I Became a Stalker in a Yandere Dating Sim

79 – 79. Showdown

The Hand of the Demon, responding as if craving something from Roxer’s inventory.

Whether it reacted to the sight of the Misteltain ore or not, it vehemently struggled to be utilized.

Howling like a beast baring its teeth menacingly towards its prey in the depths of the abyss.

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For Roxer, who was barely holding off the increasingly fierce attacks of Lika and Jane, it was unbearable.

“Just shut up and stay still.”

Roxer ignored it strongly to focus on the battle.

Not using it because he didn’t know the gamble it would turn into in the direst situation.

It was merely to overcome this situation entirely with his own power.

“In such an enjoyable situation, we can’t afford to waste a moment!!!”

…He tried to overcome it solely with his own strength, but more than anything, it was the joy, liberation, omnipotence, and thrill returning due to the heart-pounding engine-like rush of the current situation that made his eyes sparkle.

Of course, deep within the consciousness intoxicated with sensations akin to drugs, the shame of being attacked by the cultists and demons when using the power to stop time still writhed.

Perhaps it was wounded pride from using a power not fully absorbed and realized.

He endured excruciating pain until the eyes of others closed in darkness and his own vision darkened significantly.

He made continuous efforts to not rely on something he had not fully absorbed.

Naturally, Roxer also knew that to win against an opponent, he had to use everything at his disposal.

“More…! More! More!!! Swing faster!!! Lika!!! Jane!!!”

But if he could soar between life and death, anything else seemed insignificant.

In the spot where his sword passed, beyond determination, there was a sense of conviction that surpassed dedication.

The merciless contrast of black and white combat techniques rained down like countless thunderbolts.

For Roxer, the bone-chilling shock felt like a heartwarming thrill, and the thinly opened deep wounds stung pleasantly like a spicy taste.

As the tips of their swords pressed closer, sparking with a hiss, the tension became chilling, making the sight even sharper.

Erin, who could only watch from behind, hastily prepared buffs and debuffs.

Camilla, for the swallowed Jane and Rica, summoned all the healing magic and status ailment-dispelling abilities she knew.

And Siel, like a flash of lightning, blocked the aftermath of the devastating attacks pouring down like shadows.

Siel, who enjoyed being hit, still struggled with the fear of death; the impact of the attacks alone almost made her lose her mind every moment.

At this rate, she might really die, but as the pain approached pleasure.

Suddenly, a chilling smile reminiscent of Roxer appeared, similar to a creepy grin.

Due to the overwhelming difference in power, remnants of hesitation and traces of intoxication barely caught her eye.

Siel couldn’t properly capture the frantic battle of the three.

“hahahaha~ Those mutts there? Not even a 4th awakening? Seriously?”

In the eyes of the informant and adjuster, the Jester, numerous impacts were vividly depicted.

A slight excitement lingered in the Jester’s voice.

Her body, dressed in formal attire and a mask, trembled faintly.

“….”

Behind the Jester, the Commander of the Jester looked intently with clear gray eyes at the three attackers.

Was it because of the sharp eyelashes surrounding her eyes, or did she sense a threat in their attacks?

With a sharper gaze than usual, she observed their attacks.

“If that’s all, isn’t she at least an officer? Some might even need to retire, right? Don’t ignore me and answer. Are you so dumbfounded that you can’t even reply?”

As the Commander remained silent, the Jester taunted like a child.

Whether she taunted or not, the Commander felt a nameless sense of pride.

“You’ve grown quickly. It was good to follow and see your unexpected gains.”

“!? Even if a singularity collapses before your eyes due to magical collision, the indifferent Commander praises? Does she really care about that child?”

Thanks to this, the Jester, unable to contain her excitement, was flustered and incoherent.

However, as the Commander paid no attention to her attempts at conversation, the Jester soon calmed down.

“Well…! Well, the Commander wouldn’t like ordinary people.”

The persistent Jester, trying to uncover the Commander’s thoughts until the end, stared eagerly at the Jester’s madness.

‘…? What’s with the 4th… No, there were at least 6 opportunities to kill the two mutts rushing at me. But deliberately changing tactics even when knowing that?’

As the Jester, like the Commander, began to scrutinize Roxer’s sword, she finally understood why the Commander ignored her and watched Roxer’s sword.

Roxer clearly spotted opportunities to inflict fatal blows amid Jane and Rica’s fierce attacks, as if finding gaps between light and shadow.

She seized opportunities to deal devastating blows from absurdly high-level attacks but restrained herself to merely shake the opponents’ stance.

She acted as if solving various methods for a single problem.

Already weakened by corrosion from Mystaltein, forced to step into the 8th awakening stage, her attacks grew more intense as time passed.

Rather enjoying the process, she wielded her sword as if playing, indifferent to the flesh being cut or not.

For her, who had surpassed the 9th awakening into the realm of infinite awakening, even the Commander dared not entertain the thought.

“…Piero, if that’s the case, killing the traitor… It would greatly help to eliminate that guy who is now one of the high priests of the worshipers of the Drinkers.”

The Commander called the Jester, wearing a satisfied smile.

“Well, to deal with that nobleman who can’t even match dog food, you need abilities in time and space manipulation, so I tried to recruit that kid. But it seems unnecessary, right?”

“Exactly.”

The Commander of the Jester was once the second-in-command of the Drinkers, codenamed ‘Despair.’

Recalling the memory of how she succumbed to the temptation of the high priest of the Drinkers, her own brother, and murdered the Commander of the former Drinkers, she gazed steadily at Roxer.

Originally, Rica and Jane were noticed for their abilities in spatial erosion and cutting.

“Where did that monster suddenly come from… Just in case, I should investigate further.”

In just a few months, a presence appeared that made her feel competitive towards Rica.

And this presence hadn’t even reached the 4th awakening yet.

At first, when he bought shares of the ‘Fall of the Heavenly Guild’ that he created as a disguise for Chantalja, it wasn’t anything special.

In her heart, she wanted to help him resolve the current situation and face off against Roxer, wanting to see what would happen.

However, she could see Roxer growing stronger, like something climbing up a gradually intensifying waterfall.

“Piero, let’s go.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll follow since you don’t want to disrupt your first love.”

Originally, the plan was to make the clown face off and then decide whether to recruit him into Chantalja, but it was obvious without even looking.

Meanwhile, Rica and Jane, who had lost their will and were being consumed by Misteltain’s progeny, were struggling to move as they wanted.

More precisely, they were exerting all their strength to break free from being consumed and gain control.

“Darn it! Being taken over by something like this! It’s the worst! Not being able to help Roxer…!”

In the situation,

Rica resisted the strong current flowing over her body as if she couldn’t control it, screaming internally like a raging river.

“Ugh!? What is this!!! Roxer.! Hold on a little longer!”

Jane also resisted the force pushing against her like a fierce tidal wave.

Even in such a situation, Roxer didn’t try to kill them but just slightly touched their weaknesses and shook their stance.

In the opposite situation, Jane wondered if she could face a force trying to kill her with a sizeable power equally.

Of course, Rica would either have been killed by Roxer’s sword or, using all her shadows, would have kidnapped Roxer as is.

Anyway, they moved internally like people swept away by rapids to mitigate the current situation.

Perhaps it was because Roxer had probed their weaknesses and unsettled their stance.

“What’s this…?”

The two sensed something strange.

Clearly, the way they moved seemed controlled by someone, and the form of that control was odd.

From the start, the direction of the power flowing through their bodies was peculiar.

Roughly pulling in unknown forces from the surroundings, transforming and amplifying them into light and darkness, and transferring that power to Misteltain’s progeny.

Yes, their bodies seemed to function as both the root and the core of changing power.

Therefore, an immense flow of power flowed through them to the point where they couldn’t control their bodies.

And to gain more power… they were attacking Roxer inexplicably.

If Roxer didn’t possess a special power, they might not have attacked him in their consumed state.

“Ugh…! In that case!”

“We have to try!!”

Rica and Jane slowly redirected the flow of immense power towards Misteltain’s progeny, their core and center of power.

“Hmm?”

This made their attacks show more vulnerabilities and gaps.

Roxer, who couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity, with bloodlust in his eyes and a crazed grin, rushed forward.

‘…! Absorbing the power that eroded oneself from within…? These women are truly terrifying!’

The spider-like Loxer swiftly created crimson spider threads with his sword, covering their bodies.

Then, he reversed the acceleration through the blue thread wrapped around his body, slowing their movements to the extreme.

Precisely, he confined their postures by placing blue threads like iron bars in between.

Originally, they wouldn’t have passed through.

“Whatever it is, it passes!”

It was clearly stated in the future he glimpsed through the blue threads.

Not stopping there, Loxer ran towards Misteltain’s sanctuary.

However.

“What!?”

Zeeeng-! A sound resonated, and the hand of the potion in his inventory manifested on its own.

As Loxer tried to stop the potion’s hand from acting on its own, the hero’s mask he had moved to the inventory before the thieves’ guild stole it reacted.

As Loxer neared Misteltain, everything around him sparkled faintly.