I Reincarnated into a Game Filled with Mods – Chapter 79

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I dodged the right arm trying to crush me by appropriately rolling, and before Lucia could approach, I charged in from my side first.

Ironically, because the boss was so monstrously shaped, it was much easier to deal with her by sticking close like this rather than maintaining a certain distance.

Not only did the body part take more damage due to having lower defense compared to other areas, but some of the arm-swinging patterns could be completely avoided.

I had experienced countless cases of getting hit by a sweeping attack with an unexpectedly wide range and dying a puzzling death because I was intimidated by Lucia’s appearance and tried to awkwardly distance myself.

ㅡClang!

Of course, even sticking close wasn’t easy in the Darkest Light Mod.

I deflected all of Lucia’s consecutively swinging arms, landed a normal attack, and then retreated.

A tentacle that had sprouted from her split abdomen pierced the spot where I had just been.

It was a new interruption pattern added in the Darkest Light Mod.

I had to keep such things in mind at all times.

Because if I couldn’t react, what would happen next was obvious.

Lucia’s shoulders wriggled greatly.

It meant she was about to start the consecutive slam-down pattern.

Instead of dodging or avoiding with rolling, I could just deflect them all.

I looked at the two arms preparing to strike down and swung my sword at the right timing.

Loud clang sounds rang out consecutively.

My body was pushed back bit by bit, and Lucia walked forward accordingly, but that was it.

There was nothing particularly noteworthy to be cautious of.

As soon as the 7-hit combo ended, I swung my sword one more time to deflect Lucia’s right arm attack.

The massive lump of flesh swept away the entire nearby floor, and I barely managed to stop my body from being pushed back by the recoil.

Lucia’s clothing, which had become like rags, fluttered briefly.

‘…It’s really hard to concentrate.’

The biggest problem wasn’t Lucia’s difficulty or patterns.

The biggest problem was that my thoughts and gaze kept wandering to inappropriate places due to her naked body.

It didn’t matter that her skin was covered in black liquid.

The appearance itself was human, wasn’t it?

Naturally, the physical characteristics from when she was human remained intact.

Moreover, that damn mod played a significant role.

Lucia was female even in vanilla, but she didn’t wear such clothing.

The combat priests, the original version of the combat nuns, wore priestly robes that tightly covered their entire bodies, and the outfit was appropriately torn from there.

But when the mod was applied, not only did the combat priests all change to women, but their attire also boasted an outrageous level of exposure.

With that outfit being torn and ripped, it was obvious what it would look like.

Her breasts, openly exposed every time she moved her body, swayed intensely, and her posture also seemed to fully emphasize her chest or buttocks.

There was no need to mention her figure that was being emphasized so much.

On top of that, she wasn’t even wearing underwear, so the area between her legs was also precarious.

I was truly grateful that at least the black liquid covering her entire body was there.

Lucia’s left arm of her main body collided with the blood-stained sword and was greatly deflected.

The lump of fat hanging from her chest showed intense movement once again due to the recoil.

‘Good thoughts. Good thoughts.’

The situation was similar to the Arachnae boss battle.

Unlike Lucia, who had a somewhat human-like appearance, Arachnae was a perfect human, limited to her upper body.

Yet, the reason I was particularly conscious of such things only in this boss battle seemed to be largely due to the influence of the striptease performed by Stella and her subordinate battle nuns under the pretext of determining heretics.

They had collectively stripped in front of me, and in the end, the Inquisitor even forced me to fondle her breasts.

How could it not be imprinted in my mind?

As a result, those past events kept overlapping, and to make matters worse, Lucia’s attire was identical to the combat nuns’ attire.

‘Was the shock too great?’

The ones who attempted the heretic judgment, the one who received it, and the ones who watched it all froze and collectively lost their minds.

The reasons for all three freezing were different, though.

‘No, let’s just stop thinking about it.’

I managed to calm my mind and took a defensive stance, lowering my combat fatigue gauge while catching my breath for a moment.

I had done something unnecessary.

Right now, the top priority was to focus on the battle.

If I got distracted by irrelevant things, I would die on the spot.

I deliberately stared intently at the patterns Lucia was using.

It was to shake off the distracting thoughts.

Rather than thinking about avoiding those kinds of thoughts, I filled my head with the thought of focusing on the patterns.

‘This attack is off-beat.’

Seeing that right arm falling into an ambiguous position, I counted one beat in my mind and then rolled.

The sound of the arm swinging precisely at that timing was heard.

Lucia floated into the air, using her right arm she had slammed on the ground as a support.

The arms behind her back wriggled and began splitting into multiple branches.

Each split tentacle turned into a sharp awl.

After confirming that sight, I stood in an appropriate position.

If I dodged properly, it was a pattern that provided a very clear window for dealing damage.

The pattern started with the ones on the right side based on the boss.

I took one step to the right, and a tentacle slammed down right next to me with a bang.

Next, I twisted my body to the left.

Again, a tentacle struck directly next to me with a bang.

The difference was so precarious that it was not even the size of a finger joint.

I avoided all the numerous tentacles being slammed down by simply taking a single step or twisting my body.

It was possible to do in the game as well.

It was a situation called “hitbox porn,” and if you deliberately looked for it, most bosses had at least one pattern where you could perform such actions.

There was no reason to dodge so precariously, leaving rolling or deflecting aside, unless you were seeking to look cool.

After avoiding the tentacles in that way about 12 times, the attack ceased.

Lucia’s body, having finished the pattern, began to slowly descend.

Without waiting for that, I immediately swung my sword.

Until the main body fully descended to the ground, I could unilaterally beat her without worrying about being counterattacked.

Lucia initiated the next attack after being hit about 7 times.

The Blessing Enchantment applied to the blood-stained sword conveniently disappeared.

Instead of rolling to approach Lucia, I distanced myself.

I maintained an appropriate distance to prevent the pattern of leaping and slamming down with a body press, and I took out the sacred catalyst.

Once again, the murky sunlight was coated on the red blade.

“Ah-a-a… Ugh, urgh…”

Lucia staggered and retreated.

The arms that had sprouted from her back couldn’t withstand the accumulated damage and melted away into black liquid.

Painful groans escaped from between her lips.

The battle was one-sided.

In fact, if it weren’t one-sided, I wouldn’t be standing here unscathed.

Lucia tried to gather strength and regenerate the arms behind her back, but her body that had once taken damage and collapsed didn’t easily recover.

It would often regenerate only to crumble again.

Suddenly, a small object rolled off her neck.

After confirming Lucia’s head lowering, I lowered the sword I had been aiming.

It was a cutscene signaling the entry into Phase 2, so there was no risk of being attacked during that time.

Lucia’s blackened eyes stared intently at the object that had just rolled off.

It was a necklace.

A necklace that had been meekly hanging around her neck amidst the rag-like clothes, as if in harmony.

And it was also an item with a pattern symbolizing the god of the Holy Kingdom engraved on it.

“Oh, o-o-o-oh…”

Lucia let out a beastly wail and slowly knelt down, picking up the necklace on the ground with her left hand that had not yet been transformed.

The fingers holding it trembled violently.

Although stained and dirty, the pattern engraved on the surface was clearly visible.

Black liquid flowed from Lucia’s eyes like tears as she gently stroked the pattern.

Lucia preciously held the necklace to her chest and staggered to her feet.

Her mouth that had been letting out only beastly wails and screams moved slightly, forming human words.

“O Sun… O merciful light that watches over all creation…”

Lucia, who had been blankly staring at her right arm that had grown several times larger than her own body, grabbed its shoulder with her opposite hand while reciting a prayer.

ㅡCrack!

Her left hand gripping her right shoulder began to tear it off entirely.

Even as flesh was torn, joints were twisted, and black liquid poured out, the left hand tearing off her arm didn’t stop.

The eerie sound of flesh separating from flesh and bones separating from bones echoed throughout the boss room.

Finally, Lucia completely tore off her transformed right arm.

The massive lump of rotten flesh crumbled and was absorbed into the ground as it rotted and tattered.

“Hear the prayer of this pitiful lamb…”

Her left hand, soaked in black liquid, grasped another sacred catalyst tied to her waist.

Immediately, a dazzling golden light burst forth.

It was a light much more splendid and bright than the Blessing Enchantment applied to the blood-stained sword.

Although her entire skin began to burn and be consumed as if she had suffered burns due to her body still being tainted by the abyss, she didn’t seem to care at all whether her body was being burned or not.

Lucia brought the sacred catalyst to her right shoulder, where black liquid had started to gather and wriggle again.

White flames rose from her shoulder that came into contact with the sacred catalyst.

The clothing was still in tatters, and her right shoulder was being consumed by white flames, but the atmosphere felt completely different.

Now, her body was no longer covered in black liquid.

A bit of life returned to her blackened eyes.

“…Grant me the strength to rise once more.”

No longer the Fallen Priestess Lucia, but a woman who had returned as the Priestess of the Sun, Lucia ignited a brilliant golden light in the sacred catalyst.

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