Chapter 801

〈Chapter 801: Part 3, Chapter 1, Section 3 – Here Completely〉

I am not a psychopath.

Back on Earth for twenty years, I went around killing many people, but they were ones who deserved death. If I didn’t kill them, I would die. If I left them be, they’d hinder my mission to save Shin-ra. Threats to humanity’s peace can’t just be ignored. With that mindset, I burned them all.

But things are different now. Killing isn’t the only solution, especially in this other world where murder at first sight isn’t exactly the best approach. So I shot… and missed on purpose.

“Aaaah…”

The magic bullet grazed his cheek and embedded itself into the wall. It was a low-tier E-level magic missile—elemental magic at its most basic form.

“Hiiik!!”

But even that was enough to terrify this man. While elemental mages aren’t rare, in this backwater village, someone wielding magic is uncommon. And when an unexpected projectile flies out of nowhere? Fear is natural.

Thud.

The village chief’s son collapsed where he stood. His pants began to darken as urine leaked out. I aimed my gun at his forehead once more.

“What did you do with Delphia?”

“W-wait! I’m innocent! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You might feel wronged,” I said, pressing the barrel firmly against his forehead. “But you haven’t even spoken yet, and already you’re scared. However… do you know something?”

I stared directly into his eyes.

“I may not know much, but I can see corruption clearly.”

“What does that even mean…”

“There’s a spirit of perversion filling your gaze. That’s what I mean.”

In an instant, his expression shifted.

“Right here.”

Bang!

Without hesitation, I fired a magic bullet. A blue flame erupted on the boy’s forehead. Grabbing my weapon, I swung it toward his head.

“So disrespectful.”

Keeaaak!

A ghost-like mist tried to leap from the boy’s body and attack me. Swinging my gun sideways like an axe, I slashed through the mist, which writhed on the ground before being consumed by the blue flames and vanishing.

Thud.

The village chief’s son fell over. The Tera-possessor inside him had been exorcised in spirit form and destroyed.

He wasn’t killed. Killing people needlessly creates unnecessary trouble, and I’m no random killer. Unless the possessor was so deeply entrenched within its host that separation was impossible, there are ways to deal with situations like this. If the parasite flees willingly, then handling it becomes simple.

Extracting it.

If the problem is parasitic, make the parasite feel threatened enough to leave on its own. Earlier, I intentionally missed my shot to intimidate the entity inside him. When I aimed for his third eye, the Tera-possessor panicked and fled.

It fled because it truly feared death.

Thanks to that, I successfully removed the parasitic entity from the village chief’s son without much effort.

‘Shin-ra was right—it’s easier this way.’

Shin-ra drilled into me countless times how to handle Tera-possession cases involving spirits tormenting fairies. Tera-possessors latch onto the minds of humans and spirits. Tera-sites infest plants and animals. Eliminating them is straightforward:

One, burn the entire host.


Two, if part of the body is affected, burn just that part.


Three, if you can isolate the parasite, burn it alone.


Four, if it escapes, burn it externally.

Simple, right?

What if it doesn’t escape? Well, sometimes you cut away the rotten part of an apple and eat the rest; other times, you throw the whole thing away. Same logic here.

The village chief’s son was possessed by a Tera-entity, altering his mind violently. This suggests deep darkness already existed in his heart. Such entities target those with mental instability, corrupting their primal nature.

Like modern villains gradually descending into monstrosity, exposure to corrupted magical energy known as “organs” affects mentally unstable individuals first, slowly tainting their souls. And look who it happened to—the village chief’s son.

Clearly, something major has gone wrong in this village.

‘Calling me “Penis” was suspicious from the start.’

I introduced myself to Delphia as Phoenix. Why insist on calling me Penis instead?

‘Recalling game mechanics…’

An idea struck me. One of the original villains once attempted to kidnap a female character, giving her a fake name to avoid suspicion…

That seems most plausible.

After all, this world reimagines events from Tera to fit Earth’s monster apocalypse scenario. Dismissing this as mere conjecture isn’t wise.

‘This village… something’s off.’

Just the fact that the village chief’s son was possessed proves Delphia is in danger.

Creeeek.

Opening the door, I stepped outside. Already, villagers had gathered after hearing the gunshot.

“What… what is that?!”

Some villagers tensed upon seeing me, brandishing farming tools like hoes and shovels. Their futile attempts to confront me made me pity them.

“Where’s the village chief?”

“Why are you looking for the chief?!”

“The chief has committed crimes.”

Humans are deceitful creatures. By accusing the chief of wrongdoing, everyone immediately grew fearful, glancing nervously at each other. Not a single person defended him—not even briefly.

“Tell me. Where is the chief?”

“You tell us first! Who are you?!”

“Answering a question with another question? How can I answer yours when you won’t answer mine?”

“Why are you searching for the chief?!”

A seemingly rational individual questioned me. I almost revealed my suspicions but held back.

“Your chief… how should I phrase this?”

Is it wise to say he’s possessed by a ghost? Or that a monstrous entity from another realm has taken root, soon to slaughter everyone and become a harbinger of global destruction?

Though still speculative, it’s highly likely the truth.

“If you learn the truth, you’ll be shocked. Are you ready?”

“…Unless the chief really committed crimes, slandering an innocent man is unacceptable.”

“In that case, let me ask: Is raping a woman a crime?”

“…Of course… Wha…?!”

The man gasped, while some behind him twisted their expressions guiltily.

‘Three.’

It’s normal for people to misunderstand or react slowly. Those who instantly comprehend usually have prior knowledge—or dirty thoughts.

Raping women is undeniably criminal, yet these people seem aware the chief committed such acts.

“That’s absurd!”

“How dare you slander the chief, you cowardly bastard!”

“Whoever you are, spreading such lies about others is unforgivable! The God of Light won’t tolerate your blasphemy!”

Having personally known the God of Light—and inherited his will—I’m not particularly afraid. Moreover, the deity would side with me upon learning of rapes occurring under his domain.

Based on their reactions, I’m confident—they’re accomplices.

“Quickly guide me to where the chief is. Even wanderers have honor. If word spreads that the chief used strange drugs to imprison and rape someone, this entire village will be chaos.”

“That… that can’t be…”

“The chief’s son told me he went to the capital, right? Is that true?”

Murmurs spread among the crowd. Apparently, no one noticed Delphia leaving town either.

“Where’s Delphia? The knight who brought me here.”

“She… she…”

“Did she secretly leave for the capital without anyone noticing? That makes no sense. Why would a knight hide their movements unless they had something to hide?”

Gradually, faces hardened. Now…

Bang!

I fired skyward to intimidate. The villagers screamed and bowed their heads.

“A magician?!”

“Be careful! That staff must be enchanted!”

To them, my weapon firing magic bullets likely appears as a peculiar magic staff. Elemental mages often wield unique tools, especially powerful ones. Weapons like swords, spears, or bows transform into bizarre forms for the mighty.

They likely perceive me as a dangerous mage.

Particularly those aware of the chief’s deeds.

“Surrender peacefully, and I’ll spare your lives.”

“Uuuuuaaaaahhh!!”

A terrified villager charged at me with a crude spear—likely carved from sharpened wood.

Bang.

“Aaaaahhh!!”

One shot to the thigh sent him sprawling to the ground. Despite cries echoing behind me, I found their desperation repulsive.

Clang!

Something moved hurriedly nearby. Adjusting my aim slightly upward, I fired randomly into the crowd.

“Uaaaaahhh!!”

The villagers scattered. I dashed between them, heading straight for what appeared to be a communal storage shed.

Bam!

Kicking open the door, the hinges snapped. Inside the dark warehouse…

‘Damn, never changes.’

There lay a woman, oozing yellow fluid from her private parts. Naked, trembling, and bruised all over, her vacant eyes betrayed trauma.

“Stay… stay back!!”

Behind her stood an old man, identifiable as the chief’s son by his green hair. His pants hung around his ankles as he waved a dagger menacingly at the girl’s neck.

“So predictable…”

Settings from the game aren’t arbitrary.

‘Rape Village.’

This place kidnaps travelers, kills men, and rapes women. Or maybe…

Clangggg!

Suddenly, something slammed hard into the back of my head.