This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 113: How About Adding One More?

On the summit of the rocky mountain, where there had once been nothing but stone, wildflowers and grass were now blooming in full.

I sat there blankly for a /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ long while, on top of that soft patch of green.

I needed some time to process everything I’d just heard in my head.

And as I sat there, unmoving—

“Saint.”

Before I knew it, I noticed countless people kneeling around me.

“If you desire it, we’ll build a shrine here. If needed, we’ll build three.”

As I turned my head, a paladin stammered, unable to meet my eyes properly.

“One for you, Saint. One for the Goddess of War, Lady Belia. And one for the gods of the Pantheon. If you so command... we’ll build all three shrines.”

I may not be a divine being, so I can’t see it—

But I could now feel just how dense their faith must be.

I stood up.

“There’s no need for that. It’s over now.”

I stepped off the summit, walking over the split and shattered stone.

It wasn’t the parting of the Red Sea or anything, but as I passed through, the priests and paladins of the Pantheon who had been kneeling split to the sides without a word.

“What did the gods say, Saint? The ones we worship—what did they tell you?”

Someone asked, their voice shaking.

I nodded.

“I’ll share everything soon, so that everyone may know. But before that...”

I looked down at myself.

The wounds I’d received from Satan, Leviathan, and Belphegor were gone—

But my clothes... were literally destroyed.

No joke, even a beggar would be better dressed than me.

I just wanted to rest.

To hell with the Pantheon. To hell with Asmodeus. All of it.

I just wanted to lie down.

As I trudged down the mountainside with a tired expression—

“Amayel.”

I saw them—

The three women waiting for me at the base of the mountain.

Faces I hadn’t seen in so long.

I gave them a faint smile.

They looked like they didn’t know what to say to me.

Normally, they would’ve rushed in to hug me without hesitation.

But it was clear they knew this wasn’t the moment for that.

They just stood there. Like they were rooted to the ground.

So I went to them.

I hugged each of them tightly.

Kissed each one on the forehead.

Then gently ran my hands through their hair.

“I’ll tell you everything.

Why I kept quiet all this time.

Why I suddenly had to leave.

I can tell you now.”

“...Okay. We understand.”

“I just want to rest. I’m so tired. I want to go back to the capital.”

As I said that, my voice trembling, the three of them wrapped their arms around me.

“You’ve done well. Rest now.”

Erfa, Iomene, and Almene—tears brimming in their eyes—held me as they whispered their comfort.

“Amayel.”

A woman I’d never seen before stepped in front of me.

But strangely, I knew exactly who she was.

Because the voice was unmistakable.

“...Kanya?”

At my words, Kanya smiled.

“That name’s behind me now. I am Belia.”

...Belia hadn’t ascended yet?

There was still a god left by my side to question.

I opened my mouth to ask her something—

But Belia raised her hand, stopping me.

“I know you have questions. But go back first. Rest.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Just moments ago, Asmodeus had flooded me with divine power, and my body was a wreck.

I nodded obediently.

“I will.”

Belia gave a pleased nod.

With a flick of her fingers, the air split vertically before us.

“...Whoa, this is...”

“Lady Goddess, if it’s not too forward—may I study this portal?”

Master Yorgen of the Magic Tower and the other mages swarmed around the portal like kids who’d just found a new toy.

Meanwhile, I was the first to step through it—

Returning to the capital.

And what I found on the other side was a perfect reflection of Belia’s thoughtful nature.

The capital’s magic tower.

Perhaps the place that gave me the most psychological peace.

“Saint.”

It was old man Yodel—always devout, but today radiating a kind of fanatic reverence.

Jonathan Karma was there too.

And his wife, Oliviera, and daughter, Cecilia.

I smiled at them.

“I’d like to sleep. Could you prepare a room and some clothes for me?”

“We shall.”

The room I hadn’t seen in so long was calm and quiet.

I changed out of my tattered rags—

And collapsed into bed.

I was so exhausted.

Asmodeus’s outpouring of divine power had drained my body far more than I’d realized.

I closed my eyes, like falling into a coma.

Into a dreamless, deep sleep.

I didn’t wake up again for three whole days.

****

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Kanya’s face.

She wasn’t wearing her red armor—just simple clothes.

Yet the aura pouring from her was unmistakable. She wasn’t human. She was divine.

“You’re awake?”

The way she spoke was so casual, so laid-back—totally undivine.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes. I’m awake. Slept like a rock.”

“Three whole days. You must be starving. Want something to eat?”

“Just woke up. Doubt I’m hungry yet.”

“Yeah. Makes sense. Your body’s fine, but your mind probably needs more. You’ve got questions, don’t you? The Pantheon gods had to leave in such a rush, they didn’t get to explain anything properly.”

At that, I gave a dry laugh.

“What the hell?

All it took was one Demon Lord to block them and they just gave up?

Honestly... I don’t even get what’s happening anymore.

Why am I the one suffering through all this?”

The Pantheon.

They’re gods, aren’t they?

Shouldn’t they be handling this shit themselves instead of dumping it on some random human?

Now I’ve got to go hunt down the two remaining divine fragments?

Why me?

Haven’t I already been through enough?

To my bitter question, Belia gave me a slow nod.

“The Pantheon really are a bunch of fucking morons.”

Her blunt words exploded out of nowhere, and I choked on my own spit.

Belia giggled at the sight.

“Seriously—are you even allowed to say that, being a god yourself?”

“Me and Dulanaer? We’re the most foul-mouthed gods in the Pantheon.

Always were.

After fighting that goddamn Abyss bastard and the seven assholes of Hell for so long, we couldn’t help it.

Our tongues just got filthy.

Now that my divinity’s restored, this is just who I really am.

I’ve always been like this.”

There was a bitter smile on Belia’s lips as she chuckled.

“During the Heavenly War, three hundred years ago. Heaven got pretty fucked up.”

“But the human-world churches are still functioning. Wasn’t there plenty of time to recover, with all the faith they’ve been offering?”

“Over half the twenty-four Thrones are empty. Even with all that faith pouring in, there aren’t enough gods left to restore Heaven. The twenty-four gods each had their own defined roles. Even if Dulanaer, Rophes, and Le-Neri tried for a hundred years to fix communication with the faith they receive, it wouldn’t work. That’s not their job.”

Belia explained that the current Heaven was like a human whose head and heart were intact—

but with all four limbs ripped off.

“The Moon Goddess and the God of Wisdom were added, and once I ascend too, it’ll be like reattaching one leg. But we’ll still be limping. Lucifer’s cunning as hell. He doesn’t touch anything where he might lose in a head-on fight with the Pantheon. He only targets the weakened spots—where the responsible god is missing.”

“Like communication between Heaven and the mortal world?”

“Exactly. It’s the easiest to hit and gives the biggest return. If the God of Harmony—the one originally in charge of that communication—were still in Heaven, even Lucifer’s grandpa couldn’t have shut it down.”

Belia explained that even now, with two new divine beings added to the Pantheon, all Lucifer could do was barely cut off communication—even if he used his full power.

“So when the Pantheon adds divine beings, both the Evil God and Hell lose ground.

Then what have they been doing all this time? Shouldn’t they have tried to swallow up the mortal world while the Pantheon was weak?”

“Oh, I’m sure they wanted to. A hundred times over. But Hell and the Abyss hate each other so much they’d rather team up with the Pantheon than work together. I told you, right? Three hundred years ago—Hell got totally backstabbed by the Evil God.”

Belia made a gesture like smashing two fists together.

“They move so deep in the shadows, it’s hard to know for sure. But they’ve probably been tearing each other’s forces apart for three hundred years. Every time Hell tried to devour the mortal world, the Evil God got in the way. Same the other way around. That’s how the balance has lasted this long.” fгeewebnovёl.com

Belia leaned forward slightly and pointed at me.

“And now, suddenly, someone’s shown up who can break that damn balance of three hundred years... That someone is you. Amayel. Which way the Goddess of Life’s power inside your soul tips... that’s what’s going to decide how this shitty game ends.”

“...Does it have to be me?”

I asked with a trembling voice.

“Lady Goddess... I’m really scared. Everyone keeps calling me a Saint, but I’m weaker than anyone.”

I looked down at my thigh.

When Satan burned me with the demon sword Baltaluch—

Honestly, it hurt like hell.

So bad it left me traumatized.

“When I was branded with that demon sword... it hurt so bad. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that pain for the rest of my life. Lady Goddess, if I give you Asmodeus’s control—

couldn’t you go gather the remaining fragments instead of me?

This whole thing... it’s too heavy for me.”

At my words, Belia shook her head.

“There isn’t a single god among us—me, the Pantheon, or even Hell—who could stand in front of the Goddess of Life’s power and not fall into corruption. Amayel. Back when he was an archangel, Lucifer had more self-control than any god in the Pantheon. But even he fell, just from having that power in front of him. There’s no guarantee I wouldn’t fall too.”

“Gods can fall into corruption?”

“They will. The only two beings who can truly control the power you’re holding—are the Goddess of Life herself and the Evil God of the Abyss. That’s it. So no—I can’t take this burden from you.”

“Then why am I okay?”

If the power of the Goddess of Life tempts even gods to fall—

Then what the hell does that make me, holding it for over twenty years?

“That’s what I wonder too. You’ve got a terrifying resistance to corruption, Amayel. If you were just a normal human, you’d have already fallen. Just like the last human who was Asmodeus’s master. Drowned in euphoria, pride, madness. But you... you’ve endured. Outside of Lilia, you’re the only one who’s ever held that power this long without losing your mind.”

“...”

I stared at my hand.

What even am I?

Why the hell do I have such a high resistance stat for temptation?

While I was still struggling to process it all—

Belia carefully stepped closer and took my hand.

“Amayel. You’ve suffered so much. Heaven’s been a damn mess—we couldn’t support you properly, couldn’t explain a thing. I can only imagine the pain you’ve gone through. And if you decided to stop here, I couldn’t stop you. I wouldn’t even have the right to.”

Belia lowered her head.

“Even so... I have to ask. Please. Bring back the two remaining fragments. If they return, the Pantheon will regain twelve of the twenty-four Thrones. That’s the bare minimum we need to push back against the Evil God and Hell.”

She pointed behind me with her hand.

“And once those gods return, they can start erasing the Hell-taint embedded in the Goddess of Life’s power. I’ll erase one. The others will take one each. That way, the power can finally belong to Heaven again.”

The three black wings on Asmodeus’s left side.

That’s probably what she meant.

One for each god, to remove.

Well...

From Belia’s perspective, she had to ask like this.

“So I have to go suffer all over again for something I didn’t ask for.”

“...I’m sorry. Truly.”

“Then I’m not doing it for free. If I have to go through hell, I want something back.

There has to be something in it for me.”

At that, Belia straightened her posture.

She looked at me with serious eyes.

“What is it you want?”

I swallowed.

“I want to be happy.

I don’t want Lupiel’s ridiculous prophecy to come true.

I want to live a life that’s so damn happy it makes me cry.

Normal. Quiet. Peaceful.

That’s all I want, Lady Goddess.”

Belia brought her lips to the back of my hand with reverent care.

“I swear on my existence. I’ll give you everything I have to grant that wish. Amayel. Because that’s the least we owe you.”

I let out a small laugh.

“Thanks for saying that, at least.

And even if you hadn’t asked, I was already planning to go find the remaining fragments.”

I couldn’t let the Evil God or Hell devour the mortal world.

Even if it cost me everything—

I had already made that choice.

“So don’t worry. I’ll find the last two gods and send them back to Heaven.”

Belia smiled at my words.

She stood.

“Amayel.”

“Yes.”

“Kanya’s threatening to kill me from the inside right now—

but I know her too well.

That girl would rather die biting her tongue than ever confess. So I’ll do it for her.”

Belia grinned.

Boldly.

“Kanya wants to fuck you.

So how about adding her to your little girlfriend list?”

It was a mischievous smile.