Otherworld TRPG Game Master

The opportunity would come. It always did.

Evil God-chan had the patience to wait for a millennium. It was a fundamental virtue of beings with infinite lifespans, and she had been created with that trait.

Thus, she could wait—especially when the chance before her was inevitable. There was no trace of anxiety or restlessness. Instead, Evil God-chan reflected in a calmness that felt oddly assured.

Crazy Wizard would inevitably screw over the Succubus Queen

Kagagack──!!

She deflected the attack with her dragon scales. The Queen spun gracefully to disperse the impact, her lips curving into a faintly troubled smile.

“Eueum, it seems like 『Heroine』 is working, but why isn’t there any reaction⋯⋯.”

“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”

A few dragon scales splintered, cracking away and falling.

Evil God-chan, who had initially assumed the appearance of a tall, slender beauty with black hair, had drastically reduced her form to gain a tactical edge (it was actually because the battle had worn down her data).

She now looked like a sixteen-year-old girl with her arms still partially covered in scales.

Huug. She let out a restrained breath.

To be honest, Evil God-chan was being thoroughly outclassed by the Queen. It was all because of that damn Crazy Wizard. After slicing her limbs off, he had attached bizarre replacements. If she had been in her original form, she could have easily obliterated the Queen.

Ah, how magnificent life had been as a being capable of sowing seeds of chaos in the minds of countless people and harvesting them while spreading her vast wings across the skies. Although 93% of her original self had been stripped away, and the memories of her true power remained fragmented…

Even so, she could still recall her own overwhelming might—her wings that once shadowed half the world. But now⋯⋯

Click click-!

She was being pushed back by a mere prototype.

The sound of clicking drew closer. Calculating with cold precision, Evil God-chan estimated she had about ten minutes of subjective time before she was entirely neutralized.

Ten minutes. Such a short span, enough to make Evil God think, ‘To thinkI had become so weak,’ but it seemed like it was the opposite for the Queen.

The Queen, evidently surprised that this fragment had held out for so long, voiced her curiosity aloud.

“You’re far more durable than I thought⋯⋯? Is it because you’re turning your blade against your creator?”

“You’re just fucking trash. No brain. No skill.”

“Such venomous words⋯⋯ I’ll be increasing the severity of your ‘punishment’ later. How about you choose your words more carefully and with a hint of respect?”

“What is this dumbass even talking about?”

While it was because of the Crazy Wizard that she was currently being overwhelmed, she had survived this long also thanks to him.

The malignant data he had crammed into her⋯⋯ such as Hyeyoung-hyun’s guides on applying makeup like a fox, or absurdly detailed statistics on ribbon angles and sizes affecting impressions⋯⋯ had given her more depth as a『Heroine』.

By subtly exploiting these trivial triggers, she managed to delay the Queen’s assaults, buying herself precious time.

She even leaked select pieces of sensitive information only she could access, forcing the Queen to tread cautiously. She made it a game, pretending that she would rather destroy this information than let it fall into enemy hands.

“You know⋯⋯ you called me a crude prototype, right? I was aware that the succubi was someone’s creation, but could there have been an improved version after me?”

“There is. A far more stable model than your flawed design. In the East⋯⋯.”

At that moment.

BOOOOM──!!

The area near the Queen’s heart exploded. The moment had finally arrived.

Crazy Wizard had triggered something—a reaction tied to feelings of love—that detonated within the Queen. To the opponent going against not only Evil God-chan but also the Purple Tower Master!

Evil God-chan felt a surge of delight. A critical blow!

I had been waiting for this, Queen.

The Queen had two choices now: to either accept her death with dignity or to struggle and flee in desperation.

If she chose the latter, there were three potential escape routes available.

The first was into Yuri Lanster’s mind, guarded by the Crazy Wizard. Escaping this way would bring her to the Academy.

However, awaiting her there was the fully prepared Crazy Wizard with blazing eyes, guarding Yuri with his real body. Considering she had already been beaten the hell out in her homeground of the Mental Realm, the outcome of an IRL PVP was obvious.

If he had abandoned Yuri earlier, he would have beaten her up and won this battle ages ago.

The second option was the Third Prince’s mind, where the Violet Magic Tower Master was unleashing wide-range Metamorphosis attacks in a fit of fury. This route also led to the Academy, but she would face⋯⋯ a furious Purple Magic Tower Master.

Taking this path guaranteed certain death.

Naturally, the third and final option was the original exit, 『Nest』—the path the Extermination Squad had attempted to raid but had ultimately been captured. It led to the Elmest Territory in the Empire’s western region.

This path, however, was directly beneath Evil God-chan’s feet, a position she had already secured in advance!

“AHHHHHH──!!”

“Uu, kuhahahahahat!”

Fragments of the Queen’s information screamed as they scrambled toward her, attempting to regroup. Evil God-chan opened her mouth wide, like a whale sucking in small fish, and devoured them all as she laughed.

Good. She could digest it all and make it hers but⋯⋯.

If she did, she would inevitably be humiliated and forced to vomit it all back out once Crazy Wizard showed up. Evil God-chan was smart enough to learn from her mistakes.

Instead, she took a small sample and preserved the rest.

Evil God-chan flopped down on the ground, relaxed. Now, all she needed to do was wait. With the Queen defeated, 『Nest』 would soon begin to collapse.

Surely, someone would lower a rope before that happened.

Rumbleeee──.

⋯⋯Right?

Rumble, rumbleeee!!

“Lower, lower it! Lower the rope you bastards!!”

Gegegegegeck. As the 『Nest』 began to crumble, Purple Tower Master swiftly severed her connection to avoid being caught in the fallout. From Evil God-chan’s perspective, it seemed as though the crack in the sky had closed completely.

Evil God stared blankly up at the sky.

No way. No way⋯⋯ they forgot? They forgot me? I am Evil God though? Even though I worked so hard this time?

“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”

Her clenched fist trembled. Memories of being mercilessly exploited flooded her mind, filling her with rage.

Even her nose stung as tears began to well up—malicious fragments of data imprinted in her memory were beginning to trigger genuine girlish emotions.

“You, you⋯⋯ fucking bastaaa──ards!!”

Rumbleeee⋯⋯

As 『Nest』fully collapsed, Evil God-chan was hurled out through the largest and nearest entrance, landing in the Elmest Territory, accompanied by her long scream of despair.

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Gnash, gnash.

“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”

The abandoned Evil God-chan sat on the edge of a massive altar, gritting her sharp fangs. She had landed in the underground domain of Elmest, where the entrance to the 『Nest』 used to be.

All around her were brainwashed members of the Extermination Squad and various other people.

So this is it. He’s planning to exploit me as much as possible, huh? Leaving me here to clean up all of this mess. He hasn’t really forgotten me, right⋯⋯?

Though she had been bitter and resentful inside, realistically, it was unlikely that they had actually forgotten about her. More likely, there was a purpose behind all this, and that⋯⋯ would be making her rescue all those who were captured by the succubi.

Still, what nerve they had! To assign a shard of Evil God—a being who thrived on tormenting humans—to a rescue mission? It was ridiculous but…

-Espoir de Eternal Dark, why don’t you try wearing this instead?

-You call this rag ‘wearing,’ you fucking lunatic⋯⋯?

-Ahem, ssp. Nice words.

It was futile trying to make sense of that lunatic’s thoughts. If he had used her as a human mannequin before, then using her as a rescuer wasn’t exactly far-fetched either.

She would have loved nothing more than to devour these humans and escape, but⋯⋯.

This. This was obviously a trap.

There was no way he would send her to help without any safety measures. For all she knew, butterflies might be fluttering nearby, secretly observing her every move. Or maybe it was entirely fake, a massive Illusion Magic designed to fool her completely.

He was probably staging a scenario where she seemingly gained freedom by chance, all to test her loyalty⋯⋯ most likely. She could already imagine what would happen the moment she tried to extract a human’s information to feast on—Crazy Wizard would materialize out of nowhere and:

-You will now identify as an attack helicopter for life.

Say something like that!

Gritting her teeth, Evil God-chan reluctantly began transporting people one by one. She pieced together the shattered minds of those who were broken and removed the pleasure-induced spikes embedded in them.

Even when it seemed better to give up on the utterly hopeless cases, she still preserved their lives. After all, when solving moral tests, it was best to solve them by leaning toward absolute goodness.

After rescuing all the captured humans⋯⋯ one day, two days, and eventually three days passed.

Evil God-chan who was carefully spoon-feeding crushed apples she had stolen from the city to the unconscious Extermination Squad members, suddenly heard a commotion outside. Quickly, she slipped into the shadows.

It was the Defense Bureau agents.

They seemed surprised to find the rescued victims so well cared for and began carrying them to the surface one by one. Good. Finally, this tiresome work was over.

Now, surely they would come for her next. Right?

But no one came looking for her. The agents took the humans away, but no message or acknowledgment was left behind for her. There was no sign of Crazy Wizard or any of his minions.

“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”

Is he⋯⋯ gonna be, late?

As more days went by with Evil God-chan crouched alone by the empty altar, she finally grasped the reality of her situation. They really⋯⋯ Those damn motherfuckers.

“⋯⋯Have they really forgot, forgotten! Forgotten me! Me, the Espoir de Eternal Dark!!”

I practically saved these humans fuckers by even stealing apples, grinding them with dragon scales, and feeding them spoon by spoon! And this is what I get!!”

“This… this fucking Crazy Wizard bastard⋯⋯ fine! If you forgot me, then I’ll turn my back on you too! I’ll return as a nightmare to rule the world from the shadows! A black-scaled dragon lost to history! I’ll turn humans into total, yeah like, wrecks, so prepare yourself!!”

Tsk, tsk-!

Evil God-chan breathed heavily in anger for a while then dashed off. Let’s go. Let’s ruin whoever’s mind I run into next. And snowball from there, then turn the entire city upside down!

She left the altar, ran down the hallway, and climbed the ladder at the exit.

At the top was the shattered ruin of a Church of the Goddess. The structure had been obliterated by an explosion, leaving the statue of the goddess broken into fragments.

Step. Step.

Each step she took ground small stones into dust beneath her feet.

Then, she felt it—a presence. Was someone still in this nearly-destroyed temple? Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Evil God-chan was starving for a human. Whoever it was, she was going to ensure they endured unimaginable suffering.

Deliberately amplifying the sound of her footsteps, she waited. A moment later, a young boy peeked out from the confessional booth. Then, he looked up at Evil God-chan with clear eyes and asked,

“W-Who⋯⋯ are you?”

“No need to know. Absolutely no need to know at all!”

Judging by his outfit, he seemed like a young Cleric. Why he was in this ruined temple was anyone’s guess, but for Evil God-chan, this was an excellent opportunity.

It was faint, but there was a scent of Divine Power clinging to him. Prey infused with Divine Power was the most delectable. She would subject him to excruciating torment, drain every ounce of his strength, and then she would take revenge. On Crazy Wizard and his gang who dared to abandon her!

Just as the vengeful shard of Evil God reached out to snatch her prey──

A failsafe implanted in her by Crazy Wizard activated. A red choker materialized around her slender neck, and squeezed tightly.

『Golden Headband(緊箍兒)』¹.

“U. Uahaaaaaat──!!”

A full gift package of 3000 Times Sensitivity, coupled with a torrent of malicious information, descended upon Evil God-chan like a storm. She clawed desperately at the choker, struggling against the overwhelming pain, before collapsing face-first onto the floor with her hips pulled back as she was drooling.

Her body shook uncontrollably, refusing to respond, as she fought to sift through the tidal wave of pleasure-driven data flooding her mind. Of course, Crazy Wizard had predicted she might attempt to escape and had prepared for it.

But this time she didn’t try to escape; They had abandoned her⋯⋯!!

It was okay. Yeah. She could handle this. If she could withstand this for just five minutes⋯⋯ she could filter out all this malicious information that made even the softest breeze agonizing. Deep breaths. Steady now.

As Evil God-chan worked to stabilize herself,

The boy’s merciless kindness enveloped her.

“Uh, a-are you okay⋯⋯? Oh no, are you perhaps one of the succubi’s victims⋯⋯? I guess they didn’t manage to rescue everyone! Don’t worry, I’ll move you to a bed right away. Just hold on for a moment!”

“Ah, geut⋯⋯!”

Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me!

Grunting, the boy lifted Evil God-chan.

In this hyper-sensitive state, if anyone touched her──

“Uggek⋯⋯.”

“Aht.”

That moment of contact weakened her already fragile control over the Succubus Queen’s information—data she hadn’t yet processed because she’d been preoccupied with Crazy Wizard. Realizing the potential disaster, Evil God-chan’s thoughts raced.

If that information were to spill out uncontrollably⋯⋯ and caused harm to random individuals.

This Golden Headband would just destroy her. She couldn’t let that happen.

Mustering every ounce of willpower, she suppressed the leaking data as much as she could, processing what was about to escape and sealing it away hastily. Properly solidifying it would ensure stability, but there was no time. Instead, she managed to stabilize it in liquid form. The result of her frantic efforts was⋯⋯

Driip. Driiip⋯⋯.

Liquified information seeped down, staining the hem of Evil God-chan’s skirt.

“⋯⋯⋯⋯.”

The boy pretended he didn’t see anything and turned his head away from that crisis.

Evil God-chan’s embarrassment skyrocketed.

No. It’s not that! I don’t even have a metabolism. I don’t even have a concept of excretion⋯⋯ and this is information! I had to liquefy it so that it wouldn’t contaminate you!

But saying that aloud was impossible. The tiniest vibrations from speaking would send fresh waves of excruciating pain rippling through her hypersensitive body. She could only remain silent.

After three or four small cracks, Evil God-chan was finally laid down on a bed.

“⋯⋯Crazy Wizard, you son of a bitch.”

All of this was his fault.

She wanted to die.

1. Headband that Sun Wukong wore that tightens up to give him pain until he learns his morals and etiquette.