Episode 99: I've Got the Power of the Evil God
"This is the center?
We took advantage of the map feature in the menu for a while, and still took quite a while to get to the center of the facility. This looks just like the deepest room in the mourning prison tower.
Will the room be as large as the school gym? It's wide there, but I feel narrow because of the large glazed cylinder kind of sitting in the center on top of the number of machines on the tower that I don't know how to use there.
Mr. Ermina and Lijuana are not too far from me and look around the room intriguingly.
"Taishi-kun?
"Maybe there's a pseudo-divine character in that central device."
Looks like a glass cylinder, but that's probably the same device that was in the mourning prison tower. An array that looks like a glass cylinder is like a liquid that actually maintains its shape in a cylindrical fashion. I don't know how the liquid keeps its shape that way, but if you touch it, your hands should sink in with little resistance.
"Definitely, I feel a pseudo-divine reaction from that. You're already in the bin."
A blinking light shone in the room for a moment, and a waste of God appeared. Drop a quick fist bone on its head.
"Hey!?
"For now, thank you just now, you son of a bitch."
"Don't be a bastard. Sooo, I'm a real girl with perfect beauty. Violence."
Real hides in the shadow of Mr. Sassy Ermina in tears. How despicable of you to use Mr. Ermina as a shield.
"It's more pseudo-divine than that. Take it in. Come on, come on."
"I don't want to stick my hand in that. Tysi will take it and give it to you."
"You..."
Even I don't like to take pseudo-deities from a girl's body. But with this cylinder, right? It's dark and it doesn't look good inside.
"Make sure you can see inside more than that. I don't know what's inside either, but I'm sorry I stuck my hand in it."
"So is that. Erm."
When Real operated the panel right near the cylinder, the dark of the cylinder, which was dark and saw nothing, was clear and its contents were revealed.
"Oh, come on, you're serious."
"Wow, this..."
What was inside the cylinder was alien. The whole body is blue and black, with horns on its head and a deformity with sharp, blade-like nails at the end of its limbs. His mouth is heavily torn and his sharp fangs peeking. He also has stiff hair that looks hard all over his body, and his muscles are enlarged and he doesn't look like a human.
As a whole, I'm definitely not human, but I can somehow see that I was originally human. Frankly, it's a foreign form that just makes me feel sick watching.
"Humans, are they?
"Sounds like it. How can this happen?"
"That's it, definitely not the good god, but the pseudo-deity of the evil god! That's great! That's great! Come on, pull it out. Pleasure me!
The godless are so excited, but the other three, including me, are in the process of admiring Don.
"Yeah......? Are you taking that in? Isn't that awkward?"
"No foolishness or anything!? It must be the pseudo-deity of the righteous evil god. Um, what are you up to? Darkness...... no, more direct, violence? Is it beastly?
"I don't have any good vibes. Is it okay if I take it in? Me, why don't you suddenly become a rioter and ramble? Are you okay?
"That's absolutely fine. I can't believe he beats me as a god, because he used it a long time ago and it's completely gone. Come on, come on, come on!
"Are you sure?
Reach for the cylinder while turning a suspicious eye to high-tension realities. Zuburi, and someone briefly screamed when they saw my hand sinking into the cylinder. Probably a rifana. For now I decide to concentrate and keep reaching for the anomalies in the cylinder.
The pseudo-divinity is embedded almost in the centre of the chest, around the heart, as is the girl who was imprisoned in the prison tower of mourning. Its color is dos black, faint, red like dry blood. A hard feeling touched my fingertips, at that moment.
"Wow!?
"Taishi-kun!?
"Tysi!?
At precisely that moment when I touched my hand in pseudo-divinity, the alien opened his eyes and reached for that sharp clawed hand to catch my right hand. If I were to be shaken with such a hand, my hand would definitely be torn to pieces.
"Ahhhh!?
I manage to pull my hand out before they crush my wrist and get nothing done. The black beast was rampaging in the cylinder. Let your eyes glow bright red and shake your nails over and over again. But its body didn't come true to go outside the cylinder, not a single piece of hair, instead of a millimeter ahead of the nail.
Apparently, no matter how rambling, no matter how much you scream, the cylinder is never able to get the stuff inside out.
"What's up, this? If you're so violent, you can't take a pseudo-divine character."
"Um, right. It's out of the question to put it outside the sealed god container. There's been a lot of physical mutation going on, and it looks like there's only instinct left, so it's going to storm the power."
"That sounds scary, Oi."
I don't know what the power of God over beasts is, but I don't care what you think on a day when something like that runs wild, something locomotive is not going to happen.
"So what do we do?
"Hmm, the sealed god container has the regenerative effect of the things inside as a measure of self-determination,"
"You really are an ancient man."
"But I think if you destroy the head, you'll have quite a time lag until it regenerates."
"Poke your head out of the cylinder and put it in the gap."
Remove the aurora sword from storage and set it up. Fortunately, due to the large body of the black beast relative to the size of the cylinder, the black beast cannot move satisfactorily. My sword arm would make it easy to wear the head of a black beast.
"Let's go."
While the three of them watch, I see a black beast pounding like violet electricity. He pulls out his sword as he twists to feel the response and increase the damage, reaching for the pseudo-divine character of his chest.
The black beast showed great vitality, but I acted faster. Maybe a level 5 fighting skill rode the move to take the pseudo-divine character.
As a result, the anomaly in the cylinder died quickly by being removed from the pseudo-divine character, and disappeared without trace after dyeing the cylinder red for a moment. You didn't disappear the same way as the girl in the mourning prison tower.
Pathetic.
"Right. He continued to be imprisoned in a place like this for so many years that he became distracted that at the end of the day he was murdered casually. I can't forbid sympathy."
"But maybe it was better than staying here all the time like that. It's so frightening to be alone all the time and just keep living in this darkness."
"Maybe so."
View the extracted red and black pseudo-divine character. I don't know what he was originally like, but let's wish him luck.
"Look, I got it."
"Yeah, thank you. That sealed god container is troublesome. When I touch you, God, you take me in."
With that said, Real receives a pseudo-divine character handed to him by me, and looks at him with a shiver.
"Yeah, I knew this was a pseudo-deity of the kind of evil god, not the good god. Strong power... I knew it was the evil god who was around beastiality, violence, anger."
"Are you sure you're okay with taking that stuff in?
Real laughed Couscous when Mr. Ermina asked Real to worry.
"I'm worried. I hope it's okay."
That's what I say, laughs, and Real holds a pseudo-divine character.
"This is good. I get used to it. I get used to it."
The red and black crystals in real hands collapse sarcastically as they emit a disastrous aura, disappearing as the likes of that aura creep into real life. It's a disastrous sight that can only look nasty no matter how you look at it, but the person is still a normal tense. I even feel the freshness in that look.
"Looking at this sight, I think I know a little bit of what the man was saying."
"Well, you must be an ancient evil god,"
"Are you sure you're okay?
Mr. Ermina and Rijuana are worried, but, well, we'll figure it out. I mean, even if it didn't work, I don't have anybody else to rely on but this guy.
"Uh-huh..."
Real after the absorption of the pseudo-divine character has some kind of colorful voice.
"Are we done? How's it going?
"Yeah, you feel the pulse of power approaching the full season. The pseudo-divinity I took in this time seemed to go better with me than I thought myself."
That's what Real smiles about.
Oh, what the hell is this guy super cute, I want to push him down.
"Hmm? What's going on?
Real narrows his eyes and has a compelling grin. I kind of feel like my head is blurry and my thoughts aren't working properly. I don't care about anything. I just want to use what's in front of me to get pleasure. I want to devour decadence and spend eternity.
If you noticed, you had something on my body. Beautiful women. Oh, my God, I didn't expect such superb pleasure to roll in as well as the woman in front of me.
I'm in luck...
"Yes, over"
"Ha!? Hmm!?
Something I've been thinking about right now. Wow, isn't this totally nasty? I could still resist on the brink when I was in Guyna, but I couldn't resist that one at all.
"Oh, oh?
"Is that it?"
The two people who were tangled up in my legs were also comparing my face to the real face with a chirp in the face that I don't know why. Yabe, he sprinkles something that acts on the spirit like this goddess Guyna.
"Poison waves... is this your power?
"Toxic waves are rude... yes, this is my power. How was the taste of decadence and pleasure? It was so sweet, so hard to escape, wasn't it?
"Oh, yeah... that's a little awesome right now"
"Real you are a proper god too..."
The two of you get up and take a distance from me with some mojo. Yeah, I know how you two feel. It still doesn't fit!
"The goddess of earth, Guyna, did something similar."
"That kid's always all he's got, so he sucks at saving."
That's not good because it won't improve forever, but I move my body gently to check everywhere as if Real were to make sure my body is in good shape.
Mr. Ermina and Rijuana remembered what they were about to do earlier, or they were both stuffing themselves by covering their faces with their hands. I guess I got embarrassed about what I did, that one.
"You'd better not worry about it because you think it's like a wild dog bit you in the hand."
"I'm rude with wild dogs. It's God, God. I'm the only god in this world."
"Yes, yes, the only God is the only God. So, how long does it take you to take it in this time?
"Mm, I'm fine. 'Cause I took it in no time."
"It's been about three days now?
"This is the third time, isn't it? Even I am prepared in advance. Besides, this time it wasn't a god of goodness, it was a god of evil. It was perfect for me."
Say that and let them make a force bubble out of thin arms, but it's not powerful at all. Well, I suddenly have trouble reacting to being a mucky like a late century champion.
"So this is the end of the pseudo-divine collection?
"Right, well, I guess this is about right. I don't want to go too far, but I'll tell you how it goes."
"Is it fair or not?"
"Even God has his share. If we're going to play the world again, we need a little more power, but if we're just going to break the status quo, we need so much more power. And with more power, it's harder to hide."
Real laughs a lot and waves gently.
"Whoa!?
At that moment, we were moving outside the ruins. There was no magic reaction at all, and he was coming back to the camp site in front of the ruins with one action without even a dimming of vision. That's not metastatic magic right now, it would be something else.
"That's about it before breakfast. Then let's go to Balgand first."
"Balgand?"
"It's one of God's. He's a foreman and manufacturer, and he likes you. He's an old man with a big hammer."
"That Fuckin 'Hammer."
It is a piece of shit that broke a bunch of gear that I made so diligently. No, I think he said he was sorry about hitting the old man in Ebisu's face.
"I'm going to name a kid who's going to be on your side, first of all Balgand, the blacksmith god I just mentioned, Meronel, Zephyr, the wind god of good fortune, first of all these three pillars. Maybe Dior, the god of war, liked it."
"I see, I have no idea what your name is."
"You're too interested in God."
Real laughs bitterly. That being said, I'm not interested, so I guess I can't help it. God never existed in a visible way in the original world, and I never felt its protection close to me. Rather, I only had the sentiment that religion and God were frigid. You don't come pinned when they say religion or God.
Besides, all I have is an image of the country I lived in, or of a monstrous emerging religion when it came to religion in my lifetime, or a war on terror everywhere. Of course there must have been a lot of pious, kind, respectable people out there, but it was just such a raw smell when it came to the 'tangled news of religion' that people like me touch on a daily basis.
"Well, I respect the extent to which God asks me when I'm in trouble."
"I think that's a lot wrong."
"I don't know about all this, I can only say it's because that's what my living environment has been like"
It's not like there's no respect for invisible supernatural beings.
I don't hate the harsh atmosphere that drifts into temples, churches, shrines and temples and other religious establishments. Sometimes when I go to a place like that, I feel tight, and sometimes I try to live without embarrassing myself as a person.
"That's it, dude. It's time to come back."
Embarrassing him. Starting preparing the camp by sanitizing Mr. Ermina and Rijuana, who were surprised and flabbergasted by a sudden transfer. That said, I wasn't withdrawing from camping here, so I just did some detailed work on picking up firewood, which preparations, and purifying clothes and bodies.
We sat down on a table set made of ground magic and decided to discuss the future with herbal tea in our hands.
"So, uh, what is it? Are you meeting with God? God, God, hey?
"Would you stop looking at me like an official constitution interrogating that frigid pettent?
"No matter what you say, when you say that to your face, you don't pin it."
"You didn't pin anything, you actually met them and beat each other up."
"Yes, but come on, how dare you, you don't feel like God. I'm just under the impression they're a little bit out of common sense. Yeah, but I wonder if the goddess, Guyna, who descended on the temple, has lost his temple."
It sucked then. Because the super bubble energy emitted from the goddess Guyna made me feel like I couldn't think of anything. That was against the rules.
"Because that kid is doomed to boys... and he's not. First of all, Balgand. She's got a hard mouth, and she likes you, so she'll be on her side."
"Ho. Well, we have to meet first. We can't talk about it. So, how exactly do we meet?
I'm hungry so I serve canned biscuits and fruit. A quick rifana reached for a can of fruit. Looks like Mr. Ermina will be working on a can of fruit too. I'm a biscuit.
"Of course I'm thinking about that. God has a space like an office called the throne. It's not easy for other gods to interfere. It's like a private room, or your own space."
"I see, you're getting in there"
"That sort of thing. Even though I can't interfere with other gods, it's like an unlocked door for me. Freedom of entry and exit anytime soon."
"And 'come in here on your own, Baba!' They say, 'I know."
"It's not Baba! She's a super beautiful girl, no matter what you look at her from anywhere!
Even so, you're probably the oldest guy in the world, this guy. Well, I don't care about age. I don't care about that in different worlds with different life expectancies, adult ages, or even the value of life on the contrary.
"Normally, you have to cross trials like the harsh mountains, the trekking realms of warcraft, the isolated islands of the sea to reach the throne of God?
Riffana tilts her neck in one hand with a can of fruit.
"That's for ordinary people. Tysi is my messenger, and most importantly, I'm the one who leads it, so you can fly away."
Mouth herbal tea with real hands flickering.
"In the first place, that degree of trials doesn't change whether you do it or not. With Tysi now, any trial is like twisting a baby's hand."
"Well, if you say the range I just heard is trial, you can afford it."
What a harsh mountain is flying magically alone, and even a 10,000-metre mountain would be easy to tread if you didn't do everything in your power. Cold and thin air won't bother you either with VIT correction like an aunt.
The realm of demons is nothing but a chunk of experience for me. Destroyed by the Big Bang, experience is delicious, you'll feel it. I'd rather you show me if you have a place like that.
I knew I could fly on a lonely island in the sea. If you use the map too, you won't get lost, and you can replenish as much as you want with storage and transfer magic to secure food and water.
"I can afford it..."
"Looks like he's suddenly a long way from home."
"Stop it, that's seriously hurtful for you"
I give back a bitter laugh to both of you.
"Right, I'm sorry. Tysi is just a jerk no matter how strong he is."
"Yes, he was a normal boy vulnerable to the temptation to lay hands on his mother-in-law."
I don't think it's a good idea for you guys to decide your minds in that direction.
"What about those two?
"Huh? Being nothing normal?
"Ugh, yeah. Normal?"
Two people are obviously upset by my words. I guess you remembered the poison waves that the real ones emitted earlier.
"Ho... then let me make sure I'm the only one who's jerking off. Let's go, Real."
"Nice, it's been a while since I've played my part. Yun Yun Shi Yi."
"Hi, hi, no."
"Oh, let's calm down. I don't think that's a good idea, do I?
"There is no mercy. Do it."
"Oh, there you go. Oh, my God, Yun-yun-yun."
I'll leave it up to you to imagine what happened after this, but I'll just say one thing.
Use toxic waves correctly by observing the usage and dose. Otherwise, it's dangerous. I made a promise to your brother.
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