A ridiculous chill crawled from his tailbone to the top of his head.
He steadied his mind and continued to look.
The second mural.
The scene had changed to a magnificent palace.
That man sat on a throne.
A blonde woman dressed in sacred white robes was gently placing a Crown of Thorns on his head.
Below the throne, a silver-haired woman in knight’s armor knelt on one knee, offering him a longsword.
Behind him, a black-haired girl whose face was blurred clung to him like a shadow.
Lynn’s breathing began to quicken.
The Saintess, Alicia.
The Imperial Princess, Vivian.
His younger sister, Lilith.
Although the clothing and temperament of the people in the painting were slightly different, he would never mistake them!
‘What on earth is going on? Is it a coincidence? Or…’
He didn’t dare think further, his gaze shifting stiffly to the third mural.
The scene took a sharp turn for the worse.
The location seemed to be the very Circular Temple he was currently in.
The “him” in the painting was bound by Runic Chains and fixed to a platform in the center of the shrine.
Four women stood around him.
The Saintess, the Imperial Princess, and his younger sister.
There was also a fourth one.
A girl from a foreign race with dragon horns on her head and a tail behind her.
The expressions on their faces were no longer those of gentleness and adoration.
Instead, it was a twisted, fanatical madness—a mixture of possessiveness and obsession.
Lynn felt as if his blood were about to freeze.
His gaze, as if nailed in place, moved slowly to the last and largest mural.
The moment he saw the content of the painting, all the strength was drained from his body.
His legs gave way, and he slumped onto the ground, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips.
In the painting, at the center of the shrine, the body of the man who looked exactly like him… had been taken apart.
The blonde Saintess held his head, a satisfied, holy smile on her face as if she were kissing a Holy Artifact.
The silver-haired Imperial Princess gripped the right arm that had held the sword, clutching it tightly to her chest, her eyes filled with protective paranoia.
The black-haired younger sister used some kind of black thread to sew his torso into a bizarre doll, a smile both innocent and cruel hanging on her face.
And that Dragon Girl was opening her mouth, swallowing one of his legs piece by piece into her stomach.
Dismembered.
They had dismembered him.
Lynn stared blankly at the mural, his mind a total void.
He couldn’t feel fear, he couldn’t feel anger; he couldn’t feel anything.
An extreme sense of absurdity overwhelmed all his thoughts.
He finally understood why the name of this game was Genesis of Gods and Demons.
He also finally understood why a romance game would have such a hardcore background setting.
Because this wasn’t a romance game.
This was a… Sacrificial Offering game.
And he was the Sacrificial Offering.
He wasn’t the first.
The person on the mural was.
Those so-called “playthrough memories” weren’t bugs, but things that had actually happened!
The obsession those women had for him wasn’t just because of the data he had recklessly modified; it was because they had once possessed him in the most extreme way possible.
A warm liquid flowed down his pant leg.
He had literally peed himself.
Just then, that ancient and hollow voice, carrying a hint of a faint smile, echoed in his mind again.
“Now… do you see the ‘truth,’ Outsider?”
Boom!
An earth-shattering explosion echoed from directly above the shrine.
—
It wasn’t an illusion.
The entire Upside-down Ruins shook violently from the impact.
Countless bits of dust and rubble fell from the gaps in the Runic Chains on the ceiling.
Lynn was startled by this sudden turn of events, forcefully pulled out of the extreme terror brought by the dismemberment mural.
He snapped his head up.
He saw that the canopy above, composed of countless Runic Chains, had been torn open with a massive hole.
Brilliant Holy Light, sharp Sword Qi, and a deep shadow—like three differently colored scalpels—rudely sliced through this space that had been sealed for ten thousand years.
Three figures leaped down from the opening.
The holy blonde was Alicia.
The brave silver-hair was Vivian.
The petite black-hair was Lilith.
They were here.
They actually tracked him all the way here!
The urge Lynn had just suppressed felt like it was about to return.
“The… little bugs from outside have entered as well.”
“The scent on them… is very similar to yours.”
“Carrying… ‘tampered’ fate lines.”
“Interesting.”
The voice of the Original Chaos carried a hint of lazy amusement, as if it were watching a play.
Lynn had no time to deal with this old monster right now.
He scrambled to hide behind a massive stone pillar, his heart pounding wildly as he stared at the three stars of calamity descending from the sky.
‘How did they find this place? Didn’t that Random Teleportation Scroll claim to be random within 100 kilometers? Do they all have a “Lynn Radar” installed on them?’
The three women landed steadily, their eyes immediately searching the empty shrine.
But their luck ended there.
“Hum—”
On the floor of the shrine, the runes that had been dormant for ten thousand years lit up one by one.
On the twelve heaven-propping stone pillars, the originally dim patterns also began to flow with golden light.
A majestic, ancient, and emotionless pressure surged from all directions.
“Creeak, crack.”
The ground cracked open, and twelve Rock Guards, each several meters tall, slowly rose from beneath the earth.
These guards were composed entirely of an unknown black rock, their surfaces inscribed with the same golden runes as the floor.
They had no facial features, only smooth faces, but Lynn could feel twelve cold “gazes” locking onto the three uninvited guests.
“Blasphemers.”
“Purge.”
The Rock Guards produced stiff, mechanical voices that sounded like metal grinding together.
Before the words had even faded, the guard closest to Vivian moved.
Its movements seemed clumsy, but its speed was beyond imagination.
A massive stone fist, accompanied by a whistle that tore through the air, smashed directly toward Vivian’s face.
“Mindless rocks!”
Vivian let out a cold snort.
Her Battle Qi erupted from the longsword in her hand as she met the attack head-on without flinching.
“Clang!”
The collision of sword and fist produced an ear-piercing bang and brilliant sparks.
Vivian was forced back half a step by the immense force, a flash of surprise crossing her face.
As for the Rock Guard, there was only a shallow white mark on its fist.
“PURIFICATION!”
On the other side, Alicia also made her move.
She floated in mid-air, hands raised high.
A giant spear composed of pure Holy Light formed in her hands, and she hurled it fiercely at another guard.
The light spear accurately struck the guard’s chest.
The Holy Light, which was enough to purify an S-rank Monster, only caused the runes on the guard to flicker a few times before it went out.
Chapter 44: Three Girls Storm the Ruins
A ridiculous chill crawled from his tailbone to the top of his head.
He steadied his mind and continued to look.
The second mural.
The scene had changed to a magnificent palace.
That man sat on a throne.
A blonde woman dressed in sacred white robes was gently placing a Crown of Thorns on his head.
Below the throne, a silver-haired woman in knight’s armor knelt on one knee, offering him a longsword.
Behind him, a black-haired girl whose face was blurred clung to him like a shadow.
Lynn’s breathing began to quicken.
The Saintess, Alicia.
The Imperial Princess, Vivian.
His younger sister, Lilith.
Although the clothing and temperament of the people in the painting were slightly different, he would never mistake them!
‘What on earth is going on? Is it a coincidence? Or…’
He didn’t dare think further, his gaze shifting stiffly to the third mural.
The scene took a sharp turn for the worse.
The location seemed to be the very Circular Temple he was currently in.
The “him” in the painting was bound by Runic Chains and fixed to a platform in the center of the shrine.
Four women stood around him.
The Saintess, the Imperial Princess, and his younger sister.
There was also a fourth one.
A girl from a foreign race with dragon horns on her head and a tail behind her.
The expressions on their faces were no longer those of gentleness and adoration.
Instead, it was a twisted, fanatical madness—a mixture of possessiveness and obsession.
Lynn felt as if his blood were about to freeze.
His gaze, as if nailed in place, moved slowly to the last and largest mural.
The moment he saw the content of the painting, all the strength was drained from his body.
His legs gave way, and he slumped onto the ground, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle tips.
In the painting, at the center of the shrine, the body of the man who looked exactly like him… had been taken apart.
The blonde Saintess held his head, a satisfied, holy smile on her face as if she were kissing a Holy Artifact.
The silver-haired Imperial Princess gripped the right arm that had held the sword, clutching it tightly to her chest, her eyes filled with protective paranoia.
The black-haired younger sister used some kind of black thread to sew his torso into a bizarre doll, a smile both innocent and cruel hanging on her face.
And that Dragon Girl was opening her mouth, swallowing one of his legs piece by piece into her stomach.
Dismembered.
They had dismembered him.
Lynn stared blankly at the mural, his mind a total void.
He couldn’t feel fear, he couldn’t feel anger; he couldn’t feel anything.
An extreme sense of absurdity overwhelmed all his thoughts.
He finally understood why the name of this game was Genesis of Gods and Demons.
He also finally understood why a romance game would have such a hardcore background setting.
Because this wasn’t a romance game.
This was a… Sacrificial Offering game.
And he was the Sacrificial Offering.
He wasn’t the first.
The person on the mural was.
Those so-called “playthrough memories” weren’t bugs, but things that had actually happened!
The obsession those women had for him wasn’t just because of the data he had recklessly modified; it was because they had once possessed him in the most extreme way possible.
A warm liquid flowed down his pant leg.
He had literally peed himself.
Just then, that ancient and hollow voice, carrying a hint of a faint smile, echoed in his mind again.
“Now… do you see the ‘truth,’ Outsider?”
Boom!
An earth-shattering explosion echoed from directly above the shrine.
—
It wasn’t an illusion.
The entire Upside-down Ruins shook violently from the impact.
Countless bits of dust and rubble fell from the gaps in the Runic Chains on the ceiling.
Lynn was startled by this sudden turn of events, forcefully pulled out of the extreme terror brought by the dismemberment mural.
He snapped his head up.
He saw that the canopy above, composed of countless Runic Chains, had been torn open with a massive hole.
Brilliant Holy Light, sharp Sword Qi, and a deep shadow—like three differently colored scalpels—rudely sliced through this space that had been sealed for ten thousand years.
Three figures leaped down from the opening.
The holy blonde was Alicia.
The brave silver-hair was Vivian.
The petite black-hair was Lilith.
They were here.
They actually tracked him all the way here!
The urge Lynn had just suppressed felt like it was about to return.
“The… little bugs from outside have entered as well.”
“The scent on them… is very similar to yours.”
“Carrying… ‘tampered’ fate lines.”
“Interesting.”
The voice of the Original Chaos carried a hint of lazy amusement, as if it were watching a play.
Lynn had no time to deal with this old monster right now.
He scrambled to hide behind a massive stone pillar, his heart pounding wildly as he stared at the three stars of calamity descending from the sky.
‘How did they find this place? Didn’t that Random Teleportation Scroll claim to be random within 100 kilometers? Do they all have a “Lynn Radar” installed on them?’
The three women landed steadily, their eyes immediately searching the empty shrine.
But their luck ended there.
“Hum—”
On the floor of the shrine, the runes that had been dormant for ten thousand years lit up one by one.
On the twelve heaven-propping stone pillars, the originally dim patterns also began to flow with golden light.
A majestic, ancient, and emotionless pressure surged from all directions.
“Creeak, crack.”
The ground cracked open, and twelve Rock Guards, each several meters tall, slowly rose from beneath the earth.
These guards were composed entirely of an unknown black rock, their surfaces inscribed with the same golden runes as the floor.
They had no facial features, only smooth faces, but Lynn could feel twelve cold “gazes” locking onto the three uninvited guests.
“Blasphemers.”
“Purge.”
The Rock Guards produced stiff, mechanical voices that sounded like metal grinding together.
Before the words had even faded, the guard closest to Vivian moved.
Its movements seemed clumsy, but its speed was beyond imagination.
A massive stone fist, accompanied by a whistle that tore through the air, smashed directly toward Vivian’s face.
“Mindless rocks!”
Vivian let out a cold snort.
Her Battle Qi erupted from the longsword in her hand as she met the attack head-on without flinching.
“Clang!”
The collision of sword and fist produced an ear-piercing bang and brilliant sparks.
Vivian was forced back half a step by the immense force, a flash of surprise crossing her face.
As for the Rock Guard, there was only a shallow white mark on its fist.
“PURIFICATION!”
On the other side, Alicia also made her move.
She floated in mid-air, hands raised high.
A giant spear composed of pure Holy Light formed in her hands, and she hurled it fiercely at another guard.
The light spear accurately struck the guard’s chest.
The Holy Light, which was enough to purify an S-rank Monster, only caused the runes on the guard to flicker a few times before it went out.