The final area of Redspring within the third red Core Wall was bustling with movement after was confirmed why Uphion took one of the Empire’s Dungeons but thanks to Rachel Winship, the most beautiful Heroine of all, the situation was mostly appeased with Uphion promising to still let people go there to train and gather resources but this didn’t change the fact it was needed extensive investigation to discover why a successor to a Divine’s Avatar had died.

“Heroine, I have a report and orders from the Empress.” The ugly priest from the second church shouted and interrupted the living Goddess Rachel’s beauty sleep after she had sex with her four husbands.

“Okay, just wait a moment.” Rachel arranged her silky red long hair and with her half-closed limpid golden eyes she went to open the door of her room while ignoring the Charity Spirit that is trembling and mumbling, ‘it was born! It had born! I can’t aggravate it! If I do it, the end of my Race will be nigh!’

“Can you wear some clothes?” The priest put his hand over his eyebrows.

“No, after this I will continue to sleep or go for another round.” Rachel sweetly replied while thinking, annoying. Why can’t I just kill him?

Ah, the Levels, I almost forgot about them after all the affection I received today.

“The frontier village number three hundred and thirty-three, Ironcrest, has been destroyed. It is close to here and because of traces of the Gate being opened, it is believed that Bashaag has not died.” The brown man said while giving her a written report.

Rachel silently looked at the paper report that she had received, fuck! I messed up. Did I lose any Levels because of it?

Rank: [B.] Level: [17,546]

She cried over the report, oh my God... I lost fucking three hundred and thirty-three Levels. What is with the fucking coincidence of numbers? Is it your revenge? For letting you guys die? You bunch of NPCs! Motherfuc-

“I can understand your pain.” The priest said, crying for another reason. “They were honorable citizens that had sacrificed their lifespans to protect us from Naturals and alert us when some empire attacks. They didn’t deserve to die! If only we were able to properly kill Bashaag.”

“...yeah! They didn’t deserve this, if only I was stronger.” Rachel followed the priest’s misunderstanding. “But we still have Bashaag’s corpse, how did he destroy the village? There is a cooldown for a Devil to come back to the Material Plane after it had lost a part of its power when forcibly sent to the Nether. So it means, I haven’t killed him, however, this makes no sense.”

“We checked with the Divine of my church, the Goddess of False Death and Solitude, and it seems Bashaag had an ability called [Shadow Form] that let his soul escape his body and take a weaker black form of himself. He probably used it to feign death and then attack Ironcrest to gather Black Elementals to go back to Aether without receiving a drop in his power.”

“He got us.” Rachel just wished the [Soul Purifier] ability was more powerful and good to use in the middle of the battle.

“Yes… what is strange is that there is a body buried in Ironcrest and there is an empty still intact house. Villagers from the Frontier Villages shouldn’t have the habit of burying people, never there was someone there to teach this custom, we only pass to them a selected reviewed knowledge to not make them grow culturally, how did they learn this custom?”

“Hmm, maybe a villager was able to defeat the weaker form of Bashaag or someone passing through ended up burying a villager by pity.” Good job, NPC. If I had SP like the heroes of the elves, dwarves or the Myths, I would have been able of killing Bashaag. I have to feign to have one to make the people trust more in my power but why don’t I have it? Is it some kind of bug that the Association forgot? I remember that Alastor and the one in the Beastfolk's place also hadn’t what-

“Aside from it, the Empress said to you continue here for the time and help the mayor of here to take care of invading Myths. You and your Spirit are still hurt so the Empress’ objective is most likely to have you rest.”

“Okay, I will stay here.” And have a lot of sex, never I had a chance to satisfy my lust so much, I need to enjoy every second of it.

“And the [Guards] also said that the girl you talked about was given a free pass.”

“Oh… good.” I kind of forgot about her but this is good, with this there are only two more good actions to do before leveling up or I could just go and kill things to receive XP… meh, too boring.

“Are you sure you don’t want to us go and discover if she is a Devil or that the boy is a Devil corrupting her?” The brown-skinned man asked with concern.

“Nah… ahem.” Rachel coughed to disguise her slip-up. “I mean… the girl is probably only unlucky for arriving here at this time and her Rank is only H, no need to be cruel to that pure girl that worked so hard to protect her friend.”

“What a kind [Heroine], forgive me for doubting you.” He bowed.

“It is fine, you can go now.” Rachel smiled.

After the priest excused himself, Rachel’s smile disappeared while her Spirit that instead of pupils, had inverted triangles in its eyes, denoting it as a Water Spirit. It has changed the disk and was talking now, ‘why have I been created with [Soul Over Sensitive]? Now I know that monster was born ahead of the time!’

Should I care about its nonsense? Hmm… Nah! It is probably just another bug and I am too lustful right now to care for-

“Do you want another round?”The husbands 1 to 4 called her from the bed.

“I am going num-” oops, almost used the numbers I gave them on my head. “I am going now.” This game has its bugs, but here I can have sex with four guys and they still love me the same.

Banzai to polyandry.

This is heaven.

“I like you much more in this way, calm and happy just like I first met you.” Third husband, the Demon, caressed Rachel and began the action with joy of temporally having his easy-going and gentle wife back again.

“I also like more when I don't have to kill anyone and just be a normal girl,” Rachel replied as her lust dominated her.

While Rachel was having another round with her husbands, the Charity Spirit reached a conclusion. ’I just need to not tell anyone about it. Nothing can stop that monster, even Lord Caelum or Bob can do it. So I will use my Charity Powers to take the Pity Route by helping him and the monster won’t note me when he destroys everything in his path. I will survive!’, it crazily laughed.

***

The Aether.

The home of both Spirits and Devils, the ones created by the only two Superiors Gods in Fuderspy.

While the Spirits on the Ether part of the Immaterial Plane were living in tranquility, the Devils in the Nether of the Immaterial weren’t so much as this was season to their Lord, Asmolor, began to rape to all female Devils with hopes to the fourth Devil coming from an actual womb to be born, Asmolor don’t consider that failure of nature as something of his blood, and to also kill any male Devil in his way to absorb their power with another hope to finally defeat his Archenemy, Caelum.

All the more powerful Devils had hidden deep in their layers with exception of Asmolor’s brother and the Lord of the Lust Layer, this season was the reason Bashaag tried to escape by staying awhile in the Material Plane but it was almost in vain as he got killed by that impertinent child and traitorous weak Devil.

Imp, the first Devil and elder brother of Asmolor, silently observed the whole process with clear disgust in his face. He thought, Sloth and Lust had really won, he not even wants more to materialize himself.

Asmolor stoically did the ‘service’ without even having a form, he was just an amorphous black sludge moving around without the grace and beauty of being the Lord of half of the Aether.

Asmolor, I despise you. Instead of ruling above your Sins, you are being controlled by them. Our Goddes watching us inside of her seal must be regretting creating you. She didn’t create us to what you made the Nether be, it was supposed to only the Demons in the Material Plane to have the roles of ‘Villains’ to the Material Race, and what happened? Now the roles are all reversed.

What an irony, the-

“Imp, come to meet me at the vault. I’ve finished for now and need of the ‘Moon’ to find a suitable seed to be born.” Asmolor transmitted his thoughts to Imp as he disappeared from the Pride Layer.

Imp sighed and began to flap his small black wings to his inevitable death at the hands of his brother.

It took me two days, but I have handled Bashaag using my Authority of being the first Devil and sent him to a random warlock capable of teleporting himself, to make certain that Greed Devil won’t meet Asmolor and screw up my sacrifice.

He used the power of his Dark Star Eyes and opened a portal to the chamber where Asmolor is, niece, since you have not appeared here after being hit by the flames of Bashaag, means you have survived and my sacrifice won’t be in vain.

Caressing his bald head, he remembered of the hardships that his niece had to bear, I’m sorry for not being able to protect you. The best I could do was to use my Authority and completely erase the worst memories that would make you think of committing suicide.

But I couldn’t erase everything because if I did that you wouldn’t be you anymore.

I’m a failure as an uncle. I never was able of diminishing your pain and the only thing I did was making certain you would continue as the only Devil outside of the Concept of Evil and Damnation branded on us when we are created by Black Elementals or by our Goddess.

Imp for his niece that he finally discovered where she was, sent to her the Artifact which will make her life easier and for doing that is certain that Imp will die today. He doesn’t want to the only real family of him to suffer again and he lived long enough to not have much more regrets.

Arriving at the Silver Crescent Moon’s chamber, he began to slowly drag his small build by the floor of an ocean of blood and bones from the [Warlocks] that have gone against their contracts or dared to contract a Demon instead of a Devil.

Walking to his execution he thought about his more than two billions of years of existence, it were quite long and hard years, it is kind of lonely being the only Devil without a Sin and not having that desire to kill everything, if I hadn’t been granted with Authority because of our Goddess’ pity, I don’t think I would have survived until now.

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Our Goddess made a mistake and the first Devil was a failure, but the next one that she made was the pinnacle of everything, the second Devil had all the Sins and was granted with the Evil Throne.

Imp chuckled, the pinnacle of everything? Only if you don’t consider the ability to be a good father.

He looking up saw the bloody vault of this chamber together with his brother waiting for him still not materialized.

Imp began to fly to meet his brother while continuing to have an imaginary conversation with the niece that he had let escape years ago. Be careful in the Material Plane and don’t be captured again, being alive for so many years made me be able to learn somethings about the Gift with the [Warlocks] I made contracts.

You can never let a priest force you to pray to Caelum or let them use their soul purifying techniques. When they do any of these things I have described, your Race percentage will drop and if it reaches zero… in that moment there is nothing able to save you from being ‘erased’ by Bob.

“Imp, why you were away for two days?” The sludge rippled with Asmolor’s voice.

“I was just taking care of a troubling contract.” Could be he had already discovered? If so, I will destroy my soul and-

“This time I will make a perfect Heiress that will match my current Heir,” Asomolor said after his small curiosity was satiated without caring for what Imp is thinking. “Now I have more experience of going against the Concept that Devils can’t be ‘born’, only created. I assure you, it will only take me ten thousand years to make another heiress.”

“Eternal glory to the wielder of the Evil Throne, he will...” Imp sang the stupid anthem created by a tone-deaf [Warlock], well, he will kill me and make another deplorable niece, but the Nether needs another heiress, so I have to sing this horrible song to congratulate him.

“This song is always perfect, no matter how many times I listen to it.” The sludge ‘bounced’ in joy. “Imp, you are my most loyal Devil and my only true brother. You even used your hands to get rid of that disgusting defect heiress. After I discovered its thoughts, I couldn’t even bear to be in the same Layer that thing was.”

“I only did my job and brothers are there to help each other. I recall our Goddess always said that.” Imp showed a false smile.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough for all your years of service. You will always be my beloved brother.”

Do you even know what is ‘love’ to call me ‘beloved’? I don’t know what ‘true love’ is, but I at least know what parental love is because of my niece.

The loathsome sludge turned to the vault. “My brother, open the vault. I will pick the reformed artifact of our Race.”

Imp used his Authority to open the bloody vault while making his final wishes.

Niece, I hope that you find happiness in the Material Plane.

Now it is time for this old man discover where the souls of Devils go when they truly die.

Goodbye.

A blazing silver light came from the opened vault, scorching all the blood and bones in the chamber.

This light is!

“Our artifact [Silver Crescent Moon] is showing its noble light. It must be really pissed off by the last being I tried to put it on to her receive [Evil Charm].” Asmolor absorbed the tiny silver crescent moon, not giving chance to Imp see its engravings better.

“Why are you so surprised?” Asmolor asked Imp.

“I-I just was surprised to see its powers. You know I am easily impressed.” Imp gave an excuse while hiding his widened eyes.

What happened? Now it was time for me die, how can the Artifact I sent to niece be here?

“I am going now to the Lust Layer to see its Lord, who do you think it would be better to govern the Nether while I am absent?”

“Give it to the Sloth manager or the Pride manager,” Imp said after recovering his composure and making theories about what exactly happened with the Artifact.

“Sloth then. Pride Devils are too stupid. Goodbye, I am going to copulate now.”

Asmolor disappeared and Imp losing his strength sank in the ashes made by the light of the moon artifact.

I have survived, but… how the Artifact-

“Could be my niece was truly killed by an archbishop? If not, the only other alternative is that someone outside Fate and Destiny and with a [Job] has made some kind of miracle or that the Artifact didn't want to merge with her.

“I will have to investigate. I wouldn’t be able to sleep without discovering what happened to her and I am kind of worried about what she is eating, maybe souls or Black Elementals?”

“Now, where I would go if I was my niece? She is in Wizcalen and hates [Warlocks], so… Free Cities!”

I forgot about explaining to her about that place!

Imp’s body was surrounded by pure Black Force and he raised his body with motivation not seen normally within him. “Niece, I am coming to you!”

Unfortunately, as he raised his body, the Gate, a purple pentagram, to the Material Plane appeared beneath him and began to suck his body while draining him of a good part of his power. “Impossible! How can there be still someone alive that can summon-”

Imp disappeared from Nether and the only remaining thing in his original location was a piece of paper with a drawing of smiley faces and rainbows made by a child within it.

***

Two days earlier than the other events, Shiro with his angular build and long blond hair began to save all the data of the fight with Alderam Udalth, he thought, he has the same surname of Alastor, could the two of them be related? I hope not, nothing of good comes when you become close to an Invader.

The only Invaders I know of are Alastor, Rachel and possibly the hero of the Beastfolks. What a strange coincidence now that I think about it, the three empires that the Invaders belong to are in alliance in this World War.

These Invaders seem to think that Fuderpsy is just a game, He sighed, I can kind of understand why, there are messages with numbers and Demons, Myths and Dwarves. But the Invaders to me… I don’t know, they feel to me as if they aren’t from the same Earth that I came from.

And why the Gift regard them as ‘Invaders’ or why they don’t have SP?

A man with bl-, no. I hate you. I forgot you are here. You don't deserve to be described, to me you are only the nickname I made for you, ‘Kuzo’.

“What incredible numbers, with all this data the Project Chimera will be a success,” Kuzo said with his bl-, stop. You won't be described, motherfucker.

“...Yeah.” Shiro gave a dispirited answer. “Although Alderam has killed the Chimera in a crazy way, actually, I don’t even know how it was possible. I understand the physics behind the concept, but there is no way he knew it and how the Chimera… ’exploded’ because of it, it is just impossible… I will just take that magic in this situation was above physics, if not...”

“But with this information, we will be able to correct the Chimera’s weaknesses, like the hole under its chin because the flesh tissue was not able to withstand the poison on its jaw,” Kuzo said.

“Kuzo, why we didn’t correct the hole before sending it to fight?”

“Father-in-law, my name is not ‘Kuzo’ and I think you were distracted after playing a round of Uno with my wife by the mana projector.”

“Who are you calling father-in-law or wife? My daughter is still a child, you ped-”

“Father-in-law, she is already an adult by Elves’ standards and any other standard, and we love each other. Marriage is not further away.”

“Shut up! I will kill you.” Shiro activated his SP.

“No, you, an ‘Owl Father’ won’t. Because you know your daughter will be sad about me dying.”

“I really hate you, Kuzo.” Shiro clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“My name is not ‘Kuzo’. And I like you, my teacher.” Kuzo smiled.

“We won’t be working for some time in the Chimera, I am kind of under the weather right now,” Shiro said sinking into his chair and deactivating his Soul Skill.

“Because of Alderam Udalth’s village?” Kuzo looked at the record of the fight. “I am also with a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Yes, in war is expected to innocents die. If it is because of orders or my ideals, I would be able of shouldering their lives and swear to properly end the World War to make their sacrifices worth. But there is no meaning in killing Alderam’s village and it was caused by us underestimating Bashaag’s power.” Shiro closed his lime green eyes imagining their deaths.

“Only a Devil would attack a frontier village, the Empires already has taken their lifespan, talents and even the possibility of the villagers to obtain a combat oriented [Job]. All of this to bring safety to the others Empires’ citizens. But because we let loose a Devil, we now even took their lives.”

Hmm, how Alderam had [Water Ball] or that spell he used to kill the Chimera? Isn’t it impossible to him also leave the villager no mattering if it is destroyed?

“Not even dare to tell this to my daughter. I deserve to be hated by her. However, I don’t want her to lose the faith in our Empire’s orders.” Shiro said pointing an imaginary gun at Kuzo.

“I won’t. It would bring her too much sorrow. She is the friend of someone in a frontier village of our Empire. In the end, why we attacked the [Heroine] of Wizcalen using a Devil? You didn’t tell me anything, it were orders from the higher-ups?”

“Yes.” Shiro frowned. “Before I explain the reason to attack Rachel, how about a history lesson first?”

“I’m all ears.” Kuzo shrugged while perceiving the pun he made.

“My world had several wars and some almost lasted a millennium to end. There is some disagreement among scholars about the exact years, however, you got my point. But Fuderpsy is technically at World War state for more than ten thousand years with short intervals of rest. Why do you think there is so much difference between the duration of the wars of my world and of Fuderpsy?”

“Hmm, the Divines?”

“They are part of the reason because they were once the more powerful in this world. But the real reason I am talking about is…” Shiro made a dramatic pause. “Fear.”

“Of what?”

“Mutual Assured Destruction, M.A.D., the Emperors, Empresses, Caelum, and Asmolor are so powerful that if they fight or use hidden Artifacts, the whole Fuderpsy would be destroyed. So the war never had a grand fight or the Divines were needed to intervene. That is the reason there are only ‘small’ conflicts and the war until now hadn’t finished.”

“So when will this war end?”

“If this war continues with the Humans allied with the Beastfolks. The Demons neutral. The Dwarves and Elves allied too. And the Myths as separate power alone. The war at this rate would end in ‘peace’ in some centuries. Just like the Cold War.”

“But there are ‘variables’ that won’t let the war end in peace, right?” Kuzo asked.

“Yes, there are [Heroes] just like me that their existences are unbalancing the fine equilibrium that the nations are, by making the stagnated technology progress or gradually raising the scales of the conflict. And the biggest variable is Free Cities. Nobody can really understand what that thing is.”

“So that was the reason to attack Rachel Winship. To kill her.”

“No, you're still too young. You don’t understand the adults’ thoughts. If we kill a [Heroine], another will just be summoned in the place and the fallen [Heroine] will become some kind of martyr. You need to kill the [Heroine] after the final battle or just before it.” Shiro corrected Kuzo while shaking his head at the stupidity of his student.

“Father-in-law, I am certain that I am at least twice-”

“Whatever. You are still just a student.” Shiro coughed. “Back to the subject, we made a deal with Bashaag to make Rachel be wounded and stay at Redspring for at least two months, but we… underestimated Bashaag’s power and… you know.”

“Don’t worry, I understood your meaning.”

“With Rachel staying at Redspring, we will be able to accomplish two objectives using the [Royal Guard] Slime to attack her at the end of the next month.”

“Oh. That thing. Lately, the Myths are really being unlucky.”

“Yes, after the slime attack, the relationship between Wizcalen and the Myths will become worse and we will discover if the Eternal Slime Queen is still alive or not. There is no way with her powers she won’t know that her [Royal Guard] is receiving damage at another empire. So, even she appears all the objectives will be accomplished.”

“The higher-ups are amazing to think of this plan.”

“I am tired. I don’t want to work for some time.”

“So what will you do?”

“Let’s just activate the slime and schedule to it attack Redspring at the end of the next month. After it, we will immediately go back home.”

“Already?”

“Yes, I want to see my daughter to recover my mood.”

“I also want to do it,” Kuzo said.

“You have a daughter?” Shiro asked knowing that with Kuzo’s age is not abnormal to already have a daughter.

“No, I am talking about your daughter,” Kuzo smirked.

“Kuzo!” Shiro shouted activating his Soul Skill. “I will kill you!”

Kuzo laughed as he evaded the attacks of his infuriated teacher.