Chapter 129
Chapter 129
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 129
Chapter Title: Points
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'...But still, if she's a saintess, she must hold a pretty high position. Doesn't she have anything else to do?'
She mentioned the world was on the brink of destruction, but from what she'd said, it wasn't like she was the only person there. The fact that she was always watching me made me curious about her daily life.
She surely wasn't in a position where she had nothing better to do than invest a full 24 hours a day on just me.
'...Am I that important?'
It was embarrassing and something I'd absolutely decline, but since I was apparently the one who could save her world, I figured my importance to them must be pretty high.
'...But watching me all day, every day is a bit much...'
I'm human too, you know. Thinking about being under constant surveillance 24/7 made me uncomfortable in all sorts of ways.
I didn't have a voyeuristic fetish or anything, and having no privacy while being monitored nonstop was definitely not a good feeling.
No matter how important I was, come on. It's been over ten years since I came to this world, and for her to watch me all day, every day...
'...Is that even possible?'
No matter how idle someone was, they had to eat, sleep, and handle necessities. Could she really monitor me 24/7?
For over ten years, no less?
'She must have breaks or something.'
Thinking about it, it didn't make any sense.
It gave me a slight chill, but I figured she wasn't that obsessive. With that in mind, I started looking for the potion the saintess had mentioned.
Since she'd recommended it in the list, I thought I'd find it quickly, and sure enough, I did.
[(Event!) Saint Erdel's Special Recovery Potion]
A handmade recovery potion infused with Saint Erdel's utmost care. It's crafted with special attention so even those with damaged mana circuits or weakened bodies can consume it without issue. For some reason, it feels like you need to buy and drink it right now. It excels at restoring stamina and permanently slightly increases virility.
[Price: 10 Points]
...Did I read that last part wrong?
-Rub rub
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the description again.
The description had even been updated in real time.
I stared at it with utter disbelief.
'...Come out here again.'
'Don't pretend to be a program now. I know you're the one writing all these descriptions, Saintess.'
What? It really was her.
She'd been acting all urgent and fleeing just moments ago, but now she was back. My gaze toward the shop window turned ice-cold.
'Virility booster?'
I shot her an even colder glare, as if demanding she speak her true intentions.
Sure, boosting virility might help avert extinction for us men who'll devour even endangered species, but right now, I wasn't feeling any such urges.
Honestly, my virility was already more than sufficient—overflowing, even, to the point of being a hassle.
Just wanting to finish quickly and sleep, but being forced to stay erect for a week straight because "you're still standing" would make anyone realize it's not all fun and games.
Back then, my daily average was ten ejaculations... Frankly, my virility was already at a terrifying level; I had no desire to increase it further.
At this rate, I was curious where all the semen even came from.
'No, Saintess, you've seen it yourself. Do I look like I'm lacking in virility?'
'I don't want it!'
'Drugs aren't food!'
It was just a message, but I could almost hear her clicking her tongue.
'If stamina recovery is the side effect, then this is really a virility drug, isn't it?!'
Hmm. Thinking about it, that made sense. I couldn't logically refute it.
I had plenty I wanted to say, but nothing that could counter her logic came to mind.
Wait, how does someone from a fantasy world even know about game systems?
Did her world have status windows too, where you level up by slaying monsters...?
I don't want to hear that from the person who made the shop window!
'...Sigh.'
After being verbally defeated by the gaming addict saintess, I sighed and added her potion to my cart.
The points were already paid, so I could take it out whenever I needed it later.
It wasn't something I wanted to carry around unless necessary.
'Full stamina recovery for 10 points... That's insane value.'
Considering genuine elixirs cost around 100 points, this was a steal.
I'd expected it, but it was limited to just one.
Anyway, with the potion bought, I had plenty to ask her—not just the earlier doubts—so I was about to inquire when...
-Flinch!
It wasn't just a message—a whisper directly in my ear.
Goosebumps erupted instantly, and my body shivered.
Her voice tickled the inside of my ear like an ASMR session,
-Pop!
and the message in the corner of the shop window closed again.
'...Ah.'
I'd already assumed she was watching me constantly anyway, but this was clearly her refusing to chat right now. So, I obediently closed the shop window.
Truth be told, with Yeo So-cheon right there, it wasn't the right time for anything serious anyway.
They didn't seem to get along, and there was no need to gather two women who might clash in one place.
I didn't know how the saintess viewed Yeo So-cheon, but I'd seen Yeo So-cheon badmouthing the saintess plenty of times.
2207.
The points I'd checked before closing the shop lingered in my mind.
Normally, it'd take six years of waiting or dumping 2,200 nyang of gold into the Three Realms Window—an enormous sum no individual could easily handle.
Even the heads of major merchant guilds wouldn't touch that lightly, and neither could I.
'Should've charged more for the fortunes.'
Back then, I was naive about the world and still pure(?), so I'd underpriced them badly.
I regretted it now, but past was past.
'...Points.'
I gazed at Yeo So-cheon, who had her back turned to me in a gloomy mood.
She was small to begin with, and her slumped shoulders in dejection made her look pitiful.
Just moments ago, she'd seemed like a rapist and ruthless semen thief, but checking the points she'd helped me earn melted away most of that resentment.
She'd let me rack up points even money couldn't buy—what was a little hardship compared to that?
It was a shame this was a one-time windfall.
If it kept paying out like this, I could've gritted my teeth through it four more times.
But now that potion costs were rising and efficiency dropping, there was no need to endure it anymore.
"...You okay?"
"...No. I'm trash. You don't have to say it... Just... someone like me..."
"...I'll forgive you, so get up."
"Really?!"
"...Isn't recovering a bit too fast, though?"
It made me wonder if she'd faked weakness just to get forgiven on purpose.
"...Then I'll take my leave. If there's ever anything you wish to command, please summon me at any time..."
In the deepest sanctum of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Demon's abode.
The strategist handed his compiled documents to his liege, the Cult Leader.
Most internal Heavenly Demon Cult reports that reached her were ones he'd already handled, leaving only those he couldn't decide on his own: "This is beyond my authority."
He knew from close observation how disinterested she was in cult leader duties and how she loathed them all, but a mere strategist couldn't handle everything alone.
For matters needing even a simple yes/no from her, he'd deliver reports like this occasionally.
And then there were her personal orders to him.
[Report on amusing events from the world.]
It was an incredibly vague command.
At first, he'd puzzled over it, assuming some hidden meaning, wracking his brain endlessly—only to realize it was literal. He'd torn his hair out over it.
She was bored and wanted to hear about the outside world through him.
It was exasperating, but what could he do?
If ordered, he obeyed.
And this was the result.
Early on, she'd seemed pleased, poring over the papers with occasional smirks.
But that lasted only a few times.
Lately, she'd grown bored of even this, reading expressionlessly before tossing them aside.
So he'd started hoping she'd call off this task soon.
"...Ho."
For the first time in ages, he saw genuine interest on her face.
"Faceless Golden Ghost... Quite an intriguing figure."
"Ah... You're talking about that fortune teller?"
He recalled the info he'd written recently.
A mystic fortune teller who concealed face, age, and gender with sorcery.
Already somewhat famous before, recent events had made the name known across the Central Plains.
"Whether his deeds are true or not, his talent for reading heavenly secrets is noteworthy..."
"He enjoys leading dances..."
"Pardon?"
He'd all but forgotten including that detail.
Who'd bother remembering that a future-seer liked alcohol amid all the info?
He'd added it hoping her near-absolute power might benefit from such talent, not expecting this reaction.
But her next words shocked him further.
"I want to meet him once."
The dormant monster of the cult began to stir.