Chapter 196
Chapter 196
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 196
Chapter Title: Epilogue: The Strange Adventure of 7% -1
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Opportunities come. Eventually, they always do.
Evil God-chan possessed the patience to wait even a thousand years. It was an essential virtue for a being with infinite lifespan, one she had been made to embody.
So she could wait. Especially for a chance that was right on the horizon, guaranteed to arrive. No impatience, no anxiety. Evil God-chan thought with an almost eerie certainty.
The crazy wizard would definitely get one over on the Succubus Queen.
Kagak—!!
She shook off the dragon scales. The queen spun gracefully to dissipate the impact and gave a faint, troubled smile.
"Hmm, the Heroine seems to be taking hold, so why no reaction...?"
"......"
A few dragon scales shattered and fell with soft clatters.
Evil God-chan, who had taken the form of a slender black-haired beauty, had significantly reduced her size to gain an advantage in battle (truth be told, because her data kept getting chipped away mid-fight).
She now looked like a girl of about sixteen, with scales sprouting along her arms.
Hoo. She exhaled a held breath.
Time to admit it honestly. Evil God-chan was being pushed back by the queen. All because of that crazy wizard. He'd lopped off her limbs and attached weird crap in their place. If she'd been at full strength, she'd have crushed her flat.
Spreading vast wings to soar the skies, planting seeds in the hearts of the masses and reaping the harvest—what a brilliant life that had been. With 93% of her gone, she couldn't remember everything about being the "Evil God," but...
At least she recalled her immense power, how her wings had blanketed half the world and a bit more. And yet.
Chakak-chakak—!
To be overwhelmed by a mere prototype.
The clicking sounds tightened. Cold, malicious calculations indicated that in about ten perceived minutes, she'd be neutralized.
Ten minutes. For a fragment of the Evil God, it was humiliating enough to lament how weak she'd become. But for the queen, it seemed the opposite.
She hadn't expected this measly shard to hold out so long. The queen voiced her honest curiosity.
"Your resistance is stronger than I thought...? Is it because you turned your blade on your own ability's master?"
"You're the useless one. Dumb as a brick and zero talent."
"That kind of abuse... is steadily ramping up the intensity of the 'punishment' you'll receive later. How about trying a more formal, dignified choice of words?"
"What're you yapping about, you blockhead."
It was all the crazy wizard's fault that she was losing ground, but it was also thanks to him that she'd lasted this far.
The pointless malignant data he'd jammed in—like how to do fox-like makeup from Heroine's Dream, or charts on how ribbon size and angle changed impressions. It deepened her "Heroine" profile.
She twisted those triggers just a bit, rubbing them in.
She even played tricks by leaking info only she knew, slowing the queen's assaults. Bluffing that she'd just scrap the data if eaten—it was her way of getting some amusement out of it.
"You know... you called me a crude prototype. I knew succubi were created by someone. Did I have a 'next' version, by any chance?"
"Yeah. Way more stable than your clunky build. In the east... "
Then.
Kwaaaaang—!!
The area around the queen's heart exploded. The moment had come.
Whatever scheme the crazy wizard had pulled, the lovesickness inside her detonated massively. Hitting both her opponent and the side blocking the Violet Tower Master at once!
Evil God-chan cheered inwardly. Critical hit!
She'd been waiting, Queen.
The queen had two main paths now. Humbly accept death, or twist her body to somehow survive.
If the latter, three escape routes.
One: Yuri Lancaster's mind, guarded by the crazy wizard. Exiting through there would lead to the Academy.
But a full-powered crazy wizard in the flesh, eyes blazing, awaited. She'd been thrashed even in her home turf of the mental world—what chance in the real one?
Had the wizard abandoned Yuri, this fight would've ended with him crushing them all long ago.
Two: Third Prince Sledo's mind, where the Violet Tower Master was unleashing wide-area incineration. Academy exit again, and obviously... an pissed-off Violet Tower Master.
Going there meant death.
That left three. The original entrance to the Nest. The path to the Empire's western Elmeister Territory, where the extermination squad had been captured en masse.
Right beneath Evil God-chan's feet. She'd claimed it ages ago!
"Aaaaaaaaah—!!"
"Heh, hahahahaha!"
The queen's shattered data shards screamed as they swarmed. The Evil God's fragment, like a whale sucking in minnows, opened wide and laughed while devouring them all.
Good. She could digest them into her own power...
But no. Once outside, the crazy wizard would humiliate her, force it all out. Evil God-chan had learned.
So she'd hold back just a smidge and preserve the rest.
Evil God-chan plopped down comfortably on the floor. Job done—just wait now. With the queen dead, the Nest would start collapsing.
So they'd toss down a lifeline before then, right?
Kururururu—.
...No lifeline?
Kuboom, kurururung!!
"Lower it! Give me a rope, you bastards!!"
Grigrigrigrik. As the Nest crumpled, the Violet Tower Master severed her connection to avoid the collapse's backlash. From inside, it looked like the sky's rift slowly sealed shut.
Evil God-chan stared blankly at the sky.
No way. No way... they forgot? Forgot to retrieve me? Me, a fragment of the Evil God? I worked my ass off this time?
"......"
Her clenched fists trembled. Memories of being used like a dog flashed by, injustice boiling over, teeth grinding.
Her nose even tingled, tears welling. The malignant "girl sensibilities" data in her head activating.
"You... fucking assholes—!!"
Ururururu...
The heavens shook as the Nest fully crumbled, and Evil God-chan was flung out with a long wail toward the nearest, widest entrance to Elmeister Territory.
Grind, grind. "......"
The discarded organic Evil God fragment sat on the edge of a massive altar, grinding her fangs. This was underground in Elmeister Territory, where the Nest's main entrance had been. Brainwashed extermination squad members and civilians littered the area. Right, they planned to use me frugally. Clean these up too, huh? They didn't forget me, did they...? Inside, it'd been chaotic and she'd felt wronged, but calmly now, they wouldn't have forgotten. There must be intent—like rescuing those captured by the succubi. What nerve, though. Deploying a fragment whose job was tormenting people for rescue ops? Utter nonsense, but. —Espoir de l'Éternal Dark, how about trying this on this time?—'Trying on' a thousand-year relic, you psycho...?—Tsk tsk, pretty words. Peeking into the madman's thoughts was bad form. Fine, if he'd used her as a dress-up dummy, she could be a rescue worker too. She wanted to devour these humans and bolt, but... Definitely a trap. No way they'd send her without safeguards. Butterflies flitting around, spying maybe. Or this whole massive illusion magic gig being fake. Staging an "accidental" freedom to test loyalty—cunning bastards. The moment she crunched one human's data, the wizard pops out. —You're a combat helicopter sow from now on. Yeah! So Evil God-chan ground her teeth but moved the people one by one. Reassembled shattered minds, yanked out pleasure wedges. The hopeless ones? Better to ditch, but she kept them breathing. Moral tests demand extreme virtue. After rescuing everyone captured... a day, two, three passed. Evil God-chan, mashing stolen apples into puree and spooning it into comatose squad members, heard commotion from the outer passage and hid in the shadows. Defense Bureau agents. They marveled at the neatly managed victims, carting them up one by one. Good. Finally done with this hassle. Now take me too, right? But no one sought Evil God-chan. The agents scooped only humans and left—no letters, no messages, no wizard minions tailing.
"......"
A bit late? Another day, two, three, four... Hunched on the empty altar, killing time, Evil God-chan finally grasped her situation. For real. Those fuckers.
"...Forgot? You forgot me! Espoir de l'Éternal Dark!!"
I saved these human shits, stole apples, pureed them with dragon scales, spoon-fed them!!
"You... crazy wizard fuck... Fine! If you forgot, I won't come back! Nightmare ruling the world from the shadows, black dragon scales buried in history! I'll wreck humans good—brace yourselves!!" Psssh, psssh—! Fuming in rage, Evil God-chan bolted out. Go. Ruin the first person she met. Roll the snowball, topple a city! Out the altar, down the passage, up the exit ladder. Atop: Goddess Church ruins, shattered everywhere. Debris from the exploded goddess statue strewn messily. Step. Step. Each footfall crumbled pebbles. Then, signs of life. Someone in the near-ruins? Perfect. Evil God-chan was starving for people. Worst agony for whoever. She stomped louder on purpose. A young boy peeked from the confessional, looking up with clear eyes.
"Um... who are you...?"
"No need to know. None at all!"
His robes marked him a novice priest. No clue why he stayed in the wrecked temple—didn't matter. Ideal. Faint holy power scent. Holy-powered prey was prime. Torture hard, gain strength. Then revenge on that mad wizard and his crew who dared abandon her! As the revenge-hungry fragment reached out— The crazy wizard's safeguard, buried deep, activated. A red choker appeared around her slender neck, squeezing tight. Tightening Hoop.
"Gah, guaaah—!!"
Sensitivity cranked 3000x, a malignant info gift set poured in. She thrashed to rip off the choker, drooling, ass back, face-planted forward. Body shaking uncontrollably. Evil God-chan shoveled pleasure data from her mind, thinking. As expected, the wizard prepped for my escape. But this time, you ditched me...!! It's fine. It'll fade. Five minutes... filter the data making breezes torture. Breathe deep. Yeah. As Evil God-chan crunched numbers to break free— The merciless boy's kindness struck.
"H-Hey, you okay...? Oh, a succubus victim?! Not everyone was rescued! I'll get you to bed—hang on!"
"N-Nooo...!"
Don't touch. Don't! The boy grunted, hoisting her up. At her hypersensitive state, rough handling— "Urk..."
"Ah."
The undigested, preserved Succubus Queen data. Control slipped. Evil God-chan judged fast. If this leaks to randos... This hoop'll pickle me. Can't have that. Clutch the leaking info, process and seal what slips. Solids stable but no time. Liquid bind it quick. All that effort's result. Drip. Drrrip... Liquid data soaked her skirt hem, spilling out.
"......"
The boy politely looked away from the disaster. Evil God-chan's shame skyrocketed. No! Not that! I don't metabolize. No excretion concept... It's data! Liquefied so you don't get hit hard! But explaining? The vibrations from being carried wrecked her—no bandwidth. After three or four leaks, she finally hit the bed.
"...Crazy wizard fuck."
All his fault. She wanted to die.