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The Black Sun Order needed a powerful weapon to fulfill their desires.

An organic, obedient, and extremely ferocious weapon.

Knowing it was not something to be proud of, they thoroughly concealed it.

They had created their own hell there.

A pitch-black basement, victims who are still alive and cannot escape, and the smell of blood.

Having conducted a horrific experiment that should never spread to the world, they covered their ugliness with piety.

The woman’s unending hatred originated from that place.

“O wretched beast, you shall be reborn today under the name of the Black Sun.”

Isn’t it truly laughable?

Despite their atrocities that led her from human to beast, they do not hesitate to condemn her.

The woman lost all her memories and existence, and was reborn as a vampire of the Black Sun.

From then on, memories became a joy that stained rotten flesh, blood, and spirit.

Frenzy, pain, and then blood, blood, and more blood.

I am thirsty. Please, someone, quench this thirst. It hurts, ah.

There was a woman who had become a monster.

She had reached the immortality that everyone longed for, possessing immense power―

Endless frenzy.

Had it not been for someone’s intervention, the woman’s life would have been as tragic as a toy in the hands of a child.

“…What? That monster…? Ha, but my Lord.”

On the day Beladis found salvation, there was a red-haired woman and her god.

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A holy order of knights, heavily armed with sacred equipment, advances across the vast grasslands.

In their eyes burned the determination to sweep away their enemies without fail.

To show true justice to those ignorant fools who dared harm their Lord.

Already paralyzed by rage, they no longer hesitated.

They would retrieve Him even if it meant turning against the world.

They would not stop, even beyond hell.

-Our Lord is with us, and so is His prophet.

The faithful servants of the Father God continued to advance.

Their destination was the stronghold of the Black Sun Order.

The decision had already been made.

There was no longer any means to stop them.

And at the center of it all was someone who loved the Lord more than anyone and hated the Black Sun Order.

“Are you there?”

Beladis Rocheira.

A monster created by the Black Sun Order, a vampire.

And now, the main character of the crusade and the most faithful servant of the Father God.

“My love, my life, my everything.”

Beladis’s life began with his salvation, so it was only right that it should be consumed for him until the very end.

“We will be able to meet again soon.”

She would sweep away everything that stood in the way of her love for him.

Her revenge was merely a secondary matter attached to her affection for him.

Her pale skin, kissed by the moonlight, stood out even under the bright sunlight.

Thanks to the blessing of the Father God, she had overcome the shortcomings of her race.

Her black hair was an uncommon color, a uniqueness of her own. And her blood-red eyes.

A beautiful woman, perfectly resembling a vampire, smiled softly as she anticipated the upcoming massacre.

They committed an act that must never be done.

She wished to live forgetting personal revenge.

Because proving her love for him was her priority.

However, if she were to take his existence away from herself, then from that point on, the story would change completely.

“Lady Beladis.”

One of the priests approached her, who was waiting with a massive weapon.

“Yes.”

“They have started to appear.”

Beyond the endlessly stretched horizon, the remnants of the Black Sun are revealed.

A pattern of something very terrible and filthy that provokes a certain impulse upon facing it.

Beladis, who had descended from a carriage made of magical engineering, shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight to engrave their figures in her mind.

Behind her stood hundreds, thousands of soldiers lined up.

All gathered to convey the will of the Lord, Beladis’s army and holy warriors.

“Everyone.”

Beladis continued to speak without waiting for a response.

“What do you see in ‘those’?”

“They are incarnations of evil that should not exist in this world!”

“Devils! We must cast them into hell!”

Voices filled with rage erupted from all around.

Hearing that answer, Beladis smiled softly once again.

“Yes, that’s right. They are the scoundrels who have hidden our Father God from us, even worse than trash, filth.”

-Ugh….

The magical power, responding to Beladis’s will, surged up from beneath her feet.

A grotesque form of power began to spread around her body like a serpent.

These were the cursed powers manifested through Beladis’s blood.

“Today, they will pay the price.”

I wish for them to regret and despair.

An attack without a declaration of war.

Immediately plunging into the main force of the Black Sun, causing greater damage by taking advantage of their confusion.

It was a brutally cruel plan by Beladis, the content of the massacre that would take place today.

The overwhelming disparity in military power supported this.

The forces of the Father God had already gained enough power to erase a religion from the world.

Though they had not shown it until now due to His will not wanting unnecessary bloodshed.

As of today, the world would face their wrath.

‘Please wait just a little longer, my love.’

Beladis took a step forward, envisioning the ecstatic moment in her mind.

“….!”

She spotted an enemy acolyte with a look of horror on their face.

They fumbled to respond, but everything was already too late from the moment they entered her domain.

“Please look at me.”

Beladis willingly prepared to offer that life to her God, readying her massive weapon with magical power.

『Crimson Reaper』

The form of death emerged.

The blood-red magical power pulsed as if alive, shaping into an imposing and gigantic figure of the reaper.

The land, once covered in green grass, was instantly stained with a dark red shadow.

One of Beladis’s signature attacks that strikes a wide area in an instant.

Now, all she had to do was swing the massive weapon in her hand, and her magic would take care of the rest.

“….?”

That was until she witnessed the darkened area being illuminated once again by an unknown light.

“…What is that?”

“Is it the enemy’s trick!”

“Everyone! Spread the barrier!”

-Saaah…

A warm light, like a mother’s embrace, poured down upon them.

It felt like a kind of magic meant to quell their anger.

Beladis, not swayed by such tricks, decided to continue her attack.

-Crack!

The ground that was being supported shattered, creating a critical situation.

However.

『Dispel』

The reaper that Beladis had aimed to strike with vanished in an instant, losing its form.

“….”

Beladis looked on in shock at the phenomenon.

“My skill…”

To interfere with another’s magic, one must possess equal or superior abilities.

To nullify her skill with such an overwhelming gap was unexpected.

It was the moment when the means prepared by the black sun deviated from Beladis’s expectations.

But if it doesn’t work, she just needs to prepare her next move.

As she thought this, the hate-filled vampire was about to cast another skill.

“Beladis.”

A man arrived before her.

“No, Vera.”

Her nickname, which he had called countless times, slipped from his lips.

“…..?”

In that moment, it felt as if time had stopped for Beladis, and all actions froze.

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Divine Communication.

By consuming some of her faith points, she could interact with the faithful.

It is a legal feature prepared for game players.

Of course, that doesn’t mean we’ve fully explored the 19+ route.

We were merely looking forward to meeting them on a gentlemanly level.

‘I’m actually doing this.’

It’s a system that’s been prepared, so I can use it, but if it applies to reality, that’s a different story.

How many times does the story have to change for someone to become optimized for this world?

Suddenly pushing away the rising sense of disillusionment.

What I felt when I first stepped into this unfamiliar world was the cool breeze and the pressure of the wind forcefully pushing against my entire body.

“…Wind pressure?”

-Whoosh!!

“Oh shit.”

As I regained my senses, my whole body was plummeting towards the ground.

This is the first time I’ve truly felt how terrifying gravity can be.

The divine being I knew was supposed to hold peaceful fan meetings with the faithful.

So why am I looking forward to the day I collide with the ground like a human meteor?

“Have mercy…!”

The wind was rushing into my mouth, making it impossible to pronounce anything properly.

My arms and legs were flailing about.

A white cloth that I didn’t even remember putting on was fluttering in the wind.

I could see what looked like black dots far below on the ground.

Isn’t that the situation I saw on the map?

I can’t experience the embarrassment of crashing down in front of the faithful.

So I manipulated the system within reasonable limits and desperately sought a way out.

And then.

-Whoosh!!

I quickly cast a skill and entrusted my body to the massive presence that sprouted behind me.

“Whoa…!”

It was as if wings that only an angel would have.

Holy wings adorned with softly glowing feathers sprouted on either side of me, controlling my falling body.

With a noticeably slower and more stable view, I finally began to assess the situation properly.

“Oh my.”

There were numerous individuals gathered on the ground, presumed to be my paladins.

They continued their grand march as if they would erase the black sun from this world at any moment.

If left unchecked, wouldn’t they just sweep through cleanly like this?

After all, it is the crusade of my order.

The nature of the battle was bound to be one-sided.

Based on the game’s lore, my order’s combat power is currently at the top level.

‘The Avatar of the Black Sun is sobbing…’

“I got it. I understand.”

I momentarily ignored the message window that was anxiously worrying about its order disappearing without a fight.

Finally, I was able to spot the person I was looking for.

“…Wow.”

There she was.

A woman with long black hair, looking like a doll.

Beautiful. And incredibly so.

‘It’s me, Mother God.’

The one she had been searching for so desperately had come here.

She caused this uproar just to find me.

Love was indeed a heavy burden.

I greeted Belladia, who was staring blankly this way.

“Belladia.”

No, that feels too formal.

“Vera.”

As I spoke gently, a glimmer of determination began to appear in Belladia’s eyes.

“Where are you messing around?”

“Huh?”

It seems I may have said something wrong.