This Isn’t an Erotic Game?

Baron Hanson desperately tried to cover his mouth.

But there was nothing the already hypnotized guy could do of his own will.

“Don’t move. Don’t resist either. Don’t shoot curses. Sit still and answer my questions. Who is the Collector? What exactly does he do?”

“He’s a person who collects resentment for the order. A large amount of resentment is needed to use the evil god’s miracles or curses. Our factory is one of the representative sources of resentment supply.”

They used the factory as a source of resentment supply?

Don’t tell me…

“The fire at the factory. Did you do it on purpose? To amplify people’s despair and pain??”

Baron Hanson answered with a face that looked like he wanted to commit suicide, “Yes. That’s right. I did it on purpose. He said he urgently needed to supply a large amount of resentment suddenly. So I intentionally set the fire.”

“What were you going to use the supplied resentment for?”

“Where is the Collector?”

Baron Hanson trembled.

He looked terrified as words leaked from his mouth regardless of his will.

But what could he do?

He truthfully spilled out the facts, “T-there… There’s a passage beyond that bookshelf. It’s hidden by the miracle of concealment, so even the most skilled priest couldn’t find it.”

“Can you open it?”

“Yes. I can.”

“Then open the door.”

At my order, Baron Hanson got up like a machine and approached the bookshelf.

After chanting some spell and touching the books on the bookshelf in a specific order, the bookshelf melted away and revealed a hidden passage behind it.

The thick smell of blood wafting over.

It was obviously nauseating.

Smelling that, I felt like the reason in my head was snapping.

On purpose.

You burned people to death on purpose?

To supply resentment?

I don’t even feel like cursing.

I’m going to catch them all and hand them over to the Pantheon.

And in front of everyone.

In front of the bereaved families of the factory fire victims, I’ll burn them at the stake just the same.

That’s the only way the souls of those who died might find even a little comfort!!

“You stay right here without moving an inch. The Collector and you. And that fat guy who’s fainted outside. You’ll all be burned at the stake. That’s the only way the souls of the people you intentionally killed today might find even a little comfort!!”

After spitting in Baron Hanson’s face.

I went down the passage without hesitation.

Not long after coming down the passage, I saw a woman frantically chanting spells on a blood-red magic circle with a reversed pentagram drawn on it.

That must be the one called the Collector.

Maybe because the Collector was completely focused on chanting spells, she didn’t notice my appearance at all.

So this woman is the reason the fire broke out?

Then you’re going to get beaten too.

Get beaten and burned at the stake! You fucking bitch!!

I rushed at the Collector.

And.

“W-wait? How did you get here…!! Kyaaaa!!”

The Collector’s corn flew through the air.

***

The Collector couldn’t understand.

The miracle of concealment was no exaggeration to say it was one of the most powerful miracles the evil god bestowed upon his followers.

Even the most skilled high priests.

It was such a powerful miracle that there were records of even other gods being deceived.

But how did this crazy Saint of Healing who suddenly appeared in front of her and swung a belt at her know about and find the entrance to the secret passage that even had the miracle of concealment cast on it??

The Collector, who had flown through the air spewing corn after being hit by the belt, got up instantly.

Black energy swirled around her cheeks, and then all her wounds were healed and disappeared.

She gritted her teeth.

At this rate, she had to deal with the saint somehow to avoid disrupting the plan.

“You son of a dirty whore!!”

The Collector created a curse by offering the resentment collected from the factory as a price.

It was a high-level curse.

No matter how much of a Saint of Healing he was, he wouldn’t be unharmed if hit by such a curse.

The pitch-black curse began to burn and flicker above her hand.

“The Blood Drinker will never leave you alone…!”

The saint’s reaction was strange.

Seeing the flickering curse above her hand, instead of avoiding or trying to run away, he rather started rushing in as if asking to be hit.

The faint smile on his face even gave off a sense of madness-filled joy.

Feeling creeped out, the Collector threw the curse.

The flying curse hit the saint’s body accurately and…

It had no effect.

“What?!”

Almost simultaneously with the Collector’s eyes widening in shock, a belt flew at her cheek.

The Collector, who had flown and crashed while violently spewing corn again, quickly got up.

And she was certain.

Does he have absolutely no fear of curses?

Curses were different from magic.

Unlike magic, where the result didn’t change regardless of the target’s mental state, curses produced very different results depending on the state of the target’s soul and mind.

Curses were beings that fed on and parasitized fear and terror, eating away at the host’s mind and soul.

No matter what defensive magic or miracles one wrapped around their body, if there was even a little fear of curses, the curse would cling to the host’s soul and endlessly torment them over and over.

But in reverse, curses didn’t work on beings who felt absolutely no fear or terror of curses in the first place.

Even a newborn baby would normally feel fear when seeing a curse.

This saint bastard’s mind and soul were intact, yet he felt no fear at all towards curses.

At this absurd conclusion, the Collector burst into laughter.

“You’re no ordinary guy. Certainly, I can’t kill you with my curses.”

Since curses didn’t work, there was no choice but to fight with physical enhancement.

The Collector’s nails grew longer.

Pitch-black nails with hardness and sharpness that could easily split steel sprouted like blades.

A miracle that strengthened her body by offering human resentment as a price was implemented.

Her muscle strength increased and tendons attached more firmly to bones.

She felt her bones strengthening and her nerves speeding up.

And that wasn’t all.

The evil god’s miracle that turned pain from injuries and wounds during battle into pleasure also dwelled in her body.

Perfect.

At this level, she was a berserker itself who could fight endlessly without ever feeling pain no matter how much she fought.

Look at that saint’s skinny body.

It’s clearly a body that has never experienced hand-to-hand combat even once.

“For the Blood Drinker! I’ll tear your soul and body apart!!” she shouted and rushed towards the saint.

She wouldn’t lose.

For the evil god.

For the plan.

She could sacrifice everything of herself.

Her nails lightly dug into the saint’s body.

Just as a smile formed on the Collector’s lips.

“That’s just my afterimage, though.”

With a sharp sound of leather hitting skin, the Collector had to fly through the air and crash ungracefully onto the floor once again.

***

Just like the curse Baron Hanson shot earlier.

And the curse that Collector woman threw.

Why don’t curses work on my body?

“You’re no ordinary guy. Certainly, I can’t kill you with my curses.”

Damn it.

She can’t kill me with her curses?

Does this mean ordinary curses don’t work on me at all?

No?

Why??

I just want my soul to be shattered even by an ordinary curse!

Does this mean my soul can’t be shattered in the first place unless it’s an ultra-powerful curse like the fragment of an evil god!?

If I forcefully tried to reason with my thick skull that didn’t work well, it was probably because of the thoughts clinging to my body.

I heard something like that before.

Curses were affected by thoughts.

Curses didn’t stick well to people who had a lot of positive energy around their bodies.

I had healed and saved countless people, so it must be because of that positive energy that curses didn’t work!

This sucks!

This meant there was no answer except for the fragment of an evil god that bursts out with high-concentration curses from inside the soul!!

While I was inwardly screaming.

Suddenly, the Collector elongated her nails like blades and rushed at me.

I hurriedly activated Time Stop and moved behind her.

This damn Time Stop.

It really eats up mental power annoyingly.

Moreover, I used Time Stop earlier to save the girl at the factory, and I had been frantically healing patients too.

I already felt a serious lack of mental power.

I should develop a way to use it more efficiently or something.

No.

No.

I’m someone who’s going to get hit by a curse and return to Korea soon.

Adult game skills or whatever.

They’re of no use to me anymore.

“That’s just my afterimage, though.”

After moving behind her and releasing Time Stop, I swung my belt and beat the back of her head.

The Collector flew through the air and crashed onto the floor.

Even the Collector should have taken some damage from that.

Now if she foamed at the mouth and fainted, I could approach her and subdue her with Absolute Hypnosis.

As I was thinking that.

“Mmm♥ Ahhh♥♥”

The Collector raised her head from the floor where she had crashed, letting out a lewd moan that could come out of a porn video.

She giggled and looked at me.

“No matter how much you beat me, do you think I’ll even blink an eye? Pain… only makes me happy.”

If she raised both hands in a V sign with that face, it would complete the famous ahegao double peace sign.

No.

What’s the reason for making such an expression after taking a hit strong enough to send a person flying and crashing into the floor?

Ah.

Well, she’s an evil god worshipper, right?

Applying common sense to a crazy group only made things weirder.

“Beat me more! If that’s all you’ve got, you can’t beat me! Never!!”

The Collector burst into laughter and flew towards me.

Her movements were too fast to see.

If I fight hand-to-hand combat like this, I’ll 100% lose!!

Quickly activate time stop to stop her for now…!

[Mental power is seriously insufficient.]

This really sucks!!

I did use it a lot today.

I used Time Stop to save the girl at the factory, and I just used it earlier too.

Then there was no choice.

If I use Absolute Hypnosis to stop her for now…!

[Please specify the target’s location accurately.]

She was moving too fast to specify.

Moreover, Absolute Hypnosis consumed mental power in the process of specifying the target, and my mental power was already shot, so it wasn’t easy to specify.

Damn it!!

I was going to use hypnosis on that Collector and make her spill all the information she knows!

“Die! You son of a whore!!”

While I was stuttering, unable to cast time stop or Absolute Hypnosis, I saw the Collector swinging her nails aimed at my neck.

If I get hit by that, I’ll die.

If my neck gets cut off, wouldn’t body modification or whatever be impossible?

My head turned white with the fear of death.

An action close to instinct burst out.

My body, which had gained tremendous strength through body modification, desperately moved backward at a desperate speed.

The Collector’s nails barely grazed near my face.

And almost simultaneously, I grabbed the Collector’s forearm extended towards me and activated 3000x Sensitivity while swinging my belt.

With an enormous whack, the Collector who got hit in the face flew and crashed onto the floor like before.

And.

“Mmm♥♥♥”

A moan burst out.

The Collector started trembling violently and then began spurting urine like a fountain from between her legs.

“Ohgoh♥ Ohgohgoh♥ Hooot♥ Ahnngh♥ Mmngh♥”

Her eyes that were spewing out moans soon began to turn blood-red.

It seemed her heartbeat became too fast, as all her blood vessels that could be seen had burst.

Blood flowed from her nose and ears too.

The Collector, who was trembling like a broken machine with her tongue sticking out, soon collapsed while letting out a tremendous cry of ecstasy.

“Mnyoooooh♥♥♥♥♥”

Spurting urine like a fountain once again, the Collector convulsed and trembled.

Wow.

When I first saw it on a tear site, I laughed and skipped it thinking, “Is there really someone who cries like that?”

There really are people who moan like that?

The Collector, who had been climaxing for a long time with her eyes rolled back, at some point went limp like a puppet with its strings cut.

There was no reaction, so I approached and put my hand on the Collector’s body.

Her heart isn’t beating.

Moreover, look at this large amount of blood spurting from her nose, ears, and eyes.

This is clearly death from all her brain blood vessels bursting.

It seems…

…like death from excessive pleasure?

If it weren’t for the mental power problem, I could have used Absolute Hypnosis to make her spill everything…

What a waste.

“Saint!! Are you safe!? W-what is this…?”

“Grace! It’s an evil god worshipper!”

While I was blankly looking down at the Collector who had died from excessive pleasure.

The police, holy knights of the Lilia Order who seemed to have rushed over after hearing the news, and Grandpa Yodel came down into the room and stopped in their tracks, shocked.

“It’s an evil god worshipper. I just dealt with her.”

“G-good heavens! An evil god worshipper!!”

“Call the White Order! Right now!!”

While the police were busy moving and leaving the room.

The people of the Lilia Order knelt before me.

“Ah! To think you punished an evil god worshipper at the end of your anger for the weak!”

“It’s grace! It’s grace!”

“Lead us!!”

I could only burst into hollow laughter seeing the priests who were shedding tears, so moved for some reason.

This is why Goddess Lilia gets pissed off and says she’ll send me to hell.

“I’m not a saint. I’ve said it many times, but I’m no saint…”

“He denies his divinity! Saint!! Guide us!!”

Forget it, damn it.

Do whatever you want.

Soon the fragment of the evil god will enter my soul, and when I burst that, I’ll go to Korea along with it.