Chapter 198
Chapter 198
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 198
Chapter Title: Prelude to the Swiss Catastrophe
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Before the horrific catastrophe that would strike Switzerland began.
For now, let's take a look at the trio from the [Six Evils].
Elisei Bon.
Among the Legendary Classes, he was an Italian ranked a proud 4th: a 【Satanist】.
That's right—he was the one and only being capable of wielding demons as a demon summoner.
The [Witch] and [Voodoo Priest] who accompanied him hailed from ethnic minorities whose lineages were all but guaranteed to die out.
All three shared a special bloodline that granted them unique powers, fostering a strong bond between them.
There was something sinister about it, and witches, demons, and voodoo just naturally went together as a set.
Anyway, among the [Six Evils] factions, these three lived free-spirited lives, committing all sorts of crimes as wanted fugitives, and they were plotting to pull off one massive score.
It started with outlaws in America, and after the Tower appeared, mafia influence had spread across Switzerland.
Ironically, the mafia had boosted the value and security of Swiss banks, drawing in crowds of criminals to stash their cash.
Even some Legendary Classes from the [Six Evils] used Swiss banks.
Stealing the money there would let them live luxuriously for life.
The three couldn't keep scraping by like this forever, so with grand ambitions and dreams, they climbed the 【Tower】 while meticulously planning.
The witch discovered a ley line in Switzerland pulsing with potent spiritual energy—and, amazingly, a chalet sat on prime land there.
They scraped together every penny to buy the chalet, disguised it as a normal vacation spot, and lured in "sacrifices."
Of course, they didn't prey on innocent civilians.
Evil, lowlife criminals were more efficient, so that's who they targeted.
From the criminals' perspective, an isolated chalet deep in the mountains was perfect for shady dealings or crimes.
On the flip side, once they entered, they were cut off, unable to call for help—but did underworld scum ever think that far ahead?
They steadily offered tributes to demons, harvested souls, and made thorough preparations.
When comrades asked what they'd been up to, they'd say they'd bought a chalet and hired a manager to run a tourism business—they were that dedicated.
And why not? In this trash line of work, slacking off meant starving to death!
"Ugh, pollution wiped out the frogs and herbs I need for potions..."
She had [Witch's Recipe], a cheat skill that alchemists would kill for, but human recklessness had polluted the environment, rendering 60% of her recipes unusable. The witch sighed.
Couldn't they breed alternatives? Couldn't they use Tower materials?
Twisting and turning in frustration, she climbed the Tower using curses usable only by her minions or herself, and for some reason, a skill that turned forests into labyrinths.
"I heard our ancestors got branded witches. But why do I have to become a real one?! I wanted to be a celeb!"
The witch, becoming Baba Yaga herself—taming beasts that devoured people—let out a heavy breath after 12 long years, her face unable to escape time's toll.
These days, even witch gatherings drew no young women—just droves of men, leaving her in despair.
But she was still better off than the [Voodoo Priest] from Africa.
A fellow countryman named Jackson had gone to America, gained infamy as an architect, wormed his way under Wakamo, became president, and lived large.
"Curses take way too much prep..."
Sacred energies, eerie auras, grudges, hatred, invisible odds and ends—plus hair or nails for proper curses.
Her other skills worked, but they were DoT damage so obnoxious it was infuriating, so the voodoo priest's abilities boosted his running instead.
He'd run so much his Agility stat rose from "consistent sprinting."
Years of running, stabbing with needles till DoTs killed, unspeakable woes he couldn't share.
"I wanna make bank and live in the city."
Sobbing that he'd rather revel in urban pleasures than survive in Africa.
But he was still better off than the [Satanist].
Somehow, the more we go, the more it feels like comparisons.
He could summon 【Demons】, their power rivaling degraded 【Babel Fragments】.
Trade lifespan or tributes for demons, achieve wishes through them, command the impossible.
The catch: demons demanded unique tributes.
Pure souls? Use sparingly.
Some demons said crap like that, and even if they obeyed post-summon, they stuck to contracts like knives—quitting demons had threatened his life more than once.
But he pulled it off.
Relentless effort: newspaper and milk deliveries while grinding criminals and monsters, plotting crimes for a peaceful life(?).
Thus, the three musketeers spent two full years preparing to summon an archdemon in a remote Swiss chalet.
They sacrificed 666 wicked, filthy souls.
Cursed the land with their blood, branded it, summoned vengeful spirits with their screams, amassed more wraiths into evil ghosts.
As a reward for wiping out Swiss mafia, they got protected seeds from the Swiss government, planted them, brewed potions tirelessly without sleep—the witch became mistress of an envy-worthy forest.
Truly... such an incredibly long time.
The trio planned to bring a night of nightmares to Switzerland, instill fear and terror of the [Six Evils].
Steal every cent and gold bar from Swiss banks, vanish forever.
That is, until Wakamo Inarizushi booked the chalet!!!
"No way! Why the hell is this crazy fox goddess coming to Switzerland?!"
"At this point, isn't she a walking disaster god???"
"Wahhh, God!! I went to church and prayed every day!! Why!! Is it 'cause I'm a witch?!"
──Anyway, these brazen criminals didn't want to bite off more than they could chew.
Had anyone survived facing Wakamo Inarizushi?
Even the [Mediator] in his youth lost despite using the ultimate cheat of time stop.
Even if the three went all-out, they'd end up preserved eternally like pirates, unable to die.
So the trio bolted for Switzerland.
After learning Satyros and the [Man Eater] tracker were heading there for "vacation" to target Wakamo vacationing, they sprinted even harder.
No phone signal in off-grid areas.
And Wakamo, avoiding VTuber streams to rest, wasn't using [Internet Connection]—no way to contact her.
Misfortune snowballs endlessly once it starts.
Feeling it was karmic backlash for their villainous lives, the trio ran even more frantically.
They'd planned terrorism, but failure meant escape—not death!!
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How did Wakamo find and book this chalet?
She wanted one stalkers and reporters couldn't reach, deep in untouched woods.
Aoi Asuka searched tirelessly per her boss's wishes, finding it on a black-site reservation page.
And booked it.
Was Asuka's access to a mafia-only site the real disaster?
This place was hell on earth—no one left alive.
The 【Witch's Forest】, cursed into being by the 【Witch】, trapped stayers overnight in inescapable magic.
Wakamo's group would wander endlessly even trying to leave at dawn!
The witch hid her 【Minions】 underground to guard the ritual altar.
Wine cellar masked scents and passages, but a deep cave lay below.
Goat and virgin (herself) blood fueled the rite—sane folk went mad!!
Eventually, suspicion birthed mutual slaughter... but only worked on the wicked.
Monsters, driven by instinct, turned on each other.
The witch farmed with this as her main skill.
Plus 【Voodoo Priest】's talismans lurked buried or disguised as decor.
【Evil Ghosts】 from his calls and grudge spirits swarmed.
Invisible to naked eye or even [Wizards]—real ghosts!!
They craved living flesh.
They sought comrades.
Freely moved objects, brought misery, inflicted nightmares.
Slowly blurring reality and dreams till madness.
Finally, the 【Satanist (Demon Worshipper)】, third generation!!
First and second died from ignorance: overconsuming lifespan, tricked by demon lies.
He learned, prepared meticulously, wielded demons like familiars—ranked 2nd in [Six Evils], just below Sword Saint!!
Demonic power was immense, cruel, beyond human limits.
He realized his power was a "fragment" of Legendary Classes' 【Authority】 strength, as the [Mediator] said.
A step further, he might claim "qualification" as a top climber.
But small-time villains don't aim for godhood.
He just wanted selfish luxury: one big score, then hide.
No care for others but allies—his demon-wielding qualified him as top-tier fiend.
Corpses revived as undead under demon influence, ignoring Tower effects.
And archdemon summon: endless demons till it falls.
No cost to the contractor at that point.
Archdemon immortal unless 【Soul Stone】 destroyed.
Prep heavy, obedience uncertain.
Ancestors died summoning one to burn the world—crushed by [Mediator], excessive lifespan drain, scam contracts.
He'd submitted a "terror plan" to the Mediator first!
The chalet, sucking Wakamo's mana, might've already summoned demons.
Her mana from countless fans dwarfed their 2-year toil.
Even unintended, her leaking mana auto-triggered archdemon summon.
"WE PREPARED TOO WELL!!!!"
Should've slacked off a bit...!!
Tears of blood too late—the [Six Evils] trio ran like their feet were aflame.
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Even horror flicks weren't this grim.
A slasher flick of beautiful girls spilling guts was about to premiere.
The 666 buried corpses began rising, absorbing Wakamo's mana.
"GRAAAAH!!! VTuber!!! I wanna see VTuber!!!!"
"Damn it, everyone...!! Pool our power!!"
"No, is this really the same body??"
"Such insane strength from where..."
Kang Yeoul and two White-Faced Golden Fur suppressing Wakamo.
Wakamo rampaged madly, roaring for VTuber streams, unleashing punches and kicks.
The three Wakamos charged the barrage boldly, deflecting and countering.
Hands and feet blurred in triple encirclement, yet she fought like six, a war god berserk.
Wraiths in corpses peeking from earth sprayed emotions as [Mana Ghosts]; banshees fled their screams.
Even mindless corpse-instinct hid from her ground pounds' shocks.
They prayed silently she'd pass by, trembling in terror.
"■■■■■■■■■───!!!"
The fox wailed horrifically, rampaging like a disaster god.
Missing VTuber wasn't death, yet ears perked, unsatisfied with "brain VTuber streams"—mad ravings.
Mad clipper: years of streams birthed AI VTubers.
But fakes! Stimulated urges more, fueling frenzy.
[We're over 600 strong]
[Empowered by demons, witch, voodoo?]
[Infinite respawns—let's go?]
Even in terror, they were evil ghosts, life-eaters.
Muster "courage"—repay 2 years' toil...
For the trio's "efforts" to burn Switzerland, they poked heads out.
But...
"Nothing excites like beasts howling in rut on dark nights..."
A freak who'd eaten 50 roadside corpses en route emerged from shadows.
Corpses, seeing him, burrowed deeper—no rematch death wished.
Wakamos, mid-fight, froze at the horrific sight of his forearm-thick swinging dick.
"Parag Barat!"
"Satyros!"
"That psycho who crashed into planes and cars last week!!"
"The stalker ruining VTuber lives finally showed!!"
"Eung♥"
Gross.
Worst disgust ever—maybe rivaled successor stealing my underwear.
On second thought, horrific... my life's been rough.
Fur so thick, man or monkey baby? Indistinguishable.
But thrusting anything in heat proved inhuman!!
"I wanted to meet you!! Felt it at first sight—true love!! I'm your fan!!"
"Fan my ass—stalking with red potion? You're dead today."
He'd never see tomorrow's sun.
"VTuber's foe... home-invading stalker, blocker of our lovely Nene-chan streams!! Trauma-inflicting perv on our proud phoenix!! No red potion stalker lives...!! This rage fuels me—I'll beat you!!"
"I may be a criminal, but using 'true love' as excuse for rage ain't right. Shouldn't you be mad I'm about to jump you? Loving an idol means fans keep boundaries, no?"
Wakamo froze stone-like at Satyros's straight-faced retort.
"Damn, fuck. They say men think with dicks... this guy's logical. He's right!!! Why target me of all people?!?"
"Your potent male scent within... female form, but strong-willed man!! That's what turns me on!"
"Way crazier than imagined, shit."
Fighting spirit crushed—wanted to flee.
His "cool guy... wanna?" gaze met hers; naked shame hit.
No one ever clocked her male core, yet this perv sniffed it out for this reason.
My VTuber life's unique, but stalkers too—damn.
Too many lunatics...
"Die, perv!! I like girls more!!"
Rage-fueled full-power kick to swinging dick—no damage.
Familiar sensation wrinkled her brow.
Why couldn't they catch or kill Satyros despite crimes?
Wakamo felt it now.
'No damage!'
Full face kick, knee to balls—Satyros didn't blink!!
Similar to facing 【Man Eater】.
[[Idol's Body] resists [Satyros's 【Rut】!]]
Info windows popped with his glow.
"Heh, heating up? Feel that irresistible excitement!!"
'──This 【Aether】?'
Nothing felt sharpened senses.
Like [Idol] wielded [Time] Authority, [Satyros] used [Rut] Authority.
Historically horrific power—Wakamo stopped deep thought.
Reason victims became followers: forced rut corrupts males and females alike—Greek myth monster befitting!
Lucky [Charm] immunity—or it'd be pathetic.
Strong? 9th rank solid, but frail vs. Wakamo.
Authority irregular, unmastered, power inconsistent.
Boom—!
'Got it.'
Didn't know 【Aether】 use, but [Satyros] Legendary Class gained partial Authority on job change.
Reverse order from climbers.
Tower monsters counter it, so he banked on ignoring 【Aether】.
But for Aether-less climbers, nightmare incarnate.
Unknown = invincible.
No escape once caught.
Scam via Legendary gimmick over combat.
Sadly, Wakamo knew more than him.
"You're second gen—means killable, right?"
"I don't mind corpses—!! Mutual slaughter's thrilling!"
"Hah—Master said never use on people..."
Elementary days: beating taekwondo teens at dojang.
Master asked why nosebleed seniors.
"Beat 'em 'cause they came at me"—he warned it could kill, don't use on people.
Non-lethal ideal, but this rapist beast? Fine.
Virgin(?)-ity to man? Die first!!!
Attacks ineffective!!
Solution?!
Hit harder!!
"Taekwondo Killer I saved for 【Pirates】—die!! Authority whatever—fuck it!!!"
Too brutal, vowed never with Master!!
But scum—unleash seal, no mercy!!
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Satyros and Idol clashed fiercely.
The [Six Evils] trio clocked it instantly.
This perv chasing [Idol] from Greece to Italy—Switzerland? Natural!
"Wakamo-nim! Wakamo-nim!! No time to explain—archdemon's summoning!!"
"Hah?"
Kang Yeoul, observing fight, panicked at sudden [Six Evils] criminals.
[Satanist] yelled desperately: chalet interior now hell, no time.
"Wasn't supposed to trigger!! But Wakamo-nim's mana overflowed... it activated!!"
Planned to block pre-arrival, but her mana excess caused accident.
Kang Yeoul realized mana-spamming VTuber-fiending Wakamo caused it—cold sweat.
"Smash the mood light 【Soul Stone】—it's fine!!"
Two years wasted, but lives mattered more.
They'd handle it—burst in; hellish in a way.
Mei Shaolongbao T-posing slide down corridor stairs.
Evil ghosts fleeing Guan Yu's pursuit, screaming.
Floor-busting corpse-possessed chewed Olga Romanova till teeth shattered, limp.
Corpses clawing dragon body—fingers smashed, pathetically sprawled.
Midst it, Olga snored on sofa post-movie, oblivious.
"Uh, not what we pictured."
"Kyaa!! Ghosts!! Asuka, scary!!"
"Telekinesis Vortex."
Kwaaang──!!
Riot woke them; sizing situation.
Aiba pulverizing evil spirits psychically, Asuka hiding behind.
Yu Ying emerging sleepy from opposite with generals.
Sadako ascending from basement, roasted minion leg and bottle in hand—eaten as booze snack?
Witch silently swallowed tears at companion's "death" post-climb.
"Everyone! We're chalet staff!! No time—evacuate!!"
"Asuka, true?"
"Owners confirmed."
Aiba asked Asuka at [Satanist]'s frantic cry.
Wanted [Six Evils] top, but owner question—Asuka answered plain.
"Outside Satyros rampaging—use emergency elevator, underground passage escape!"
"Everything's here."
Kang Yeoul gawked at hidden wall elevator.
Safest getaway post-archdemon loot 'n' scoot.
"You not evac'ing?"
"We gotta destroy 【Soul Stone】...!"
"Safer if guests unharmed!!"
Crew half-asleep, dazed; Wakamo max crisis, mind blank.
Mei and Kang Yeoul boarded first, others followed evac.
Trio relieved: all Wakamo Corp staff safe.
Now, find and smash Soul Stone!!
"Archdemon out—Switzerland burns!!"
"But why spray so much mana, Idol?"
"Satyros, right?"
"Nothing goes right."
Over 3 million mana auto-summoned archdemon—they hunted 【Soul Stone】.
No possessions lucky.
"But demon summoned—where?"
[Satanist] contractor sensed it.
No group possessions?
"Mood lights first!!"
Trio smashed leaping ghosts and corpses, stormed rooms.
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Meeoong─
Crew, rudely woken to elevator.
"Everyone safe? All here?"
Won Da-hye, manager most crisis-accustomed, calmly headcounted.
Aiba turned, counted.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Yeah, all good."
"...Wait... 8? Recount."
"What? Told ya—me and Asuka. Yu Ying and Sadako. Manager Won Da-hye and Kang Yeoul and Mei─"
"Olga too. See, 8."
"Joking?! Olga's... glasses!!! This is glasses!!!"
Sleepy excuses no—still!!!
Aiba shrugged: not important.
Saw trio—wanted criminals?
"Criminals, yes."
"Why say now?"
"Didn't ask."
Yu Ying stopped Aiba cigging Asuka's forehead.
Irked briefly, Aiba lit cig gruffly.
"Olga's glasses?"
"What!! Only Olga's glasses left!!!"
"Yes, to Asuka, Olga was always just glasses."
"Left her with ghosts, corpses, demons rising!! Hurry back—Olga...!!"
"Evac first. We're vacationing? Gearless fight = monster chow."
Sadako handed manager bottle: calm.
Won Da-hye gulped booze, steadying.
Aiba lifted glasses to her.
"Think: this... totally Olga Romanova, right?"
"Obviously Olga's glasses!!"
"No no, face reality. This vs. abandoned horned-tailed suspect. Which real?"
"See reality, Aiba!!"
Asuka backed furious Won Da-hye.
"Outside one's glasses rack, Manager."
"Glasses rack?!?"
"Stick for hanging glasses."
"Clothes hangers work!!"
"Manager—calm. Kyoto girl opines: ages debated soul's seat? Heart? Brain? Nah. Soul's in glasses."
"No soul here then?!?"
Sadako grilled booze-hungover manager: Olga'll survive.
Too drunk, head pounding—stop yelling, she groaned.
Puke from elevator nausea splashed Won Da-hye's face.
"Uh—President."
"Yeah, Yu Ying?"
"Where's Adelheid-unnie?"
"Oh."
Crew realized one more missing.
At least not just Olga—Aiba sighed relief.
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"No mood light!!!"
"This filthy archdemon!! Fooled us!!!"
"Nooo!!! Don't wanna be gallery exhibit!!!!"
Soul Stone spot empty—trio panicked, screamed.
[Satanist] teared at scam contract; voodoo cursed demon; witch rolled floor mental break.
Hope not lost.
They could salvage, beg mercy.
"Find demon!!"
"Next room!!"
"──Wait, elevator one short?"
Witch's words—men recalled.
7 + glasses.
Artist missing! Adelheid!!
"Demon presence here."
"Artist possessed—what?!"
As [Six Evils], they empathized her hardships.
Demon possession end worst—comrade oath, [Satanist] turned knob.
"[Artist]! We're here to save you!"
"Damn, comrades ditch weakest!"
"Me, witch! Remember?! Gave soup and bread! Friends here!"
Bang─!
Trio flung door with [Six Evils] bond, resolve.
Froze at scene inside.
"I've contracted with the demon... to become an artist like Niccolò Paganini!"
"Uh, um."
Looks it.
Don't wanna tangle.
[Six Evils] rep trivial—this company's all lunatics.
How'd sweet Adelheid end like this!!