This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 108: Recall: Group Up
Leviathan was once again cycling through the same thought she’d had hundreds of times already.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just kill this fucking Saint?
And yet, Leviathan knew better than anyone that she couldn’t.
She remembered how the Celestial War ended three hundred years ago.
At the heart of it was Asmodeus, unbound, her masterless rampage tearing the realms apart. That memory alone made the idea of killing the Saint something that should never be acted upon.
She knew.
She knew, and yet...
[Why!!! Why!!! Why won’t he fall?! Why!!]
It would be so simple to just kill him—but they couldn’t even do that. Instead, they were stuck trying to force his corruption, and it was driving her insane.
They had been bombarding him with every kind of negative emotion, trying to collapse his mind... but even the powers of a Demon Lord weren’t enough to break the Saint’s psyche.
A person who had already accepted his misfortune and lack as part of himself couldn’t be broken by a flood of trauma and emotional overstimulation.
And yet, it wasn’t as if he was only made of sadness and deficiency.
The Saint didn’t hate himself.
If you wanted to put it cruelly, he was an unremarkable human being. If you wanted to be generous, he was simply normal.
And that was the problem.
Every Saint, every Holy One, every Hero the Demon Lords had seen until now—each had been special in some way.
And that "specialness" always left a crack in their hearts.
Some sought perfection and broke under the weight of it, growing to hate themselves. Others chased an obsessive, excessive kind of goodness until it devoured them.
Those people were easy to shatter.
But the Saint wasn’t like them.
Ordinariness.
A terrifying degree of ordinariness, seamlessly blended with unwavering character—that was what made corrupting him absurdly difficult.
And to make it worse, that fucking unicorn was desperately guarding the Saint’s mind, driving an already maddening task to new levels of impossibility.
“[Belphegor!!... Leviathan!!]”
Satan’s scream echoed, louder now—he was holding off Asmodeus alone.
Leviathan and Belphegor felt panic rise in their chests.
“[Just a little more time!!]”
“[I can’t... hold on much longer!!]”
“[Almost there!!]”
Leviathan began to unleash her power in a frenzy.
An explosion of negative emotions crashed over the Saint.
Even the unicorn, who had been shielding him, was caught in the wave.
“[Belphegor! We’re out of time! I’ll corrupt both of their minds as deeply as I can!!]”
“[Hurry! I’ll take over the brainwashing from there!]”
Leviathan pushed her authority beyond safe limits.
The Saint’s and the unicorn’s negative emotions boiled to the surface, seething.
“[Please!! Please, just a little faster!...]”
Both minds were swallowed whole by the surge of despair and memory Leviathan had summoned.
In her desperation, Leviathan began torturing their minds more violently.
Faster.
Just fall apart already.
For all their eons of existence, the two Demon Lords had never felt such desperation.
How could two divine beings be driven to this point by a single human mind?
It was almost done.
The Saint’s and the unicorn’s sense of self were drowning in negativity.
No one could survive this.
Five minutes.
No—
Three.
No...
One minute. One more minute, and everything would belong to Hell.
Just one—
And then, not even ten seconds had passed when—
“[Lucifer? Lu—Lucifer!!]”
Satan's scream tore through the battlefield.
Sloth and Envy turned to look at Wrath.
Wrath was screaming... and unraveling.
The black chains that had held Asmodeus’s left wing taut—Lucifer’s chains—snapped apart, limp and powerless.
Lucifer's interference had vanished.
And now, the furious Asmodeus stood face-to-face with Satan.
“[Amayel!!]”
Asmodeus roared, pouring all her power at Satan.
Until now, she had limited her authority to avoid harming the Saint’s body.
But now, the Demon Lord of Lust had lost all reason—and in that instant, she removed her limiter.
The Saint’s body convulsed violently under the massive surge of divine power.
But in return—
The Demon Lord of Wrath didn’t even get a chance to scream before his body was crushed to pulp.
As Satan fell, Asmodeus now faced no obstacles.
She stormed toward Sloth and Envy at a ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) terrifying speed.
“[Do not touch my master!!]”
The beam of divine light pouring down from the sky narrowed in scope.
Its concentration surged, now targeting the Demon Lords’ bodies directly.
So overwhelming was the divine force that even the manifested divinities of Envy and Sloth flinched from the impact as it blazed across the human world.
Shattered fragments of rock, broken by the clash of divine power, began to bloom with flowers.
A mountain once devoid of life now erupted in wildflowers and grasses under an impossible radiance.
Sloth and Envy were forced back from the Saint.
They couldn’t endure it any longer.
“[Lucifer!! Lucifer!!]”
The plan was unraveling.
Belphegor screamed the name of the Demon Lord of Pride.
But no response came.
Envy and Sloth trembled with fear.
The bodies they had formed, consuming dozens of their followers in the process, were now melting—sloughing apart from exposure to Asmodeus’s divine onslaught.
If their vessels were destroyed now, their divinities would be left vulnerable, naked in the human realm.
Lucifer wasn’t going to save them.
And yet—by some stroke of fortune—
“[Amayel!! Amayel!! No!! Please!!]”
Asmodeus paid no attention to Satan, Leviathan, or Belphegor.
The blinding divine light that had blanketed the whole of Talhaim’s Rock Mountain began to fade.
Tears in her eyes, Asmodeus cradled the Saint in her arms and began to heal him.
It was a blessing.
A chance.
If they fled now, they still had a shot at returning to the spirit realm.
If nothing else stood in their way—
They might just make it out alive.
The three Demon Lords began to gather their power, preparing to retreat.
And in that moment—
“[Ahh, you miserable fucking...]”
A low, grinding growl came from Belphegor's clenched teeth.
“[Belia, you—you fucking bitch... No!! No!! That body is part of my collection!! It's mine!!]”
Belphegor thrashed her limbs wildly.
But the Demon Lord of Sloth's divinity had yet to recover from the wounds dealt by Asmodeus’s divine assault. She wasn’t in any shape to resist this sudden snatching.
Without even a chance to retaliate, something was torn from Belphegor’s divinity and sucked away—vanishing beneath Talhaim’s Rock Mountain.
“[No!!]”
Belphegor lost her mind for a moment, reaching out in a frenzy.
A black hand, soaked in viscous malice, shot out with explosive speed to reclaim what had been stolen.
Almost at the same moment, the triangular rock formation atop the mountain exploded.
Slowly...
Something began to rise from beneath the Rock Mountain.
Belphegor’s black hand flew at the being emerging from below.
In a flash, the hand tightly grasped a single human.
“[It’s mine!! Mine!! Belia!! I won’t let you take my trophy, you whore!!]”
Belphegor screamed, channeling power into the hand. But it didn’t take long before a burning red divine force erupted and began peeling the fingers open.
“Let go of her!!”
With a thunderous roar full of rage, Belphegor’s black hand shattered into pieces.
At last, everyone realized who was climbing up from beneath the mountain.
It was Kanya.
But she no longer resembled the girl who had gone down into the depths.
The frail limbs she once had were now full of muscle and vitality.
Her twisted spine had straightened.
And at some point, she had donned crimson-tinted paladin armor, gripping a massive sword in one hand.
“Satan. Leviathan. And... [Belphegor].”
Slowly...
Kanya’s voice began to carry divine resonance.
A burning red divine energy surged through her blade and body in a blinding flash of light.
“[I’ll postpone my ascension. First, I’m going to destroy the three of you with my own hands. Only then will I rise.]”
“[Belia, you fucking—murdering—bitch...!]”
Belphegor’s voice trembled.
Kanya—
No.
The Goddess of War raised her sword and took a stance.
“[I’ll repay everything you’ve done to me and my chosen for the last 300 years.]”
The three Demon Lords didn’t hesitate.
They all knew Lucifer wasn’t going to help them anymore.
The only silver lining was that Asmodeus wasn’t joining the fight.
And Belia—she had only just recovered. She probably couldn’t return to her full power yet.
What was the best option in this situation?
All three Demon Lords knew it.
“[Followers!! Summon all of them!!]”
“[We need to open a gate to the spirit realm!!]”
Had their bodies been intact, they could’ve opened the gate without any aid.
But their vessels were damaged.
To project their powers properly, they needed more physical bodies.
With gestures from Belphegor and Leviathan, space tore open vertically from sky to earth.
Through it, a torrent of summoned followers began pouring into the world in a desperate rush.
Satan also called forth all his followers and summoned his flaming demon sword, Baltaluch, into his hand.
The three Demon Lords were panicking.
Asmodeus’s divine power had left their bodies shredded. One slip, and like Mammon...
They could be devoured in this realm before they even had a chance to run.
“[Do you really think you can take on all of us by yourself?]”
But Satan didn’t let it show.
He glared at Belia, burning with fury.
And Belia replied, calmly and without hesitation.
“[Of course not. Even with my former divinity restored, I’m no match for the three of you alone. I can’t win by myself.]”
Her composed admission only made Satan more uneasy.
She was the Goddess of War.
And for someone like that to admit defeat so peacefully—it meant she had another plan.
“[What are you—]”
Before he could finish, Belia turned her head to look past him.
She was looking at Asmodeus, standing behind her.
In her eyes lingered a deep, aching fondness.
“[Old friend.]”
Asmodeus looked up to meet her gaze.
“[If you want to save your master, help me.]”
For a moment, the two divine beings stared at each other.
Then, Asmodeus gently laid Amayel down atop the bed of flowers and grass that now covered the Rock Mountain.
“[Belia. What do you want me to do?]”
“[Help the gods of the Pantheon interfere directly with the human world.]”
The words had barely left her lips before Satan lunged at Belia.
Their swords collided with a thunderous crash that echoed across the mountain.
“[Hurry!! We must open the gate to the spirit realm! High Priest! Begin the ritual!!]”
“As you command, Lady Envy!!”
Belphegor and Leviathan worked frantically to open the gate.
But unfortunately for them, Asmodeus was faster.
“[Lucifer.]”
Asmodeus looked down at the earth.
“[You really enjoyed using me like a toy, didn’t you?]”
Divine power began to radiate from her slowly, steadily.
“[Then you should’ve known this would happen.]”
Asmodeus began to pour divine light from her body.
And at that moment—
[Asmodeus!! You goddamn bitch!! You filthy whore!!]
Lucifer’s scream echoed from the spirit realm.
But it was immediately drowned out.
The passage between heaven and earth reopened once more.
And the moment it did, the gods of the Pantheon unleashed their powers, flooding into the mortal world.
With dazzling rays of light, space tore from top to bottom across the center of Talhaim’s Rock Mountain.
And from within—
“There!!”
“Demons!!”
“Draw your blades, brothers! This is the moment we were made for!!”
A staggering number of paladins. Priests.
And the imperial army came flooding into the world.
