Having every limb smashed to pieces, leaving only my body and head barely intact like a Daruma doll, is an experience that is both intensely irritating and exceedingly rare. Probably the sort of thing a normal human would go through once in a lifetime, if ever...
...
No, of course. Anyone who experiences that sort of thing is almost certainly going to die.
...And now, I am dying like one of the few who have.
Cause of death?
That beast in front of me, glaring at me with nothing but a cold, merciless stare.
“Ufufufufufu.”
Like a specimen butterfly dangling in midair, Tristan was pinned in place by something even my [Rinnegan] could not comprehend, his arms spread in a T-shape like Jesus on the cross, while the fallen Servants had melted into something limp and dough-like.
Even those dough-like remnants were still firing off something that looked like prana in every direction, so it was astonishing that they retained the rank of Heroic Spirits in that state. Or perhaps that beast had made their spiritual bodies into that.
There was no way to know, in truth. Trying to know was itself a luxury... because even if I poured in every ounce of wisdom, wealth, and even myself, escaping this predicament would be impossible.
Yes, overwhelming force that could never be resisted, let alone defeated.
Kiara Sessyoin, whose face had been dyed scarlet by my self-detonation, looked down at me with a gaze filled not with lust, but with cold hatred and contempt, and utterly ravaged me. What made it even more miserable was that even that sight stirred something primitive and carnal within me.
She pressed her soft foot down on my body, every limb already severed away.
Not to grant pleasure, nor humiliation, but for the sole purpose of inflicting pain.
“Ghk...!”
“How painful. You can feel suffering, and you can feel agony. Wonderful. The sensation of being a living thing is truly splendid. Please, savor the feeling of writhing like an insect to your heart’s content... or perhaps, would you like to mingle with ‘those’?”
“...Mud, those things...”
“Comparing them to that chrysalis, which has not even properly metamorphosed into Human Evil, feels... rude. Isn’t it beautiful? Perhaps that is the very essence of humanity... though it seems that thought does not arise within you, Master of Chaldea.”
“You’re joking... You don’t even think of us as human in the first place, do you...? A woman who became Human Evil purely as the incarnation of self-love...”
“You know so very much. I’m almost curious where that knowledge comes from. Did all of it truly come from the Root? If so, why is it still unknowable...?”
A finger touched me.
The instant it touched my forehead, a bizarre sensation and pain, as though [Rhongomyniad] itself were rummaging through my skull, swept through my entire body, and ‘knowledge’ surged into my head like a storm.
What I had learned from Alice Kuonji, Magic Circuits, attributes, traits, Origin, aptitude for Magic Circuits, seals, [Ploy Kickshaw], [Diddle Diddle], the basics of crafting Mystic Codes from 127 kinds of ore including obsidian, the advanced course, the fundamentals of flame magecraft and the basics of entering the Fifth Magic, homunculus creation, dolls identical to human beings, curses, Command Spells that bind Servants, Reinforcement, emergency evasion, a pigeon Mystic Code made by grinding red jade, the Origin of Yumina and the secret of the First Magician, the seventh Executor that suppresses the false savior, how to neutralize five trump cards against the enforcement of Sealing Designation, six cards for recruiting and countering the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors in history including the extra-unit Michael Roa Valdamjong, the secret arts of Atlas, Nigel’s love potion and antidote formula, forging holy swords...
The countless pieces of knowledge and experience I had accumulated over my life were literally lined up like printed text, crawling over my body.
The printed words burst forth, turning into a hideous curse that wrapped around my entire body and tried to be sucked into her.
[◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎!]
“Ugh...! Ah, haa... Hoo, how long has it been since I last received pain like this? Truly, it feels like a strange pleasure and delight, fuu... I think.”
She was bleeding.
Blood was flowing from the body of a woman who looked like she could be bitten by a tiger and still not bleed, a woman who seemed more likely to make the tiger aroused instead.
At that absurdly ironic sight, just as I stared up at her blankly...
“Ugh... uweeeek!!”
Blood spilled from her mouth.
With black blood pouring endlessly from her mouth and nose, she stepped on it as though even that pleased her, and slowly walked toward me.
“If I wanted to kill you, I’m sure I could do so as many times as I wished... and yet, why is it unknowable? Knowledge too is a kind of pleasure. Ah... please, show me the things inside you as well.”
“Fuck... go to hell, you crazy bitch... ghk!”
Once again, her finger touched me, and my self deep within the depths of knowledge was invaded.
My identity began to turn over, and the common sense and memories that formed my foundation ran wild and flipped inside out. It changed from the grand cause of the Restoration of the Human Order to Kiara’s personal desire, and my gaze and emotions fluctuated madly according to hormones.
Memories were extracted and sucked into her fingertip, and at the same time my existence was grotesquely altered and absorbed into her.
And then...
[◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎◼︎!!!!!!!!!!]
“Ahh... ah, hhaaah! Haa, hoo... Just what are you...? I thought you were merely the Root, but can something born from the Root resist this much? Who you are... what you are... I can feel nothing but the urge to learn more, to fill my entire body with it... Yes, I want you. From the very tip of your nails to the marrow at the center of your bones...!”
“Fuc...k...!”
Now I was afraid.
I had never imagined that simply having my existence twisted and corrupted would be this agonizing.
...And yet, even so...
“If I give up here...”
“My, my... give up? You will not give up on the Restoration of the Human Order. You will merely do it not for yourself, but only for ‘me’... You will defeat the Human Evil of compassion for my sake, and deal with the other Human Evils as well... solely for me. But before that...”
She touched me again.
But unlike before, she did not twist my existence or seduce me. She merely wrapped me gently in her arms and spoke.
“Please, won’t you tell me? If you do, then yes, I am more than willing to help you as well. I will gladly help your Restoration of the Human Order... All that is needed is a slight change in your ‘perspective’ on the world. The people you cherish, the people you trust... what meaning do they have? The only thing that matters is yourself, so for my sake... restore the Human Order.”
...Perhaps that last line was the most effective blow she had dealt so far.
Kiara Sessyoin, Human Evil Beast. She would help me. She was a Beast, so would she really lie...? No, if I simply agreed to those words right now, wouldn’t I be able to escape this situation immediately?
Couldn’t I, at last, escape the pain that far surpassed all the suffering I had endured until now, and perhaps... even I could carry out the Restoration of the Human Order more easily?
The words Jorchen, the world... and the countless people who had spoken to me swirled through my mind, while Kiara’s sweet, intoxicating voice softly coiled around my ears.
Unlike my arms and legs, which had already been replaced by doll-like limbs, the regenerated parts of my body were transmitting her soft touch.
“Please tell me, for my sake... what is your plan? How... do you intend to restore the Human Order? Please tell me as well, for my sake, for your sake... I think it is all right to rest now... so please...!”
“Please, what? What exactly do you want from me...? If it’s for pleasure, then you don’t need me for that...”
“How delightful, to be ignorant in such a field. The desires of this world are all mine, my Root... and that is what I am. Your power, your knowledge... all of it is mine as well.”
Yes, this was Kiara.
Extreme egoism: everything in this world was hers, had to be hers, and everything in this world was to be arranged solely for her.
“The source of power... is it merely because of these eyes? Nonsense. If that were so, then you would be no different from that fool who reached perfect nothingness, or from a vulgar woman whose Root was embodied in human form... Now then, I want to see more and more of your essence, ahh... For the first time, I feel the sensation of desiring someone other than myself. Now, clear away the obstacles and a little more... a little more...!”
The mud gathered all at once, transforming into a large sphere, an oval... and finally into something modeled after a male phallus.
She naturally inserted it into her own body, and with a beauty so overwhelming it became frightening, she said:
“Five thousand demonic beasts are gathered within my body. Five Heroic Spirits have become one with me, and even after devouring two hundred thousand soldiers, my hunger has not subsided... Yes, unless I literally swallow this entire Earth whole, it will not end! And yet, why is it that you cannot swallow even a single word...?”
“Yeah, maybe your vessel’s too small...”
“So you’ve come to your senses. Excellent. Then, since you’ve managed to stand up properly, would you answer me? What do you think... is the source of this power...?”
“...Go screw yourself.”
“It can’t be helped. If simple contact is not enough... fufu, you may consider this an honor.”
With those words, she began to shed her skin one layer at a time, like a snake molting.
She, who was Human Evil while wearing the vestiges of civilization created by humanity, threw all of it away and returned to her original form, crawling toward me on all fours and slowly pressing me down.
“Now then, look closely at my face... and remember. And now, become truly one. Entrust your body solely to pleasure... and offer everything you have to me.”
“Wow... wow, wow...!”
“What the hell are you standing there gawking at!? Why aren’t you running already, damn it!!!”
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