This Wasn’t an Erotic Game?

Chapter 43 - My Plans Get Screwed Up Again

『 Translator – Divinity 』

After being born...

The fragment instantly took over the body.

The host's soul was swiftly pushed aside and shoved into a corner.

[Food!]

The fragment easily swallowed the soul of the host it had been dwelling in for so long.

But even though it swallowed it, the soul wasn't in an easily digestible state.

This was due to the weakened connection caused by sixteen years of weekly bombardment with divine magic.

If the connection had been strong and it had awakened after deeply embedding itself in the center of the soul, the soul would have been shattered and readily available for consumption.

But because it hadn't, the swallowed host's soul was whole and difficult to digest.

But what choice did it have?

It had to eat it to digest the soul, extract resentment, and unleash curses.

After its first uncomfortable and bloated feast, the fragment checked its own state.

It was in a terrible condition.

Due to the sixteen years of being bombarded with divine magic, not only was its structure severely unstable because it couldn't properly settle in the soul, but its curse's power was also incomplete because it was forcibly awakened before it was fully developed.

But there were no other problems.

Now it was fully awake and could wield the power of the curse bestowed upon it to its heart's content.

[Everything. I'm going to eat everything!!]

It could sense countless human souls and minds around it.

The souls of the parents who, burdened with guilt and frustration, tortured their daughter to save her...

The princess who, enduring pain and despair, tried to build happy memories to save her other half...

The cowards who were so consumed with torturing the young princess that they broke down and abandoned their duties as priests...

And the wounded and broken hearts that remained in this capital...

They were all its food.

The fragment wanted to devour them all, and so it did.

It lifted the host's body into the air and spread its curse as far as it could.

The curse seeped into human bodies, and their souls began to be eaten away.

The devoured souls were then delivered to the fragment of the Evil God, filling its belly.

More souls.

More resentment created by digesting them.

And more curses through that resentment.

This was the first step towards an endless vicious cycle.

"Quickly! Cast a miracle and neutralize the curse!"

The priests were resisting, trying to delay the curse, but the fragment found their efforts pathetic.

The curse that the fragment unleashed was different from ordinary curses.

The fragment's curse targeted the soul directly.

It instilled the fear of having one's soul shattered, and as that fear grew within the heart, it devoured those emotions and consumed the very existence of the person, a truly vicious curse.

The fragment of the Evil God, being a part of a god, knew this very well.

This attack shook the very foundation of a human's existence, so no mortal could withstand it.

Saints, saintesses, heroes...

It was the same for anyone, no matter how noble or pure their mind and soul were.

That's why the fragment of the Evil God wasn't surprised at all when a man suddenly appeared before it, walking on air.

It actually scoffed.

No human could be devoid of the fear of having their soul, the core of their existence, destroyed.

What a foolish human, throwing himself into the source of the curse.

If he wanted to die, it would grant his wish.

Thinking that, the fragment of the Evil God cast a curse, but the curse only swirled around the man's body, unable to penetrate his soul.

It was clear that his soul was trembling, shaken by the curse, but the man, unfazed, continued to charge towards it as if he felt no fear at all.

The fragment was shocked.

How was this possible?

How could this be?

Any living human, if their soul was shaken, should be consumed by a terrible fear, right?

Isn't that common sense?

As the fragment was bewildered by this nonsensical situation...

The belt struck its cheek.

And...

Unimaginable pain surged through the fragment.

─ 𓆩♱𓆪 ─

I was so furious that I felt like I was losing my mind.

I continued to swing the belt.

Both of the fragment's cheeks were swollen, and its teeth were knocked out, flying through the air.

And that wasn't all.

"You goddamn wings, fuck!!"

I grabbed the fragment's wings, forcibly tearing and ripping at the feathers and eyeballs that had sprouted on them.

[S-Stop!!!! Stop!!!! Please! Please!!!!!!]

The fragment screamed.

But I didn't stop.

"Fuck you, you bastard!! You goddamn bastard!! Feel it too!! Feel the pain that Iomene went through!!"

I grabbed the sprouted wings with both hands and delivered a knee kick.

Crack!

The wing bones snapped and broke.

The fragment of the Evil God couldn't even scream anymore.

I once heard from someone who had kidney stones that when it's truly painful, you can't even scream.

It was probably a similar situation.

But it wasn't over yet.

Far from it.

Considering what you did to Iomene, it was far, far from over.

I looked at the feathers I had ripped out, clutched in my hand.

The tips were sharp.

This would do.

I approached Iomene, who was whimpering, unable to react due to the pain.

I lifted her hand...

And placed the sharp tip of a feather under her fingernail.

"Did you think it was over?"

The sharp tip of the feather pierced the soft flesh under her nail.

Iomene's body jumped.

[Aaaaagh!! Agh!!!]

It tried to escape, but how could it when its feet were frozen in time?

I punched its stomach and continued the beating, whipping its arms and legs with the belt until bruises formed.

It couldn't endure it for long.

Fragment of the Evil God or not, it seemed like it couldn't withstand this level of pain amplified by Sensitivity 3000x.

[Aaaaagh!!]

The fragment of the Evil God let out a chilling scream and escaped Iomene's body.

A terribly black mass emerged from Iomene's mouth.

[You!! Mine!!]

And then it flew towards me, screaming.

I didn't resist.

I closed my eyes tightly and accepted the Evil God's curse entering my body.

Yes.

It was finally over.

Whether it was because of the positive thoughts surrounding me or some other reason, the curse didn't affect me.

Even the curse directly unleashed by the fragment of the Evil God had no effect.

Then I just needed to put the source of the curse, the fragment of the Evil God, into my soul and let it explode.

This would guarantee my return to Korea.

I had no doubt about it.

The fragment seeped into my body and disappeared.

Yes.

It was finally over.

Goodbye.

Arcal Empire.

It was disgusting meeting you...

And let's never meet aga...

[No!! No!! Aaaaagh!! Agh!!]

Wait a minute.

What's wrong with this guy?

Why is he screaming like that?

[You!! You!! Deceived me!! You tricked me!!]

The fragment of the Evil God, about to dig into my soul, suddenly started screaming.

[Why!! Why is that in your soul?!... Aaaaagh!!]

"Wait!! No!!"

Ignoring my screams, the fragment of the Evil God shattered with a crack.

And then it vanished, completely destroyed.

At the same time, a brilliant light burst from my body.

The light then turned into thousands of tiny fragments and quietly...

Started falling to the ground.

It was a fantastical and beautiful sight, as if stars were falling to the earth...

But what the fuck?!

My reincarnation to Korea!?

My skip-hell cheat code?!

Weren't you supposed to dig into my soul and make me your new host?

Why are you suddenly shattering and disappearing!!

Why!!

─ 𓆩♱𓆪 ─

When the curse erupted...

Every human in the capital felt it.

Naturally, Erpa felt it too.

She and the other mages and witches of the Magic Tower started running towards the Imperial Palace.

And there, Erpa witnessed it.

Against the backdrop of the morning sun rising in the sky, a woman with black wings was shooting curses from her wings.

And Saint Amael, walking on air towards that woman.

"Amael!!"

Erpa reflexively drew her wand and tried to approach the Saint, but one of the White Church priests beside her hurriedly stopped her.

"You can't go near him!"

"Why! I have to save the Saint! I have to...!"

"If you approach the source of the curse, your soul will be contaminated and destroyed!! You will die if you go near him recklessly! This cannot be dealt with through ordinary means!! With a curse source this powerful, we need at least dozens of priests using the Miracle of Evil Destruction!!"

Erpa felt a surge of conflict at the priest's words.

She had to save the Saint.

But there was nothing she could do.

"The Saint... can he survive?"

At her question, the White Church priest lowered his head in anguish.

"It's too late. We have to destroy the Saint's soul and the soul of the host with the Miracle of Evil Destruction."

Erpa felt her blood run cold.

Saint Amael.

Her love.

Her everything.

How could she possibly live without him?

Could she survive in a world without him?

She wanted to shake off the priest and run to save the Saint right now.

But she couldn't.

Because she remembered the words the Saint had spoken to her at the last moment.

That she should prioritize herself over him.

Thinking back, it was a prophecy for this very moment.

The Saint was a Seer, so he must have known this moment would come.

Erpa clenched her fists until they creaked.

She closed her eyes tightly.

The belief that the Goddess Lilia would never abandon her Saint...

Holding onto that belief, she turned away from the Saint, who was confronting the fragment of the Evil God.

"What should I do?!"

"Gather the people who have been cursed! I will cast a miracle on their souls to slow down the curse!"

"Hurry!"

Instead of running to the Saint, Erpa chose to save the people.

She frantically waved her wand, teleporting those who were suffering and writhing in pain from the curse to the priests.

But no matter how much she tried, the spreading curse only intensified.

No magic…

No miracle...

Could prevent the curse from seeping into people and eating away at their souls.

All they could do was try to slow it down by bombarding the already affected souls with divine magic.

"Please!... Please!"

Erpa, with tears in her eyes, desperately tried to move as many people as possible away from the source of the curse.

But as if mocking her pleas, the curse only continued to consume the capital.

At this rate, there was nothing but a future where countless people would have their souls devoured and die. It was at that moment...

"The... curse!..."

"It's disappearing!"

The curses afflicting the souls of countless people began to leave them and return to their source.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

The Saint and the source of the curse were fighting.

It was clear to everyone that the Saint was winning the fierce battle.

Although it was too far away to see clearly, the screams of the source of the curse could be heard by everyone.

"The... Saint is...?"

"Impossible!! Is he really controlling such a powerful curse?!"

"Is that... is that even possible!!"

Everyone was shocked.

And naturally, Erpa was shocked as well.

But that wasn't the end.

In the next moment...

The source of the curse let out a terrible scream.

And a brilliant light burst from the Saint's body.

The radiant light, momentarily obscuring even the rising morning sun, soon turned into small, shimmering fragments of light and began to slowly descend from the sky to the ground.

The lights, one by one...

Landed on the bodies of those who had been suffering and screaming in pain from the curse.

And with that, their pained faces turned peaceful.

"Those are the fragments of souls devoured by the source of the curse."

One of the White Church priests murmured in a daze.

"A miracle."

"It's the Saint's miracle."

"He... he saved us."

Everyone in the capital looked up at this fantastical scene.

The morning sun, now fully risen above the horizon, shone brilliantly on the capital.

In that holy morning light, the Saint stood on the air, silently gazing at the sky, tears streaming down his face.

It was like a scene from a grand myth, undeniable to anyone.