Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Goddess: Fuck to Save the World
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"To save the world... fuck her." ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ First things first, let's calm down.
I forced myself to think that as I took stock of the situation.
'Hmm. My neck seems to be properly attached, at least.'
I slowly recalled my last memory.
The sight of a blonde female knight slicing my neck clean off in a single stroke.
The world spun wildly in an instant.
Too late, I realized it was my head that was spinning.
With a thud, my head hit the ground.
The last thing I remembered was those cold eyes looking down at me.
For some, it might have been a reward. But I didn't have the luxury to think that way.
That was the final scene of my short life.
'So how am I still alive?'
My neck, which had definitely been severed, was perfectly fine now.
Or maybe this was the afterlife.
Thinking about it, it sure felt that way.
An endless expanse of pure white nothingness.
And right in front of me stood a single sword, blooming like a flower.
As if inviting me to come and take a look.
'...Is it telling me to pull it out?'
To think I'd want to draw a sword right after being killed by a Demon Sword. Even I had to admit it was ridiculous.
But Demon Swords had always been that kind of existence in my life.
Something I desperately wanted but could never grasp.
Like someone else's power, money, or women.
As if entranced, I approached and gripped the sword.
That was the moment.
-Fwaaaah!
A dazzling light burst from the Demon Sword.
The glow soon gathered, taking the form of a woman.
A stunning beauty with black hair cascading down to her waist.
The thought that crossed my mind at that mystical sight was ridiculous, even to me.
'That body's insane.'
She wore white garments reminiscent of a goddess.
Her full, perfectly shaped white breasts barely concealed by thin fabric, sideboob spilling out uncontrollably.
A smooth belly and flanks leading down to prominent hips.
And below them, long, slender thighs.
It was the ultimate sensual female form, built purely to tempt men.
Her outfit was outrageously provocative, too.
Just a slight shift of that fabric, and her nipples would be on full display.
'With a body like that and clothes like those, it's basically begging to be fucked.'
That's the kind of thought that flashed through my head.
Over the years, I'd seen plenty of Demon Swords, and they were all gorgeous in face and figure.
But the woman before me was top-tier among them.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lee Si-hyun."
The woman... no, the Demon Sword smiled warmly at me.
It was a smile so beautiful it made me swallow reflexively.
Up close, her voluptuous figure shone even brighter.
"Does your body feel alright?"
"Ah, yeah. Seems fine."
"Good to hear. Looks like you've come back properly."
At her words, I glanced back at the 'Demon Sword.'
As I grew accustomed to her figure, the situation started sinking in.
I had definitely died back then.
But for some reason, I was alive again, good as new.
And the one who saved me was clearly...
"...Did you bring me back to life?"
"Yes, that's right. Though 'brought back' isn't quite accurate. If anything, it's more like I erased the fact that you died in the first place."
Her words made me even more serious.
Reviving the dead.
Impressive, sure, but scour the world, and there might be a Demon Sword with that power.
They could create ice from thin air or summon fire in a vacuum, after all.
But rewriting reality itself? That's different.
A miracle on the level of manipulating time and space.
Not even an S-rank Demon Sword could pull that off.
"...Are you a goddess, by any chance?"
"Hehe! Something like that, yes. More precisely, the Demon Sword Goddess."
"Demon Sword Goddess?"
"I get why you're surprised. Humanity doesn't know I exist."
There are all sorts of Demon Swords in the world, wielding transcendent powers.
But that doesn't make them gods.
If anything, they're like the heroes or wizards from movies.
No Demon Sword can create worlds or alter the future.
"Lived my whole life agnostic, and now suddenly gods are real. A Demon Sword Goddess, no less..."
Hard to swallow at first, but she was right there in front of me. No choice but to believe.
That's how it felt.
"Being the Demon Sword Goddess... does that mean there are other gods too?"
"I'm the only one in this world. But other dimensions have all sorts of gods. There's even a Succubus Goddess among them."
"Now that I'd like to see."
If the Demon Sword Goddess had such a killer body, who knew how wild the Succubus Goddess would be.
Probably the type where just looking drains your life force.
"Anyway, you seem calm now, so let me explain. In short, the world you lived in has already perished once."
I nodded calmly.
"Not shocked?"
"I had a feeling."
The Demon Swords meant to protect and sustain the world had turned against us.
And they were several times stronger after corrupting.
Impossible for humanity to overcome that.
I'd fought alongside dozens of comrades, only to be wiped out by a single C-rank Demon Sword.
The gap widens with every rank up.
And right after, an S-rank showed up.
The people in that region were as good as gone.
Things probably didn't change much after that.
"You okay? Your world ended."
"What can you do? No strong attachments anyway."
No family, no lover.
Dreams were big, but reality was just a wage slave.
Sure, not perishing would've been preferable, but not world-shattering.
'If anything, I half-expected it.'
Even as I thrashed and vowed revenge, deep down I knew.
The world was doomed to fall to the Demon Swords.
"...But me coming back like this means there's a way, right?"
"Looks like choosing you was the right call."
The Demon Sword Goddess smiled gently.
No big meaning behind it, yet my heart raced.
That smile was just that fresh and beautiful.
"Your world did perish. But I used my authority to regress the entire world."
"Regress?"
"Rewound time. Erased what happened in the future and brought us back to the past."
...So that's what she meant by erasing the fact of my death.
Even so, turning back time?
A miracle only a true god could perform.
"Specifically, how far back did you send me?"
"Exactly two years before the Demon Swords fell to corruption."
"...Two years."
Short if short, long if long.
Of course, the actual rewind was probably much further.
Humanity didn't fall the instant the Demon Swords corrupted.
We resisted for quite a while.
Even after my death, we held out decently.
A Demon Sword could slaughter thousands alone, but physics still takes time.
"Truth be told, I'd have preferred more time. Unfortunately, that was the limit of my power."
"No, this is more than enough. I'm grateful."
Like giving dinosaurs a do-over after extinction.
Not shameless enough to complain about the amount.
"But... honestly, I can't imagine myself stopping the end."
The Demon Swords' corruption.
The direct trigger for humanity's fall.
Demon Swords and humans had always gotten along.
They weren't gods or anything grand.
Well, technically true, but they were more familiar than that.
'They blended seamlessly into human society.'
If you had to compare a Demon Sword's life, it'd be like a celebrity.
They had relationships, friends, lovers—even marriages to humans.
Most contracted with humans and fought alongside us.
To humanity, they were blessings that protected us, neighbors we were always thankful for.
'That's why their betrayal hit so hard.'
The corruption came without warning, all at once.
As if planned, Demon Swords worldwide killed their contractors simultaneously.
Not content with that, those connected to high officials assassinated them too.
Naturally, elites were more likely to hold high-rank Demon Swords.
Humanity lost its power players and leaders overnight, plunging into chaos.
Demon Swords then efficiently wiped us out.
'And I'm supposed to stop that from now?'
No way I could.
I could barely save my own skin.
"I'm not anyone special. Even if I warn about the Demon Swords corrupting, no one will believe me."
"I know. It wouldn't matter who said it."
The goddess nodded, then spoke cautiously.
"That's why I'd like you to save the world alone, in a different way."
"Don't tell me... become some dark hero taking them down in secret?"
"Of course not. Not enough time physically, and I want them to keep living too."
"Then... there's a way to prevent their corruption?"
She nodded at my question.
"I'd welcome that. Best to resolve without fighting."
The Demon Swords destroyed humanity because they corrupted.
Block the cause beforehand, no need to fight them.
Simpler, and we keep their immense power.
"But to stop the corruption, what do I do? No, what's causing it?"
Her expression turned a bit odd.
Her white cheeks flushed red, and she hemmed and hawed for a while.
Finally, in a tiny voice:
"I'd like you to... seduce a few Demon Swords..."
"Seduce? You want me to date Demon Swords?"
I asked, laced with disbelief.
And she said 'a few.'
Meaning cheat on them with others.
Unprecedented in human history.
With their pride, no Demon Sword would touch a human contracted to another.
Yet her words shattered that common sense.
"Even further... have se-sex with them... and make them submit."
...What the hell was this pervert goddess saying?
Did I hear that right?