Chapter 267
Chapter 267
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: Escape
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Though I'd hardly ever used it, the shop window let you buy points with money.
One gold nyang per point.
Considering how damn hard it is to earn even a single gold nyang through honest work, you could call it a completely useless feature. But that all changes once your status rises.
Take the pocket money I occasionally got from Dang Ayoung—twenty or thirty nyang at a time. For anyone who's made it big, scraping together that much isn't so tough.
Dang Ayoung probably could've scraped together ten thousand nyang if I'd asked, even if it meant going to some lengths.
Back then, I just didn't crave points badly enough to bother with it.
And after meeting Ye Socheon, I had even less reason to.
But now? Things were different.
In my current state, the only points I could get were the one that popped up daily.
At this rate, it'd take 9,400 days—about twenty-six years—to hit ten thousand points.
...More than enough time for that scene from my dream to turn into reality.
Obviously, I couldn't wait that long. I needed another way.
'A place like the Demonic Cult... their warehouses must be stacked with millions of nyang.'
There were two options.
Ask the Heavenly Demon for ten thousand nyang.
Or head to the warehouse myself.
"Converting it to points works instantly, right?"
"So that's how it is..."
I lowered my gaze to the clothes I was wearing.
My rank in the Demonic Cult right now was Young Cult Leader.
I didn't know their hierarchy inside out, but as the second-in-command right after the Cult Leader, it didn't seem like they'd bar me from the warehouse.
'...Can't risk telling the Heavenly Demon and getting her suspicious.'
This wasn't pocket change—it was a full ten thousand nyang.
Handling that much cash is a big deal in itself.
And for someone like me, trapped here with no way out, what good is money anyway?
She'd suspect something for sure.
"Then let's go. Right now."
"...No point dragging our feet."
...Considering the Heavenly Demon could read minds, waiting around for the perfect moment might just get me caught.
"..."
-Stumble.
...If I pulled off this plan right now and made it back to Earth, it'd mean saying goodbye to all the women I'd met here.
From their perspective, I'd been dragged off to the Demonic Cult with no word since, only to vanish from this world entirely...
"...I still have to go."
Now that I knew what this cursed body was capable of,
I couldn't even look at the Heavenly Demon or any other women the same way anymore.
It wasn't because her daughter was the Heavenly Demon's child.
This rotten body aroused lust indiscriminately, no matter who the woman was. That was the real sin.
Even if it wasn't the Heavenly Demon—even if I married some other woman and had a kid—there was no guarantee the same thing wouldn't happen again.
...I no longer had the confidence to keep up those old relationships.
"Every single one of them started with rape because of this damn body. None of it began with love."
"I'm... sick and tired of it."
The ordeal I'd suffered in my dreams all night was more than enough to give me a trauma around sex.
Sure, this body would get hard if I was raped,
...but I truly hated the thought now.
I could already feel my mental state cracking badly.
If I got hit with even one more trigger like that here, I might just throw everything away for good.
"F-found it!"
-Spring up!
-Flinch!
Dang Ayoung nearly spilled the tea she was sipping when Ye Socheon suddenly shot up from her all-day meditation hunt for the bloodsucker.
"You found it?!"
"Yes! The bastard must be worn out too—its concealment spell slipped for a moment! If we hurry to these coordinates... What the hell?!"
-Crackle!
The Sword Empress urgently spoke up as Ye Socheon began enveloping in blue lightning in an instant.
"W-wait a second! Where the hell is it that's got you rushing off like this?! Even if it's dangerous, we should all go togeth—"
"The Demonic Cult!!!"
-KABOOM!!!
-Flutter flutter
The Sword Empress and Dang Ayoung who remained after Ye Socheon vanished as a streak of blue lightning stared blankly for a good while.
"...Did I hear that right just now?"
"I think she said Demonic Cult..."
"......"
After he vanished, the word they'd all tacitly avoided saying slipped out among the women left behind. It was confusing,
but the real problem was that a bloodsucker was there of all places.
Why the hell was that guy anywhere near there?
"A-anyway, this isn't the time. We need to hurry and set out too..."
"B-but the Demonic Cult? Even flying at full speed with lightfoot skills, it'd take weeks, right?"
"...Ugh."
And the biggest issue was the distance.
Ye Socheon boasted freakish speed worthy of her Thunderbolt Sword name, but no martial artist could reach the Demonic Cult in a single day, even flying lightfoot techniques to the death.
"...Did you just say Demonic Cult?"
While they agonized over whether to follow belatedly, his master rubbed her eyes and emerged from her room.
"Prepare yourselves. We're leaving immediately."
"...Pardon?"
"If I twist space properly, it'll be slower than that woman, but we'll make it there before the day's out somehow."
"...!"
As Dang Ayoung and the Sword Empress hurriedly geared up to depart, Sword Flower belatedly raised her hand from the corner.
"Wh-what about me?"
"...Stay and guard the house."
"...Yes! Leave it to me—go and come back safe!"
She didn't know the full story, but she'd felt the household atmosphere shift after that man vanished, so
she hoped they'd wrap things up well and return.
And at that moment, the Varshutin that Ye Socheon had sensed was shifting toward the Demonic Cult.
"Damn it. If I'd held out just a little longer back there, it would've been over."
Those wretched fools had ruined his schedule.
If not for the interruption, His Divinity would've already descended upon this world.
Getting disrupted at such a crucial part of the ritual had botched everything.
Thanks to that idiot Erdel showing a gap at the last moment, he'd managed to salvage a chance somehow, but it wasn't ideal.
Because he was storing the ritual inside his own body right now.
Dedicating this one body for the Great One was no hardship—honor he wouldn't refuse.
But having the Great One revive from the body of some lowly god? That grated.
If the ritual had gone as planned, He would've revived in His true form right here in this world.
Then He could've bestowed the equal grace of death upon this world too.
"...No helping it. Have to proceed like this."
To top it off, he had no minions left because of that mess.
That was the only reason he'd come to this place called the Demonic Cult.
The world might differ, but anyone wielding demonic energy made prime fodder for undead at the basics.
He'd devour them, replenish his power, and prepare the ritual for Him anew.
"Around now, at least one should be showing up..."
He'd been inside the Demonic Cult's territory for quite some time now, per his investigations.
One piece of prey should've appeared by now...
-Sniff sniff
"Right on cue."
A fresh scent of life drifting through the air.
His fangs already ached at the thought of demonic blood after so long.
In case it fled, he spread his wings and flew toward the source,
and as the fragrance intensified, an odd sensation began creeping in.
'...Isn't the energy a bit too potent?'
He hadn't noticed from afar with just whiffs of the scent, but as the distance closed, the density kept climbing.
Should've arrived by now, so why no sign yet...
-Clunk
"...And what the hell is this?"
He couldn't help halting mid-flight at the sight before him.
A cliff had been smashed to pieces.
Not a small one either.
The kind so massive he'd have to fly for ages to crest it—a monument of nature's eons—
reduced entirely to powder and rubble.
"...Does this world have giant monsters too?"
From what he knew, this world had no monsters—just stupidly huge numbers of humans—but apparently not.
Which meant a human did this.
He could believe it if there were about a hundred swordmasters or grand archmages.
No way one person...
"...Who the hell are you, bitch?"
-Chill.
A voice that dragged the soul into an abyssal hell just from hearing it resounded.
"Ah... Come to think of it, this feels familiar. Similar to the energy that polluted that orb."
Her words continued, but they didn't reach his ears.
-Zing
He was already fleeing on instinct.
And in that instant—
-Crunch!
"Gahk!"
"...If I drag you back, maybe my husband can recover a bit?"
Not a normal dispel nullifying the spell,
but shattering the warping space itself, forcibly fizzling the magic before closing in to seize his throat.
"I was really looking forward to our first wedding night... Looks like my thoughts and my husband's don't align."
"Guh... guh..."
-Crunch!
"I acted hoping my husband would like it... Am I the weird one? Or is he too picky?"
-Shatter!
Magic fizzling repeatedly.
"Guh... hngh..."
As the grip tightened around his neck, he realized he might actually die like this. Burning even the fragment infused with His power, he triggered the spell—
-Thud!
"Whoa!"
"Guhk!"
Did it finally work? The scenery around him had changed.
Since he'd triggered the teleport desperately without coordinates, it'd flung him randomly—could've landed anywhere dangerous—but
"N-n-n-no, who the hell are you?!"
A human who was apparently already there screamed as they tumbled together in a tangle.
A familiar voice somewhere.
Frowning, he looked up to confirm—and could hardly believe his eyes.
"...Hero?"
The puppet of that damned Erdel Bright, whom he'd fought and tried to kill countless times on the battlefield but never managed to finish off,
was right in front of him.