Chapter 132
Chapter 132
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 132
Chapter Title: Floating Island Siege
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Proxy War of the Gods. Pryunar.
The gods couldn't act freely due to certain constraints, and those constraints were called causality.
The right they could earn in this battle was the ability to wield godlike authority free from those constraints.
I wasn't entirely sure what Pryunar exactly was, but both the gods and the users were aiming for the supreme status it represented.
Why not just fight it out among themselves instead of this proxy war nonsense? There must be some unknowable reason preventing direct competition, so they set up these rules.
Those rules probably involved assigning each god a user—an otherworlder—and the one whose human reached a certain level or completed tasks would win and become the absolute being... something like that.
I'd have to ask about it.
"What do you have to accomplish to become Pryunar?"
"No one knows the exact conditions. But there are a few leading theories."
No one knows? Not even the gods? Almiras dropped this bombshell and explained the most likely winning conditions.
They were:
1. Completely subjugating the Demon King's side, with the highest contribution among them.
2. Or completing linked quests with special beings like the eight Monster Kings to rack up high scores.
3. Or just conquering the entire world outright.
"And so on."
"The gods won't tell you the conditions?"
"They won't. They're omnipotent, but when that omnipotence clashes, they can't help but set rules and follow them. Even they don't seem to know the precise way to win."
Almiras added, "I can't say more about the gods. I've got constraints too."
No need to pry further.
"Do high gods like Nanarn or the Dragon God know? Even if they do, the rules probably prevent them from telling how to reach Pryunar."
"Something like that. Oddly enough, even omniscient gods seem to have patchy knowledge about this planet's secrets or the powerful entities residing here—they don't know everything perfectly."
They'd offer advice when users achieved great feats or uncovered new secrets, though.
It really felt like a game.
But the gods, who should be the developers, didn't know the full lore?
...Or maybe they weren't the developers?
Perhaps someone else was the developer, the gods were admins, and users were uncovering the world's secrets to earn rewards from those admins...?
Then what was that developer, and what was its goal?
"Got more questions."
Right then.
A group clad in armor entered the park.
Just over a dozen, but it made my nerves twitch—like a thief startled by his own footsteps.
I was on edge, but Almiras just stared casually. Tough nerves.
Then she said to me,
"Put your hand on my waist."
"......"
I did as told.
Did I know her intent?
Does intent matter when I get to touch this alluring waist?
Out of conscience, I didn't fully commit—kept my hand light, pretending to touch.
Manner hands, you know.
Suddenly, Almiras leaned her head on my shoulder. Her hair smelled nice.
"They sensed something. Time to bail."
"Why not just leave without coming to find me?"
"Oh? You might be my greatest enemy someday—I need to scout."
"Then hide and watch secretly."
"You'd notice even if I hid."
"My arm's going numb. How long?"
"Such a whiner."
Not whining.
Muscle pain from my own flames.
"Huh? For real? Didn't that scam skill have no penalties?"
"No internal damage, but heavy movement causes soreness... Ugh."
This woman...! She dug her finger into my arm.
"Kyaha."
"You think that's funny?"
I headbutted the top of her head where it rested on mine. She whined it hurt.
"That was good. We looked like a really loving couple."
"Yeah?"
So it was a couple act.
"Also, fix that awkward 'manner hand' arm sometime."
"No regrets."
I lifted my arm to her bare shoulder.
...Warm and soft.
Her bronzed skin had this inexplicable bounce; my fingers gripped unconsciously.
"Oh? No hesitation touching a woman's bare skin?"
"Don't wear shoulder-baring crop tops then. Too tempting."
"Blaming my sexy outfit sounds kinda dangerous, no?"
"......"
Still so composed.
Exudes experienced big-sis vibes.
Been annoyed by her cockiness, but... try this.
Half mischief, half lust, I slid my hand near her armpit.
Whoops, all lust.
Honestly, wanted to slip into that sexy curve, lift her arm, and suck on that pit... but she'd snap my neck.
"...Mm...!"
"...!"
Sexy noise.
Panicked, I pulled away.
Almiras looked flustered too, then said,
"W-well, I'm a girl, it's embarrassing? Or are you trying to embarrass me?"
"My bad."
As I spoke, I pulled her shoulder into a hug.
The knights were giving us weird looks.
"Act close for now. They suspect."
"Not that... Mm, okay. Like this?"
Whatever she was about to say, Almiras draped her arm around my side, her other hand stroking my thigh softly.
...Fuck, turning me on.
Don't. I'll get hard.
Revenge stroke on her shoulder—she got bolder on my thigh, body tingling.
Vicious cycle. Or virtuous?
"Hey. Your hand's creeping toward my chest?"
"Hallucination."
"Wanna touch? I'll touch back."
"...Don't."
Her playful tone, eyes locked on my crotch.
She froze, then spoke.
"You... that's. Huge, right?"
"Dunno."
Awkward, pleasant silence flowed.
We kept competitively groping, pleasure building.
This'd lead to full erection.
Somehow, getting hard felt like losing.
Change topic before defeat.
"Can I ask something?"
"Sure. I'll tell what I know as payment for saving me. You seem clueless."
She was right; tons of questions.
Ashita only knew Elryunar locals' info—user stuff unresolved.
"So, where do people usually come from to this world? Right after arriving, what perks from assigned gods... and what else?"
"Where? Like which country?"
"Not assuming Earth's the only life."
"No. It is. All otherworlders are Earth humans."
Really?
With real gods, hard to believe vast universe has only humans.
"No aliens?"
"There are."
"...?"
"Dunno why, but only humans get summoned. Not even from one Earth."
"......"
Got it.
And exciting.
Almiras's words meant this world was way bigger scale than I thought.
"Weird reaction. Most freak out."
"Parallel worlds."
Not one Earth means multiples.
"Yeah. Users chat—countries and places same or similar, but histories differ subtly."
"...Huh."
"Not important. Assigned gods give..."
According to Almiras:
1. World explanation. Basic Pryunar rules, constraints, Elryunar basics.
2. Item/skill perks, especially resurrection to avoid instant death and build awareness.
3. Community/auction access, initial advice.
4. God-hosted gatherings for connections. One god multiple users means 'carry' cases common. Level-ups bring fitting rewards/info...
"Stop."
"?"
More and I'd rage.
Loveheart, you fucking bitch.
That shit gave no skills, no perks, no basics?
Especially no resurrection for sudden summoners—crossing the line.
She just dumped me on a cliff and bounced.
I thought skimmed explanation; she skipped almost everything, that dog bitch?
Not trivial.
If slacking like her was okay, users would complain—but I'm special case per Almiras.
Tattle to Onirist?
...Bad feeling.
Talking it'd go wrong...
Pondering, Almiras said,
"They repeat info if hard to remember. Exceeds expectations? Quests, weapons, connections..."
"Stop!!"
"Kyaha."
She knew I was pissed, teasing more.
If not equal strength, I'd shake her head.
She likes teasing subtly.
How'd she survive solo with that personality?
"Various support, but no results? Hard to defy god. Worst, like me."
"What happened to you?"
"Lost most stats, otherworlder power—started over."
"...Taken?"
She was originally a mage.
Lost levels, skills, everything. Brutal.
Imagine cherished game char deleted to lvl 1 overnight.
She lived it.
Why lose power?
She dodged playfully.
"At least took all god-gifts."
"Impressive."
"Huh?"
"Restarting to this strength. Respect."
Almiras shut up.
Then, small voice:
"Hate pickup lines."
"Think I'd use one?"
She stared, cleared throat awkwardly.
Not mad.
"Anyway, my turn to ask?"
"Yeah."
"Your case is special. What'd you get arriving? What happened? Proshtia's ties suggest good info."
Not at all.
Told all: suspicious package, booted game to here, settings doc, Loveheart treatment, 'Incomprehensible Sense' skill etc.—every detail.
Minutes passed.
Why knights still staring? Where's Ashita?
Good she's not here now.
Almiras pondered, spoke:
"Irregular from start to end."
"Yeah?"
"Totally. Your 'perk' 'Incomprehensible Sense' isn't one."
"Why?"
"My perk seal restrains if god aura taints. Your swordplay unaffected."
I suspected, confirmed.
"So not skill or perk. Dunno what."
"Hm."
"Game/settings doc? First time hearing. Usual: yanked to void, posing gods ask adventure yes/no."
"Huh? Really?"
Not all via game login?
"Yeah. Think game way maximizes under constraints?"
Constraints. Maximize.
Heart-pounding words.
"Detour allows more info. Gods skip usually—tedious, causality cost."
"Eh?"
Sounds like Loveheart helped me.
"Your god wanted max info to you. No one got Eight Monster Kings, Five Divine Beasts at once—even top Makia."
God Loveheart wanted me informed?
"Anyway, grateful. Yedre. Your special situ—Eight, Five etc., got rare info."
Her beaming smile dazed me; coughed, asked,
"You gave lots, repay in kind. Why'd my god do that?"
"......"
"Why max info? Then discard like tissue."
"How many gods per user you think?"
Why sidestep?
"One, obviously."
But not random question.
One Pryunar winner.
One god multiple users possible.
Promising users get multiple gods?
"Before answer: can't spill all. Leak god info, they track, burn causality to interfere."
"Got it, no exposition."
Pfft, she squeezed thigh hard. Not pain... arousal accelerating. Stop erection!
"Safely: you're promising to your gods."
"Prospect."
"Expected big—Makia, Reina, Foys level. You were strong."
Makia (1st), Reina, Foys—top rankers.
Key: why Loveheart neglect promising me?
I achieved plenty.
...Wait.
Distracted by bitchiness, skipped bombshell...
Glanced, reasked:
"Then why neglect me?"
"Dunno. Reasons: summon then immediate return? God group conflict."
Bingo.
Unignorable earlier.
"...Group?"
"Yeah. At least two gods on you."
"......?"
Multiple gods? Besides Loveheart bitch?
Ah.
God merit awards, Hesston said Loveheart 'they'.
She's grouped.
"Your rampage—neglectful goddess regretting, panicking. User dominating Proshtia casually... maybe beat world monsters."
Another pulse-racing tease.
World monsters?
"As strong as me?"
"Harsh, but vs users I'm top; monsters... not Eight Kings, but top locals push me. Academy instructors show."
Instructors strong.
Users too.
Almiras seals perks easy vs users; I don't.
Harder for me vs her vs Ganggeomil types.
She crushed him easy; I can't guarantee win.
"Users tough. Rank 3+ real monsters. Ganggeomil monster, but gap."
She echoed, on users.
"Rank 3+ those? Makia, Reina, Foys?"
"Yeah. Oh, they're leaving."
Knights staring left. Blushing?
"They sussed you?"
"Nah."
Confident; I bought it.
Knights gone—time release allure...?
Regretfully, she clung closer.
"Might be lurking."
"...Sure."
Win for me.
Head on shoulder, whispering continued.
Heart racing.
"Top swordsmen, spearmen, mages, specials... tons. Country reps alone dozens. Then Eight Kings, Four Demon Kings beyond them. Hidden dragons."
Way more powerhouses.
"Listing hurts head. Planet huge, natural."
Meet them later?
Ask strongest—
"Time short; who's strong where—ask others, common knowledge."
"Okay. Another question..."
This vital.
"What's a Forgotten God?"
Beauty tickling navel answered instantly.
"Losers."
"...Harsh."
Thought she was apostle type...
"Truth. How else?"
Bittersweet.
"Literally forgotten."
"By whom? Gods?"
"Yeah. And people."
People?
"Special beings' divinity rises with recognition."
First time hearing.
"Gods/demons same. Nanar of Narnia—many faithful, top divinity. Near supreme god."
"Ah..."
Nanar's edge from faith?
"More reverence, wider actions. Some innately high."
Dragon God, Onirist.
Strong as Nanar, but never heard mentioned.
"Forgotten Gods lost divinity from obscurity?"
"Mostly."
Mystery.
Why back dropout Almiras?
"Why fear gods? Losers descending blocked easy?"
Rephrase to her motive—she laughed.
"The one I revived—top gods fear. Not just forgotten; targeted, buried powerhouses."
"...Aha."
Flash: info clicked.
Her too.
Overpowered, threat—early elimination.
"Forgotten include names you'd know."
"Huh?"
"Odin, Zeus, Azathoth."
"...Mm."
Familiar names.
But...
"Azathoth? Forgotten?"
"Yeah?"
"Odin/Zeus planet-scale; him universe? Reality his dream setting..."
She pondered:
"Multiple Earths, right?"
"Yes."
"Same Earth as me then. Varies. Some Zeus cosmic, Azathoth local chief; others Odin transcendent."
"Hm."
"User-managing gods all... constraints hard, but guess?"
Obvious tail.
900+ extras besides Nanar/Zaga— all mythic absolutes from Earths/myths.
Even that risky to say.
Heavy constraints.
"Still, big names famous anywhere. Azathoth special, swarmed."
"Hoo..."
"Kaiz avoids fighting him—tries contracts."
Why that fuck here?
"Don't antagonize hero. From unmentionable book..."
Unmentionable: prophecy tome.
She spied chat, mentioned.
"Special. Contracts 'both sides', endures eons—inhuman monster... Not my place, fated fight him."
"Got it."
No beef, no friends.
Both sides?
Tease; she skipped.
Nuance/context: beyond 999 race gods, other faction gods.
Ask post-topic.
"Off-track: Forgotten powerhouses galore; descend, near absolute. Enough end puppet show."
"Puppet show."
Fitting.
Gods' toys: us otherworlders.
Their game.
Users puppets.
Hence puppet show.
Why hate gods? Trials galore.
Mage to top warrior solo—tough.
Curious now.
"Hate evil users?"
"You too."
"......"
No look, whispered:
"Humans ugly. Need restraint."
Past user trauma.
Don't pry uninvited.
Ask earlier:
"Oh right. How many gods? 999 gods, another 999 somethings?"
"...You know that?"
"Huh?"
Why shocked?
"Users rarely know count. Special guy."
Flattering.
"Other 999: Evil Gods."
"...Evil Gods?"
Chilling ring.
"999 managing users. Evil Gods contract Elryunarians. Can't become absolutes."
Thought, continued:
"Goal status quo, not Pryunar. 'Evil' convenience; differ only in aims from user gods."
"Don't want absolute?"
"Not deep on Evil. Forgotten contract gives info via unmentionable power, but 'dead'—no top secrets. They can't absolute but care about seat."
"Nonsensical."
"Ways called absolute sans absolute."
Ah.
Alt path supreme, or content quo.
"Whoa."
Info overload headache.
"More?"
"No time."
Knights multiplying nearby.
She unknown here, but capital stroll known.
"Thanks consideration. Real danger, I'd bolt."
Trust, more Qs.
Next: community/auction use—tried, couldn't.
Other gains: good dungeons/towers training, level methods.
User/murderer info.
Weird clans: crafting, straight, even Gold Sun Clan.
Sounds trash. No befriending.
Apparently sex crime scum.
She killed many; they vanished.
Then race progress, user types.
Invading murderers:
"Murderers from lost res, half-abandoned gods?"
"Not special, cheat for goals. Sadist gods reward torment/kills. Veil extreme."
Scum personality/skill.
"Some bad luck stalled... still, don't cross line."
"True."
Serious; nodded, pondered murderers, asked:
"Way home?"
"...Wanna go?"
"Briefly. Duties."
Stared eyes, frowned recalling.
Hand still thigh-stroking.
(Half-erect. Hiding lazy; groping her bouncy shoulder bliss.)
Her competitiveness lucky.
No, she'd pull away offended.
"Mm... High scores/big quests reward home trip. Kicked community ages ago—no details."
"Thanks."
Feigned casual; 'kicked' stung inferiority/injustice.
Genuine gratitude.
Huge info goldmine.
"Nothing else? Combat tips? I owe info—Ryunar apps, realms etc."
"Figure direct."
Cute head tilt. Black hair cascades.
"Huh? Helpful tho? My 'reinforce suit' etc."
"Direct anyway."
Stared, shrugged okay.
"Live enjoying, huh."
"Yep. Most answered."
"Then... parting?"
Parting.
Word: my hand on bare shoulder, hers on thigh—froze.
"Mm... You."
"Yeah?"
"Kept seeking after?"
"What?"
Bs face; I grinned.
"Wind punch block! Remember?"
Face darkened.
"...Forgot. Won, fled."
"Said no intent."
"Other games? What gamer? Unemployed?"
"Yep."
"...Depressing. Don't brag idiot."
Sigh, rapid-fire Qs curiosity.
"Old game skills here, even inner power enhanced?"
"My flames. 4 stages?"
"...Humiliating? Stage 1 enough?"
"2+ heavy drain. Vs you, late-game risk. 4 self-destruct-ish."
"Self-destruct. Romantic, but new skills penalty-free?"
"Could, but risk cooler?"
Expected scoff; eyes sparkle.
Pulls away, finger-point nod.
...Kindred.
True gamer her.
Twenty+ minutes game talk endless, but time up.
"Nngh...!"
She rose, stretched, looked down.
Clung warmth gone—empty.
"Leveled interested."
"Stronger good, personal reasons."
"Hugging good woman big EXP? Me? Virgin bonus?"
"Tease... Virgin?"
That look? Possible?
"Age?"
"Rude."
Bitter smile, turned.
Apologize as panic—she kyahaha.
"Joke. Mind pure, body intact—not giving casually. You wouldn't deflower otherworlder killer."
"Hey. Why virgin? Look it?!"
"Nah, handsome enough, but personality... maybe."
......Handsome?
Me? Insincere immune, but thrilled...!!
"...You're pretty."
"Oh. No kneel."
"Real. Honestly horny af."
Blinks, kyahaha.
"What say to girl? Idiot."
"......"
"Bye. Alive? See again. Nah, cut ties, enemies easier?"
Ferocious grin.
Ah.
That smile not battle joy—defense.
Like past me.
...Did I truly enjoy then?
Anyway, kinship surged.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
Tossed pocket comm device.
Caught, eyed:
"Comm magic tool...?"
"Linked to me. Mana drain post-use till recharge—don't abuse."
For Ashita. Mine left.
Ashita later.
"...More stories?"
"Yeah."
Dodged.
Stared; surrendered:
"Y'know. Crisis, call."
Mouth agape, smiled:
"Okay? I'm otherworlder killer. Help that?"
"Fine? Man, ignore; you're hot."
"Oh? Smooth."
"Smooth? Real. Who thinks sexy girl in monster bunny?"
"Keep hyping, nothing give. Bunny cute?"
"...Serious? Where bunny?"
"Face, ears? Horns—Almiraz?"
"No... Yeah. Cool."
Man's heart: chuuni fuel suit.
"Plus, you're mentor-ish. Repay lessons?"
Stoic, then beam.
Yes, true face—not feral.
Hard pretty smile for enemy-filled girl.
"What idiot."
Kyahaha. Pocketed in cleavage.
Fuck. Fuck. Why there.
Horny...!!
Mine too please.
"Next: call sis?"
"No."
Treasure done, soft mutter:
"...Alive, meet. Don't wanna die virgin."
"Eh?"
"Meet again, if vibe... sex."
"......"
"You okay for first."
"......"
"Bye."
Strided off, vanished.
...Fuck horny.
Mature look + pure gap cheat.
Info, arousal, harvests galore.
Her touch, warmth ling...
"Had fuuun~~~?"
"......"
Expected.
Hour gone—beverage run far?
Invisible bench-back? Horror.
"Ashi..."
Splash.
...Sweet. Sticky.
Drink.
Ashita poured overhead, tongue out.
"No excuses."
"Wait. Hey Ash...!"
Vanished. Invisibility fix?
Me grew—focus, sense her!
...She grew; no ki.
Attack sense, but won't.
Reconcile...?
Sigh auto.
"Instructor...?"
"...?"
Familiar voice. Not friendly.
Turned: expected. Raies.
Why here?
Random? Not Entiaer—down island why?
"Here. Heard Ashita searching—where?"
Info net wide.
"Left first."
Scanned replying; she approached blank stare.
"Ashita. Help find?"
"...Yes."
Perceptive.
Accept help now.
No sulk hiding.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ddengddeng Simulation activated.] ⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Ddengddeng Simulation check results.] Raies Fleur Virgin: O Favor: 75 (Recognized as good person) Details: Empire princess. Big tits/ass, balanced. Dresses slutty. 'Embracing type.' Looks charismatic crush-man, but girly inside. Betrayed by BF, despairing! Might fall easy.] "......"
Ddengddeng pops random.
But... good person?
When'd Raies favor hit 75?
Past save? That?
Nice.
Good deeds pay.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ [Kid.] [Bang her.]
Shut up you.