Came from the Saint's Whipping
Came from the Saint's Whipping
Baron Hanson tried desperately to cover his own mouth.
But a man already under hypnosis had no control over what he did.
"Don't move. Don't resist. Don't fire any curses. Stay still and answer my questions. Who is the Collector? What exactly do they do?"
"She is a person who collects resentment for the order. The Evil God's miracles and curses require vast amounts of resentment. Our factory is one of the primary sources of resentment."
They used the factory as a resentment farm?
No way...
"The fire at the factory. Did you start it on purpose? To amplify people's despair and suffering?"
Baron Hanson answered with the face of a man who wanted to die.
"Yes. That is correct. I did it on purpose. I was told a large amount of resentment had to be collected urgently. So I deliberately started the fire."
"What did you plan to use the resentment for?"
"I do not know that either. I was not told. I merely assist the Collector to facilitate the harvesting of resentment."
"Where is the Collector?"
Baron Hanson trembled.
He looked deeply terrified as words slipped uncontrollably from his mouth against his will.
But what could he do?
He truthfully spit out the facts.
"Th-there... There is a passage beyond that bookshelf. It is hidden by the Miracle of Concealment, so not even the most gifted priest could find it."
"Can you open it?"
"Yes. I can."
"Then open it."
At my command, Baron Hanson stood up like a machine and approached the bookshelf.
He chanted something and touched the books in a specific sequence. Soon, the bookshelf melted away as if dissolving, revealing the hidden passage behind it.
The thick, cloying smell of blood.
It was viscerally repulsive.
The moment I smelled it, I felt my reason snap.
They deliberately.
Deliberately burned people alive?
To farm resentment?
I couldn't even swear anymore.
I was going to catch them all and hand them over to the Pantheon.
And then, in front of everyone.
In front of the bereaved families of the factory fire, I would burn them at the stake in the exact same way.
Only then would the souls of the dead find even a little peace!
"Don't you dare move from this spot. Stand there and wait. You and the Collector. And that fat bastard knocked out outside. You're all going to burn at the stake. That's the only way the souls of the people you murdered today will get any comfort!"
After spitting on Baron Hanson's face.
I went down the passage without hesitation.
Not long after descending the passage, a woman caught my eye. She was frantically chanting incantations atop a blood-red magic circle inscribed with an inverted pentagram.
That one must be the one they called the Collector.
Perhaps because she was utterly absorbed in her chanting, she hadn't noticed me at all, even though I had appeared right in front of her.
So the fire happened because of this woman?
Then you deserved a beating too.
A damn good beating, and then the stake! You fucking bitch!!
I lunged at the Collector.
And then.
"W-wait? How did you get in here?!... Kyaaaak!!"
The Collector's jade fluids sprayed into the air.
***
The Collector couldn't understand what was happening.
The Miracle of Concealment was arguably one of the most powerful miracles the Evil God bestowed upon its followers.
It was so powerful that records claimed even the most skilled high priests—
and even other gods—had been fooled by it.
So how did this mad healing saint, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and swung his belt at her, know the location of the secret passage and find his way here when it was hidden by the Miracle of Concealment?
Struck by the belt and sent flying while spraying her jade fluids, the Collector scrambled to her feet in an instant.
A black energy swirled around her cheek, and soon all her wounds were completely healed and gone.
She gritted her teeth.
Now that things had come to this, she had to deal with the saint somehow so the plan wouldn't be disrupted.
"You filthy slave of a whore!!"
The Collector offered up the resentment she had harvested from the factory to create a curse.
A high-grade curse.
No matter that he was a healing saint, if he was hit by a curse like this, he could never survive unscathed.
A pitch-black curse flickered and began to blaze upon her hand.
"The Blood Drinker will never let you go!..."
The saint's reaction was strange.
Instead of dodging or running away at the sight of the flickering curse on her hand, he started charging at her as if asking to be hit.
Even the faint smile on his face radiated a crazed joy.
Feeling a chill, the Collector hurled the curse.
The flying curse struck the saint's body precisely...
And had no effect whatsoever.
"What?!"
Almost at the exact moment the Collector's eyes widened in shock, the saint's belt flew into her cheek.
Once again violently vomiting jade fluids, she was sent flying and slammed to the ground, then scrambled to her feet in a hurry.
And she became certain.
'Does he have absolutely no fear of curses whatsoever?'
A curse was different from magic.
Unlike magic, whose outcome didn't change regardless of the target's mental state, a curse's result varied drastically depending on the state of the target's soul and mind.
A curse fed on terror and fear, parasitizing and devouring the host's mind and soul.
No matter how many layers of defensive magic and miracles someone wrapped around themselves, if they felt even a trace of fear toward the curse, it would latch onto the host's soul and torment them endlessly.
But conversely, a curse had no effect on someone who felt absolutely no fear or terror toward it in the first place.
Even a newborn infant would instinctively feel fear at the sight of a curse.
Yet this saint, whose mind and soul seemed perfectly intact, felt no fear whatsoever from the curse.
At this absurd conclusion, the Collector burst into laughter.
"You're no ordinary man. Clearly, my curses cannot kill you."
Since curses wouldn't work, her only option was to reinforce her body and fight.
The Collector's nails grew long.
Pitch-black nails, sharp and strong enough to cleave steel as if it were nothing, sprouted like blades.
A miracle that strengthened her body manifested in exchange for the human resentment she offered as a price.
Her muscle strength increased, and her tendons anchored more firmly to her bones.
She felt her bones reinforce, and her nerve speed accelerate.
And that wasn't all.
The Evil God's miracle, which transformed the pain from injuries and wounds sustained in battle into pleasure, also settled into her body.
Perfect.
With this, she was the very definition of a berserker who could fight endlessly without ever feeling pain, no matter how long the battle went on.
Just look at that saint's scrawny body.
It was clearly a body that had never experienced hand-to-hand combat even once.
"For the Blood Drinker! I will tear your soul and body to pieces!!"
She let out a roar and charged at the saint.
She would not lose.
For the Evil God.
For the plan.
She could burn away everything she had.
Her nails lightly dug into the saint's body.
Just as a smile crept onto the Collector's lips.
"That's just my afterimage, though."
Whap! The sound of leather striking skin rang out, and the Collector was once again sent flying through the air to crash unceremoniously onto the floor.
***
First the curse Baron Hanson shot at me.
And now the curse that woman called the Collector threw at me.
Why didn't curses work on my body?
"You're no ordinary man. Clearly, my curses cannot kill you."
Fuck.
She can't kill me with her curses?
Does that mean ordinary curses just don't work on me at all?
No?
Why??
I just wanted to get hit by an average curse and have my soul shattered!
Is it that unless I encounter a super-powerful curse like the Fragment of the Evil God, my soul can't be destroyed in the first place?!
If I had to force my dumb, sluggish brain to guess a reason, it was probably because of the impure thoughts clinging to my body.
I had heard a story like that once before.
That curses were influenced by impure thoughts.
That people surrounded by positive energy didn't get easily afflicted by curses.
I had healed and saved countless people, so it must be that positive energy blocking the curses!!
Damn it!
This meant the only answer was a curse like the Fragment of the Evil God, one that would detonate a high-concentration curse from inside my soul!!
While I was screaming internally.
The Collector suddenly lengthened her nails like blades and charged straight at me.
In a hurry, I cast Time Stop and moved behind her.
This goddamn Time Stop.
It really devours mental energy in the most irritating way.
On top of that, I had also used Time Stop earlier to save the girl in the factory, and I had been busy healing patients without a break.
I could already feel my mental energy was critically low.
I needed to develop a way to use it more efficiently or something.
No.
That's wrong.
I was a man who would soon be hit by a curse and return to Korea.
Eroge skills or whatever.
They were all useless to me now.
"That's just my afterimage, though."
After moving behind her, I released Time Stop and swung my belt to smack the back of her head.
The Collector sailed through the air and slammed into the floor.
Even for that Collector, there was no way she took a hit like that without any impact.
Now if she started foaming at the mouth and passed out, I could just approach her, cast Absolute Hypnosis, and subdue her.
Just as I was thinking that.
"Hnng♥ Ahhh♥♥"
The Collector raised her head from where she had crashed, letting out a lewd moan that sounded like it came straight out of a porn video.
She giggled and looked at me.
"Hit me as much as you like. Do you think I'll even blink? Pain... only brings me pleasure."
If she made a V-sign with both hands and raised them with that face, it would perfectly complete that famous ahegao double-peace pose.
No.
I hit her hard enough to send a person flying and crashing to the floor, so why was she making a face like that?
Ah.
Well, she was an Evil God worshipper.
Trying to apply common sense to a crazy cult would only make things weirder.
"Hit me more! If that's all you've got, you can't beat me! Never!!"
The Collector burst into loud laughter and flew at me.
I couldn't even see her movements.
If this turned into a close-quarters brawl, I would lose 100%!!
I had to quickly cast Time Stop to freeze her!...
[Mental energy critically low.]
Goddamn it, seriously!!
I had used it a lot today.
I'd used Time Stop in the factory to save the girl, and again just moments ago.
Then I'd no choice.
If I could just immobilize her with Absolute Hypnosis first!...
[Please specify the target's location accurately.]
She was moving too fast, so I couldn't lock onto her.
On top of that, Absolute Hypnosis consumed mental energy during the targeting process, and since my mental energy was already tapped out, even targeting was difficult.
Fuck!!
I had planned to hypnotize that Collector and extract every piece of information she knew!
"Die! You slave of a whore!!"
While I was fumbling, unable to cast either Time Stop or Absolute Hypnosis, I saw the Collector swing her nails straight at my neck.
If that hit, I was dead.
If my neck got sliced off, wouldn't Body Modification or anything else just be impossible to pull off?
My mind went blank with the fear of death.
An almost instinctive, reflexive action burst out.
My body, which had gained tremendous muscle strength through Body Modification, pulled back with desperate speed.
The Collector's nails narrowly grazed past my face.
And almost simultaneously, I grabbed the Collector's forearm that was extended toward me, applied Sensitivity 3000x, and swung my belt.
With a massive smacking sound, the Collector, her face struck, went flying and slammed into the dirt floor just like before.
And then.
"Hngktt♥♥♥"
A moan burst out.
The Collector began to tremble and shake, and soon started spraying a fountain of piss between her legs.
"Ahguk♥ Ahguguguk♥ Hoooot♥ Ahhngaht♥ Nggeut♥"
Her eyes, as she released these moans, soon began to stain blood-red.
Her heartbeat must have accelerated too fast, because every blood vessel it seemed was bursting.
Blood flowed from her nose and from her ears as well.
After sticking out her tongue and convulsing like a broken machine, the Collector eventually let out a massive scream and collapsed.
"Hngnyoooooooooht♥♥♥♥♥"
Spraying another fountain of piss, the Collector convulsed and shook.
Wow.
When I first saw that on a streaming site back then, I had laughed it off, thinking, 'Who cries like that in real life?'
So people really do moan like that after all.
After rolling her eyes back and climaxing for a long while, the Collector went limp at some point, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Since there was no reaction, I approached and laid my hand on her body.
Her heart wasn't beating.
And look at all the blood that had gushed from her nose, ears, and eyes.
No matter how you looked at it, all the blood vessels in her brain had burst and she had died.
This seemed like...
death during sex caused by excessive pleasure, right?
If it hadn't been for my mental energy issue, I could have used Absolute Hypnosis to make her spill everything...
What a waste.
"Your Holiness!! Are you unharmed?! Wh-what on earth..."
"By the Grace! An Evil God worshipper!"
While I was staring blankly down at the Collector, who had died during sex.
The police and what looked like holy knights from the Lilia Order and old High Priest Yodel, who must have rushed over after hearing the commotion, came down into the room. They stopped dead in their tracks, aghast.
"An Evil God worshipper. I just dealt with her."
"Oh, good heavens! An Evil God worshipper?!"
"Summon the White Order! Right now!!"
While the police were bustling out of the room.
The people from the Lilia Order knelt before me.
"Ahh! At the end of his wrath for the weak, he has punished an Evil God worshipper!"
"It is Grace! Grace!"
"Lead us!!"
Looking at the priests, who were shedding tears for reasons that escaped me, as if they were deeply moved, I could only give an empty laugh.
This was exactly why Goddess Lilia got pissed and said she would send me to hell.
"I am not a saint. As I keep saying, I am not a saint..."
"He shall deny his divinity! Your Holiness!! Guide us!!"
Never mind, fuck it.
Do whatever you want.
Because soon, when the Fragment of the Evil God entered my soul, I would detonate that bastard and head back to Korea along with it.