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◈ Damned Transmigration ◈
Chapter 57: The assembly
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Unable to hold himself back, Yuri smacked The Pointing Flame on the head.
‘Wait, “Lord UrMumSpammer?”’
That honorific bothered him.
“Pointy.”
That was how Yuri addressed him now. The Pointing Flame clutched his struck head and groaned before looking up at Yuri.
“Why do you call UrMumSpammer ‘Lord’?”
The honorific itself was strange enough, but The Pointing Flame’s eyes glittered with clear expectation whenever he said that name.
‘Is he trying to repay a debt for the help he received back in the real world?’
‘That can’t be it.’
Even if he had not known that reaching first place in the Hall of Honour would cause him to transmigrate into the game, The Pointing Flame had only become number one thanks to Lee Su-hyeok’s advice.
From The Pointing Flame’s perspective, UrMumSpammer was the very person responsible for making him suffer in this shitty world. Whether it had been intentional did not matter.
“That is…”
The Pointing Flame hesitated.
Yuri casually raised his fist again, and the answer came at once.
“L-Lord UrMumSpammer is revered as a saint by the Sect.”
It was an answer Yuri could not understand. He stared blankly, his mouth half open.
“A… saint?”
“That is correct…”
“Why? Why is that… bastard being revered as a saint?”
‘Could some bastard in this world be impersonating me?’
After hearing such an absurd claim, he could not help thinking that. Yuri himself was currently impersonating Cat Panties, so it was not impossible.
“Watch your words.”
Though Yuri had not even lowered his raised fist, The Pointing Flame opened his eyes wide and glared at him. It was remarkable courage.
“Lord UrMumSpammer guided us as an apostle of the God of Chaos.”
It was also an admission that he was a cultist. The Pointing Flame had carefully called the Evil God the God of Chaos instead of using that disparaging name.
“He generously gave advice to many people who had hit a wall, without asking for anything in return. If I remember correctly, Cat Panties, you received advice from Lord UrMumSpammer too, did you not?”
It was all true.
After the Hall of Honour was discovered, the dying community came back to life. Many players who had long since quit the game returned, and a great many fresh newbies appeared in the revived community.
At first, simply clearing the game could make someone number one in the Hall of Honour. But as time passed, ordinary builds and know-how were no longer enough to dislodge the entrenched players at the very top of the rankings.
As a result, the community became flooded with questions.
It annoyed Lee Su-hyeok that people wanted to suck up all the benefits without making any effort themselves, but he diligently answered every question.
It was not just Lee Su-hyeok. Users who posted guides and information on the community also typed away to preserve that golden age of prosperity for as long as possible. It even sparked a strange rivalry among the veteran players.
THOR123: You cannot get first place with this build. The most efficient magic in all of Seronis is the lightning magic of the Dersia Mage Tower. If you want first place, search for THOR123 and thoroughly read the lightning mage guide.
└UrMumSpammer: This bastard is a fucking idiot.
└THOR123: ?
└UrMumSpammer: YOU MOTHER.
└UrMumSpammer: Do not read that bastard’s post. I will write a new one, so read that instead.
Just as he had done for Cat Panties, he had often tailored builds for people one-on-one. He had also written several guides for everyone to use together.
“…”
While Yuri could not find anything to say, The Pointing Flame clenched both fists and passionately continued.
“At first, I resented Lord UrMumSpammer. His advice was why I fell into this horrible world! But, but…! After joining the Sect of Chaos, I realized it. In this world, you can do anything as long as you have power!”
“…”
“Moreover, transmigrators like us possess talents the residents of this world do not have!”
He was not wrong. Someone with much to lose would wish to return to Earth, but someone with nothing would wish to remain in this world. As The Pointing Flame said, this was a world where one could do anything with power. The Dersia Mage Tower alone gave someone a fine mansion simply for being fourth tier.
How much would it take to buy such a mansion in Korea? In this world, there was no need to worry about that.
“Lord UrMumSpammer is our benefactor, the one who allowed us to escape Earth…! I, too, was saved by him. We believe Lord UrMumSpammer is an apostle who received a revelation from the God of Chaos.”
The Evil God had spread that shitty game, Seronis, on Earth. The Evil God had also transmigrated innocent gamers into this world.
And the Sect of Chaos worshipped the Evil God.
“Huh…”
Yuri had never expected this. As Lee Su-hyeok himself, he found it incredibly unfair, but after hearing The Pointing Flame’s explanation, he could understand why they thought UrMumSpammer was an apostle of the Evil God.
“That bastard… No, um, UrMumSpammer. Did he say it himself? That he was an apostle of the God of Chaos?”
“I do not know whether he came to this world. Cat Panties, have you never met him either?”
It seemed there was no impersonator.
“Uh… I have not seen him.”
“Ah…”
Deep disappointment settled over The Pointing Flame’s face.
“That demonic woman… Myou-hee also said she had not met Lord UrMumSpammer.”
Myou-hee was a completely unfamiliar name. Had she compromised on her community persona?
“Did Myou-hee mention anyone besides UrMumSpammer?”
“I heard her speak of the Moonlit Reveller, but she said she had never met him in person.”
“Why?”
“At the time, the Moonlit Reveller was not yet one of the Revered of the Martial Pinnacle, but he was already quite famous… Myou-hee said she would not meet him until she reached the same realm as the Moonlit Reveller…”
The Pointing Flame had directly witnessed USAUSAMI fall to their death from a cliff, yet his shoulders trembled whenever he spoke of USAUSAMI.
“Did she say anything about me?”
“Cat Panties… About you… She said you were cute.”
“?”
“I do not want to talk about Myou-hee anymore…”
“She is already dead. Why are you so scared?”
“You know nothing about Myou-hee…!”
The Pointing Flame’s eyes shook uneasily, as if his inner demons were about to surface again.
“T-That crazy demon tormented us every day… She went on and on about Rabbit Star. She said she was a princess descended from Rabbit Star, so according to Rabbit Star’s laws, ignorant commoners like us had to give the princess absolute loyalty… If the princess commanded it, we had to jump into either fire or water…”
So she had merely changed Rabbit Princess to the more plausible alias of Myou-hee and stopped adding usa to the end of every sentence.
“Anyway.”
After The Pointing Flame calmed down, Yuri spoke.
“I want to join the cult… No, the Sect of Chaos. What do I have to do?”
He had gone through the trouble of obtaining an entry pass to enter Sector 4 for that very reason. It had only been a suspicion that cultists might be here, but meeting The Pointing Flame had turned that suspicion into certainty.
For two years, Yuri’s goal had remained unchanged: kill the Evil God. Killing the Evil God immediately was impossible, but if he wanted to kill the Evil God someday, he needed to learn about the Evil God.
The cultists interfered with that goal. They were enemies. There were cultists in this district, but Yuri did not know how many there were or how strong they might be.
Since he did not know, he had to find out. It was a simple reason. Danger? Yuri had faced danger countless times over the past two years. He could not grow stronger by taking only safe fights with no risk of injury or death.
“…There will be a gathering in two days.”
The Pointing Flame spoke.
“The Sect does not reject transmigrators who come seeking us out, though it may be different for residents of this world. And for a capable transmigrator like you, Cat Panties, the Bishop would gladly permit you to join.”
“Is the Bishop also a transmigrator?”
“No. The Bishop is a resident of this world.”
The Pointing Flame’s gaze moved to Haryeong.
“…Then what is that woman? Is she not a transmigrator?”
“My friend.”
“To be called a friend by little Cat Panties, this big sister is so moved that tears may flow.”
Haryeong answered from behind her fox mask.
“Is that woman joining too?”
“Yes.”
“As it happens, I have no religion. It may be good to acquire one on this occasion. Not just any sect, but the Sect of Chaos. Thanks to little Cat Panties, I will join an unusual sect unlike other sects. It is truly exciting and thrilling.”
Yuri had not explained anything beforehand, yet Haryeong gladly played along. Her voice was the same as always, but her claim that the situation itself was exciting and thrilling seemed genuine.
“Then take good care of us for the next two days.”
Yuri rose from his chair as he spoke.
“You are… staying here?”
“Of course. What if I leave you alone and you run away? Or maybe you will bring your friends here to kill me.”
Yuri then added shamelessly.
“And I have nowhere to stay and no money.”
“Little Cat Panties, that is not something to brag about.”
“I was not saying it to brag.”
That concluded the conversation with The Pointing Flame. Yuri ignored The Pointing Flame, who opened and closed his mouth, then sent Haryeong a telepathic message.
[Are you sure you are okay with this?]
[You conducted the conversation however you pleased, then only now send me a telepathic message. You are truly shameless.]
[I told you I was going to do something dangerous. If you do not like it, go back now.]
[Aha, Yuri-nim. I wondered why you were doing this without telling me beforehand. Was it because you wanted to force me away?]
Instead of answering, Yuri stared sullenly at Haryeong. He could not accurately read her expression behind the fox mask, but he could see her eyes curve into crescents.
[Unfortunately, I will not be going back. I would be worried about leaving you on your own, so I will accompany you.]
[It will be dangerous.]
[I am a big sister who knows how to enjoy danger.]
Haryeong raised a hand and made a V-sign as if to show him.
* * *
For the next two days, Yuri listened to The Pointing Flame talk about the Sect of Chaos.
After being active for many years, developing deep and true faith, and beginning to receive divine power, one could be recommended by someone of bishop rank and become a priest.
The Pointing Flame was not a priest yet. But he was not an ordinary follower either. Though he had lost to Yuri without putting up any proper resistance, fifth tier was a rank respected anywhere.
Furthermore, transmigrators who had crossed into this world through the Evil God’s authority were considered especially significant by the Sect. To the Sect, the very existence of transmigrators was a miracle of the Evil God.
Ordinary people with no tier wore bracelets set with white gems. Those of fourth tier or below wore yellow gems, those of fifth tier wore blue gems, and transmigrators wore red gems.
“Did you also kill the priest assigned to you?”
“No way.”
The Pointing Flame answered with a serious expression.
“Killing an assigned priest is extremely difficult, and now that the Sect of Order has gone completely into hiding, it has become nearly impossible.”
“Really?”
“If you successfully kill an assigned priest, you can immediately become a Bishop.”
The “true faith” demanded by the Sect of Chaos was fanaticism toward the Evil God. It was measured by how much harm one had caused in this world.
As befitted those who worshipped the God of Chaos, it was about how much chaos they had caused in the world.
“When you become a Bishop, you can receive power directly from the god…”
The Pointing Flame murmured as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
“A transmigrator who kills a priest of the Sect of Order and reaches a high tier is recognized as a saint by the Sect. I have never met one myself, but I have heard that the saints of the Sect are powerful enough to stand beside the Revered of the Martial Pinnacle or the Mage Tower Masters.”
That meant at least seventh tier. No matter that Yuri possessed the Heavenly Art of Annihilating Evil and Sacred Flame Release, fighting someone of seventh tier would be suicide.
“Wear these masks.”
On the day of the gathering, The Pointing Flame handed black masks to Yuri and Haryeong.
“We have many enemies.”
Even Sector 4, filled with every kind of criminal, was not safe for cultists. Depending on the scale of the gathering, the hounds of the Sect of War might be dispatched.
“A fine day…”
The Pointing Flame left the shack, looked up at the clear sky, and muttered.
“Having brought two people of fifth tier into the faith, the Bishop will surely acknowledge me. Perhaps the Bishop will even write me a letter of recommendation so I can become a priest…”
There was a reason The Pointing Flame had ended up in the Foul Village.
He had killed a mage of the Reper Tower.
He had committed the crime after finding and eating an inner core in Gangyu, then reaching fourth tier. The reason was naturally magic.
The Reper Tower pursued the ultimate truth of fire-attribute magic. Reper Tower’s magic had also formed the core of the build that allowed The Pointing Flame to reach first place in the Hall of Honour.
Mage towers never tolerated the leakage of their tower’s magic. Afraid of pursuit by the Reper Tower, The Pointing Flame decided to hide in the lawless outer districts of Panteleon. Three years ago, he barely managed to obtain an entry pass and enter the Foul Village.
Then, a year ago, he joined the Sect of Chaos and began living in the slums at the Bishop’s command. It was not an environment fit for a fifth-tier mage, but to a follower, the Bishop’s command was absolute.
“The Bishop dislikes me.”
The Pointing Flame grumbled as he led the way.
“Probably because I am a transmigrator and a mage. As you know, transmigrators’ talents are specialized in learning magic.”
“That is true.”
“It’s petty jealousy. Damn it, I could be living in the bustling center of the Foul Village instead of some slum like that…”
Yuri did not bother responding to the grumbling.
* * *
At least several hundred people had gathered in the underground cavern that served as the gathering place.
Everyone wore identical black masks and bracelets of different colors around their wrists. A quick look showed that yellow was overwhelmingly common, with occasional white, blue, and red bracelets.
A red bracelet identified its wearer as a transmigrator. Yuri had never seen so many transmigrators in one place before, and it gave him a strange feeling.
“What do you usually do at gatherings?”
“Worship.”
The Pointing Flame answered.
“The worship begins when the Bishop baptizes those joining the Sect. We also have orgies.”
“You have… what?”
“Orgies.”
His face was hidden by the mask, but his tone made it sound perfectly natural.
“We do many other things as well. Alcohol, drugs… On days when we capture blasphemers, we publicly execute them and share their blood.”
“What is a blasphemer?”
“Those who blaspheme against the god.”
“Uh… Fine, I understand killing them, but why the hell do you drink their blood?”
“We purify the blasphemer’s blood with the faith within us.”
‘What kind of bullshit is that?’
“I understand your aversion. You do not have to do it. There are many followers who want to.”
“Uh…”
[How are these bastards any different from the Demonic Cult?]
Haryeong, wearing her mask, sent a telepathic message.
[Exactly…]
[And orgies, too. Yuri-nim, this is too much for a maiden like me. I am starting to want to go back.]
[Ahem…]
[Do not tell me you are looking forward to the orgy, Yuri-nim?]
[Are you mad?]
[You look like you’re looking forward to it.]
[I am not.]
Yuri sent the message with a stern expression and poked The Pointing Flame in the side.
“So where is the Bishop?”
“The Bishop will be coming down soon…”
“Aaargh!”
A sudden scream cut The Pointing Flame off.
“You disgusting followers of the Evil God!”
Yuri looked toward the scream and saw someone swinging a sword wildly.
“How dare you! How dare you hold a gathering to worship the Evil God in Panteleon’s territory, even if you are merely borrowing it and using it as you please!”
“Who is this bastard?!”
A cultist with a blue bracelet shouted and charged forward, but a spray of golden sword aura severed the cultist’s arm.
“I am Estor Orsia!”
The man threw off his mask and shouted.
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