This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 95: Reverse of Reverse

[You... fucking bastard!!]

Leviathan was finally expelled, unable to maintain her interference any longer.

The authority to freely control the time-stop returned from her to Amayel once again.

It was only a tiny fragment of Asmodeus’s power, barely within the range a mere mortal could withstand with his body.

And yet, even that fragment was becoming too much for her to interfere with any longer.

It was the moment she fully realized the scale of Asmodeus’s divinity—how far it had grown, how incomparably vast it had become.

Leviathan slowly turned to look at Satan and Belphegor.

Belphegor’s face was unreadable, while most of Satan’s steel body had turned red-hot.

[What the hell were you doing? You were supposed to get it done while I was holding the interference! What were you doing!!]

At Leviathan’s furious words, Satan finally lost it and let out a monstrous roar.

A deafening howl that reverberated through the entire spirit realm—but to Leviathan, it just made him look like a fucking idiot.

[The followers of Wrath really are over the hill now. You couldn’t even deal with Lust’s Chosen? And got completely wiped out? Pathetic.]

[Watch your mouth, Envy. Before I rip it off.]

As Satan growled, Envy only giggled.

[Why don’t you go scream at Asmodeus with that fiery temper of yours, huh? You can’t even take care of that whore, so what are you doing barking at me?]

[You filthy fucking bitch!!]

Satan finally drew his massive greatsword—an extension of himself.

A demonic blade forged from all the resentment and rage offered by his followers.

Baltaluch.

But Envy only scoffed at the sight, pulling out her own whip.

[You think you’re the only one with weapons? Fine. Let’s see this through to the end, you brain-dead jackass!!]

At this rate, they were going to self-destruct through infighting.

In the end, Sloth—looking utterly exhausted—stepped in to stop the two Demon Lords.

[Stop it!! Asmodeus is still out there, perfectly fine. Are we seriously going to destroy ourselves with infighting?!]

[Don’t stop me, Sloth. I’m going to tear this bitch—]

[The entire human realm is about to be devoured by Asmodeus!! Are you just going to let the bastard we’ve been building up for over 300 years eat it all? Lucifer was right!! Seeing it myself made it crystal fucking clear!! If we don’t stop her now, we’ll never stop her. Why don’t you get that?!]

At Belphegor’s roar, the Demon Lords of Wrath and Envy finally cooled their heads.

More precisely—

[No way I’m letting that fucking whore eat everything I’ve built.]

Satan snapped out of it—not from his hatred of Envy, but because he couldn’t bear the thought of Asmodeus devouring all of his investments.

[And no way I’m letting that slut gobble it all up and walk away smiling.]

Leviathan calmed down too—not because her anger toward Satan faded, but because there was no way she could stand to see someone she’d envied for so long come out on top.

[It’s clear now—the Saint is way too strong. And Kanya, she’s not someone we can afford to underestimate anymore either. So what now? We need a plan.]

At Belphegor’s words, Satan growled.

[We’ll send more followers. If a hundred wasn’t enough, then send a thousand. No—ten thousand. I’ll throw in every last follower I’ve got. That should do it.]

[There’s no space for that, you brain-dead shitstain. I can only expand the battlefield so much with interference. There’s no room for ten thousand.]

Leviathan’s comment was picked up by Belphegor.

[And the more numbers we send in, the more our divinity risks being weakened. We now know for sure the Saint can use his abilities for large-scale attacks. Even if we fight, we don’t know how many followers we’ll lose. Even if we recapture Belia, it might end up making us even weaker—less able to fight Asmodeus.]

At that, Satan’s armor flared so intensely it glowed.

[Then I’ll descend in person! Like Mammon did!! That way we won’t lose any followers—and no matter how strong the Saint is, he won’t be able to beat me!!]

Leviathan let out a bitter laugh at that.

[You didn’t see what happened to Mammon? He descended like that—and got eaten by Asmodeus. Our real bodies are safer in the spirit realm.]

[Then what the fuck are we supposed to do?!]

Satan’s roar brought sudden silence.

What could they do?

A battle in the spirit realm wouldn’t guarantee victory.

In the worst-case scenario, Asmodeus could devour the divinity of all three of them and grow to a level they could never touch again.

Keeping the fight in the human world and limiting it to followers would be the safest—but the problem was the Saint and Kanya’s monstrous combat abilities.

Even that offered no guarantee. If anything went wrong, they’d lose so many followers that the three Demon Lords might end up even weaker.

Can’t do this. Can’t do that.

It was maddening.

Finally—

[The three of us alone aren’t enough.]

Leviathan voiced the cold truth.

[We need Lucifer’s help. Without him, we’re out of variables. At best, we’re looking at a 50-50 chance of beating Asmodeus—and if we lose, we’ll just keep bleeding followers.]

There was no objection.

Now that they’d seen it firsthand, it wasn’t the time to let pride get in the way.

Asmodeus had grown terrifyingly vast after devouring Mammon. At this rate, she really might consume the entire human world.

The three Demon Lords returned to Hell.

And sought out Lucifer.

[So... you need my help?]

[Yes, Lucifer.]

At Belphegor’s words, Lucifer chuckled bitterly.

[Fuck’s sake. Nothing ever goes easy, huh?]

Another chain appeared in Lucifer’s hand.

And then he pulled it tight—a heavy black chain.

[I’ve issued one more command to Asmodeus. The Saint won’t be able to use the time-stop ability anymore. I’ve sealed off her strongest authority. Will that be enough?]

The Demon Lords’ faces brightened.

But Lucifer’s did not.

His hand, clutching the chain, was trembling faintly.

A symptom of expending power he hadn’t accounted for.

[I won’t be able to hold her for long. The Pantheon’s resistance is growing stronger by the day. Controlling Asmodeus like this... even I can barely manage it. Seven days. That’s all I can give you.]

[That’s more than enough.]

Leviathan smiled.

[My followers haven’t taken any losses. If I mobilize them, we can split the two of them apart easily.]

[I’ll trust you. But if you fail even after all this... you’d better be ready to pay the price.]

Lucifer’s voice was calm as always—but the weight behind it was anything but quiet.

Feeling a chilling dread, the three Demon Lords hurriedly returned to the spirit realm.

Now, the core of the plan wasn’t Satan or Belphegor—but Leviathan.

Because she hadn’t lost any followers.

[I’ll move my followers. But that alone won’t be enough. I need help from both of you.]

[Say it.]

[What do you need?]

Leviathan turned to Belphegor.

[You have that one prized possession—second only to Belia. Give it to me.]

Belphegor’s face instantly twisted. The look of someone who absolutely didn’t want to give it up.

But the answer that came from her lips was the opposite.

[...You better make sure this works.]

[Of course. And Satan. Your sword. /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ I need Baltaluch.]

[Baltaluch?]

[We’ll arm Belphegor’s possession with that sword. It’ll take on the Saint. My followers will handle Kanya.]

Satan’s face also darkened.

But even he had no choice but to hand over the weapon with trembling hands.

[It’s too powerful for a mortal to wield. You’ll need to suppress its strength.]

[I know. Don’t worry.]

Grinning from ear to ear, Leviathan accepted Belphegor’s second-most-cherished possession and Satan’s demonic sword.

She slowly turned her gaze downward—to the Saint on the surface.

A twisted smile curled at the edge of Envy’s lips.

[This is going to be so much fun, Amayel. Just you wait.]

****

The bodies of Satan’s and Sloth’s fallen followers began to melt not long after death.

They dissolved completely into puddles of blood without even leaving behind bones, meaning there was no need to dig graves or bury anything.

In the meantime—

Kanya was arming herself with the guns looted from the followers.

“My limbs are like this, so I’ve always struggled with handling melee weapons properly, but firearms seem to solve that problem nicely.”

A revolver.

A bolt-action rifle.

And across her chest and waist, bandoliers loaded with bullets for each.

I couldn’t help but laugh, watching Kanya expertly check the condition of each weapon.

“I didn’t think you’d be that good with guns.”

“It’s my goddess’s authority. As long as it’s a weapon, I can wield it with ease. I can’t stay dead weight forever, you know.”

“You’re reliable now. Alright, shall we head out again?”

I knelt down and offered her my back.

Kanya climbed onto it.

“When do you think we’ll arrive?”

“It won’t take long.”

At my words, Kanya wrapped her arms tightly around my back.

“...Thank you.”

“I’m doing this for me. You don’t need to thank me. Ready? I’m moving.”

“Yes.”

Once I confirmed Kanya was properly clinging to my back, I prepared to bolt forward—

[Warning!!]

[Ability usage is restricted!]

[Time-stop unavailable!]

—Or I would have, if a bright red warning window hadn’t suddenly popped up in front of my eyes.

Wind suddenly began to howl in my ears.

I could feel cold.

The world, which had been frozen, suddenly began to move again.

[What the hell? Why is this happening? The time-stop just vanished?!]

Kon’s voice sounded just as confused as I felt.

[Skill unavailable!]

[Skill unavailable!]

I tried activating it several more times, but the answer was always the same.

I couldn’t use it anymore.

“W-What? Why is time... suddenly...?”

“I don’t know either. This is bad.”

My all-purpose armor and weapon were gone.

[...This feels way too coordinated, don’t you think?]

I agreed.

It was hard to explain this without assuming the three Demon Lords had orchestrated it.

[If the three Demon Lords aren’t complete idiots, there’s no way they’d miss this timing. Amayel, we need to move. If we don’t hurry—]

Kon was trying to speak urgently—when it happened.

As if on cue, the space in front of us ripped open, top to bottom.

And from within it, someone slowly began to walk out.

My eyes widened.

Kanya began to tremble.

And Kon...

[Shit. I think we’re fucked. What the hell is that thing?]

Crude—but unfortunately accurate.

I clenched my fist.

This wasn’t going to be an easy opponent.

And it made sense—

Because...

“...Legiones Ketraltus?”

The figure emerging from the rupture had once stood at Iomene’s side, as her personal guard.

But there were a few differences.

Unlike the Ketraltus unit we saw before, clad in shining white armor, this one was wearing jet-black plating.

Instead of bearing Dulaneor’s crest, his armor bore the symbol of the Demon Lord of Sloth.

He was holding a flaming sword that looked dangerously unstable.

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Red, murderous light glared out from beneath his helmet’s visor.

And—

He was aiming a cannon-sized revolver at me from his hip.