Our hero suddenly growls instinctually—
"GRRRRRSSSSS!" —turning toward the wall with primal aggression.
Whalescalibur: “Hero-kun, are you okay?”
Valiant-san: “He’s fine. He’s just coping with his abnormal condition.”
Whalescalibur: “What condition?! I’ve been with him the longest and never heard of this! Is it serious?!”
Valiant: “Yes and no. It depends on his mood.”
Caladblock, completely unbothered, materializes a miasma collar on Hajime’s neck.
Caladblock: “Ara~ Another side of my dear has revealed itself today.”
She tugs the collar gently. Asserting ownership as a true wife should!
But Hajime doesn’t notice. He’s fighting something primal in his chest.
The scent of sweat in the air.
The lotion being transported by supply carts.
The screams of unholy men.
It echoes like a memory… a cursed echo of Bazonka Conquest.
As if on cue, a new ad flashes on the wall, replacing the overly colorful heroic underwear banners (which, for the record, Hajime absolutely did not sponsor):
"The Invasion of Nocture is Underway! Voluntary Subs to Elnora-san OB Grant, You Retirement Benefits Guaranteed!!! (Terms and Conditions Vary on Contribution!)"
Hajime (muttering): “What a fucking scam…”
Then, he sees the enemy’s name again:
“Noct… Noctur… Nocture…”
He freezes.
Repressed memories return—each one worse than the last.
He hated every second of that game.
With urgency, he grabs the escort mod:
“Get me out of here. Move NOW!!!”
In a moment of clarity, Hajime realizes: If he doesn’t leave this city, he’ll be consumed by evil incarnate!!!
The Whalepigs have reached the ramparts!
A mid-tier subscriber screams in urgency at this development, the degenerate begins to charge at a mod of Saintess Elnora.
Elnora Mod (disgusted): “These filthy degenerates defile the purity of this holy wall! Push them back men! For the Saintess!”
The elite defenders clash with the advancing monstrosities in a battle of purity vs. depravity.
Soldiers scream their favorite product slogans as war cries, trying to resist the corrupting influence of lust and excess.
From atop the walls, Saintess Elnora raises Hajime-kun’s underwear high above her head like a holy relic.
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Saintess Elnora (chanting):
“By the garments blessed by the Hero himself—
May your ads strike true, believers of the One True Path!
May the seas boil with cleansing flames of your live chats!
Strike the demons from our sanctum… AND DONATE TO ME!”
The holy power of advertisement buffs all defenders.
Morale surges high.
The swine are being pushed back.
Pig Minion: “Mistress! Our greatest warriors are being pushed back! Please—help us!”
Nocture looks at him with utter disdain.
The pig, expecting punishment, trembles—
But is instead treated like air.
Nocture (flatly): “Useless lot. Open the way or be purged from my followers list.”
The pig runs, panicked. He begins harassing the gilded paypigs, offering promises of better weapons—and sacred bathwater—to the one who opens the gate for his queen.
Nocture, looking through her telescope:
“What the hell is that bitch doing now?”
She sees Elnora raising Hajime’s undergarments, recognizing the aura radiating from the stained relic.
Nocture (glaring): “Is that… a holy relic? Unique in design and texture… even the stain is oddly enticing...?”
She grabs a nearby mod:
“What is the Saintess holding?!”
Mod (nervously): “It’s… the Hero’s underwear Mistress. That relic is... really troublesome...”
Nocture (screaming): “SHE’S USING WHAT AGAINST ME?!”
She kicks the commander with such force that he crashes through the city wall, dies instantly, and accidentally creates a breach.
Ironically, this has advanced the siege more than anything the army has done so far.
The paypigs murmur among themselves:
“What a lucky way to go...”
“Truly... an honored death.”
Jealous of his glorious demise, the pigs rush the breach. The city wall is now broken. The pigs pour in looking for new converts for their lady!
Elnora (grinning):
“Impressive little thing you are organizing demon spawn.
You remind me of Mistress Noctrine in her prime days... before she graduated.”
Licking her lips, Elnora sees the monetization opportunities opening up to her.
Elnora (darkly): “I shall exploit you thoroughly, my little lootbox.”
The glint in her eyes belongs to a monster who’s already won once before.
Watching the livestream while sipping hot cocoa...
Noctrine: “I fully support my daughter’s endeavors, but honestly, she’s is way over her head.”
She dials Nocture.
Noctrine: “Honey… I know you’re streaming, but for the love of the Demon God, pick up the orb.”
Nocture sees the orb glow... but ignores it.
Text reply: “Moooom I’m kinda busyyyy. Call u later ??”
Noctrine (sighing): “Let’s just hope this experience doesn’t ruin her...”
She tries again—orb's turned off.
Noctrine (praying):
“Please, Demon God...
Guard my precious child from that monster.”
Nocture walks nonchalantly through the chaos of battle.
Her corrupting presence weakens the will of the defenders.
Many glance down at her legs.
A fatal mistake.
Her pigs, however, are immune—having trained one eye to worship and one to march forward.
They operate at 100% simping efficiency.
If a meat shield falls, another replaces it instantly.
So is the way of the Orbiter.
The wall is breached.
The path is clearer than ever.
“It’s about time we set the stage...
Let’s show them our bond, Hero-san.”