episode_0013

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[Devotee Count: 100]

Not only Melvia but also Elin gathered male devotees while progressing through the dungeon conquest.

The number of devotees increased rapidly, leading to the opening of various functions.

[Convenient Crafting Table]

Equipment crafting is now possible even without a crafting table.

A feature not particularly necessary if it’s just stuck in my room.

However, it seems useful that I can craft even after descending.

[Statue Integration]

Now, I have become one with the statue.

Statue integration reduces some inconvenience.

Now, when performing rituals, there’s no need to wrap items at the crafting table and transmit them to the altar.

My six-foot statue ejaculates my essence.

[Dual Monitor]

Now you can split the screen into two.

This is quite useful too. No need to switch back and forth between Melvia and Genevieve’s screens anymore.

[Increased Pleasure]

Now your genitals provide greater pleasure to your partner.

“This… feels good for some reason.”

In terms of efficiency, it’s not a significant effect…

Would any man dislike this?

Anyway.

Although the number of devotees has increased, most are common or rare.

Accumulating mana was low due to their low grades, but the advantages were clear.

“Ah… Ah… Thank you, Lady Lavin!”

Most had already reached a state of fulfillment without much effort.

Sucking and licking my six-foot statue, masturbating, or even engaging in penetration became commonplace.

Moans—

“Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Divine! Ahhh! Please give me better equipment! Ohhh!”

Thanks to that, I remained constantly aroused.

Every day was a state of sex.

“Oh, it’s coming.”

Gushing—

Already the twentieth time today.

“But is this normal?”

Even after ejaculation, it keeps coming.

The philosopher’s stone time was short-lived.

The speed at which mana accumulated was certainly different from before.

However, one concern arose.

“…Common grade doesn’t bring pleasure anymore.”

Only occasionally did I feel something when a rare-grade woman engaged in intercourse or performed fellatio, but that was it.

I might end up with desensitization.

“Still, I’ll continue like this for a while.”

Even if I get desensitized, Melvia and Genevieve will surely provide treatment.

Ultimately, overwhelming resources and mana are needed to conquer those two.

Mana wasn’t the only thing accumulating quickly.

[Heavenly Fabric X 45]

[Ordinary Cloth X 32]

[Iron Ingot X 53]

[Orc Fang X 12]

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Offerings of resources piled up rapidly compared to before.

Clearly, the number of equipment to be made increased with the growing number of devotees, and more materials were used, but the incoming rate was much faster.

Due to this situation, my daily routine became very monotonous.

“…Oh, it’s coming.”

Continuously repeating unsatisfying encounters, creating designs, and distributing equipment to devotees who offered tributes.

But happiness comes after suffering.

I displayed two screens, checking Melvia and Genevieve.

Melvia was conquering the dungeon, while Genevieve, as before, waited for people in front of the dungeon.

This schedule will continue for a while. I plan to travel with them in my party in the future.

My mouth waters involuntarily.

Just one week.

I need to accumulate mana for about that long.

***

One week later.

Melvia once again went to the tavern today.

Now, upon entering the tavern, a considerable number were devotees of the “Lavin Sect.”

However, Melvia felt it was insufficient.

“To repay the grace received from Lady Lavin… even converting everyone in the tavern wouldn’t be enough.”

Of course, it had reached a point where Melvia didn’t necessarily have to play a significant role anymore.

There were times when those who had already become followers of Lavin would step forward to convert others-

Above all, various rumors about the Raving Church had spread far and wide.

First and foremost, recently, the most subscribed were the ‘married women.’

“Have you heard? They say Raving Church is so great….”

“Is that so?”

“Aren’t you feeling a bit down with your husband lately? If you join Raving Church, it offers immense benefits….”

“Oh my… Wow….”

Certainly, it’s known as the ‘God of Equipment,’ yet for some reason, there stands a massive six-meter tall statue next to the altar.

This fact triggered aversion among male believers.

However, the majority of female believers swallowed their saliva.

Especially those married women who were already well-versed in sexual matters and even more overflowing with desire than men.

“Moreover, it’s said that consuming it… gives a tremendous buff….”

“Really? Then there’s no reason not to go…?”

It wasn’t that male believers outright rejected Raving Church.

That’s because –

“Well, we can’t help it, can we? But they say there are quite a few sharp-tongued girls there. Lots of high-level mistresses too.”

“True….”

“Let’s just go together. After all, isn’t life as a lowbie nothing special? Don’t I need to make my little one succeed? Besides, if you offer a small sacrifice, you get really good equipment there. You never know. Maybe it’s possible to escape being a lowbie?”

Male adventurers who were determined to chase after women inevitably had to join Raving Church.

It was the optimal religion for meeting women.

In fact, Melvia was also fostering this atmosphere.

“Aren’t you trying to find a girlfriend? Then come join our Raving Church. We have events every weekend.”

“…Is that so?”

Raving even publicly announced creating a gathering place for men and women on weekends.

Of course, there were always men asking such questions.

“Hmm, Melvia, will you join too?”

Melvia had only one answer.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I am soon to become a saint.”

Ravin had told Melvia that she would soon be appointed as a saint.

As the number of believers increased, one piece of information became known: when the number of believers reached a certain threshold, a saint could be appointed.

Saints were beings closer to the gods than ordinary believers.

There was a limit to how many could be designated.

Ravin naturally intended to appoint Melvia as a saint, given that she was already at the ‘divine’ level, but Melvia was unaware of this.

Thinking she would receive further blessings from Ravin, Melvia worked even harder.

“You still haven’t joined Raving Church?”

“I have to be cautious… It’s a once-in-a-lifetime decision….”

“That’s why I’m saying. Hey, they give out equipment for free….”

While she was going around spreading the teachings like that.

The door of the tavern opened, and an elderly woman entered, completely out of sync with the tavern’s atmosphere.

Melvia’s mentor.

Although she hunched over, leaning on a staff, she exuded a formidable aura.

The lively atmosphere in the tavern instantly quieted down.

The old woman’s gaze was fixed on Melvia.

Melvia’s expression hardened.

As she approached Melvia, the old woman spoke.

“Do you truly believe this has meaning?”

Melvia’s previously cheerful expression suddenly turned serious.

She replied with a confident expression.

“Yes. It does have meaning.”

Melvia was different from before.

The old woman sensed that Melvia had indeed changed.

“You must grow stronger yourself; relying on the divine is not the way….”

“Deciding which god to worship and whose words to follow is a fair opportunity given to everyone.”

To simply call this reliance is an oversimplification.

“…I see. Then I shall remove your name from the seal.”

You are no longer my disciple.

Melvia remained silent.

The old woman, concealing her emotions as much as possible, turned and walked away.

“However, feeling somewhat regretful, he added one more word.

‘But remember this. It’s best not to forget the words I’ve conveyed to you.’

Whatever it may be, if you rely on yourself, it will eventually consume you.

As the old man was about to leave after his final words,

the door of the tavern opened once, and a young man’s voice was heard.

‘No, you can forget about it.’

A man dressed uniquely.

At first glance, he seemed ordinary just by appearance.

However, the aura he exuded was far from ordinary.

No one present in the tavern had seen him before or knew who he was.

Yet, the old man and Melvia recognized him at a glance.

‘…To what do you owe the honor of visiting this humble land?’

‘Master Labin…?!’

Melvia exclaimed in surprise, immediately kneeling and bowing her head.

The followers of Master Labin, noticing Melvia’s reaction, did the same.

Several followers who were playing with my statue on the screen could be seen.

Seeing them in person gives a different vibe.

I casually remarked to the old man as I scanned them.

‘The lofty ideals don’t provide meals. However, our Labinism takes very good care of providing food.’”