EP.73
The white hood had the meaning of praising His greatness and reminding oneself of one’s ignorance. Ridiculous things like morality and law are worthless. Compared to Him who possesses infinite wisdom, how fleeting the thousands of years of human civilization are.
The world revolves around those who are superior. No one places the poor and powerless at the center of the world. Most humans look up to and follow those who know a lot and can do a lot.
This is because it is the instinct of the human species to run in groups.
Then why do you not serve Him?
He is the being who possesses the greatest wisdom in this vast universe. He exists regardless of time and space and can erase the Earth with a single wave of his hand. If we compare him to the fleeting standards of humans, he is the emperor and humans are scum.
It is so natural to serve. It is right to throw away useless stones for diamonds that spread brilliant light. The scales of the universe are clearly tilted toward Him.
The fanatic wandered around the library intoxicated with religious ecstasy. He kicked the bookshelf, knocked it over, and burned the book with a cigarette. Astronomy and geography are all useless and vain knowledge.
So, from a cosmic perspective, not being accepted to Miskatonic University, or making minor mistakes like killing your parents because you’re sick of nagging them, are as good as nothing from a cosmic perspective.
He saw people who had the same beliefs.
Some looked up to heaven and offered prayers, some shared the truth with the unenlightened humans remaining in the library, and still others were struggling to pry open the vaults of evil heresy.
Abraham.
The religious leader said that the damn old man’s research could disrupt His path. If the Great One had truly decided to come, it would not be an event that a mere old man could prevent.
We said that we were in a situation where we were pleading with him, ‘Please look this way.’ If a scoundrel wants to beg from the emperor, shouldn’t there at least be a crazy old man talking nonsense next to him?
It was soon. The sacred ritual of pleading and longing for Him was just around the corner. Four days later on the fine day of July 14th. The religious leader and the saint will light a large beacon fire by sacrificing countless human beings.
My heart is beating like crazy. My body is shaking and cold sweat is flowing. The fanatic could not tell whether the emotion he was feeling was joy or fear.
at that time.
Blue light flashed from the ceiling of the library.
Is it divine revelation? Did he recognize our sincere service and give us a blue star as a way of praising us? If so, it would be a truly blessed day….
A shadow stirred from the blue light. And it soon became a human shadow. It wasn’t just one person. There are three.
Three people appeared from the ceiling and fell down.
A man with a scar on half his face pulled out a long sword in the air. The white light reflected on the blade was so brilliant that the fanatic lost sight of it for a moment. There was something wrong about this…
That was the final chemical reaction that took place in the fanatic’s brain.
Squeak-!
Bennett landed, cutting the cultist apart in one go. He had already finished assessing the situation when he was summoned from the ceiling. he shouted.
“The leader is away. Quickly resolve the situation and escape!”
“I’ll kill you from the left!”
I’m on the right! And Niore marked it with his body.
Tara wrapped her fist in magic, and Niore opened the grimoire. Bennett accelerated with his fully recovered mana and scattered sword light.
The unexpected attack caused the fanatics to panic and die. One of them looked at the faces of the three people and screamed in shock as if his eyes were going to pop out.
“…You guys, you must have died due to the cult leader’s power!”
“You’re defying death! You’re defying death-!!”
Tara fluttered the hem of her saint’s robe and threw a roundhouse kick at the fanatic who was surprised and slow to react. The hem of the skirt, which had excessive side slits, flapped around, exposing Tara’s lower body.
Bennett, who was cutting down the fifth bastard, glanced in Tara’s direction. The black lingerie panties remained in my mind like an afterimage.
Bah!
The fanatic’s neck was broken and he collapsed. Tara roared powerfully as she stepped on the cultist’s corpse.
“That’s right, you bastards! I’ve come back from hell to avenge Abraham!”
“…….”
“…Why are you looking like that? Bennett! Is it bad that you said you would take revenge?!”
“No, you should be aware that our clothes have returned to their original state. This is because we re-entered after an emergency escape.”
Tara had a brief brain freeze. Now that I think about it, there was no fluttering resistance when throwing a roundhouse kick. Isaac’s clothes that he changed into seemed a bit inconvenient.
When I looked down, I saw that it was a sexy, fully custom-made adult costume. Because I threw a roundhouse kick wearing this…?
Tara’s face turned bright red and she screamed.
“…Where are you looking?”
“I was trying to help. I was trying to help!”
Phew! Puhwaaaaaaaaa!
The sound of a projectile crossing the wind twice. Two grotesque spears made of bone and flesh were pinned to the wall by a fanatic. As Tara and Bennett simultaneously turned their heads to look, Niore put her index finger to her lips.
[Hush.]
“…I got scolded because of you, Bennett!”
“It’s not even funny… Magic is coming slowly. Concentrate!”
Clud-duk-duk-duk-duk.
“Kwaaaaah-!”
An invisible projectile fired by sacrificing oneself, which is the main attack method of fanatics. When I first saw it, there was no way to respond other than blocking or dodging with my senses, but now that I had reorganized, I had prepared a countermeasure.
Bennett reached for the projectile.
“『Space Expansion』!”
[23 47 59!]
A space expansion spell that can be hung on a backpack or the like to create an artifact. Since it was not my main major, my proficiency was low, and the output was poor, temporarily inflating the space of one finger to two.
Ugh-!
The addition of Niore’s keen eye will be enough to deflect the trajectory of spatial spells. It changes the direction by giving a slight curvature to the space. It was, so to speak, magical parrying.
The invisible projectile’s trajectory was bent, pierced the ceiling, and disappeared.
“It was worth staying up all night to learn…”
[It worked!]
Ordinary fanatics could not block the three people who even had counters to their main attack methods. The library was quickly cleared out without any damage.
Tara, whose hands were covered in blood, stretched out. He then walked towards the direction of Abraham’s vault and complimented Niore.
“Thank you, Niore. Your parry was great!”
[Thanks, Tara.]
“I was the one who cast the spell.”
“Do you want to hear something cool?”
“…That’s not what it sounds like.”
“Then what is it if it’s not that sound…?”
The group arrived in front of the safe. There were dents here and there, as if fanatics had attempted to open it. Bennett squatted down and entered the password. ‘0714’.
A clicking sound was heard and the safe door opened.
A thick bundle of research materials was lying in disarray. There appeared to be no damage. Bennett gathered the materials and presented them to Tara.
“Take it, you keep it.”
“Huh me?”
“Don’t you have the best defensive ability here? Since you can use holy magic, you will also have the highest chance of surviving alone in an emergency.”
“…No, not me. You keep it.”
“……?”
“Anyway, I told you to do it!”
Bennett looked straight into Tara’s eyes. Tara averted her gaze as if she was hiding something. Why? Since he couldn’t force someone who wouldn’t accept it, Bennett took the research materials himself.
“Let’s move first. We’re going back to the secret safe house on Carter Street.”
Bennett took the lead. Tara followed, and Niore walked at the end, staring at Tara’s back.
Tara felt anxious and nervous. From the moment Abraham began to doubt God after his death, his divine power was steadily decreasing. This was the reason why only basic physical strengthening was used.
Perhaps, in the worst case, the divine power may disappear.
Tara, whose divine powers had disappeared, was just a girl in a clothing store. Actually, I had no regrets about not becoming a saint. Because I don’t want to be abandoned. Just a little more, a little more clearly, let’s tell it… So once again, Tara put it off.
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Note: Players should always have short-term goals. To avoid getting lost, clearly present what you can and should do at this time.
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I was on my way back to Carter Street. Because she couldn’t find the right clothes, Tara was left in the overly stimulating saint’s clothes.
I don’t know if there was some kind of change of heart, but at the academy, he shamelessly walked around the crowded streets dressed like that. Now, every time Bennett turns around, he urges me to look forward.
“…Is it possible to develop acquired shame?”
“Bennett, I can hear everything-?!”
“I told you to listen. I don’t understand.”
[Bennett is duller than I thought.]
“…?”
A path walked with doubts. The atmosphere of the city was a little different than before. After Abraham’s mansion was cut out and eaten by something. There were many monsters loose in the city.
Maybe that’s why if you listen carefully. I could easily hear the bustling sounds of the city.
A person grabs the phone and screams at the police, claiming to have seen a monster.
A fanatic who persuades you that you can protect yourself from monsters if you take refuge now.
Someone’s severed arm left behind on a deserted street.
I felt a strange emotion as I looked at the atmosphere of the city, where security was worsening and chaos was increasing. A strange feeling of futility and loss, like watching a tower carefully built with playing cards collapse.
It feels like the price of each person’s life is lowering.
Perhaps the current city resembles a battlefield.
As you pass by an apartment complex, you spot the traces of someone who appears to have been dragged into the darkness of an alley. Judging by the fact that the blood had not yet hardened, the attack occurred quickly.
I didn’t know if I could get it now.
[Let’s just pass by.]
“…Neore?”
[I can see the monster’s footprints. Maybe two. There will be noise during the battle, and then the fanatics will flock again. It seems like the person who was dragged is already dead.]
“…….”
Niore cut him off. My heart was stabbed, but if I ignored my feelings, it didn’t hurt that much. Because I can’t make another mistake.
At that time, Tara added a word.
“If we’re going to fight anyway, isn’t it right to deal with it now?”
Tara wanted to achieve even a little more revenge while she still had divine power. With the hopeful thought that if you actively use your divine power to save people, the goddess may return your power.
Niore and Tara’s eyes focused on Bennett. He made his choice.
“I save you.”
[…Why?]
“I think what Tara said makes sense. We need to reduce our power when we have the chance. And you wanted to save me, Niore.”
[…….]
“He said not to lose yourself.”
Bennett patted Niore on the back and entered the darkness of the alley. After a moment of silence, the two men ran after him.
15 minutes later.
The party took out two monsters and three cultists and rescued three civilians.
In return, fanatics flocked in and the chase began once again.
Someone was filming it with a camera from afar.
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I shouldn’t have saved him, but if only I had somehow stopped him…
With those thoughts in mind, Niore ran with a gloomy expression on his face. Bennett, who was running alongside him, read that expression and blurted out.
“I don’t know why you regret the decision I made. Which side do you take here?”
right.
Following Niore’s instructions, the group took a sharp curve. Tara gritted her teeth, panting.
“You’re like crazy fanatics…! How long will they follow you!”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if you used strengthening magic like that?”
“…I didn’t feel like writing!”
[12 56 78!]
“『Space Expansion』!”
Wooooow-!
Invisible projectiles cut off the corners of buildings and bounce into the sky.
A chase that is steadily consuming. Do I have to fight once to break off this persistent pursuit? While Bennett was fiddling with the handle of his long sword, he suddenly appeared in front of me. A hand rose up.
“…enemy?!”
“No, wait.”
A woman was waving her hands.
It looked familiar. This woman who defeated and saved the fanatics. It was a person named Sally who worked at the New Life newspaper. Apparently, the newspaper office was located on Carter Street.
“Here! Come in! I’ll hide you!”
“Isn’t that a lie?!”
[It looks sincere!]
“…Get help. Go in!”
You decided to believe the reporter and ran into the building. The fanatics who were chasing you returned without finding a trace.
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The entrance to the building had a staircase leading straight up, and there was a clumsy barricade at the bend.
“The fortress is in a lot of trouble, especially since I was captured by the Silver Twilight Church…”
Sally whined and pushed the barricade aside. It seemed like it would take at least 5 minutes if I just watched, so Bennett came out.
Geek.
“You’re strong, aren’t you? You can cut down monsters in one go.”
“…were you watching?”
“I was filming with a telephoto lens on the rooftop. They were also filming people rescuing people. That’s why I asked them to come in. They seemed like trustworthy people. They saved me last time too…”
Sally said good job and raised a pat on the back.
Bennett tapped Niore on the shoulder. It’s as if he wants you to look at the person you saved.
[…….]
As I climbed the stairs, I saw a glass door. The logo ‘New Life Newspaper’ was printed there. When I entered the room, I saw that the windows were all curtained and wooden boards had been nailed shut.
It was dark inside as there was no light source.
Sally fumbled around in the darkness and lit a candle with a lighter. The light was not enough to illuminate the entire room, but it was bright enough to make out people’s faces.
“It’s a little dark because when I turn on the lights, I can see that there are people there. Is that okay?”
“No problem.”
“First of all, thank you. For hiding it.”
“What? I’m paying for my life. I’d like to treat you to a meal, but… Is there a restaurant in front of here that makes good homemade burgers? But the chef was taken away by a monster.”
Reporter Sally sighed.
“The world is such a crazy place. It’s a pseudo-religion, so when I looked into it, I thought it was about taking money and sexual harassment and stuff like that. Who would have thought that our lives would be like a horror movie?”
“…You must have been very surprised.”
“But there’s no law that says people should die! There are good superpowers saving people right in front of us. Are they like super mutants secretly fostered by the government?”
Tara tilted her head at her incomprehensible sound.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about?”
“If it’s confidential, I won’t ask any more questions. Is there something I want to show you more than that? I found out when I infiltrated.”
Sally wandered through the darkness. Then I hit my head on the corner and said, “Ah!” After screaming one word, he took out a notebook and came back. It gave me crucial information about the denomination.
“A general call-up order has been sent to the Silver Twilight Church. Four days from today, July 14th. I was told that they were planning to hold a ‘calling meeting’ with all believers attending, and to actively secure living sacrifices.”
“…Is it July 14th?”
“Yes, yes. They must be doing something scary. I can’t even guess… but you probably know that, right?”
As Sally said, Bennett could see what this information meant. This was information about the date of their summoning ceremony.
In many ways, the time was coming.
A word from the author (author review)
I wrote a bit generously today too! The sweet holiday has finally come to us. Recharge on Sunday and see you again on Monday, my friends!
And isn’t that person likely to make a typo in the author’s words…!
This is the last registered session.
