This Wasn’t an Erotic Game?

Chapter 39 - Gone with the Saint's Whipping

『 Translator – Divinity 』

Baron Hanson desperately tried to cover his mouth.

But he was already under hypnosis, and his body wouldn't obey his will.

"Don't move, don't resist, don't shoot any curses. Just sit still and answer my questions. Who is the Collector? What does he do?"

"He collects resentment for the Church. Because a large amount of resentment is needed to use the Evil God's miracles and curses. Our factory is one of the main sources of resentment."

He used the factory as a source of resentment?

Don't tell me...

"The factory fire. Did you do that on purpose? To amplify people's despair and pain?"

Baron Hanson answered with a suicidal expression.

"Yes, that's correct. I did it on purpose. Because he said he needed to urgently acquire a large amount of resentment. So I intentionally set the fire."

"What was the resentment going to be used for?"

"I don't know that. He doesn't tell me. I just help the Collector gather resentment easily."

"Where is the Collector?"

Baron Hanson trembled.

He seemed terrified that words were spilling from his mouth against his will.

But what could he do?

He truthfully confessed.

"Over there... behind the bookshelf, there's a passage. It's hidden with the Miracle of Concealment, so even the most skilled priest can't find it."

"Can you open it?"

"Yes, I can."

"Then open it."

At my command, Baron Hanson stood up like a machine and approached the bookshelf.

He chanted something and touched the books on the shelf in a specific order, and then the bookshelf melted away, revealing a hidden passage behind it.

The thick stench of blood wafted out.

It was repulsive.

The smell made me feel like my reason was snapping.

He intentionally...

Intentionally burned people to death?

To gather resentment?

I couldn't even curse.

I'm going to catch them all and hand them over to the Pantheon.

And in front of everyone...

In front of the bereaved families of the factory fire, I'm going to burn them at the stake.

That's the only way the souls of those who died will find some peace!!

"You stay right here and don't move an inch. The Collector, you, and that fatso who fainted outside, you're all going to be burned at the stake. That's the only way the souls of the people you intentionally killed today will find some peace!!"

After spitting on Baron Hanson's face...

I went down the passage without hesitation.

Not long after I descended, I saw a woman frantically chanting a spell on a blood-red magic circle with an inverted pentagram.

That must be the one they call the Collector.

The Collector was so engrossed in her chanting that she didn't notice me, even though I was right there.

So this woman caused the fire?

Then you're going to get it too.

You're going to get beaten up and burned at the stake, you bitch!!

I charged at the Collector.

And...

"W-Wait? How did you get here!!... Kyaaaaa!!"

The Collector's corn flew through the air.

── 𓆩♱𓆪 ──

The Collector couldn't understand.

It was no exaggeration to say that the Miracle of Concealment was one of the most powerful miracles the Evil God bestowed upon his followers.

It was a powerful miracle, with records of even high-ranking priests and other gods being deceived by it.

But how did this crazy Healing Saint, who suddenly appeared and started whipping her with a belt, know about the secret passage entrance hidden with the Miracle of Concealment and find his way here?

The Collector, who had been hit by the belt and sent flying while spitting out corn, quickly got up.

A black aura swirled around her cheeks, and then all her injuries were healed and disappeared.

She gritted her teeth.

Now that things had come to this, she had to get rid of the Saint to prevent any setbacks to their plan.

"You servant of a filthy whore!!"

The Collector offered the resentment she had gathered from the factory as a sacrifice and created a curse.

It was a high-level curse.

Even the Healing Saint wouldn't be unscathed after being hit by this curse.

A jet-black curse ignited and burned on her hand.

"The Blood Drinker will never let you...!"

The Saint's reaction was strange.

Instead of dodging or trying to escape after seeing the curse blazing on her hand, he charged towards her as if asking to be hit.

A faint smile on his face even hinted at a crazed joy.

Feeling a chill, the Collector unleashed the curse.

The curse flew and accurately struck the Saint's body, and...

It had no effect.

"What?!"

Almost simultaneously with the Collector's shocked gasp, the belt struck her cheek.

Once again, she was sent flying, spitting out corn, and crashed to the ground. She quickly got up.

And she was certain.

'Does he have no fear of curses at all?'

Curses were different from magic.

Unlike magic, where the result remained the same regardless of the target's mental state, the effect of a curse varied greatly depending on the target's soul and mental condition.

Curses fed on fear and dread, parasitizing and devouring the host's mind and soul.

No matter how many defensive spells or miracles were cast on the body, if there was even a sliver of fear towards the curse, it would cling to the host's soul and torment them endlessly.

But conversely, curses had no effect on those who felt no fear or dread towards them in the first place.

Even a newborn baby would feel fear when faced with a curse.

This Saint, with a perfectly sound mind and soul, felt no fear towards the curse.

The Collector laughed at this absurd conclusion.

"You're no ordinary man. Indeed, I cannot kill you with my curse."

Since the curse didn't work, she had no choice but to enhance her physical abilities and fight.

The Collector's nails grew long.

Jet-black nails, sharp and strong enough to easily tear through steel, extended like blades.

The miracle of strengthening her body was invoked, using human resentment as a sacrifice.

The strength of her muscles increased, and her tendons were more firmly attached to her bones.

She could feel her bones harden and her nerves quicken.

And that wasn't all.

The Evil God's miracle, which turned the pain from injuries and wounds sustained in battle into pleasure, also settled upon her body.

Perfect.

With this, she could become a berserker, fighting endlessly without feeling any pain.

Look at the Saint's skinny body.

It was clear that he had never engaged in physical combat before.

"For the Blood Drinker! I will tear your soul and body to shreds!!"

She shouted and lunged at the Saint.

She wouldn't lose.

For the Evil God.

For their plan.

She could sacrifice everything.

Her nails easily pierced the Saint's body.

Just as a smile appeared on the Collector's lips...

"That's just my afterimage."

With a smack, the sound of leather and flesh colliding echoed as the Collector was once again sent flying through the air and crashed pathetically to the ground.

── 𓆩♱𓆪 ──

Baron Hanson's curse earlier...

And the curse from this Collector woman...

Why weren't they working on me?

"You're no ordinary man. Indeed, I cannot kill you with my curse."

Damn it.

She can't kill me with her curse?

Does that mean ordinary curses don't work on me at all?

No?

Why??

I just want to be hit by an ordinary curse and have my soul shattered!

Is it impossible to shatter my soul unless it's with a super powerful curse like the fragment of the Evil God?!

Trying to reason with my barely functioning brain, I thought it might be because of the thoughts surrounding me.

I had heard something like that before.

Curses are affected by thoughts.

Curses don't easily affect people surrounded by positive energy.

I had healed and saved countless people, so it must be that positive energy that was preventing the curses from working!!

This is awful!

Does this mean there's no other way than getting hit by the fragment of the Evil God, which has a high concentration of curses bursting from within?!

As I was screaming internally...

The Collector suddenly extended her nails like blades and charged towards me.

I hurriedly cast Time Stop and moved behind her.

This damn Time Stop.

It really consumes an annoying amount of mental energy.

On top of that, I had used Time Stop at the factory to save the girl, and I had been frantically healing the injured...

I could feel my mental energy severely depleted.

I needed to find a way to use it more efficiently.

No, wait.

That's not right.

I'm going to be cursed and return to Korea soon.

Erotic game skills or whatever...

They're useless to me now.

"That's just my afterimage."

I moved behind her, released Time Stop, and swung the belt, striking the back of her head.

The Collector flew through the air and crashed to the ground.

Even the Collector couldn't be unscathed after such an impact.

Now, once she faints or something, I can approach her, use Absolute Hypnosis, and subdue her.

As I was thinking that...

"Mmmh♥ Ahhh♥♥"

The Collector let out lewd moans that sounded like they belonged in a porn video and raised her head from the ground where she had fallen.

She chuckled and looked at me.

"No matter how much you hit me, do you think I'll even flinch? Pain... only brings me pleasure."

If she made that face and held up a peace sign with both hands, it would be the infamous "ahegao double peace" meme.

Wait.

Why is she making that face after being thrown to the ground with such force?

Ah.

She's a devil worshiper, right?

It's strange to apply common sense to a crazy group.

"Hit me more! If that's all you've got, you can't defeat me! Never!!"

The Collector burst into laughter and flew towards me.

Her movements were too fast to follow with my eyes.

If I fought her in hand-to-hand combat, I would lose 100%!!

I need to quickly cast Time Stop and freeze her!...

[Mental energy critically low.]

This is awful!!

I did use it a lot today.

I used Time Stop at the factory to save the girl, and I just used it again.

Then there's no other way.

If I freeze her with Absolute Hypnosis!...

[Please accurately designate the target's location.]

It's too fast to designate her properly.

And Absolute Hypnosis consumes mental energy in the process of designating the target, and I've already run out of mental energy, so even designating her is difficult.

Damn it!!

I wanted to use hypnosis on that Collector and make her spill everything she knows!

"Die! You servant of a whore!!"

While I was hesitating, unable to cast Time Stop or Absolute Hypnosis, I saw the Collector aiming for my neck with her claws.

If that hits, I'm dead.

If my neck gets sliced off, wouldn't Body Modification be impossible?

My mind went blank with the fear of death.

An instinctive, reflexive action burst forth.

My body, empowered with incredible strength by Body Modification, desperately dodged backward.

The Collector's claws barely grazed my face.

And almost simultaneously, I grabbed her outstretched arm and cast Sensitivity 3000x while swinging the belt.

With a loud crack, the Collector's face was struck, and she flew through the air, crashing to the ground just like before.

And then...

"Ungh♥♥♥"

A moan escaped her lips.

The Collector started trembling, and then a fountain of urine erupted from between her legs.

"Oh my♥ Oh my god♥ Ohhh♥ Ahhh♥ Ungh♥"

Her eyes, as she moaned, turned bloodshot.

It seemed like her blood vessels were bursting from her heart beating too fast.

Blood flowed from her nose and ears.

The Collector, with her tongue sticking out, trembling like a broken machine, finally let out a loud moan and collapsed.

"Ungyoooooooooot♥♥♥♥♥"

She convulsed and trembled, unleashing another fountain of urine.

Wow.

When I first saw this on those tear-jerker websites, I laughed, thinking, "Who cries like that?"

But there really are people who moan like that?

The Collector, her eyes rolled back, climaxed for a while, then suddenly went limp like a puppet with its strings cut.

There was no response, so I approached her and placed my hand on her body.

Her heart wasn't beating.

And look at all the blood gushing from her nose, ears, and eyes.

It was obvious that all the blood vessels in her brain had burst, and she was dead.

It seemed…

It seems like she died from excessive pleasure?

If it weren't for my mental exhaustion, I could have used Absolute Hypnosis on her and made her spill everything...

What a waste.

"Saint!! Are you alright?! Wh-What is this...?"

"By Grace! A devil worshiper!"

As I blankly looked down at the Collector, who had apparently died from excessive pleasure...

The police, along with paladins of the Lilia Church and High Priest Yodel, who seemed to have rushed in after hearing the commotion, froze in shock.

"She was a devil worshiper. I just dealt with her."

"G-Good heavens! A devil worshiper!!"

"Call the White Church! Now!!"

As the police officers rushed out of the room...

The people of the Lilia Church knelt before me.

"Ahh! To think you would slay a devil worshiper at the end of your righteous anger for the weak!"

"It's Grace! It's Grace!"

"Guide us!!"

I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh, seeing the priests shedding tears as if they were so moved.

This is why the Goddess Lilia is pissed and wants to send me to hell.

"I am not a saint. As I've said many times, I am not a sai..."

"He shall deny his divinity! Saint!! Guide us!!”

It's done, for fuck's sake.

Just do whatever you want.

The fragment of the Evil God will enter my soul soon, and when it explodes, I'll go to Korea with it.