Chapter 77
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Epilogue - Bobby (1)
"The sinner Bobby has raped the followers he was meant to lead with faith and mercy, depriving pure girls of their virginity. This act violates the law, morality, and the doctrines of the Order. It is an unforgivable sin."
Asshole.
"He served as the son and servant of the Ennesic Goddess for decades, but that does not grant him amnesty for such grave crimes."
Asshole.
Asshole.
"Therefore, this court, in accordance with the solemn words of the Ennesic Goddess, orders the expulsion of Priest Bobby from the Order. And..."
Asshole.
Asshole.
Asshole.
"...as a warning to the corrupt seeds and potential criminals remaining in society, we sentence the sinner Bobby to be hanged by the neck until death."
Asshole.
...
Screeech.
Thud.
"Gack... hack..."
...! ...!
"Urk... ah..."
...
"Ah..."
...
Asshole.
Asshole bastard.
When I opened my eyes again, an unfamiliar ceiling loomed before me.
No, there wasn't really a ceiling at all. It was just a pitch-black space, like some kind of nightmare.
"Ah... ugh..."
In this space devoid of light, warmth, or even a sense of direction, I lay face-down on the floor, drooling uncontrollably. I wasn't even sure if there was a floor. There was no distinction between sky and earth here—just the vague sensation of space itself. After wrestling with that alien concept for a while, I gave up thinking and pushed myself to my feet.
"..."
The pain that had strangled my neck was long gone. The saying that all deaths come with pain wasn't a lie, and the notion that everything becomes easy after death was on the verge of being proven true. If I'd really died. If this was truly the afterlife. Then all those propositions would hold.
"Hm..."
I'd thought maybe hell—another kind of torment—awaited after death. But apparently not. Trash like me and saints remembered in history ended up in the same place after all.
"Haha..."
I laughed hollowly. It should have been a joyous occasion, but I still couldn't quite grasp that I'd died. I flexed my body bit by bit, reclaiming the sensations. Then slowly lifted my head.
Far off in this endless black void, a single point of light began to shimmer.
What could be there? It was an unknown realm beyond imagination. But my feet were already moving toward it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, heedless that it might burn me alive, I walked endlessly toward the glow.
After walking for what felt like ages, two figures appeared in the distance.
Or more precisely, I could see them clearly even from afar. Perspective didn't apply here—distance made no difference whether near or far. Even so, unaccustomed to this world's rules, I approached anyway.
"...!"
But my steps halted with a sigh, still a good distance away. No force blocked me, yet I realized I couldn't get within ten paces. It wasn't coercion or power—it was awe and mystery. From that middling distance, the moment I beheld them, I understood everything.
Those two were goddesses.
There was no proof. But I was certain. Because they were that beautiful. So beautiful it felt rude to even describe it in words.
To put it simply, two women sat across a table from each other. But one radiated a glow like sunlight. Not too bright, not too dim, the light flowed softly over her bare skin.
Right. She was completely naked, without a stitch on. Flustered, I averted my gaze. I couldn't dare ogle a goddess's body. But my desires were too honest—even as I looked down, my eyes desperately sought her out. When her toes finally came into view, I froze, breath catching.
Tiny and soft-looking, like a little girl's. Without touching them, I knew her feet would be plush and warm. If I put those twitching toes—fidgeting as if lost in thought—into my mouth and rolled them around, they'd surely taste sweet. Lost in such thoughts, my gaze drifted upward unbidden.
Now in stark contrast to those toes, her plump, luscious thighs filled my vision. Gently crossed atop the chair, they pressed softly against each other, inviting imagination of their texture. A faint sheen of sweat from her own heat lent a rosy tint to her skin. When the curve of her underbutt peeked into view, heat surged below, my loins warming.
No need to say more about what lay above. A slender, delicate waist. Full breasts swaying gently atop it. Though cascades of snow-white hair draped over them, even that couldn't fully hide her tempting nipples. I stared at that fruit of desire for a long moment before finally lifting my eyes to meet the goddess's face.
"Ooooh... ah..."
Her skin gleamed as white as her hair, her expression impassive as she gazed down at the table. Devoid of any emotion, her noble poise and authority shone through that flawless visage. It transcended beauty into ecstasy. Ah, to receive such a blessing. To behold this glory upon my death.
As I gazed endlessly at her, my eyes wandered to the opposite side. There sat another goddess, her black hair flowing. She too stared at the table, a faint smile on her lips.
Unlike the other, this goddess was clad head to toe in rough-woven fabric. Aside from her exposed face, even her toes, neck, and fingers were shrouded. Yet it sparked no regret. Strangely, she evoked an instinctive revulsion. I couldn't say why—just a gut feeling.
But upon closer inspection, they shared the same face. Aside from their mirrored hair colors and attire, their figures, features, even the moles on their bodies were identical—yet their impressions differed entirely. These two, so alike yet unalike, busily moved their hands over the table, engrossed in something.
Only then did I turn my full attention there and realize they were playing a game. At a glance, it resembled chess from our world. White pieces on one side, black on the other. But there was a crucial difference. The white side used multiple pieces, while black employed just one.
More precisely, the white goddess piled onto the board not only the pieces there but also those beside the table—even things that hadn't existed in this space. Yet each time she placed a new one, that single black piece swept dozens away mercilessly. One, two. Sometimes scores tumbled off the table with each swing of the black goddess's piece.
"..."
"..."
It almost looked like one side placed pieces while the other merely swept them away. But some rule governed it, as they were utterly absorbed. Watching for a long while, I belatedly grasped the truth.
The chessboard. The goddess endlessly adding myriad pieces. The one obliterating them with a single piece. White and black. Light and darkness.
Endless births of life, swept away by that one death.
Only then did I realize the snow-white goddess who'd stirred my lust was the Goddess of Life, Ennesic. I wanted to cheer in triumph.
"Ah... aah...!"
I couldn't dare shout aloud, clamping a hand over my mouth—but sound escaped anyway. In this world. Ennesic herself. The goddess right before me? And naked, utterly exposed. The meaning was clear. I'd been chosen. Yes, chosen by her.
Those earthly priests expelled me, but the goddess hadn't abandoned me—she'd taken me in. What was her purpose? No idea. Probably tied to what I was good at. But racking my brain, the only thing I'd excelled at was raping girls. Maybe she wanted me as her personal plaything?
Good lord. Was that really it?
Just thinking it made my loins tremble. Yes, that had to be it. Why else summon me? Right. It was certain. Soon, I'd be entwining with the goddess.
"Sister."
Lost in such delusions, the black-haired goddess—whose name I didn't know—suddenly spoke. Ears perked, every nerve attuned, I awaited her words in eager anticipation.
What would she say? "Get that dick hard, you pig." Ah, please. My cock was already throbbing hot—no issue there. Or even the reverse: "Priest Bobby, who served me well—I'll let you fuck me as a reward." No, that made more sense. After all my years of service. Fine, Goddess. Then I'll offer you this cock that's pleasured countless girls. Come on, what'll it be? Anything. Anything!
As I thought this, her voice finally came. Laced with amusement, she tossed out a single line.
"That asshole retard showed up."