This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 104: Saint Is Unbreakable

A radiant pillar of light pierced down from the heavens, striking the earth with a satisfying crash—and in the next instant, simultaneous screams erupted.

The two Demon Lords who had been holding Asmodeus’s hands on either side of me.

The girl I’d struck and sent flying off into the distance.

All of them let out cries of agony and were thrown away from me at once.

But that was all.

As if to prove they weren’t ordinary beings, they quickly got back on their feet.

“[.....How are you controlling Asmodeus?]”

A massive man.

Judging by the feeling, it was likely Satan, the Demon Lord ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) of Wrath. He voiced his doubt.

“[You bastard! I’ll rip you to shreds!!]”

An emaciated woman.

Judging by the feeling, it was likely Leviathan, the Demon Lord of Envy. She exploded in raw fury.

And lastly, the girl who had just been speaking with me.

Belphegor, the Demon Lord of Sloth, let out a hollow laugh.

“[I’ll give you that, Saint Amayel. You never fail to surprise me. Just now, with unfathomable stupidity. And now, with awe-inspiring stupidity. How long do you think you can keep channeling Asmodeus’s authority?]”

I clenched my fist, still wrapped in the white chain.

“I’ll keep going for as long as I can.”

Honestly, I’m scared.

I don’t know what Asmodeus might do to me, and that terrifies me.

I’m scared because I don’t know anything.

And I’m scared because I’m facing not one, not two, but three divine entities as enemies.

But—

“So shut up and come at me!!”

Just like always, crisis was an opportunity.

Let’s fight.

Let’s fight to the end.

Maybe if I keep fighting, I won’t end up brainwashed—I’ll end up with my soul shattered instead.

At my words, the three Demon Lords moved differently.

“[Satan. It looks like you’ll have to handle him. Leviathan and I will deal with Asmodeus.]”

“[Hurry up. That divine power won’t let his body last much longer.]”

Leviathan and Belphegor split to the left and right.

And the massive man—Satan—slowly stepped forward.

His gait even looked relaxed, but the pressure radiating from him was anything but normal.

Slowly.

In his hand appeared a blazing greatsword I knew all too well.

“[Amayel! Be careful!........]”

Asmodeus, who stood behind me, rushed to say something—but suddenly fell silent.

The black wing sprouting from her left side was trembling violently.

With a face twisted in rage, she looked up at the sky.

And she said nothing more.

And I no longer had the luxury of waiting to hear what she had to say.

“[I won’t kill you, Saint.]”

The sword in Satan’s hand let out an unholy screech as it ignited brilliantly.

“[But it’s going to hurt like hell.]”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Satan charged at me.

I poured everything I had into activating my skills.

Even without Kon’s support, the skills activated with terrifying precision and detail.

My body, modified to a level that had long surpassed its limits, became a vessel for absolute transcendence, and time-stop wrapped around my entire form like armor.

A massive greatsword forged from time-stop solidified in my hand, and my reflexes and motor neurons began firing signals 3,000 times faster than normal.

Even my brain, the control tower for this monstrous body, was locked into an accelerated thought process with absolute hypnosis.

Thanks to all that—

I was able to respond to Satan’s strike.

With a thunderous crash, Satan’s flaming sword collided with my time-stopped greatsword in midair.

The sheer impact of blade against blade shattered the rocks surrounding us into dust and fragments.

And as I endured that first blow—

[Casting Skill: Time-Stop!]

The time of the entire world froze.

Satan.

Belphegor and Leviathan.

All of them came to a halt.

I immediately twisted my body and tried to drive the time-stopped sword into the gap at Satan’s side.

I assumed he wouldn’t be able to move at all, so I didn’t even consider defending myself—I just swung.

But my assumption shattered spectacularly.

“[That’s not how you use time-stop, brat.]”

Satan casually caught my blade with his hand.

He avoided the edge and pinched the flat of the blade between two fingers. Then he swung his flaming sword at my side.

When sword met armor, an earth-shattering shockwave exploded out.

I lost my grip on the sword and tumbled across the ground, sent flying in complete disarray.

Thanks to the armor, I wasn’t hurt, but maybe the shockwave messed up my hearing—my vision was spinning wildly.

When I looked up, all three Demon Lords were moving as if time hadn’t stopped at all.

“[Using time-stop right in front of our faces? Your technique is garbage. Pathetically garbage.]”

Well, of course.

It’s not like I ever got professional training on how to use Asmodeus’s powers.

“[Whatever. This is boring. As an opponent, you’re pathetically dull. I’ll end this quickly.]”

A hopelessly cliché line.

But the attack that followed made it impossible for me to brush it off.

Satan’s assault changed.

Compared to earlier, it was like that first clash had been nothing but a warm-up.

He came at me with terrifying speed and relentless pressure.

I hurriedly created another time-stopped sword and tried to defend, but all I could do was block.

Every time I blocked a single strike, I had to squeeze every ounce of strength and focus just to survive.

Even with reaction speeds 3,000 times faster, I was barely keeping up.

And every time I blocked, the resulting shockwaves kept building damage in my body.

If we’re talking real-world time, it was probably about five seconds in.

But I hit my limit.

With a loud crack!, everything went black.

It felt like something had gone wrong with my eyes—the weakest part of my body.

I scrambled to repair them through body modification, but Satan moved faster.

With a sickening crunch, I felt all the strength drain from my hand.

It was like he had grabbed and crushed my entire hand in one go.

I wanted to scream, but I didn’t even have the chance.

When my vision returned, I realized Satan had me by the throat, lifting me into the air.

Both my hands hung limp, crushed and useless.

The real problem...

[This wound cannot be healed with Body Modification!]

Was that my destroyed hands wouldn’t recover.

I stared at Satan, trembling.

“[Told you. It’s gonna hurt.]”

Satan raised his flaming sword.

And drove it straight into the part of my waist unprotected by armor.

The searing flames ignited my abdomen, setting it ablaze.

I couldn’t endure the pain. A scream tore from my throat.

“[Amayel!........]”

Asmodeus screamed—but she couldn’t save me.

“[Don’t move.]”

Leviathan and Belphegor hadn’t been idle.

They grabbed both of Asmodeus’s arms and began to restrain her with full force.

“[Let... go of me!!]”

Asmodeus let out a roar, overflowing with rage.

With a deafening resonance, the pillar of light descending from the sky grew even stronger.

The three Demon Lords’ bodies began to smolder and burn—but they laughed.

“[You miscalculated, Asmodeus. Do you really think your precious Amayel can withstand that much divine power?]”

They weren’t wrong.

As the pillar of light thickened...

I started to feel the strain on my body.

An unbearable, massive, crushing weight began pressing down on me, a pain that throbbed through every nerve.

Alongside the burning pain in my abdomen, the overwhelming pressure made it nearly impossible to endure.

“Asmodeus!!... That’s enough!!”

At my words, the pillar of light weakened.

I finally understood the situation.

Checkmate.

Because of me, Asmodeus could only unleash a limited amount of divine authority.

And on top of that, there was Leviathan, Belphegor—and the unknown being controlling that black wing on her left.

The one Asmodeus had called Lucifer.

She had to deal with his interference too.

Asmodeus couldn’t do anything.

And I was in no condition to defeat Satan standing right in front of me.

There was no one who could save me from him now.

Satan seemed to know that very well.

His flaming sword crept even closer to my waist.

The pain was far beyond what could be called searing—it was monstrous.

I wanted to pass out.

It would’ve been better to pass out.

But for some reason, I couldn’t even do that.

“[It hurts, doesn’t it? It’s going to hurt like hell. Baltaluch, the one that idiot collector from Sloth used last time? This sword is on a whole different level. I’m the only one who can wield it properly.]”

Satan mocked me as he pulled the blade out.

With a casual spin, his cursed sword vanished from sight.

My whole body was drenched in sweat.

To lessen the pain, I canceled the 3000x sensitivity skill and released the absolute hypnosis that had been accelerating my thoughts.

The pain had shaken my mind so badly that even the armor made from time-stop dissolved and vanished.

I writhed helplessly in Satan’s grip like a worm, completely unable to do anything.

Then, suddenly, Satan gently laid me down on the ground.

And he held out his hand to me.

“[You don’t want to suffer anymore, do you? Then take my hand, Saint. And there will be no more pain. No more sadness. No more despair.]”

I stared at Satan’s hand, trembling.

A different kind of persuasion than Belphegor’s.

And honestly?

This one felt a lot more convincing.

That pain from just now... I never wanted to feel it again.

Part of me wanted to grab his hand immediately.

But of course—

I couldn’t.

I slowly pushed myself up.

My legs trembled, and I could still feel the dull pain radiating from my waist where the sword had melted into me.

[This wound cannot be healed with a skill!]

It was a wound that couldn’t be healed.

Any way you looked at it—

Taking his hand was the smart move.

Satan examined me and smirked with satisfaction.

“[Stop resisting, Saint. If you keep going, you’ll die. And it won’t just be your body that gets destroyed. If Baltaluch pierces you again, your very existence will be annihilated.]”

At his words, I clutched my stomach and looked up at him.

“My soul... will be shattered, you mean.”

“[Exactly. And the process of soul destruction will be so agonizing, so excruciating, that the pain you just felt will seem like a joke. You don’t want that to happen, do you?]”

At that, I let out a faint laugh.

And slowly raised my guard.

Cold sweat streamed like water down my face, my abdomen scorched, my vision still blurry from the repeated shockwaves.

My crushed hands still dangled uselessly.

Just standing was agony.

But—

I saw hope.

Satan flinched at my action.

“[...What do you think you’re doing?]”

“I can’t take your hand, Satan. I don’t know exactly how you’ll use me once I fall... but there’s no way it’d be for anything good.”

“[Fool. You want to go through that pain again? I could erase your soul entirely, Amayel. Do you want even worse agony than before?]”

At those words, I thought of the people I’d met since arriving here.

There were wicked people. There were dumb people. There were frustrating and infuriating people.

But more than that—there were people I loved. People who were pitiful. People I wished could be happy.

“Yeah. If my falling means the people I love have to suffer because of me, then this is better. So...”

I knew what I was saying was stupid.

It was irrational.

But what else could I do?

No matter how I looked at it, this was the right thing.

A battered body.

A silent Pantheon.

A powerless Asmodeus.

Everything around me was forcing me toward this choice.

Now I could finally go back to Korea.

I forced a smile.

And, tauntingly, waved my hand at Satan.

“Draw it... your damn Baltaluch.”