Chapter 72: The saint ascended as an angel, while the archangel plummeted to the ground.

“Grr… Grrr… You tore off my wings and halo before, and now again! I won’t forgive you!”

Yeah, whatever.

She’s just an old woman now.

“You won’t forgive me?”

“That’s right! Die!”

I’ve never seen someone tell me to die and actually mean it.

Look at this—just like a jealous old lady, she raised her hand as if she were about to slap a younger woman.

Looks like she’s trying to use some power.

I smacked her again.

Whack!

“Aaaah! You wretched woman! I’ll kill you!”

“When’s that mouth of yours going to die? Huh?”

Whack! Creak! Crack!

“Aaaah!”

“When did this crazy woman wake up? Shut up, will you!”

Meanwhile, the Young girl Pixie is berating the angel again in the background.

Perfect timing.

Let’s show her what’s become of her superior.

“Hoho, what do you think? Your superior is getting beaten up like a dog. Shouldn’t you show some loyalty and take a beating too?”

“Eeek!”

Crack, crack, whack!

The angel was trembling.

Well, of course, she cares about her life too.

I shoved the disfigured face of the archangel right in front of her.

“Ah, look at this! Take a good look.”

“I’m… I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Aah!”

The angel’s face turned pitiful as she looked at what had once been the archangel.

Oh, is that a sign of surrender?

“Oh, Pixie, record this quickly. The angel is admitting defeat and wetting herself. Hurry!”

“Ugh, you’re really something.”

“Are you going to miss out on this fun? Hey, aren’t you going to kneel properly?”

This is the perfect shot!

A moment to shatter the faith of anyone who believes in angels.

“Sniff, sniff… I-I’m sorry. Please, return my wings and halo.”

“Oh, come on. Why do you want those back so badly?”

“Please, return them!”

Oh, she’s shouting now?

Looks like she hasn’t had enough of a beating.

I flapped the angel’s wings as I spoke.

“Me? Why should I return them? Tell me.”

“Ugh… Please. I’m begging you.”

The way she was tearing up made her look pitiful.

But is this angel more concerned about her wings than her comrades?

Even though she fell for revenge?

“Heheh… You evolved by sacrificing your comrades, yet now you kneel before your enemy?”

“!!!”

Finally, the fallen angel raised her head again, but I slammed the old lady’s head in front of her for emphasis.

Boom!

I also made sure the angel knew she was loved by me.

“Of course, if you want to fight back, I’ll grind you down just like I did with this archangel. As you can see, the goddess only has eyes for me. Do you think she’ll forgive those who strike her followers?”

Driven by survival instincts, the angel finally lowered her head.

She knelt down, still trembling and wetting herself.

And since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, the sight was all too clear.

This pathetic angel buried her face in her own bodily fluids and begged me.

“You… you’ve taken all the archangel’s wings and halo. You must be the true archangel. Please, have mercy on me.”

“Hahaha! Yes, now you must serve me as the archangel. So, how will you deal with your former superior?”

Now that she’s agreed to serve me, she’ll have to obey, right?

With a smirk, I kicked the old archangel.

She whimpered and shook.

“Wh-what should I do?”

“Since I’ve already smashed her to bits, I won’t make you hit her with a mace. Now, spit on her.”

Go on, spit on your former superior.

“Ugh…”

“Come on. The archangel commands you. Hurry up.”

“Y-yes… Spit!“

The disfigured old lady had to endure being spat on by her former subordinate.

-Wow, I swear, my follower is more of a demon than I am.

Still, despite that, she treats me well.

So who’s really the demon here?

In the end, I sent the old lady straight to the Lord in one blow.

There’s no point in tormenting her more; I don’t have the patience for that.

“Is she really an archangel?”

“Well, you know, in stories, archdemons are either super terrifying or just comic relief, but this is just… too pitiful.”

Yeah, that’s usually how it goes in stories.

But that’s only because it’s fiction.

In reality, the demon army is incredibly powerful, especially in the early stages of the war.

Most demons are physically superior to humans, but there are a rare few humans who are natural disasters in their own right—stronger than all the demons combined.

The human army’s goal against the demon army is just to hold out long enough for these few exceptional individuals (the hero’s party) to strike down the demon leaders.

Except for me, of course.

“Because I’m just a cheat character given by the goddess.”

“You’re quoting Neko Cheonma, but reality’s different, you know? Look, before becoming a Heavenly King, this woman was an angel. She went nuts just because her wings and halo were torn off.”

“Isn’t that a matter of pride for an angel?”

Pride, my foot.

“Does that behavior look angelic to you?”

“No, this is a bit… embarrassing.”

“But angels definitely have male and female genders, right?”

The Young girl Pixie glanced at the fallen angel, who was still wetting herself.

Well, it’s not quite like that.

Sure, they can appear as male or female, but they don’t have reproductive organs.

The reason she’s wetting herself is because I tore off her wings and halo.

Now that she’s become human, her body’s functioning properly down there.

“Since she’s human now, it’s working as it should.”

“I don’t have anything down there.”

The Young girl glanced down at herself.

“Doesn’t wearing the illusion ring make you a perfect lady? The battle between stick and hole was already won by the hole, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, I’ve seen it. It’s rather strange. Or I could get you a prosthetic made for disabled people—male parts, even. With enough money, you can get it secretly from the hospital. Of course, it’ll come with the Heavenly King Guild premium.”

Opportunist Jeon Tae-yeon backed off.

But honestly, wasn’t the answer already clear the moment she transformed into a woman?

Would a prosthetic even matter?

“Well, it’s not that, but…”

“Your wife was NTR’d (cheated on) anyway, so what?”

“Hey!”

Tears welled up in her eyes—it’s no wonder she doesn’t think of him as her husband anymore.

Rumble

As we were talking, the stone door behind us, where Camuel had appeared, began to open like a wall.

“Well, thanks to dealing with the Heavenly King, the door behind us opened.”

“Wow, finally?”

So, it’s finally over.

“What should we do with her?”

“Eeek!”

Oh right, we haven’t decided what to do with the angel yet.

That angel woman?

I’m not a demon, after all.

How could I swing a mace at an angel kneeling before me, the archangel?

I’ve taken her spot, so I should have subordinates now.

Yeah, the angel, the Young girl Pixie, Jeon Tae-yeon… Not bad at all.

“First, let’s give her one more hit to knock her out.”

“N-no, please, my head hurts too much…”

Whack!

She was babbling something, but I knocked her out anyway.

Then, when we stepped outside, I saw some familiar faces.

A pink-haired woman holding a spear and a long-eared elf.

“Oh, it’s the Saintess.”

“Oh, it’s Battle mage-nim. Have you been well?”

I finally reunited with Battle mage.

It feels like it’s been forever.

“Wow, it really feels like a long time. Who were you up against?”

“We fought a winged old lady and a girl.”

The archangel was definitely that winged old lady.

At the time, I just beat her senseless, but now that I think about it, she had makeup caked on too.

Being an angel, she probably had some natural enhancement, but those black lips—I really wanted to rip them off.

“What the heck was that? I couldn’t make sense of it at all.”

“Just an old angel and a bed-wetter.”

One of them was definitely a bed-wetter.

“Just an angel and an archangel. That’s all.”

“Was that really an angel?”

“I took all her wings, so I’m the archangel now.”

“A demon?”

“A fallen angel?”

Battle mage and the elf were pretty rude.

Anyway, the six wings are just a hassle.

“Battle mage-nim, I can overlook that, but as for you, elf, your mouth is filthy.”

“I’m sorry.”

Sniff

Have I been letting them off too easily lately?

That elf wife of her only seems to care about money, and since I’ve paid off 1 billion for her, I could probably bargain my way into having her at my disposal too.

Turning both the angel and the elf into my slaves doesn’t sound bad at all.

“I envy that elf. I wish I could be used like a slave too.”

“Is this woman crazy? Don’t you get anything from seeing this bump on my head?”

Jeon Tae-yeon and the Young girl Pixie make a nice combo.

They’d make a hilarious comedy duo for a gag show.

“By the way, Battle mage-nim, was your opponent the Beast King?”

“Oh, you know well?”

“Yeah. That guy is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Lion King.”

I didn’t expect him to escape so easily from there.

I thought he’d be stuck, either wasting time or stalling.

If they did fight, I figured one of them would have died.

I guess I underestimated Battle mage and the elf too much.

“Ah, is that so? But from what I saw, he seemed like a pervert obsessed with women.”

Oh, I can agree with that.

He even came up to me and confessed.

I guess he thought of giving me flowers, but he handed me a Kudzu root instead.

Maria laughed so hard next to me.

So, I made a Kudzu root wig out of it for her.

He’s also known as the King of Virility.

That’s why he’s a crazy bastard who takes every woman in the territories he conquers.

You weren’t hurt by that guy, right?”

“Nothing happened… hmm.”

At my words, Battle mage glanced at the elf and shook her head.

Did something happen?

“Stop being vague and just tell us!”

“Well, if I must explain what happened…”

Could it be that something terrible happened, like assault?

No, judging by these two’s personalities, I doubt it.

***

Recently, on the [Path of Trials], the Battle Mage and the elf arrived at a massive forested area.

The elf, who had been struggling to pay off debts, couldn’t help but feel nostalgic about the grand forest days and got excited without realizing it.

But unlike the humming elf, the Battle Mage was grumbling.

“Life sucks. I hate animals more than anything.”

“I’ve never met anyone who hates animals this much. Not even dogs or cats?”

Well, if I had to pick, those two are tolerable.

“They’re the limit. I hate all the other creatures—rats, bears, everything!”

Cain, whose nickname in the game was “TrueBattleMage” and who had pink hair, shook her head in frustration, even pulling out a magic spear she rarely used these days.

“Picky eaters won’t last long.”

The elf, enjoying the atmosphere of the great forest, made the comment, but it only added fuel to the already furious Cain’s fire.

It was already like a jungle, sticky and irritating, and now this out-of-her-mind elf was pushing her buttons even more.

‘Now that I think about it, no one’s more mixed up than her.’

“Oh, right. Speaking of picky, weren’t you once the head of a household, then became an elf, had kids, and now you’re managing two households?”

“Why the hell are you bringing that up now?”

The innocent elf Elena got upset, having her Achilles’ heel struck.

But Cain simply pointed ahead with his finger, holding his spear ready.

“You lunatic. Can you still talk about being picky after seeing that?”

Blocking their path were a giant rat and a massive bear, both ridden by two muscular, bipedal beastmen.

They were clearly imposing figures, radiating power and grandeur.