I Made a Game Featuring Constellations - Chapter 64



Half a Success

Having entered the developer mode in the dream world that composes the [Akashic Archive], I observed the game situation that the Constellation [Theft] was progressing through.

Unlike the horror mods he made for other players, his version of the game crammed in personalized horror just for him.

Specifically, NTR stories crafted around Saphira, his connection in life and now his apostle.

Of course, it wasn’t like she’d actually touched bellies with another man.

Rather, even while [Theft] played around with other goddesses in the divine realm, she kept other men at bay.

All that long time, waiting alone for his return.

Hearing the story of the previous [Sacrifice] constellation, she apparently got so immersed, even knowing that what happened inside was just a game, that it felt real.

Maybe that’s how she was able to shed her sin.

If [Theft] could truly accept Saphira’s degradation within this, and awaken his loving feelings for her,

maybe he could expel his lust.

I used the power of dreams to add dramatic effects to the illusions he saw.

* * *

-No! I have a man I love!

-Aw, don’t be like that! Come here!

My head burns.

-Please, not there…!

-You might say that, but you’re honest here!

My heart races like mad.

-Not inside…!

-Hup! Hup!

My teeth grind.

*Crunch*

The Constellation [Lust-Swallowed Thief] couldn’t understand his own state.

In all the days since ascending as a Constellation, consumed by lust, he’d never felt anything like this.

He’d been buried in the perfume of goddesses, steeped in drugs.

The excitement that hadn’t ceased for hundreds of years… had changed.

Not a strange, thrilling excitement, but an infuriating one.

The repeating fantasy was ending, and a new one was emerging.

Dozens of fantasies kept shifting and replaying.

A buzz-cut boy, a pot-bellied breeding uncle, a blonde-tanned dark elf, a scrawny guy in glasses, even muscle-bound beastmen.

Countless males sprang forth and violated the woman.

But that woman, she never changed.

A high elf female with blonde hair and refined features.

Her, faintly lingering somewhere in his memory.

Her image was obscured by the scent of other goddesses, not easily recalled, and not of much interest…!

Why?

He was intensely bothered by her.

Just because other men were violating her?

Am I… jealous?

No, that can’t be.

How many orgies had he enjoyed with countless gods and goddesses while in the heavens?

Sharing goddesses with others is a common practice.

There is no reason to be angry just because another man has violated a woman.

Then why…

What is this feeling of resentment in my heart?

Even though [The Thief] was in agony, unable to understand himself, the illusion continued before him.

Through brainwashing, drugs, hypnosis, oppression, threats, and various other means, the woman was crushed by other men.

Yet, at the end of each illusion, she would hold a small doll in her arms and wipe away her tears.

Clutching the precious doll that the boy she loved had made for her during her childhood, when she was trapped in the underworld.

“Stop…”

An inexplicable emotion surged, and a lump formed in her throat.

It was too painful.

She couldn’t watch any longer.

[The Thief]’s trembling hands searched for the logout button to end the game.

It was empty now, as if someone had carved it all away.

“No…”

[Theft]’s pupils trembled.

“No!”

This was a conspiracy.

A conspiracy to fuck him over.

Daring to trap me in this game and show me only this fucked-up shit?

[Theft] unleashed divinity.

He just needed to tear this shitty world apart with force.

Could they keep this up, even before the might of a god?

Ding-

A strange wave washed over his body in that instant.

“…What the.”

A wave unlike anything he’d ever experienced, something that didn’t feel of this world.

The moment the wave touched him, his divinity was temporarily erased.

All of his power as a god was sealed.

Before him, a common player again, the illusion continued.

Another new man mounting the woman,

and she, enduring the pain, tenderly caressing the photograph.

And…

Little by little

Little by little

He puts down the photo

And succumbs to pleasure.

“Stooop!”

Finally, the thread of his reason snapped.

“What on earth do you want from me! What are you trying to achieve by planting this dog-like feeling in me!”

He began to move forward, enduring the illusions.

Towards the goal point where he could end this world, beyond the increasingly strong illusions.

* * *

“So, when is he going to wake up?”

Crunch, crunch

The demon, who was shoving a handful of snacks into his mouth with his mouth wide open, asked the mage engineer beside him.

The mage engineer, who had been observing the condition of [The Thief] lying down through a special telescope he had made himself to connect to the game, lowered the telescope.

“There is no sign of that yet.”

Just in case the constellation of [The Thief] woke up due to the game mode, the demon and the mage engineer were monitoring together to respond afterward.

But no matter how long they waited, the constellation [The Thief], who was lying as still as a mouse, showed no sign of moving.

The mage engineer, who had put the telescope down beside him, slowly turned to the demon.

“On the other hand, there is a sign here. A very big one.”

Then he poked the spot on the demon’s cheek, which was shiny with oil and full of snack crumbs.

“Is this b*stard crazy!”

“Umhahaha!”

“Lina said it’s a charm point!”

While the two gods were tussling back and forth

Beep beep beep

The telescope that the mage engineer had set down rang.

“…This sound.”

“…Why. What is it.”

The mage engineer picked up the telescope.

Although the place where [The Thief] was located was far from where he was, his telescope could overcome that spatial constraint and observe [The Thief].

“He got up.”

“Got up? Give it to me! Let me see too!”

The mage engineer handed the telescope to the demon god who was flailing beside him and activated the large mechanical device behind him, the sacred measuring equipment.

A device created with the help of the constellation of wisdom, designed to measure sin.

The mage engineer used the device to measure the current sacred state of [The Thief] to determine whether the sin of lust that was encroaching on [The Thief] had been removed.

“…Half success!”

There was a change.

But it was only a partial change, not as much as intended.

Realizing what that meant, the mage engineer’s expression hardened.

* * *

“Hooo….”

The dark elf man, having cleared the horror game mode and escaped that world, pushed himself up.

A breath laced with divinity escaped his lips.

“I’m back.”

In that world, he’d lost his divinity to some unknown force, but now outside the game, his divine powers had returned in full.

A sense of omnipotence surged through him.

That part felt refreshing, but…

“….What the hell?”

His face twisting, he pinched his nose.

The scent of his usual drugs.

The sweet, powdery smell of the goddesses he enjoyed every day.

And the disgusting stench created by the mix of bodily fluids from various acts.

Every smell around him was utterly repulsive.

The scents he’d been accustomed to, the very aromas that used to fuel his arousal, now felt utterly sickening.

He wanted to escape this place, right now.

“Uhn~♥? You’re all done, honey~♥?”

The goddess sleeping beside him woke up at the sound and lifted her upper body.

“How was it~♥? Hard~♥? You could never beat it, right~♥?”

As she raised herself, two large mounds of flesh spilled forth.

Normally, he would have pounced on her, saying, “You’re all awake. Come here, you wench.” But now, he just felt like throwing up.

“Sweetie~♥! Where are you going♥!”

[The Thief] abruptly stood up and left.

No matter how desperately the goddess called out to him from behind, he deliberately ignored her and widened the distance.

Something within me had changed.

It was different from before.

I don’t know why, but the cause is definitely that game.

What I need to do now is find the one who made me like this.

The black god’s spirit leaped high.

[A thief with half-erased lust is looking for someone.]

The power of dreams.

The god of dreams.

“The owner of that game that made me like this.”

The target was clear.