I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 64

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Stella’s face, which always had a fresh smile, showed a different expression for the first time.

Shock devoured her smile, and astonishment swallowed her composure.

“This can’t be… This can’t be happening…? How…?”

As if she had never even imagined the possibility of me not being a heretic, she kept repeating that this couldn’t be happening with an extremely perplexed face.

It seemed like her mind would crumble at any moment.

Her pupils rolled incessantly.

Her fingertips trembled, and she swayed her legs, expressing the shock she had received with her entire body.

The battle nuns surrounding us were equally shocked.

The battle nun called Iris, who had performed a solo striptease in front of me, was frozen with a dumbfounded expression, her bare breasts and genitals fully exposed.

The grip on my shoulders and arms had also loosened to the point where I could easily shake it off if I wanted to.

The two behind me probably had expressions not much different from Iris.

For now, I couldn’t just blatantly stare at someone else’s intimate areas, so I quickly lowered my head.

The heretic judgment method I remembered didn’t involve such public exposure.

“Y-You! How… How are you not a heretic?”

I noticed that Stella had changed the way she addressed me from “you” or “heretic” to “you” at some point and chuckled inwardly.

If she still considered me a heretic, with her personality, she would never use a friendly term like “you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I have nothing to do with devil worship? The same goes for Lizé, Erica, and Claudia. You just made a baseless assumption.”

“No way… No way… I clearly smell the scent of a demon…”

“Didn’t Erica tell you that too? We may have been involved with a demon, but we have never committed any acts that would warrant being called heretics. We emphasized several times that we are clearly victims, but did you even listen to what we were saying?”

“Then… Then we’ll do it until you’re judged as a heretic! Everyone, come out! Come out and verify this person’s purity!”

Stella shouted while trembling and looking behind me.

The battle nuns who had been holding me from both sides abruptly let go of my arms and walked towards Stella.

As the support disappeared, someone roughly grabbed my body that was about to fall forward.

It was Stella.

She had approached behind me at some point and firmly secured my face between the handle of her flail and her forearm.

The battle nuns lined up in a single row.

Each of them took off their underwear, held it in their right hand, and placed their left hand on their chest cover.

I immediately realized what they were trying to do.

They were clearly about to imitate what Iris had just done, but as a group.

“Are you serious? You’re going to strip as a group here? Have you no shame?”

“Shut up! This isn’t simply an act of unfastening the sacred robe but verifying your purity!”

“Didn’t you already verify it?”

What was the action Iris had just done?

A striptease by an exhibitionist?

“There’s no need to listen to the words of such a heretic! Begin, right now!”

Stella’s voice echoed loudly.

She was someone who couldn’t be reasoned with.

Hoping that Lizé or Erica might be able to help, I rolled my eyes as much as possible and glanced to the side.

Lizé and Erica seemed unable to comprehend the situation unfolding before their eyes, and they both stared at us blankly with their mouths half-open.

It was pointless to expect help from them in that state.

The battle nun standing at the very front pressed her lower abdomen against my face.

Then, just as Iris had done, she began lifting her chest cover and skirt to expose her bare skin.

Naturally, her clothes were rolled up without any obstructions.

From then on, it was a repetition of staring down at the pink protrusions at the tip of the breasts and the fully exposed crotch, as the underwear had been removed, with a shocked expression before collapsing to the ground.

I had no choice but to watch as beautiful women with overwhelming beauty and voluptuous bodies took turns performing stripteases right in front of my face in a semi-forced manner.

Of course, I didn’t entirely dislike it.

If there was a man who disliked this situation, he would either be gay, homosexual, or prefer men, one of the three.

However, my mind was too confused to openly enjoy this.

‘How does this count as heretic judgment? What’s the meaning behind it?’

What was the meaning behind the act of removing underwear and exposing their breasts and crotch that they judged whether I was a devil worshipper or not based on such an act?

Regardless of my confusion, their so-called “purity verification” ended quickly.

In the first place, they approached me while I was being held and lifted their clothes, then stepped back in shock, so there was no way it would take a long time.

The battle nuns all had expressions as if the sky had fallen, and Stella was no different.

Each of them had a face that seemed to have had their beliefs denied.

No, their beliefs had indeed been denied.

The one who branded me as a heretic would have been either the divine or the Pope of the Sun, and both of them were objects of faith and worship from their perspective.

“How… How…”

Stella was on her knees with her legs spread apart, her buttocks pressed against the ground, and she was staring at me with a stunned expression.

Was that a pose only women could do?

Finally free, I confidently stood up, making eye contact with Stella.

“You see?”

Now I had no reason to cower at all.

The Inquisitor of the Holy Kingdom would go to any lengths to condemn a heretic, but on the contrary, they would be endlessly kind to good people.

Since the purity verification was over, it was as if the divine they served had confirmed that I had no connection to demons.

So there was no way they could harm me.

If they committed such an act, it would be an act of betraying their own god.

“…”

Stella lowered her head deeply.

The battle nuns were similar.

They seemed to have been quite shocked.

With the situation sorted out, I was about to help Lizé and Erica to their feet.

“I can’t accept this.”

“Huh?”

Stella’s green eyes met mine as she raised her head again.

There was a burning emotion in those eyes.

I grabbed the handle of the blood-stained sword, feeling slightly tense.

Was she planning to recklessly pounce on me?

“I’ll have to verify it myself.”

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like she was going to thoughtlessly charge at me, so I inwardly sighed in relief, but I didn’t let my guard down.

She said she would verify it herself, so what was she trying to do again?

“I can’t accept it. How can someone who broke the demon’s seal and even stole it not be a heretic?”

Stella approached me with long strides and grabbed my right wrist tightly.

The force was strong enough to make me frown instantly.

Compared to this, the strength with which the battle nuns had held me was like child’s play.

Stella pulled my arm to the front of her chest and lifted the cover with her other hand, inserting it underneath.

A warm sensation was felt on my hand hidden beneath the cover.

“Grab it.”

“What?”

“Did you not understand, or are you pretending not to understand? I said grab it tightly.”

What was I supposed to grab?

It was too obvious what she meant.

The soft sensation I was feeling on my palm right now.

She was clearly telling me to fondle this.

“Not only public exposure but now you want me to touch your breasts too?”

“It’s the final stage of purity verification. What, are you afraid of being judged as a heretic?”

“…”

I tried to shake off my arm first, but it didn’t budge at all.

It wasn’t just firmly held; it felt like my wrist and palm had merged into one.

My wrist was pulled even closer.

My palm was buried directly into Stella’s breast.

The flesh softly yielded between my fingers, and some flesh slightly protruded.

As if that wasn’t enough, Stella pressed down on the back of my hand with her other hand, burying it even deeper.

Squish, I unconsciously clenched my palm.

“…Ngh!”

With that, a faint moan escaped Stella’s lips.

Upon hearing that moan, I barely managed to hold on to my sanity that was about to snap.

If I did something reckless here, it would be a disaster.

“This is… What…”

While I was desperately struggling internally to maintain my sanity, Stella met my eyes with an even more shocked voice than before.

Her grassy green eyes trembled.

Strength entered the hand grabbing my wrist.

Naturally, my hand was buried even deeper into her breast.

Ignoring that completely, Stella opened her mouth.

“Why… Why do I feel a sacred power from you, who has not an ounce of faith in the divine…?”

At Stella’s shocking statement, even the battle nuns, who had been collectively dazed, seemed to have come to their senses and stared at me.

They looked even more shocked than Lizé and Erica a moment ago.

‘Ah, so that’s what it was. I wondered why she suddenly acted like this.’

Unlike the reactions of Stella and the battle nuns, I remained calm.

I had been quite tense, wondering what was going on when she suddenly lowered her voice and spoke urgently, but it was nothing major.

What Stella had just said was a small event that could be seen in the game when the player first encountered the Inquisitor.

Players could freely raise their stats according to their preferences, so it was possible to ignore faith and recklessly raise sacred power like I did, but the people of the Brightest Darkness 4 world couldn’t do that.

It was a common belief among the people of the Holy Kingdom that as faith deepened, sacred power would naturally be acquired.

So it would be utterly bewildering to possess sacred power despite lacking faith.

It was equivalent to us witnessing a smartphone functioning properly without a battery.

For reference, if faith was higher than sacred power, they would say that the power one could wield was lacking compared to their faith, so they should train harder.

If sacred power was higher than faith, they would laugh heartily, saying that the power one could wield was abundant compared to their faith, so they must be receiving the love of the divine.

There were also many other variations, such as when neither faith nor sacred power was raised at all, when both stats were at 99, when only one of the two was at 99, and so on, making it quite entertaining to watch.

“Then you… Perhaps…”

Stella muttered something incomprehensible with a dazed expression.

Just as her lips moved again, about to say something to me, someone grabbed Stella’s hand tightly.

“What are you doing?”

It was Lizé.

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