Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

The Groan of Reality and the Serpent’s Gift

A sound.(SKREEEE-AAAAA-GGGHHH!)

It was not an explosion, nor a roar, nor a lament. It was the monstrous and indescribable groan of reality itself, as if the fabric of the universe were being torn apart by a force it did not comprehend.

"No... not this..." 

"My head... it's breaking!" 

"What is... that void...?"

The sound embedded itself directly into the minds of the paralyzed guards and adventurers, bypassing their eardrums and striking their consciousness directly.

"Stop it... please..." 

"The structure... it's undoing itself..."

One by one, their eyes rolled back and their rigid bodies collapsed without ceremony, their minds unable to process the cosmic dissonance.

(VRAAAM-SHHHH-TTTT!)

Simultaneously, space vibrated and distorted violently around the point of impact of Shija’s sword.

(VWUUUUUUMM!)

Following that, out of nowhere, a dome of pure white light expanded, swallowing what remained of the surroundings.

(FSSSHHH-SKRAAAA!)

Immediately, fierce and cutting gusts of wind surged from within the dome, releasing themselves in every direction with the fury of an unleashed storm.

(KRA-TA-TA-KRAK!)

The effect was instantaneous and massive, generating gusts of wind that ripped the cobblestones from the adjacent streets as if they were simple dry leaves.

(KRRR-SHHHHH-TTT!)

In the distance, thousands of windows shattered, breaking in unison to create a symphony of destruction.

(WHHHH-OOOO-OSSH!)

This was followed by a violent climatic alteration; the air grew heavy, and the few clouds floating in the blue sky swirled, blackening at an unnatural speed, forming a dark and menacing vortex that covered the sky of Flambell City.

(ZZZT-CHAAAK!)

Intermittent lightning began to tear through the sky, illuminating the scene with flashes of purple and celestial blue, as if an electrical storm were about to unleash its fury in the heart of the city.

(KRA-KA-THOOOM!)

The air pressure was unbearable, promising an imminent and cataclysmic rain while the deafening roar shook the foundations of the buildings.

"...."

And there, in the midst of the resulting chaos, standing and watching with a vacant stare, Melioris remained motionless.

"I went too far..."

Her gaze, usually filled with a haunting playfulness, had become an empty abyss, fixed on a non-existent point between the smoke and the flash of the white dome.

"Too much output on the curse axis. The convergence was unstable... the surplus of spiritual energy wasn't nullified, it just displaced toward the atmosphere. How sloppy."

(KRRRR-A-A-K!)

The ground beneath her feet cracked, but her mind was elsewhere, dissecting the exact second of impact.

"If I had adjusted the frequency of the Ambivalent Voltage by 0.3% before contact, the vacuum would have been absolute."

Her eyes, fixed on the swirl of black clouds, shone with inhuman calculation.

"The weather shouldn't have reacted like this. The dissonance was... noisy. Unnecessary. I must perfect the suture between both planes if I want the 'Amalgam' to be truly clean."

Only after finishing her analysis, like someone correcting a calligraphy error on a sheet of paper, did Melioris decide to intervene in the disaster that threatened to erase the city.

"Fuff... Seriously... This wasn't my plan..."

With a sigh of slight disappointment, she raised her right hand and pointed her index finger at the sky in crisis.

"But it was truly interesting... Megáli kátharsi."

She spoke in a gelid tone that masked her excitement.

(FEEEEEW!)

In response, a pillar of golden light erupted from her finger—a force of pure order that ascended to reclaim the sky.

(KRA-KHAAAAAAA!!!)

Causing a deafening impact as it collided violently with the mass of clouds and lightning that her own imperfection had spawned.

(ZWIIIIII-SHAAAAAA!!)

When the pillar of collided with the epicenter of the storm, it did not produce an explosion of fire, but a total transmutation of matter.

"I see... so that's where the dissonance was."

The technique acted as an absolute filter: upon coming into contact with the clouds blackened by cursed energy, the light began to "wash" reality.

"So, since you helped me understand it~ It's only fair that I return the favor with a perfect execution! Right?"

Then, the rain began to fall.

(P-P-P-P-SHIIIIIN!)

They were drops of liquid light, a rain of purification carrying a density of spiritual energy so pure that it defied biological comprehension.

(PIU-PIU-PIU!)

As the drops touched the ground, the effect was instantaneous: wounds closed, exhaustion evaporated, and vitality was forcibly restored. It was a medical miracle on an urban scale; a baptism of regeneration.

"Are you still here?"

None were conscious to witness it; the monstrous scream of reality had extinguished the consciousness of every human for miles around.

(CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...)

Suddenly, a rhythmic sound began to resonate among the rubble.

"I thought you’d already left~!"

Melioris slowly turned her head.

"Oh, come on, don't say that! After all, you showed me something impressive!!"

From the shadows, a figure emerged with divine parsimony. It was the "Goddess," her face reflecting an absolute ecstasy.

"Right now, that expression makes you look like a pervert," Melioris remarked.

The Goddess walked toward her, eyes fixed on the point where space still vibrated. "Simply... magnificent."

"That human... that cut... it was sublime... But precisely because of that, it is a pity. He truly exceeded his limits."

At their feet, Shija’s condition was harrowing. His silhouette was barely recognizable—carbonized, with tendons exposed and limbs at unnatural angles. It was a miracle he hadn't disintegrated.

"Haaaah... Even in that state... You didn't let go of your sword..."

His fingers remained fused to the hilt, the only structure keeping his will anchored to this plane.

"Touching the divine with a mortal body has consequences," the Goddess stated, her interior harboring the soul of the Archbishop of Greed. She looked at the remains like a damaged treasure. "I truly want his corpse."

"Don't even think about it."

The atmosphere froze. Melioris released a pressure so massive the ground sank several centimeters.

"If you even dare... we will fight right here, right now. I care very little for our non-intervention pact if you lay your hands on what is mine."

It was no longer a game; it was a promise of death. The Archbishop yielded. "He is beyond salvation anyway. His soul is charred. He is trapped in eternal agony, a broken soul in a dead vessel."

Melioris’s tension evaporated instantly. "Oh, I see. No problem then!"

She smiled mischievously and approached Shija with maternal calm. "I had left him a gift in Baron Glutt's hands... but as a reward for this exquisite show... I’ll grant you an extra. This will be my final gift."

She plucked a single strand of her hair, which transformed into a small serpent of emerald and silver light.

"Until next time, Shija... I hope we meet again..."

The creature slid onto the warrior's shattered chest and entered him, seeking the scorched fragments of his soul to anchor itself.

(Dumb... Dub-dum...!)

To the rhythm of the heart as it began to beat once more...