t produce such a vivid hue even if he dyed his hair black. His shadow was exactly this color, and every time he saw it, it was fascinating that this color ‘existed.’
As his thoughts and gaze turned there, Ban’s hand naturally moved toward Orma’s hair. Hesitation was brief—Ban soon carefully stroked that fine-textured hair. Since he’s sleeping anyway, he won’t care, right?
Hmm… why is his hair so soft? Is it because he’s a god? It’s fascinating no matter how many times I see it. Even the parts catching light are distinctly black… Even as his continuing thoughts approached contemplation, Ban’s hand didn’t rest and kept caressing Orma’s hair.
Did that wake him?
Orma, who had been twitching, not only lifted his head abruptly but sat halfway up. After sitting up suddenly, he had a strange expression of not knowing what to do. With flushed, reddish eyes, he looked down at Ban, who was still lying there obediently, with a resentful gaze, hesitated, then asked:
“……Are you doing this for that confirmation thing too, or what?”
