I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 63

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Purification.

A status ailment that could be inflicted with blessed weapons and sacred spells.

Unlike other status ailments that had all sorts of explanations attached, the effect was described in a single line: “Greatly reduces all damage dealt by the target for the duration.”

If you only looked at this, the part about “greatly reducing damage dealt” might not be fully understood, and you might think it was a somewhat annoying status ailment and move on.

However, the saying “simple is best” holds true anytime, anywhere.

Even in vanilla, it was a very nasty status ailment with a reduction rate of 40%, but in the Darkest Light Mod, it went a step further and reached a staggering 90%.

It was almost as if no damage was being dealt at all.

Whether it was physical attacks, magical attacks, or even attacks of the same sacred attribute, it didn’t matter.

It reduced all damage dealt, as the word literally stated.

Moreover, the damage reduction was applied at the very end, after all other damage calculations were finished, so even if you used all sorts of buffs to inflate the damage, it would mercilessly cut off 90%.

What was even more wicked was that there was almost no way for the player to properly utilize this ridiculously overpowered status ailment.

All blessed weapons and sacred spells did fill the Purification gauge.

However, the rate at which it decreased was so terrifying that it was of little help.

Even in the slight post-delay between attacking with a dagger, the fastest weapon in terms of attack speed, and striking the next hit, the status ailment value would be cut in half.

Infuriatingly, the Purification-related penalty was only for players.

Other enemies who actually used sacred power were able to build up the gauge just fine.

‘They know that if players could spam Purification, the game would be a cakewalk.’

Then why did they create it in the first place?

Did they make it just to piss off the person on the receiving end?

At least in the Darkest Light Mod, no matter what kind of sacred attack you took, you would die before the status ailment was applied, so if you were careful with a few patterns, you wouldn’t have to deal with it.

That was a small consolation in the midst of misfortune.

I wasn’t sure if that could be called a consolation though.

“What… How…”

Lizé, who didn’t know the inner workings, muttered in an extremely bewildered voice.

Erica, who had been preparing to parry the battle nun’s attack right next to me, also seemed greatly shocked.

Stella responded with a radiant smile.

“The divine protects me, so did you think a mere heretic who serves a demon could lay a single fingertip on my body? You’re not just stupid, you’re incredibly stupid.”

In terms of the game system, it was called “Purification,” so players referred to it that way, but the NPCs in the game described this phenomenon as a miracle of the divine.

Well, since it was due to sacred power, it wasn’t entirely wrong to describe it as a miracle of the divine.

Stella, who had set down her flail on the ground, grabbed Lizé’s left wrist.

As she applied force in that state, her arm slowly started to be pulled outward.

The distance between the dagger and the eyeball gradually increased.

The knight commander, who possessed a strength dozens of times greater than an ordinary person, was easily overpowered in a contest of strength.

In contrast to Lizé, whose arm was trembling, Stella had a very relaxed expression.

This time, her right wrist that had been stabbing the neck was pushed away.

Lizé, who had both her wrists seized, tried to break free by twisting her body with all her might, but Stella didn’t even budge.

“It’s a pointless struggle.”

Stella’s body rotated halfway while still gripping her arms.

Lizé’s feet shot up into the air.

As her body had turned about halfway, Stella twisted her body again.

Lizé’s toes pointed towards the sky and then plummeted to the ground.

“Sis!”

Accompanied by Erica’s agonizing scream, her body crashed into the ground.

A thud was heard, and dust rose.

It was the grabbing pattern that the Inquisitor occasionally used in boss battles.

“Cough, hack!”

Lizé, who had been slammed into the ground starting from her back, coughed in pain.

Since the grip that had seized her arms still hadn’t loosened, she couldn’t do anything other than cough.

In fact, if Lizé hadn’t been under the influence of Purification, or even if she had been but knew from the beginning that Stella possessed such an ability, she definitely wouldn’t have been overpowered by Stella.

It was because she was caught off guard by the fact that her attacks weren’t working properly, allowing for a surprise attack.

“Erica.”

I casually called out to Erica, who was on the verge of charging at Stella with a ferocious expression.

Erica, who had been wrapping flames around her blade, flinched and turned her head towards me.

“Just listen for now. The reason Lizé’s attacks didn’t work on that blonde isn’t some miracle of the divine, but because of the light you two were hit with earlier. That light inflicted a debuff on you.”

Upon hearing the truth, Erica’s eyes widened.

It was probably a fact she had never even considered.

“So the same goes for you. You and Lizé were both hit by the white light, right? In your current state, no matter how much you attack that woman, it won’t do anything.”

“…Then what should we do?”

“I’ll step forward.”

‘Not that I have a specific method.’

Although I told Erica that I would handle it, in fact, I had no brilliant solution either.

This was something I had never experienced in the game, and I didn’t know a definite way to overcome this situation.

The Inquisitor not only designated me as a heretic for using a demon to deal with the lord but even came directly from the Holy Kingdom to find me.

Who could have imagined this?

‘I hope this doesn’t mess up the main story.’

It was fine if small details were slightly off.

However, it was absolutely not okay for the main story to go off track.

“Ugh!”

“Sis?!”

Lizé soared into the air and landed with a thud right next to Erica.

Stella had thrown Lizé towards us.

Erica hurriedly ran over to Lizé.

I wondered why she couldn’t land properly while falling, but Lizé had an almost dazed expression.

It seemed the recent events had been quite a shock to her.

Erica was trying to somehow get Lizé back on her feet.

The battle nuns, each holding a flail and shield, were gradually closing the distance around us.

‘Can we get through this without a fight?’

If I had the Vitality Enhancement Rune equipped and was surrounded alone, I would have rolled to one side to avoid being completely encircled and searched for a way out.

But now, I had to take care of Claudia, Lizé, and Erica.

I hadn’t even considered the thought of abandoning the three of them and escaping alone.

Therefore, it was right to devise a solution that avoided combat as much as possible.

I recalled the information about the Inquisitor in my mind.

For some reason, I maintained a surprising level of composure, as if I had a reliable corner to rely on.

That was none other than the Sacred Power stat.

Since I had raised my Sacred Power stat to 10, it was safe to say that the probability of being classified as a heretic in the heretic judgment conducted by Stella was practically zero.

‘…The problem is if she determines me as a heretic without even conducting the judgment.’

If that happened, there would be no other way than to actually fight Stella.

‘I’ll have to try.’

After running a few rough simulations in my head, I stepped forward as if to shield Lizé and Erica.

Behind me, I heard the sound of Lizé, who was startled, trying to get up but being stopped by Erica.

Erica probably thought I had something in mind since I had already given her a hint that I would handle it.

“Why are you stepping forward? Do heretics also have a sense of caring for their comrades? Ugh, disgusting.”

Stella made a gesture as if she were about to vomit.

In contrast to her tone, a beaming smile was still on her face.

If you only looked at her face, she had an incredibly kind-looking impression.

“I’ll say it again, we are not heretics. And definitely not devil worshippers. You’re the only one misunderstanding, so just turn around and leave.”

“Misunderstanding? Me?”

Stella gripped the handle of the flail that had nearly half of its weight buried in the ground.

With a creak, the weight slowly began to be pulled out.

“Who do you think you’re saying such brazen words to?”

The battle nuns surrounding us further narrowed the distance.

Before I knew it, some of them had reached Claudia’s side.

Claudia tried to lift her greatsword but couldn’t even get close to the handle and exhaled roughly, dropping her arm.

Lizé and Erica also couldn’t move recklessly.

A flail was hovering near Claudia’s head as if to threaten us.

The meaning behind that action was obvious.

“Let me ask one thing. What happens if we surrender here?”

“Surrender? Ah, it seems you’ve finally gained some understanding of your place. Of course, we’ll verify your purity to confirm that you are heretics, and then we’ll have to torture you until you repent for your sins.”

Stella smiled brightly.

That was enough.

The mention of purity verification meant they would conduct the heretic judgment.

Now, at least, there was no chance of dying without even being judged.

“Is that so? Alright. Then I surrender.”

“Delta?!”

“Mr. Delta?!”

As I readily declared surrender while dropping the blood-stained sword on the ground, Lizé and Erica, who were startled, called out my name.

I looked at Lizé and Erica, conveying that it was alright.

Perhaps reading the meaning in my gaze, they immediately quieted down.

“You gave up? Well, fine. It’s better to not waste energy unnecessarily. Everyone, move. Be careful with your actions, as we don’t know where the evidence of devil worship might be.”

The battle nuns approached, seized my arms, and forcibly made me kneel on the ground.

They were so strong that my seized arms couldn’t move at all.

Lizé and Erica were disarmed and surrounded, and for Claudia, they simply assigned one nun to watch over her.

Was it because I was the main culprit?

“Iris.”

“Yes, Inquisitor.”

Stella, with a confident expression, beckoned someone with a gesture.

A battle nun called Iris approached me with a demure appearance.

She was a nun with blonde hair and green eyes, just like Stella.

It was a meaningless detail since all the battle nuns had blonde hair and green eyes, but anyway, that was the case.

Even in a situation where a menacing atmosphere lingered as if my head would be smashed with a flail at any moment, I maintained my composure.

After all, there was no chance of me dying during the purity verification, or in other words, the heretic judgment stage.

Another rough hand forcibly lifted my head.

I ended up looking up at Iris from below.

It was a nun’s robe that exposed more than it concealed.

The underboob and sideboob seemed to have no intention of being covered at all, and I wondered why she was even wearing a garter belt.

Not only her armpits but also the inside of her thighs and even the flesh of her buttocks were fully visible.

What was even more absurd was the fact that despite such an outfit, her level of exposure was lower than Stella’s.

Was there a rule in the Holy Kingdom that the higher up you go, the more you have to strip?

“Begin.”

As Stella’s command fell, Iris placed her latex-gloved hand on her chest cover without hesitation.

And the other hand went to the piece of cloth covering her crotch.

‘…What?’

I couldn’t hide my bewilderment at the impromptu striptease unfolding right in front of my eyes.

Iris, the very person taking off her clothes, had a very serious expression.

She unfastened the hem of her nun’s robe and slowly lifted the chest cover.

The small pink protrusions at the end gradually began to reveal themselves.

I was confused.

Truly confused.

Was this really the method of judging heretics? Why?

Regardless of my reaction, Iris swiftly lifted the chest cover and unfastened the crotch cover, revealing her bare breasts and a woman’s intimate area right in front of my eyes without a single thread covering them.

Silence permeated the air.

Stella, the perpetrator who had ordered this absurd act, Iris, the perpetrator who had carried out this absurd act, and I, the witness to this absurd act.

Everyone present had frozen in a daze.

“…Huh?”

Breaking that silence, Stella’s dumbfounded voice echoed.

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