Chapter 179

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The Black Knight, Ereshkigal.

A servant of the 29th-ranked Devil God, Astaroth.

One who transcended the limits of monsters by obtaining a vessel capable of containing even a Devil God.

A once nameless Death Knight who rose to the realm of a Demonic Beast, becoming the strongest knight.

Yet, she was not satisfied in the slightest.

The path ahead remained long and arduous.

What she desired was a distant peak.

She had only just reached the starting point.

Her goals were vast and lofty.

For the ideals she yearned for and dreamed of, she never neglected her duties.

Ere was always relentless in honing herself.

The proud Knight of Death.

Memento Mori.

An anomaly who dared to gaze beyond the gods.

Such a woman was now…

“Ugh, ah, haa…”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she let out a heated moan.

She bit her lip lightly as she looked down at her trembling hand.

She struggled to resist the urge to reach for her chest, which occupied a corner of her vision.

A deep sense of shame rose to her flushed, crimson face.

Leaning against the wall, she slumped down as if collapsing.

Ere let out a stifled voice, as if her throat was clogged.

“Th-this, this, this uselessly… lewd…”

At first, she dismissed it as a vague illusion, but now it was impossible to ignore.

As her synchronization with her body increased, her desires grew stronger.

The emotions engraved in her body were gradually becoming more vivid.

These were emotions that should have been swallowed and erased by Ere.

From the moment she inhabited this vessel, these instincts should have been swept away by the overwhelming presence of Ere.

However, there was something she hadn’t anticipated—the original owner of this body was far more powerful than she had imagined. After all, this vessel could even contain a Devil God. 

Whether physically or mentally, this person was on a completely different level from ordinary humans.

If a Devil God itself had inhabited this body, this wouldn’t have happened. But Ere was not a Devil God. She was once a monster, and only after obtaining this vessel did she evolve into a Demonic Beast.

During the process of evolution, the lingering thoughts within the body became intertwined with Ere. 

If she had been a Demonic Beast from the start, this mishap wouldn’t have occurred, but now it was an irreversible situation.

Her fidgeting fingers hovered near her chest, moving back and forth. Ere blinked her teary eyes. 

Lately, her breasts, which her master hadn’t touched, felt unbearably itchy. When they were being toyed with, she had hated it so much, but now that they weren’t being touched, the sensation was maddening.

‘These aren’t my feelings.’

It’s the body’s desires, not mine.

It’s what this lewd woman wants, not me.

If I had taken over her body completely, she would have disappeared without a trace, not causing this kind of trouble…

Her breath, mixed with excitement, was scorching hot.

Every time her fingers brushed her chest, her waist trembled.

This was a sensation she had never known when she was in the dull, lifeless body of a Death Knight.

Because it was a sensation she had never experienced before, it was even more stimulating.

‘If I touch it, just once…’

If she grabbed and kneaded her sensitive, ample breasts, would this excitement subside?

Even as she imagined it, Ere couldn’t bring herself to try.

To grope her own chest like that…

That would make her truly…

“Like some… human woman…”

Even though she now inhabited this body, she had no intention of abandoning her past self.

Ere shakily stood up. As she moved, her soft, plump flesh jiggled. She decided to clear her mind by getting some fresh air. 

With that thought, she headed toward the window, but it wasn’t the best choice. Seeing her reflection in the window, Ere let out a choked gasp.

Her eyes, moist with tears.

An expression that looked like it might melt at any moment.

A female overwhelmed with excitement was reflected there.

Slap! 

Reflexively, she struck her own cheek. A red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. Ere didn’t stop, slapping her cheeks several times. 

Her face turned crimson, but it helped drive away some of the lust rising in her chest.

“Haa…”

Once she shook off her desires, rational thought returned. Ere let out a sigh. She had already repeated this several times today. While she was fine for now, it would surely flare up again soon like a fever.

As she fully adapted to the body, she began to glimpse fragments of the original owner’s memories. 

Though they were just scattered pieces, she could roughly guess what kind of person she had been.

Despite her pure appearance, she had always been a person with strong desires, but not to this extent. 

To lose her judgment and writhe over mere lust—such a vulgar, lewd human couldn’t possibly exist, right?

‘It’s my own clumsiness that’s being swayed by this woman’s emotions…’

Having lived as a Death Knight for so long, she had become numb to external stimuli.

Even her desires had dulled, leaving only her obsession with strength.

But now, suddenly possessing a fully alive, sensitive body and emotions, she found herself unable to maintain control.

‘No thoughts, no desires.’

Ere closed her eyes tightly, stroking her burning cheeks.

She couldn’t let herself be swayed by desire forever. Lately, her heart raced at the slightest provocation, making it hard to even focus on her training. 

It was all because of this plump, jiggling flesh. The flesh that couldn’t even be fully grasped with one hand. The way it swayed stirred strange emotions within her.

‘Is there… no good solution?’

The easiest way would be to satisfy her desires whenever they arose.

The method wasn’t difficult. But for Ere, it was too much. She had never once relieved her own desires, and above all, the thought repulsed her. 

Even if her body had become like that of a lewd woman, the soul inside was still a proud warrior. Her warrior’s pride made her hesitate.

‘Perhaps I’m so swayed by desire because I’m not used to it. If I were to get used to it… No, no. What am I thinking? Don’t compromise.’

Ere shook her head vigorously.

In a way, it wasn’t a wrong line of thought.

The root cause was her ignorance.

If she could adapt to her sexual desires…

Ere suddenly imagined herself giving in to her desires.

With a seductive smile.

Undoing her clothes, letting her ample breasts sway.

Letting out lewd moans as she touched herself with her fingers…

“No!”

Ere screamed.

For a moment, she despised herself for even imagining such things.

Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?!

To be swayed by mere desire and indulge in such ridiculous fantasies.

It’s a degrading delusion that insults the path of the knight she had walked all this time.

What would her past self say if she saw her now?

“What’s wrong?”

“Gah?!”

Startled by the voice behind her, Ere jumped in surprise.

Trembling, she turned around. There stood her master, tilting her head curiously.

“Ah, Lord Astaroth…”

“Why are you so surprised? Did I hide my presence too well?”

“Th-that’s… no, it’s nothing.”

“?”

Ere avoided eye contact, worried that her thoughts might have been exposed.

She turned her head, chewing her lip as if trying to hide her flushed face.

Astaroth looked at Ere with a puzzled expression.

She had sneaked up to surprise her, but Ere seemed overly startled.

What on earth was she thinking about alone to let out such a scream?

Staring blankly at Ere, Astaroth curled the corner of her lips.

Ere’s reaction was much more entertaining than she had expected. What’s this? It’s as if her whole body is begging to be teased.

Astaroth briefly considered poking fun at her further but shrugged and decided to address the main issue first.

“Follow me, Ere.”

“Wh-what is the matter?”

Ere gulped.

Was she planning to toy with her again after so long?

She really didn’t like it, but if her master wished for it…

“The Celestial Corps has finally finished their preparations. It’ll begin soon.”

“Ah…”

“?”

“R-right. Yes, then what should I do…”

“It’s similar to last time.”

Astaroth’s influence reached far and wide across society. With the mask—an efficient and convenient tool for brainwashing—Astaroth had planted her agents in every possible domain. 

From the political sphere that controlled the nation to the financial sector where capital was concentrated, from media that shaped public opinion to various non-profit organizations and even criminal organizations lurking in the shadows. There was no place her influence didn’t touch.

Naturally, there were informants within the Celestial Corps as well.

“In three days, the Family Subjugation War will begin.”

Astaroth smiled faintly as she spoke.

“Let’s stir up some chaos.”

◈

The plaza of District 6.

Two weeks had passed since the rift in space-time opened in the underground exhibition hall.

As always, the commotion faded from public interest as time passed.

It was undoubtedly a horrific incident, but similar events had occurred over the years.

Tragedies accompanied by many casualties had always happened, and humans had grown accustomed to such calamities.

Life moves too quickly to dwell on a single event. Another incident. Another problem always arises, overshadowing the past. District 6, which had seen much mourning, returned to its usual routine. 

The damaged plaza and exhibition hall began restoration work, and people went about their daily lives as if nothing had happened.

A quiet silence settled.

The dissonant peace was like the night before a storm.

Behind the scenes, hidden from public view, countless schemes and plots swirled.

“The essence of the operation is very simple.”

Kallad, the captain of the 2nd Division, spoke.

“We will mobilize overwhelming military force and eliminate them in an instant.”

What makes the Family fearsome is not their strength.

Even at the height of their glory, they were no match for the Celestial Corps.

Let alone in their current, fallen state.

What’s troublesome about them is not their power but their tenacity.

Survival. That is the Family’s most powerful weapon.

That’s why they prepared meticulously.

They created a net from which the Family couldn’t escape.

They built fences so the Family wouldn’t notice.

Most of the Family’s branches had been identified.

All that remained was to strike swiftly, leaving no room for them to react.

The only variable was the existence of the Devils presumed to be behind the Family.

Countermeasures for that had also been prepared.

“This time, we will uproot the madmen once and for all.”

Before the storm rages.

The quietest night had passed.

The Family Subjugation War had begun.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
If you use an extraordinary person as a vessel, you may end up being swayed by them if you aren’t careful.

Of course, this does not apply to devil gods.

There’s no way that a devil god can have a vessel that can sway them, right?

Right?

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Damned rats.

No further explanations needed, smh.