I Made a Game Featuring Constellations - Chapter 38



Lewd Wisdom (1)

In the infirmary located in a secluded part of Layla Academy

Among the beds lined up in a row, there was one bed with a person on it.

The man lying on the bed unwrapped the bandage around his head.

The bump that had formed from hitting his forehead on the desk had been neatly healed.

He picked up the shattered remains of his glasses.

Whirr

A mysterious energy swirled around his hand.

As the power converged, the remains of the glasses reassembled into their original form.

It was part of the power of knowledge that allowed restoration only when the internal structure was fully understood.

phone ringing

The man brought his index and middle fingers to his ear.

“Speak.”

He focused on the voice of Wisdom’s First Apostle, coming from beyond the line.

“It’s possible. Yes. Yes.”

The man nodded for a while, taking in the instructions.

“Understood. I will meet her tomorrow, before the Academy lecture begins, and make the request. Don’t worry. It’s more than possible. Everything will be as Wisdom desires. Yes. Then.”

As the First Apostle’s voice, which had been resonating in his mind, cut off, the man rose from the bed.

“How convenient. Who would’ve thought she was a supplier?”

A divine oracle had descended from the God of Wisdom.

To obtain the book she desired.

That was the order given to him through the First Apostle.

His constellation, [Lewd Wisdom], possessed vast wisdom and knowledge befitting its constellation name, but tended to be fixated on a specific field.

That field was er*tica.

Regardless of whether the object appearing in the media was a tentacle, same-s*x, both-s*x, or non-human, if it was s*xually stimulating, she desired it.

Her most faithful servant, the First Apostle, could find the method to obtain any object and the one closest to it through her unique Wisdom power, [Small World].

The man had received similar orders numerous times, finding and delivering the objects desired by his God.

The last item he delivered was, perhaps, a specially-made women’s masturbation device using magical engineering.

This time, it seemed the God desired a book focusing on a specific character.

The kind of item only circulated within secret organizations.

“There’s no problem. She owes me a debt.”

The man was sure of himself.

He was an apostle of [Lewd Wisdom], possessing the ultimate cunning that could topple even immense power.

* * *

“I am Lian, an apostle of [Archive].”

Monica, with a dazed look, took the hand extended towards her.

“Please, get up.”

She, who had been slumped on the ground, was pulled to her feet by the man’s strength.

“Are you… really the Overseer’s apostle?”

“Technically, I am an apostle of [Archive], but it could be seen that way too.”

If his apostle had been a woman… it would have been hard to bear, but a man like this was a different story.

An apostle with this kind of appearance…

She wanted to become his apostle even more.

“Monica-nim.”

“…Yes? Ah, yes!”

Monica answered flustered, as Lian spoke to her.

“This is another god’s temple.”

“Ah, yes.”

“And moreover, it’s the temple of a god who is on friendly terms with him. So why did you hold his memorial service in this temple, without the owner’s permission?”

“T-that is…”

Monica fidgeted, pressing the index fingers of both hands together.

“I-I just thought it was an abandoned temple, so I didn’t mean anything else…”

“Is that so?”

“Y-Yes!”

Hmm.

The boy nodded.

“It seems you didn’t intend any harm.”

“Y-Yes!”

“But the owner of this temple is very angry. It’s only natural since you used the temple without permission.”

“N-No way…”

“Yes, that’s right. All that anger will be directed towards the one in the [Archive]. It was a memorial service for them.”

“W-What should I do…! What should I do!”

Because of what I did, he’s going to suffer!

No.

I couldn’t bear that.

“Isn’t there a way? A way to undo my mistake!”

“Hmm… There is, but it will take considerable time and effort. Can you do it?”

“I can! No, I will! Please let me do it!”

Lian smiled faintly at an angle Monica couldn’t see.

From eradicating the abnormal s*xual desires hidden in the shadows to delivering snacks to the Constellation, the errand runner had to solve it all.

I found a suitable fixer.

* * *

“Ugh… I’m sleepy.”

Rubbing my eyes, I arrived at the academy with my bag slung over my shoulder.

[The magitech engineer, who had shed his anger, pats me, saying he worked hard until late at night.]

The frog doll wearing a crown on my shoulder patted me.

“Well, it’s what I have to do.”

Yesterday, I encountered my fan (though it’s questionable if they can be called a fan) in the mental world and, after returning to the real world, I pretended to be the director’s apostle.

I made them clean up the mess in the deity’s temple, which was ruined by my memorial service, and made them a slave to deliver snacks to the deity.

It was worth revealing my current face.

However, after finishing all this and returning to the dormitory, a problem arose….

[The storyteller in the dream, too sleepy, scratched his head with a short arm and made an awkward expression.]

While I was attending school classes, did the deity recruit gods for the game from the heavens?

Wondering what this was about, I asked the deity in detail, and they said that they had been looking for gods who seemed to be corrupted by sin to find material for the game, as I seemed to be struggling a lot lately.

The magitech engineer helped her.

It is said that more gods gathered than expected.

[They said they wanted to appear as the main characters in the next story of the Akashic Archive.]

Before the story of the demon god came out, there was almost no contact from the gods, so I thought they weren’t interested, but it seems they were just being cautious.

Once the floodgates opened, they all flocked in.

So the deity selected three gods….

The problem is that I can’t grant that request because I plan to hold an event before releasing the next story.

In my previous life, subculture games used to hold events for various occasions like Halloween or Christmas.

I decided to benchmark those games and use events to showcase the charm of the characters and provide players with a better gaming experience.

In this world, there is no Halloween, but there is a holiday called Memorial Day.

I was planning to release skins and hold an event for that holiday…

How can you bring me such a task, my lord?

[The storyteller in the dream apologizes sincerely, spreading out their small hands.]

It’s truly a dilemma.

I still haven’t figured out the identity of the Abyss creatures and the gods corrupted by sin…

Anyway, I stayed up all night and almost finished the framework for the event, so I can start on the next story after this.

“Apostle! Apostle!”

As I was walking down the hallway, I heard someone running behind me.

Apostle?

When I turned around, Monica, the Apostle of Courage from yesterday, was running towards me, waving her hand.

…No way, this woman.

“Did you sleep well, Apostle?”

Her violent demeanor from yesterday was completely gone, and she greeted me politely.

“Huh?”

I grabbed her wrist and moved to a secluded spot at the end of the hallway.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me Apostle.”

“What? Ha, but….”

“I can’t tell you the details, but the current [Archive] is in a crisis. It means that it’s never good to attract the attention of others.”

Ah! I see… a secluded prison….

Hearing my story, she misunderstood something on her own and drooped sullenly.

“I’m, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Haa, no. It’s okay. It’s also my fault for not telling you in advance yesterday.”

If the story of a nonexistent apostle of God leaks out, it will be troublesome.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Ah! Well! So… there’s something that he asked me to do….”

Is it the story of exterminating those with that inclination?

It’s definitely not something I can do, and it’s a field I don’t want to get involved in.

It was best for her, the apostle of God, to handle it instead.

At that moment,

“There you are, Apostle of Courage.”

A familiar voice came from the side.

When I turned my head, a handsome man was pushing up his glasses.

It was the Apostle of Wisdom I saw yesterday.

“……What is it?”

Monica’s voice, answering him, had turned cold.

“There’s no need to worry. I don’t intend to make an issue of yesterday’s matter.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“But our Constellation ordered us to retrieve the item that you have. I would appreciate it if you could give me just one copy.”

A book, a book?

Monica’s face flushed with confusion.

“I heard that you are the author of that book. I know you have it now. I will pay you generously. Can you give me one copy now?”

Monica urgently turned around.

“Sa, Apostle! Th-that is!”

Monica, flustered.

The opening of her bag loosened with the intense shaking.

Srrk

[The Director and the Unstoppable Girl]

A book slipped out through the gap

Thud

The pages of the book that fell to the floor opened.

“What the….”

I couldn’t close my mouth when I saw that page.

A beautiful girl drawn in a shoujo manga style

was kissing the director in a rose garden, based on my past life.

“Hau, hauu….”

Monica closed her eyes tightly, as if believing that she could escape the current situation by bowing her head like an ostrich and closing her eyes.

* * *

Heaven

A small room deeply isolated from the realms of other gods

In the middle of a room filled with all sorts of odds and ends, there lay a goddess, too big to be called a girl, too small to be called a woman, curled up with her eyes closed.

-For the ultimate wisdom!

-You are my greatest masterpiece!

“P-please, stop….”

She grimaced and tossed and turned as if she were having a nightmare.

-On the day the narrative is completed, you will be the god who governs wisdom and be imprisoned in the prison of knowledge.

-That is your mission, from which even ascension cannot free you.

“Stop!”

The goddess opened her eyes.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

Clench

She grabbed something long that was lying beside her.

Creak….

The bad memories that cluttered her mind.

She had to forget them.

She had to endure.

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Waiting for salvation that might never come.

Dreaming of the freedom that I longed for.