Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Toward the Starting Point
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I doubted my ears.
I had clearly died, yet now it was saying I could go back. What the hell did that mean?
Maybe I had misheard.
"Where are you going?"
『I told you. Back to the present world where you were.』
I hadn't misheard.
Earlier, it had said this was a place where people stayed briefly before ending their lives, so did that mean I hadn't actually died yet?
And sure enough, a door had materialized right in front of me. From the looks of things, it had to be the way back to the present world.
"Yes, I'll go back."
Whatever the case, it was good news.
Of course I'd head to the present world.
No matter how shitty life could be, living had to be better than dying, right?
『But if you go back, what about that?』
At that moment, the god pointed at my Moonlight Sword.
『You wanna take it with you?』
It was certainly a tempting offer.
Even if I was just a regular human now, having the Moonlight Sword would change everything.
I wouldn't lose to most opponents. Hell, I might even stand a chance against magical girls.
『Of course, with all that magic power sealed away, I wouldn't expect it to help much.』
Well, the sealed magic power meant it wouldn't be all that effective.
Still, having it beat not having it.
At the very least, it meant I could try.
『So, what'll you do?』
I slowly reached out for the Moonlight Sword.
But then.
"No, forget it."
『You sure you're okay with that?』
I quickly pulled my hand back.
I knew it. This Moonlight Sword could be the turning point that changed my life.
But I didn't need it anymore.
『You're really going to fall back to being a plain old human? No Hero of the Moon, no magical girl?』
I already had things far more precious than some sword.
Did I really need it?
"I'm fine."
Yeah.
The stocks in Top□ and No□pia.
"Even without the Moonlight Sword, everyone's still there, right?"
My entire life was back in the present world.
A sense of relief washed over me, and I broke into a bright smile. Honestly, I felt like I'd just made a heroic resolve straight out of some novel.
『I don't think you're fine.』
But the god denied my words.
"Huh?"
『I said you're not fine.』
What the hell kind of nonsense was this?
Shouldn't it be saying something like, 'That's right, Hero of the Moon!'?
"Why not?"
『Why?』
Then the god grinned, baring its teeth wide.
『Because it's wide open.』
"Ah, fuck."
That's when it hit me.
The situation I'd been in right before coming here.
I'd been on the verge of getting my 'rear' torn open by those futanari bastards.
Physically, obviously.
Come to think of it, I wasn't even sure I'd actually died. There were too many ambiguous bits for that.
『I told you. It depends on how you see it.』
But that didn't matter anymore.
If I went back powerless now, I'd get ravaged without mercy, no doubt about it.
My dignity, my human rights, and my asshole.
This was bad.
I was about to get fucked by those dick-swinging pieces of shit.
If that happened, I'd end up right back here. Except this time, my ass would be completely wrecked.
I absolutely couldn't let that happen.
"No way, you fucking bastards!"
Grabbing the Moonlight Sword, I flung open the door in a panic.
"At least let me lose my virginity before I die!"
- Rattle, clank.
The sound of a chain coming undone echoed behind me.
The white world after Kim Siyul departed.
The god left alone by the fleeing Kim Siyul—or rather, the 'something' that had been called a god.
It suddenly jerked its head back.
『You sure you don't wanna say hi?』
In a space where nothing and no one had been.
Suddenly, someone revealed herself.
"Yes......"
They'd only just met, but to the 'something,' she was already a familiar presence.
『You're the girl from that story just now, right?』
"That's right."
Yeah.
She was the girl Kim Siyul had mentioned moments ago.
『But your appearance is pretty different from what I heard.』
"I was right in the middle of growing up, after all."
Simply put, she looked far more mature than Kim Siyul's descriptions could ever capture.
『Still, your vibe is about the same, so I recognized you right away. Kim Siyul probably would've clocked it instantly too.』
"That's a relief. No need to worry about him not recognizing me."
The girl gave a faint smile.
The 'something' smiled back.
But it was a smile tinged with pity.
『Anyway, you really okay skipping the hello? You could've at least asked how he's doing.』
"Yes, I'm fine."
The girl slowly nodded.
As if it truly didn't bother her at all.
But nothing the 'something' had said was wrong.
This was a sort of soul realm.
A third space, neither the present world nor the other world—a temporary stop before someone ended their life.
There weren't many ways to get here.
Having already lost your life.
Or passing out in mortal peril.
Or.
『Your life could end at any moment.』
Right on the brink of death.
『Isn't it?』
The girl nodded silently.
She really could drop dead any second.
Of course, it wasn't because of any curse.
That shit had been fully lifted when Kim Siyul killed the demon king for her.
Simply.
『You look fine here, but your real body is barely half intact now. Actually, not even that anymore.』
"Yeah. It's still rotting away even as we speak."
Something far worse than any curse.
"But I don't think I'll die right away."
She added softly that she still had no intention of going yet, then quietly closed her eyes.
Was she enduring pain?
Or did she have nothing more to say?
The 'something' couldn't presume to decide. Her expression was too noble, too heartrending.
In the end, instead of saying more, it changed the subject.
『This might be the last time. Don't you regret it?』
"It's not like I don't regret it at all......"
Still, she continued.
"But I believe it. That we'll meet again someday."
At that moment, the girl gazed into empty space.
More precisely, at the now-void spot where Kim Siyul had kicked open the door and vanished.
"So."
Then, the girl smiled gently.
"Until then, stay safe and don't get hurt."
So fragile she seemed ready to break.
"Hero bro."
And yet, so radiantly, so brilliantly.
"Leader, our magical luck is really shit today, huh?"
"Tell me about it."
True enough.
Not only had they effortlessly shaken off an overwhelming number of magical girls, but for once, they even had time to indulge in some magical pleasure to their heart's content.
And the target was a guy, no less.
Not some geezer or old fart, but a young man.
No magical flab, surprisingly toned in all the right places, and handsome to boot.
A magical top-tier specimen.
She didn't know his exact age, but it hardly mattered. As long as he looked good, the rest was irrelevant.
Though it was a bit of a shame there was no part in the magical recording where he stated his age outright.
'Still, this is jackpot.'
No matter how she sliced it, their magical luck was on point.
Her magical OnlyFans revenue had been noticeably dipping lately, but this guy would rake in some serious cash.
'And I can vent some built-up stress too.'
The magical futanari leader smirked sleazily.
At the same time, a even more pungent magical musk wafted from her lower half.
Perfect.
Magical condition: top shape.
'Gonna fuck him like a dog.'
She was magically primed and ready—literally.
Just then, another magical futanari roughly shook her magical cock, expressing her amazement without restraint.
"Man, our intel guy's skills are the real deal. Even hooked us up with something this prime. Leader, who the hell is he anyway?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Got it! I'll wait!"
The magical futanari had postponed the answer, but she figured even time wouldn't bring clarity.
'Tell you what? I got nothing.'
If she didn't know, she couldn't share.
'Who the hell is he?'
The intel guy was a bizarre figure.
They'd met plenty of times. But not once had she gleaned anything about their identity.
What they looked like.
Their build.
Not even their gender.
Zero info.
Magical means like photos, recordings—zilch. No sound, screens just black.
As if blocked by something.
'At least not a magical girl, probably......'
All she could assume was they weren't one. A magical futanari's senses would've picked it up ages ago.
Still, aside from the creep factor, the intel guy was hugely helpful.
Had been since the first magical tip: stop selling your body directly, switch to magical OnlyFans.
'Didn't buy it hook, line, and sinker at first.'
Of course she'd been skeptical.
Hard to trust someone popping up mid-hustle in a magical brothel.
But.
But.
'Good thing I listened.'
Playing along got her out of the magical girls' dragnet.
And it wasn't a one-off.
Afterward, more tips kept the magical crises at bay.
'Would've been caught long ago without 'em......'
Not just that—recently hooked her up with the magical cock, and today warned of the magical girls' raid, complete with their detailed formation.
Didn't know how the cock worked. Something about a magical girl who turns imagination real, supposedly.
Vague, shady.
Didn't matter.
She'd had her magical fun.
'So.'
This time, magical pleasure awaited too.
Anyway.
She'd just yanked off the mystery man's pesky magical belt.
One thing left to do.
"Leader, what's the plan now?"
"Pound him, obviously."
Surrender to magical desire.
"But Leader, looks like he's passed out."
"So what."
Passed out? Whatever.
Just fuck him awake.
"Fair. He'll come to while getting railed."
"Then pass out again moaning like a bitch."
Saying it casually, the leader magical futanari inwardly grumbled a bit.
Magical futanari were the magical new humanity.
The pinnacle of magical evolution.
Yet passing out from just a belt removal?
That scared?
Of magical new humans?
Just then, the one with the folksy dialect sidled up behind the downed man.
"Aw, shucks, then per our deal, this ol' granny'll take first dibs on shakin' her hips a bit."
Slender build, but the oldest of the bunch.
The leader adjusted the magical camcorder angle and issued a magical warning.
"Don't wear him out. We all gotta share."
Not out of concern for the victim, obviously. No way.
"No worries. My back's killin' me; can't go too long."
"Magical girl body, and you're whining."
The leader tossed a laughing jab. The other chuckled it off.
Then eyed the man's rear, smacking her lips lewdly.
"Ooh wee, that's a juicy one."
The magical futanari leader loved moments like this.
Doing whatever, however she wanted.
What a fantastic world.
Magical girls' duty?
Others' pain?
Worthless. Just enjoy herself—that's all.
Was pursuing happiness so wrong? Were others' blood and tears that vital?
"Bullshit."
Not to her.
Just then, the older magical futanari grinned with drooling lust and slowly reached for the man's waistband.
"Hang tight, sweetie. Granny's gonna love you up—"
That instant.
New Moon
A sharp moon rose.