Chapter 109: The End of Pleasure, Project Wandering Gods Begins
Though an evil god, she was still a god.
Killing the Master of Lust was not so simple. As Hachiman's sword struck the sleeping sanctuary, she jerked awake, instantly substituting herself with a sacrificial doll to negate the blow.
In a desperate surge of power, the [Mother God of Lust] dragged Hachiman into a new dimension.
This was the manifestation of her core essence.
The terrain and space warped completely under her influence.
Hachiman felt himself inverted and flipped, shifting from four dimensions to 3D space, while the sky above raced through a kaleidoscope of bizarre, grotesque imagery.
The apocalyptic wasteland Hachiman had created vanished, replaced by a different kind of graveyard—or rather, a battlefield. Samurai in Sengoku-era armor rampaged across the land, burning and looting. Great castles crumbled in flames as soldiers and early sorcerers alike perished in the slaughter.
Hachiman realized these were scenes from a thousand years ago, the era when the Four Evil Gods were born. War, death, and plague had ravaged the land, creating the desperate need that allowed the Four Saints Cult to flourish. The scene shifted to the cult's followers distributing porridge to refugees and healing the wounded, a calculated display of benevolence.
To an outsider, they might seem saintly, but Hachiman knew the truth: these gods were parasites who turned their followers into tools for "faith production." In the Master of Lust's realm, people were locked away in darkness to vent their desires endlessly, revived by the god the moment they died of exhaustion just to start again.
The god herself finally appeared.
"Powerful warrior, I do not know how I have offended you."
The voice was soft and fragile, seemingly devoid of divine majesty.
A white-haired woman walked toward Hachiman, her face heavily made up and seductive. She wore a thin, black silk dress so tight it looked ready to tear, revealing glimpses of skin through its transparency. A beauty mark sat at the corner of her right eye, and her gaze was filled with a tender, watery affection.
On a television screen, she would be hailed as a legendary temptress.
But Hachiman's resistance was absolute.
"You aren't worth a single hair of Slaanesh."
To him, this "Mother God" looked like nothing more than a high-end escort.
"I truly care for these commoners," she pleaded, her eyes welling with tears.
"In times of war, they couldn't even eat. In my Palace of Pleasure, they want for nothing and experience ultimate joy. What is my crime?"
"Evil path. Execution is the only answer," Hachiman replied flatly.
The goddess's face twisted in indignation.
"Evil and justice are defined by you humans! We were born from your prayers. If we are polluted, it is because your desires turned from simple needs to sensory stimulation. You nourished us, and now you condemn us?"
"Save it, Excellency."
With a wave of her hand, the battlefield transformed into a palace of unimaginable luxury. Gold was the cheapest material; walls were encrusted with gems that mimicked a starry sky.
The room was filled with "playthings"—gold, silver, and luxury brand bracelets.
A table groaned under the weight of a feast, but Hachiman frowned at the plating: the dishes were served on severed human palms, and the "food" looked suspiciously like eyeballs.
Her servants were young girls Hachiman's age, dressed glamorously but acting indecently. They sent him passionate invitations with a single glance: Come play.
"A misunderstanding between us. Today, I am the host," the goddess said, mimicking the "drinking table culture" she had learned from a monk.
Two twin beauties walked barefoot toward Hachiman, reaching out to lead him to his seat. But the moment they touched him, they instantly ignited into human torches.
The holy fire consumed them, spreading to the carpets, the paintings, and all the "servants." The palace became a sea of flames.
"End this crude deception." Hachiman pointed his burning sword at her.
If he were her, he would have called the other three gods for a joint attack. Instead, she tried to corrupt his will with cheap luxury.
It was an insult to the honor of a scion of Sanguinius.
"Do you truly intend to kill us all?" The goddess's face darkened. She felt she had been humble enough, yet this human persisted.
Hachiman could feel compassion for a person who had lost their way, but for the source of a thousand years of horror, there was no mercy.
Only a dead evil god is a good evil god.
The goddess's face split open. Her mouth widened to thirty times its original size, becoming a bloody maw. Her skin cracked, replaced by pink scales. Her body bloated into a winding, maggot-like serpent.
This was her true form—a massive collective of desire.
The fragrance she emitted was a lethal toxin.
The palace collapsed under her growing bulk. They fell back into the ruined third ring of her realm. Without warning, she fired a massive purple beam of energy. It swallowed everything in its path, but Hachiman simply flicked his sword upward, warping the beam so it struck the neighboring ring, causing a violent explosion.
The worm-like god had no limbs, relying on her indestructible scales and massive weight. But a golden flash cut across her body, followed by a spray of pink blood. A wound deep enough to see bone appeared.
"Thick skin," Hachiman noted. He had aimed to cleave her like a steak, but her sheer mass and high-speed regeneration acted as a shield. She even bit off her own dead, scorched flesh to speed up the healing.
Hachiman clapped his hands together. [Blood Manipulation] Secret Technique: Piercing Blood.
Massive pillars of blood erupted from the ground, skewering the serpent. While the god's regeneration was fast, Hachiman triggered the blood spikes to explode within her body.
BOOM! Dozens of "miniature nuclear" explosions went off every second. The Master of Lust was torn apart from the inside; organs and bone fragments were blasted out of her massive frame. After just a few minutes, she was heavily wounded and bleeding from everywhere.
"Damn you!"
Driven by a mix of agony and its attendant pleasure, the goddess unleashed her final gambit. She shattered her own Divine Realm. The three rings and the palace disintegrated, exposing the space beyond.
They were now in a "Wave Universe"—a shimmering, kaleidoscopic void with a black hole at its center. This was the [Locked Space], the barrier that prevented the gods from entering the human world and forced them to use the Ghost Post Office as a medium.
Even the gods were fragile before the devouring force of this void.
She had lured him here to use the barrier to execute him. She only had three minutes of activity in this space before sustaining irreversible damage herself, but she was willing to risk it to kill this human.
However, Hachiman manifested a giant psychic arm. It snatched the wounded, bone-exposed goddess like an eagle catching a chick.
"How...?" she gasped as her blood was instantly vaporized by the Locked Space. She had the home-field advantage of knowledge, yet this human acted like he owned the place.
Hachiman slammed the giant serpent against the "Friction Wall"—the area where the void's destructive power was most concentrated.
Her divine essence shattered like bubbles.
Between Hachiman's damage and the void's crushing force, she let out one final, shrill scream before being imprisoned forever in the dark.
The Master of Lust has fallen.
At that moment, Yukinoshita Yukino, who was training, felt a psychic shockwave.
An emergency message from the Ghost Post Office flashed in her mind:
[The God of Love and Pleasure has fallen!]
[ATTENTION: EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS ACTIVATED!]
[Preliminary Plan: Wandering Gods, Initiated.]
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