Chapter 298 - [20th Round] Grandma?

Grandma?

Hero Richel was the directors grandson.

Therefore, there was only one ent.i.ty whom he would call that.

The First Angel, also known as the Fantasy system operator and the director, flunked the MAX-Cla.s.s student due to her discriminative notions.

What about Saintess H?

Correction: Her name is Hippolia.

She directed the Festival of Heroes and had been devoting herself to me for almost 90 years. I wouldnt be able to find someone more loyal.

I might not trust my wife despite her beautiful pelvic bones, but I would always trust Saintess H.

The proof of her loyalty was the 8th round.

When I died and was reborn, she protected the nurse that conceived me.

Thats just ridiculous.

If she really were the First Angel, she would have gotten rid of me long ago.

There was other evidence as well.

Hey, Ssosia, tell me what your aunt looks like.

She looks very different from her, if thats what you mean.

I see.

How exactly were they different?

Well, for one thing, her waist is bigger than her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Aha!

I felt like rejoicing. I already firmly believed in her from the very beginning, but now at least now, it has become undeniable that my first heating pad couldnt be the evil director.

The First Spirit, lying on my head, voiced her own opinion as well.

Ive always wondered how she can fly since whenever she does, she looks like a huge peach with wings. Hehe!

An obese angel

I couldnt even believe it.

Although the angels were stupid chickens, their beauty was flawless.

It was hard to believe their leader would have a body that made it difficult even to fly with.

Its true, Drug Demon Lord!

Hmmm.

Trust me! Shes as round as a ball and can do nothing on her own if no one takes care of her. Shes a spirit of light, but all she does is eat and sleep all day long. Her face has become so swollen that its become impossible to say with certainty whether her eyes are open or closed. He-he-he!

Is that so

Unlike the director they described, my personal heating pad was beautiful both inside and out.

She was a real work of art!

Eyes, nose, mouth, arms, feet, chest, waist, cervical vertebrae, pelvis, skull, lumbar vertebrae

Her beauty seemed to have been carefully created by respective masters at every single detail.

It was rude to compare the face of the Festival of Heroes with the director.

Their personalities are also completely different, added Ssosia.

The First Spirit agreed with her.

As my niece said, whenever she speaks, she only complains about the world around her. And when shes quiet, she only did what she could do while laying down, like giving orders to the angels with just hand gestures.

Addicted Spirit

What?

Youre just like her.

She didnt complain about the world, but she lay on my head all day, sniffing at me and giving orders to the spirits.

I didnt know how her limbs and wings hadnt yet degraded, as in the case of her cloaca.

Thats because I love my children! I laze around to ensure theyll have jobs and responsibilities that allow them to realize the meaning of their existence! I dont want to deprive them of their work and the meaning of life! I am definitely different from the First Angel!

You sound pathetic, auntie.

Torment my nieces a.s.s for not respecting her aunt, Drug Demon Lord!

I understood what they were trying to say, though.

My hardworking Rice Cake and this inst.i.tutions lazy director couldnt be the same person.

I looked back at the Festival of Heroes.

After graduating from elementary school with excellent grades and changing my specialization from Hero to a Saint, I entered the Great Temple to collect the treasures.

Glittering eyes: I remember that too.

My secret friends help was invaluable!

As a Saint, I had to cleanse the followers of the demons locked up behind bars.

In the end, thanks to those prisoners support, I was able to corrupt Saintess H.

We spent a lot of time touching each others spines while the golems guarding the Great Temple watched us.

I still hadnt forgotten how I felt back then.

If she really were the school director, she wouldnt have let me grab her by her pelvis.

The system also said that she was a.s.signed to her role at the Festival of Heroes.

Grandma!

However, Hero Richel didnt give up.

Im not your grandmother

Grandma!

Saintess H always had a gentle smile on her face, but it seemed that even she found it difficult to ignore his rudeness.

Her smile faded.

I must show kindness to heroes, no matter how rude they are. And I would like to keep true to that responsibility, but

Grandma!

I cannot forgive you for trying to embroil my owner and me.

Im sorry, grandma, but I cant take it anymore! I cant be in this stupid place anymore!

You

Im sorry for inadvertently revealing your ident.i.ty, but this is becoming unbearable. Im about to go crazy! These stupid study guides and incompetent teachers have worn me out. Let me out of here!

Their conversation failed.

Regardless of what she answered him, Hero Richel continued to bend her ident.i.ty.

Hmm

It seemed I had no choice but to intervene.

I grabbed him by the neck as he kept shouting for her to let him leave this place.

Hey, junior.

Khkhkh!

Stop it. Even if youre right, shes still my property. She even reincarnated into a spirit with a cloaca to become mine. The price she had to pay is so high that it still makes tears well up in our eyes. Do you understand what Im trying to say here, chicken head?

Khh?!

Keep your answers short.

Kh!

Well done.

The system (G.o.ddess), who looked like Ssosia in her youth, said that Saintess H, appointed to run the Festival of Heroes, belonged to the system. Essentially, she was a puppet that could be taken control of at any time.

It bothered me, so I reincarnated her into a spirit to separate her from the system, thereby eliminating such a dangerous variable.

That rendered what he thought of her obsolete.

FSHUH!

My daring D-rank junior soon unsheathed his Holy Sword C and attacked me, his MAX-Cla.s.s senior.

How cute.

SWIs.h.!.+

The wings of the righteous hero, sticking out of my back, parried the Heros weapon with so much power that it flew from his hands.

Clap!

However, from the gem imbued on its hilt, a woman in armor resembling a bikini emerged.

Ha-ah!

She grabbed Holy Sword C and swung it at me as she screamed.

Race: Sword Soul

Level: 7

Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

Skills: Interpretation A, Friends.h.i.+p A, Oblivion B, Travel B, Sword Mastery B

Status: Affiliation, Appeal

I immediately knew who she was the moment I checked her stats.

Golem D.

A foolish predecessor of mine who fought to the death alone for the sake of saving her useless companions.

She was such a stupid soul she even tried to mentor her MAX-Cla.s.s junior based on her idiotic experiences.

Her existence aside, the Holy Sword C that I knew didnt have such a convenient summoning function.

BOOM!

However, her swordsmans.h.i.+p left her with a lot to be desired.

Huh?!

It didnt impress me since I had achieved MAX-rank many times.

Nevertheless, my curiosity grew.

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I want to see what happens when you return to the Holy Sword without bones.

What?! Please spare me, Demon Lord!

Dont worry. Ill be careful

Snap!

My body, which was as impenetrable as a fortress, swayed like a leaf in the wind, and my sacred finger, which conquered even the First Spirit and the Second Demon, was broken. Holy Sword C wasnt capable of such feats.

I quickly understood what happened.

Race: United Spirit of Fantasy

Level: 7

Job: Demon Lord (Hero Level )

Skills: Dark Energy Z, Sword Mastery SSS, Strength SSS, Resistance SSS, Evasion SSS

Condition: Demon Sword, Blessing, Empowerment, Amulet, Engraving, Ascension, Fortify, Inspire, Haste, Luck, Protection, Superiority, Charge, Back-up, Guardian, Synergy, Fracture, Restraint, Weakness, Paralysis, Confusion, Broken

My clones level had plummeted.

For me, trained by the great Master Mollan, skills were just a bonus, but everything was relative.

Demon Lord Parmamon! There is nothing else you can do! Shouted Hero Richel, escaping from my grasp.

Where was his confidence coming from?

Race: Half-angel

Level: 999+

Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

Skills: Divinity ZZ, Annihilation Z, Slaughter Z, Dexterity MAX, Combat SSS

Status: Holy Sword, Blessing, Enhancement, Engraving, Protection

His level.

As the Demon Lord, I suffered from a handicap that reduced my level to match the Heros.

If there were two heroes in front of me, my level would apparently follow the weakest one.

Brave fairly lowered everyone around the user to level 1.

But with two Heroes, one of which was weaker, fairness was out of the question.

Since I naturally adjusted my level to equal the lowest of the two, they probably thought they could make a punching bag out of me.

That was how I ended up in this position and why my sneaky junior was filled with so much confidence.

He weakened the Demon Lord while retaining his strength.

Demon Lord! Its time to end this!

Hero Richel was confident of his victory.

His expression told me he was excited to defeat the weakened Demon Lord and return to his beautiful hometown.

I liked his determination.

However

Youre too arrogant.

I worked nonstop with pitiful companions who prevented me from graduating from this school for an entire decade.

I had overcome far more difficult situations than this before.

This predicament wasnt even worth being compared to what I had to go through in the past.

PIP!

It was time to show the greatness of the Mollanphone.

Shakespeare.

Haha! Two seconds.

Flas.h.!.+

A ray of light from the sky over the Western Continent hit Hero Richel directly.

Levels did not matter against the G-Cla.s.s Connoisseur.

In just 0.1 seconds, Richel turned into a fried chicken.

Hey, junior, lets have a chat.

Ugh

I had a lot of questions about the relations.h.i.+p between the director and the Lanuberk family.

I wouldnt give up until her grandson had given me all the information he had.

Principle of fairness? Impartiality?

My actions wouldnt violate them.

Fairness was broken the moment he got hold of the Holy Sword C at the Central Continent, which shouldve been stored on the Northern Continent.

He brought this upon himself.

It was simply time for him to pay the price.

Can you let my grandson go, Demon Lord Parmamon No, cadet Kang Han Soo.

When I grabbed the chicken by his neck, I heard a familiar voice call out to me from behind.

Her tone was different, however.

This couldnt be. Seriously?

I turned around slowly.

Its nice to meet you No, we meet again.

An angel with three pairs of snow-white wings looked at me from the heavens above.

I couldnt believe it.

How?

Arent you too arrogant to inherit Pedonars power? Youre still too inexperienced compared to me.

I have a question.

Im listening.

Do you really enjoy showing off your uncovered crotch that much? You dont have a cloaca anymore. You know that, right?

H-huh?!

Answer me.

Close your eyes, a.s.shole!

Despite her attempts to appear n.o.ble and elegant, the director ruined her chance to leave a good first impression.