This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!



I looked around.

All around me where forms of myself, their hair still the shade of white I had before and eyes just as purple.

Except.

Injuries incomparable to what had ever come on my riddled their bodies. While some just had the same missing finger, many others lacked entire limbs. Wounds and scars covered their form from top to bottom.

But it wasn't the wounds that felt strange. Not at all.

It were their eyes.

All of their eyes were hollow, a sign of what could have… what would have happened…

Quite a few them seemed completely broken in the head too, a few laughed while another kept taking names over and over as if casting a curse.

[How do you like the present, Protector?]

"Foolish."

[Ah, don't think you'll be safe because they are you. All of them perceive you as their greatest enemy, at least in this space.]

A grin spread over my lips.

[I'll stop bothering you, enjoy dying, protector.]

"Say, Catene," I muttered as all the 'enemies' glared at me. "How are you feeling today?"

The spear in my hand whirred. A bright light emerged from it as its body changed into an enormous curved sword just a head smaller than me.

I removed the sunglasses and hung it from my shirt.

"Come, weaklings."

The Eugene Hall's all around growled and raged as fumes left their faces. Some calm, some angered, all of them out for cold, ruthless, murder.

"GRAAAAAH!" They screamed and charged ahead at me.

"I'll show you what you could have become."

***

Parallel Junction could not believe its eyes.

It would be simple, he had thought. He only had to hold the man back, he had thought.

Those words couldn't be any further from the truth.

Nothing was simple, nothing at all. This man, this being…

The protector of the realm, the one called Eugene Hall.

It was impossible to believe someone like him was still in this realm.

Deep within the space the Parallel Junction had created, using all of his control over the Concept to form a world where only his concept ruled supreme.

He had summoned three thousand versions of Eugene Hall into his Deadly Terminus. All of them were also the most potent ones he could bring in, the strongest he had command over.

Any stronger, and the concept would reject it. Even if it didn't, his mind control would not have worked.

Usually, it was someone who was stronger than his target. That was usually the case. His ability did not matter on his own strength, but the difference in the strength of the one that has been summoned.

And three thousand of them, even if the gap was very small, Eugene Hall should not have been able to handle more than ten, or if he were being generous, twenty of them.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm And even if he had the guts, Parallel Junction firmly believed it would be years before he could kill all of them and when he did manage to do it, the man would be in death's embrace himself.

At that point, if he had undergone a transformation, Parallel Junction would have welcomed it with open arms. A tale of bravery like that was to be rewarded.

That was how it should have been.

The man should have been stuck, desperate.

But…

[You're all terrible.]

He swung his sword mercilessly at the ones coming at him and cut them all into bits. With every swing of his blade, ten or twenty would fall at once.

Like a madman, he shot through the place swinging his sword. Dozens upon dozens of his enemies flew into the sky with every swing as the white space was dyed with black and red blood.

Parallel Junction's breathing grew haphazard. It had been minutes, just minutes.

Yet half of the three thousand were already gone.

Like spilling paint, streaks of black covered the entirety of the Deadly Terminus and painted over the summons.

He took a step away from the dome.

This was bad.

No. It was terrible.

[A-all of you! You're allies!] Screamed Parallel Junction. He had to do something, something. Using more his mind control, he somehow managed to make them all work together against the monster in front.

They stopped caring about themselves and went all in.

Some grabbed his feet knowing they would be stabbed, others sank their teeth in his skin.

It was working. It was definitely working.

A bunch of the summons jumped him at once, using the one ahead as blinds, the ones behind stabbed their own weapons through their allies all to attack the Protector.

Streaks of all kinds of magic fell down on him.

[Y-yes…] Parallel Junction heaved. [Finally, yes… get him…]

A knee smashed into Eugene's face, but the smirk never left.

It would be wiped out soon enough.

The summons all raged and piled themselves on top of him.

The entire mountain of summons trembled as he struggled below a dog pile of over hundred, but soon…

It stopped.

The struggle stopped.

A serene, tranquil calm took over the space inside the Deadly Terminus.

It was finally over.

[Finally…]

—CLAP

Parallel Junction froze in his spot.

A loud clap boomed through the Outer God's ears as a sense of fear took it over.

Even now?

Was this guy... Holding back, even now?

"Stage…"

The mountain of summons trembled once more.

"Five."

—BOOOOOM!

The space of white was dyed in black as a beam of Cataclysm swallowed the entire pile at once.

All the summons attacking all this while like true madmen with nothing to lose stepped back.

They were coated in fear.

Right in the center, with his black hair fluttering, the protector of this realm smiled.

"Really," he said. "You all, are far too weak."

He swung his sword again.

Parallel Junction screamed and crouched down as another explosion swallowed the entirety of the Deadly Terminus.

The Outer God fell on its back, its body quaked as it tried to turn over and run away.

But.

Before it could.

A foot appeared atop it and slammed it into the ground.

"How many?" a voice asked.

"T-three… thousand…"

"Not that, I don't care for the worthless dead. How many of you are here?"

A tear spilled from Parallel Junction's eyes.

This was…

A dead end.

"Eight…" he said. "Now, there must be six… No more would be coming here."

"Congratulations, you managed to hold me back for exactly thirty one minutes…"

The pressure on its head increased.

"To hold back the strongest, count it as an achievement and die proud of yourself."

The second of the Eight Outer Gods.

Was wiped from existence.

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