This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

The Evil God.
The worm of the Abyss.

Abaddon silently watched the war unfolding in the East.
He scowled deeply.
[The losses are tremendous.]

Though the war had been instigated in the East to stop the All-Gods Church—a shared enemy—from growing any stronger, this was by no means the outcome the Evil Gods had envisioned.
To spread the curse further, he had to send another fragment of his divinity down to the mortal world. He also lost a considerable number of followers and chosen ones in the process.
Even though the curse he unleashed this time was far stronger than the one he'd once tried to detonate in the capital through the princess, it still failed to bring down the Empire.

Why?
The reason was simple.
The All-Gods Church was no longer as foolish as it once had been.
Though Lucifer’s interference made it difficult to deliver divine speech or grant direct revelations to his followers, the aftermath of the Rock Mountain Incident in Talhaim—where three divine entities returned at once—had already demonstrated their raw, unfiltered might.

The followers of the All-Gods Church were overflowing with divine power to the point of bursting.
The Ketra'thus were rampaging in their Annihilator Armor, and the battle nuns of the War Order were displaying a level of force that could only be called slaughter.
The increase in combat capability alone was a problem, but an even greater issue was that the Evil God’s curse no longer worked on them.

“An infected!”
“Bring them here!!”
The clergy of the Grace Order, who had already experienced the Evil God’s curse infection once before in the capital, Mars, had since prepared countermeasures.

And the mages weren’t idle either.
“Step into the magic circle and begin the procedure!! We've constructed a deliberate divine amplification array to simulate the environment the Saint used when he exercised his powers!! Get inside and begin the procedure!!”
Archmage Jörgen was shouting at the top of his lungs.

And that wasn’t all.
Holy water capable of suppressing the curse infection was being loaded onto airships and sprayed en masse across the entire Eastern region.
The Empire was responding to the Eastern rebellion with extreme coordination.

And it didn’t stop there, of course.
“A pillar of light!!”
“Sacred radiance!”

Luphiel, the God of Prophecy.
Lophus, the God of the Sun and of Justice.
And recently joined: Mneseia, the Goddess of the Moon, and Aneta, the Goddess of Wisdom.

They were all bestowing their divine powers upon the mortal realm without hesitation.
Miracles overflowed throughout the East.
It became routine for radiant pillars of light to appear near those infected by the curse.
The moment the wounded and sick stepped into those pillars of light—

All curses vanished, and they returned to normal.
The All-Gods Church was pouring everything it had into stopping the Eastern calamity.
“There will be no mercy for you.”

Abaddon exhaled a long sigh as he watched Kanya—the Chosen of the Goddess of War, clad in blood-red armor and exuding a crimson aura—obliterate one of his follower strongholds alongside the battle nuns.
[Lucifer. I trust you’ve prevented the Saint from reaching the seventh floor of the Labyrinth? Look at the situation. The All-Gods Church may be unable to deliver divine speech, but they’ve already become too strong for us to contain. The moment Ponemkin is added to that mix, our chances of victory against them plummet to nearly zero.]
The Evil God’s voice resounded through the spiritual realm.

In response, from far away—
Came Lucifer’s voice, who was desperately cutting off communication between the All-Gods Church and the human world.
[I’m holding them back. So you do your part too, Abaddon.]

Lucifer looked haggard.
He had forcibly swelled his physical form, but Abaddon wasn’t fooled.
[Your divinity isn’t what it used to be. You must’ve sent part of your essence down to the human world again, haven’t you?]

[Consider the Saint’s powers. Mental domination, physical alteration… to resist the Life Goddess’s authority, that much was necessary.]
[I suppose so. And when the opportunity arises, you plan to devour the Saint and return him to the fold of Hell once more. Isn't that right?]
Lucifer did not respond.

Abaddon, too, fell silent.
[My followers stationed in the border city of Arad have just reported in. The path to Labyrinthos has filled with a sticky, foul stench. Seems like Beelzebub has begun to move… You must be close to getting your hands on the Saint, yes?]
A twisted grin stretched across Abaddon’s face.

[This is as far as I go, Lucifer. I won’t help you any further.]
[Abaddon. We’re not done yet. I still need your help.]
[For whose benefit? I’ve been enduring the All-Gods Church’s concentrated assault alone. To keep both the Empire and the Church focused on me, I had to suffer just as much. And after all that—you get all the profit? Not a chance. It’s your turn now, Lucifer.]

Abaddon waved his hand.
And in that instant—
All the curse infections that had spread throughout the mortal world were withdrawn and vanished.

Lucifer ground his teeth as he saw it.
[Abaddon!! You Abyss-dwelling worm!!]
[I told you, didn’t I? The All-Gods Church is dangerous… but I loathe the idea of you taking Asmodeus for yourself even more. Good luck. Now it’s your turn to wrestle with them.]

Abaddon, having retracted every curse, casually—
Turned his gaze toward the heavens.
And with a smirk, passed information to the All-Gods Church.

[That Saint you all treasure so much? He’s about to be devoured by Lucifer. Thanks for playing with me so far. I need some time to recover what remains of my followers in the East, so don’t touch them anymore. Gather your people and get to the Grand Labyrinth. Fast.]
Abaddon stuck out his tongue at both Hell and the All-Gods Church in mockery.
[Now it’s your turn to fight each other.]

The moment Abaddon finished speaking, an overwhelming number of portals began opening across the Eastern region.
All of them led to the northernmost region—where the gods’ power held sway—
To the border city of Arad.

“Lady Velia. Understood.”
Kanya.
“Amayel!!”

Iomene and Almene.
“We don’t have time to finish drawing the circle! We must go to the Grand Labyrinth! We need the battle mages!!”
Erfa, too.

In that moment, the mission of every All-Gods Church soldier and the Empire’s finest troops changed.
Their new objective: Rescue the Saint.

****
The moment I pressed YES on the status window—
I felt something immense drain out of me.

Something colossal.
Something I had somehow kept sealed within my body all this time?
The realization left me stunned.
“Aaah… Yes. This. This is it!!”

Valram's mouth stretched into a grin so wide it looked as if his face would split.
His body began to fill with that familiar white light.
Holy power—sacred to its very core—was soon…

…slowly turning black in Valram’s hands.
The chains he gripped began to darken as well, rapidly.
But it was not the black of Lucifer.

It was murkier—tinged with a deep, filthy red.
“Puhahaha!! That dumb bastard!! He actually gave it up?! Hey Valram! Don’t forget my c**k length boost!! I wanna be young again too!!”
The Bicorn Kardak roared with laughter.

He licked his lips with his tongue sloppily hanging out.
The little unicorn horn tied around my neck—Kone—shuddered in terror.
“And you, little pony. Just wait. Soon as this is over, you’re next. You know what they say? A stallion is the purest virgin of all.”

[You sick fuck… You fucking psycho!!]
Kone shrieked, but Kardak didn’t stop laughing.
“Never loved another man. Doesn’t know a woman’s pleasure. No contamination of mind. And physically? Maybe knows a man’s pleasure, but never a woman’s. That’s what makes a true virgin. A perfect virgin. You, pony. And soon… you’ll lose that purity too.”

Kone couldn’t even answer.
[Fuck!! This better be working, Amayel!! Tell me it’s working, please!! If it’s not, I’m fucking done for!!]
Kone screamed inside my head.

I didn’t answer.
Kardak ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) laughed.
Valram laughed.

Lucifer, seeming dominated, manipulated by something unknown.
Priest Mathieu.
And Cecilia—silent.
I stared at Valram, trembling.

Please.
Please.
Let this gamble work.

“Aaaahhh… Is that it? Is that why my father, the Archangel, fell? This… this power before me… It would be impossible not to fall. Wouldn’t it?”
Valram’s voice carried divine speech, laced with awe.
He had surpassed me.

He had lived far longer than I had. And like me—
He had been born with divinity embedded in his soul.
He was extraordinary.

He was powerful. Merciless. Far more ruthless and cruel than I could ever be.
And so, he was arrogant.
“You mean you’ve been using this power just to heal people all this time? What a waste. A total waste. I can use it in a far superior way. You foolish Saint. No— You’re not even a Saint anymore.”

With practiced ease, Valram gripped the chains.
Power surged from his hands.
“Now I’ll show you. How this is really meant to be used. What true power looks like. How I will crush the world. The All-Gods Church. The Empire. I’ll show you all.”

As his voice spiraled into madness, Kone screamed.
[It’s not working. It’s not fucking working, is it?! Amayel!! Is this even doing anything?! IT’S NOT WORKING!!]
I clenched my eyes shut.

The gamble failed.
Of course it did.
There was no way it could’ve worked.

This was someone who had carried divine essence in his soul far longer than I had.
Someone whose soul was anything but ordinary.
Lucifer’s specially crafted, high-grade masterpiece. No way he’d be the same as someone as plain as me.

If I could do it—
There was no way he couldn’t.
“What the hell made me think I was special, huh? Asmodeus.”

Overwhelmed by despair and fear, I started crying.
“If I could pull it off… there’s no way he couldn’t.”
What would the Empire and the All-Gods Church say about me someday?

The idiot who handed the Goddess of Life’s divine authority to Hell with his own hands?
The fool who died crying afterward?
Labyrinthos had already given the Empire its legendary moron—Dumbass Nero.

And now it was going to add another name to that list:
The Retarded Saint Amayel.
The gamble had failed.

“That’s right. You said it perfectly, Amayel. If a moron like you could pull it off, of course I could too.”
Valram raised his hand.
With just that gesture, I knew—

I’d now be consigned to a fate worse than death.
What kind of end awaited me?
Would I be flung into Hell?

Would my soul be torn out and tortured for eternity in the mental realm?
“…Wasn’t this supposed to be an eroge?”
This was the ending.

A truly fucking pathetic end to my isekai reincarnation.

[Amayel.]
I must have closed my eyes without realizing it.
Kone’s trembling voice made me slowly open them.

Valram—standing right in front of me—looked… strange.
[Ngh… kuh?!]
The one who had been radiating nothing but arrogance,
the one who had confidently extended his hand toward me with that smug expression—
was now frozen, eyes wide, trembling uncontrollably.

[W-Wait a second. This… this is way too much…]
He looked shaken.
[S-Stop. No. This is too much. The divinity… it’s too vast… No! No!!]

Valram collapsed.
I heard something splitting—
then his skin began to rupture.
Clutching his chest, he fell to his knees.

“…Huh?”
I looked at him in disbelief.
Valram looked at me the same way—in disbelief.

[I-I’m supposed to be… more special than you. I’m… I’m a custom-crafted product. Lucifer—my father—he gave me a fragment of his own divinity when he created me. My soul… there's no way it's the same as a dumbass like you. If you could handle it, of course I should be able to… right?]
That’s what I thought too.
I was nothing special.

I truly was just… a completely unremarkable person.
That’s how I’d always seen myself.
And Valram—he had lived his whole life believing the exact opposite.

A being so confident he turned to arrogance.
And me, someone so lacking in confidence I sank into self-loathing.
And the result of those two opposing beliefs colliding—

Valram made the wrong call.
The only one who had seen all of this clearly—
Was Asmodeus.

She had been right.
I… I really must’ve been special.
And Valram… just wasn’t as special as I was.

[G-Guuuh… AAAAAAAGH!! AAAAAAAAH!! N-No!! No, no, no!!]
Valram’s body began to twist and contort.
As far as I knew, there was only one illness that even body-modification skills couldn’t cure.

Divine backlash.
A punishment reserved for those who dared wield a divine authority not permitted to them.
Valram was crumbling under the weight of an overwhelming power his body and soul were never meant to contain.

And the moment he collapsed—
An unexpected presence was freed.
Lucifer.

The spell binding the three-meter-tall giant with a goat’s head and a man’s body shattered completely.
Freed, he flung aside the priest he’d been holding—Mathieu.
[Valram.]

[F-Father!! Not now!! Please—don’t!!]
[You dare give me commands? Bind me in chains? Enslave me?]
He hadn’t kept Priest Mathieu alive because he was worthless.

It was because Valram had commanded Lucifer to hold onto him.
Lucifer—the Demon Lord of Arrogance.
And that arrogance…

Had just been insulted.
[The life I gave you. Your soul. Your flesh. I’ll be reclaiming them now.]
[No! No!! Don’t come near me!!]

A collapsing dark mage—
And a Demon Lord whose body was breaking from divine overload—
Clashed.

And the moment we saw that, both I and Priest Mathieu moved at once.
“Go help the evacuees!!”
The elderly and children still fleeing were not far from here.

At my shout, Priest Mathieu immediately sprinted off.
I ran in the opposite direction.
There was still one person I had to save.

Still one life I couldn’t let go.
The Bicorn.
Kardak’s eyes widened as he saw me sprinting toward him.

“You!! What did you do to my master—guh?!”
Kardak staggered.
Kone cackled.

[Asmodeus was right!! Their souls are bound—he’s feeling it too!!]
Valram’s body and soul were collapsing under the weight of a divinity he wasn’t permitted to wield.
And the backlash—

Was rippling into Kardak, who was linked to him.
“Kone!!”
[This is insane!! Fucking insane!!]

I laughed.
Kone laughed too.
[That’s what makes it so goddamn fun!! Linking in—now!!]

Together, Kone and I dove—
Into the Bicorn Kardak’s mental world.
To rescue the one he was torturing inside.

Cecilia.