A Reincarnated Man Unknowingly Plunges the Highly Humid Heroines Into a Chastity-Reversal Death Game World ~Saving All the Heroines Who Are Destined for a Death Ending in a Death Game World, and Making Them All Gloomy~

Fight

“GOBBBB!”

“Gobububu.”

The goblins were laughing.

These monsters with just enough smarts had already tasted human flesh, so they probably saw me as nothing more than prey now.

“GOBU…”

One of the goblins came running toward me, drooling.

“Gobububububububububububu!!!!!!”

They had the faces of creatures who knew the fun of chasing down their food, and they were laughing.

“Did you think I’d run?”

Crunch. Drip, drip…

Shuu… shuurururu.

I bit off the tip of my index finger and let the blood flow.

Focus, focus, focus focus.

I poured all the rage that felt like it was about to explode into my fingertips.

It’s okay, I’m calm. I’m calmly planning to destroy the lives right in front of me.

Pistol hand sign. I pointed those fingertips at the goblins.

“Did you really think I’d run away like the humans you ate, show you my back and flee? That I’d see you as hunters?”

—I, one who follows the guidance of blood and reaches the evil dragon. Now, let us devour the gods together.

Shuururururu, shuururururu!!

Spin, aim—fire.

“You’re all wrong, you pests.”

Shwa.

“Gob?”

[Bloody Arrow]

The sharp arrow shaped from blood that shot from my fingertip sank deep into the throat of the goblin charging straight at me.

“Gob, bubu…?”

The goblin had no idea what had just happened.

It tried to pull out the arrow stuck in its throat as it fell backward.

The remaining two stood there stunned.

Thanks to the secret practice I did every day in the normal life Karel Trading Town gave me, I could fire more than ten [Bloody Arrows] a day.

Finishing them off was easy.

Shwa, shwa.

“”Go, bu…!””

The goblins thrashed around with eyes like they’d seen something unbelievable.

Each one had an arrow in the neck just like I’d aimed, but they weren’t dead yet.

“Stubborn… just die already.”

I borrowed a sword from the corpse of an adventurer lying nearby.

I drove the blade into the neck of the dying goblin.

Grind, grind grind. The goblin’s skin made the sword tip slip.

The outer skin covered in magic power couldn’t be pierced easily by anything without magic power.

But I knew from the game’s knowledge.

“Ashes to Ashes knowledge… goblins’ weak attribute is fire…”

“””GOBO!!! GOBUBUBUBUBUBUBU!!!!???””

The goblins thrust their hands out in front of them in a desperate, terrified plea for their lives, bodies shaking.

Help us—they seemed to be saying that, even though I couldn’t understand their words.

“Why do you still think you can be saved?”

“””GOB—””

I heated the sword over the smoldering flames in the rubble and stabbed again and again, aiming for their skinless eyeballs and mouths.

“Gobububu…”

Blue blood sprayed everywhere.

The tip of the blade got crushed, but I delivered the final blow to all three goblins.

It was over so fast. This was the first time I’d killed anything with my own hands since coming to this world… but I didn’t feel anything.

Maybe because I’d killed so many in the game.

I looked down at the two headless bodies.

A sketchbook wrapped in cloth was under the child’s corpse… had they tried to escape with this?

“…”

It was a comic.

A boy who drew pictures, a dog lying beside him, and another boy fishing in the river.

The mother and a green-haired girl appeared too, and everyone spent peaceful days together.

As I flipped through, the boy’s struggle with life came through clearly.

The story of a boy who was bad at talking but found friends who recognized his talent.

“You’re so bright, but”

“Someday, I want to stand as your equal.”

The scene where the boy who drew talked with his friend. There was no reply to those words. No matter how many pages I turned, they stayed blank.

It would never be continued. Not ever.

“…”

I carried the two bodies under the rubble.

I hesitated a little with Robo’s collar, then wrapped it around my own wrist.

And then.

“I’m sorry I could only do something like this… Neil.”

I placed the sketchbook in the child’s arms.

There was no time to cry.

I had to keep moving.

I had to get to the adventurers’ guild… if I went there, there should be people who could fight…

Gather fighting strength, escape from the town… it’ll be okay, it’ll be okay.

I wasn’t giving up.

◇◇◇◇

Just as I’d expected, fighting strength had gathered at the adventurers’ guild.

“had gathered,” because it was already in the past tense.

“…”

Every single adventurer in the guild had become a corpse.

The tavern inside the adventurers’ guild had collapsed, and around it stood several crosses.

They were crucified. Blood was dripping.

Among them were faces I recognized.

Not just adventurers—my guild coworkers too.

They were all dead.

“Ah.”

“…”

“””…””

It was those big sisters—Nia’s party members, made up of a swordswoman, a mage, and a hunter.

They were dead too.

And so was Nia.

“…No way?”

She was crucified on a cross just like the others.

“What the hell is this, haha, hahahaha, hahahahahahaha!! …What the hell is this…!!”

I’d made a fatal misunderstanding.

This world was only similar to Ashes to Ashes. Yet I’d convinced myself that only the convenient parts were the same as the game.

“What have I… what have I been doing all this time… earning money like it was nothing, training magic like it was nothing, what the hell was I doing…”

The scenario I knew—right from the start—

“…Our absent God who art in heaven. Tonight once again the blood of the descendants of the moon’s whore… hey, is there still a survivor?”

I finally noticed there was someone behind me.

A man nearly two meters tall, wearing a black priest’s robe and a black tengallon hat. In his hands he held a distinctive large hatchet and a huge… thing that looked like a hunting rifle.

Large hatchet, hunting rifle, priest’s robe.

My memory—Ashes to Ashes original knowledge—knew who he was.

Ashes to Ashes had all kinds of bosses.

Field bosses, event bosses—ones you didn’t have to defeat for the story to progress.

And then there were ones like this guy, “scenario bosses” that you absolutely had to defeat for the scenario to move forward.

He was a scenario boss from Ashes to Ashes.

Ashes to Ashes overall player clear rate: 44.3%.

In a game that sold fifty million copies, more than half the players couldn’t defeat this tutorial boss.

“—Oldelan, the priest…”

“Huh? How do you know my name?”