Chapter 307 - [21st Round] Whats Your Name?

The electrocuted intruder looked terrible.

Both of her eyes burst, and blood gushed from her nose and ears.

I checked her stats to make sure.

Race: Arch-Human

Level: 0

Job: Unemployed (Experience 110%)

Skills: Interpretation A, Riding B, Barrage B, Accuracy C, Dodge C

Status: Death, Dislocation

She had definitely died.

But I wasnt disappointed. After all, the life insurance here in Fantasy was in the form of resurrection.

One could resurrect not only useless pieces of experience but also villains who had important information, allowing them to interrogate them and get the intel they needed.

I couldnt do it in the first round because the Saintess and my companions were against it, but it was different now.

Tsk It still angers me whenever I remember it.

My companions constantly complicated matters.

They recused Inhabitant B, who was as useless as could be and left the high-ranking demons holding a lot of information untouched.

If I had squeezed all the information out of them, I wouldnt have had to spend ten years on the 1st round.

I never thought Demon Lord Pedonar would be so weak.

I dont want to defend my father, but he wasnt weak. Youre just too strong.

Im average.

If any other person who wasnt a social outcast got into Fantasy, they wouldve gained the same achievements I did.

Hows the damage from her attacks?

I have already restored everything.

My cowardly wife didnt stop the damage but repaired the aftermath instead.

She wasnt a Guardian G.o.d, but a Creator G.o.d, after all.

It was as if she made time itself rewind. With a wave of her wand, the destroyed terrains and casualties all reverted to their original states.

She didnt even need a saintess to resurrect the dead!

Now, bring this l.u.s.tful intruder back to life.

No.

Jealousy is out of the question right now, Ssosia. Your pelvis is much prettier. Do I have to constantly tell you that?

Niece! You are so shameless!

Ssosia, who her husband and aunt had criticized, turned red and immediately began to make excuses.

Youre twisting my words again! Its not that I dont want to do this

Shameless!

Shameless!

I really cant do it! Her souls now tied to the world of Fantasy and is prepared to regress and start a new life as a novice hero in the elementary curriculum.

I understood what she meant.

She wasnt abducted, but the system treated her like she was anyway since she got here through the Hero-Summoning Magic Circle.

It automatically registered the intruder as a hero.

She failed and died in the middle of her adventure. Hence, like any other student, she would be forced to regress.

As a result, even though her body was intact, she couldnt be resurrected since her soul was nowhere to be found.

Thats correct.

What about Lanuvel?

Her trail was cut off. Ill check the magic circle and its surroundings. You take care of the Sword Princess and her son. You havent seen them in a long time.

To my surprise, Ssosia said something really sensible.

But I didnt think it was worth letting her go alone.

If the system admin got into trouble, our whole plan would fail.

It would be much worse than losing the Sword Princess and Chris.

Therefore

Ssosia, ride with the wind

I pointed to the black stingray, quietly letting me stand on its back even though I was the one who killed its rider.

Se-e-e-e-e-ex!

On this ramp-like creature thats been making obscene sounds.

Ssosia, who had already spread her ethereal violet wings and was about to fly away, had her eyes widening out of surprise.

Youre giving it to me?

Yes.

I could move quickly on my own.

Plus, this stingray was agile enough to dodge my attacks.

If Ssosia had this ramp, she could hold out against enemy attacks until I arrived.

Ah

Whats with that look?

I once read in a womens magazine that husbands who give s.p.a.ce horses to their wives are the coolest. At the time, I thought it was stupid, but now I understand.

Whats so special about it?

s.p.a.ce horses are a real rarity, my wonderful hubby, and they are the symbol of a successful woman. Even I cant afford them. There are no other means of transportation as convenient as them when it comes to shopping in a neighboring galaxy since theyre fast and can hold quite a lot of luggage. Additionally, in an emergency, theyre great escape vehicles.

Se-e-e-e-e-ex!

So Do you like it?

Yes!

Okay.

My cowardly wife, who acted like a child who just received her favorite candy, rode the s.p.a.ce horse and flew west.

Giving her a cool car was enough to make her att.i.tude towards me, her own husband, rotate a full 180 degrees.

Heeheehee!

Why are you laughing, Addicted Spirit?

My nephew is so cute!

Hmm?

Keep making her happy! Although shes old, she has the heart of an innocent child!

Sure, I said, waving it off as I landed in the middle of Duke Qs estate.

At the same time, I released the Sword Princess and her son Chris, whom I had transferred into my Demon Vault.

Splat!

Slap!

Hopefully, their b.u.t.tocks had cus.h.i.+oned their fall.

Confused, they looked around as they tried to figure out what had happened. I went to the local market.

What was that just now?

A battle between a demon and an angel?

It was a dragon! Im sure of it!

Are we safe now?

Naturally, the lightning strikes that tore through the clouds made the townspeople anxious and worried.

However, they didnt stay that way for long.

The residents of Fantasy were already used to seeing, adapting, and adjusting to all sorts of strange phenomena, allowing them to return to their usual daily routine with ease.

I havent been to ordinary cities in such a long time.

Each province had its own characteristics, and the domain of Duke Q was among the most developed. Still, compared to the huge futuristic city on the Western Continent, this city was indeed ordinary.

Perhaps I should make some changes.

Race: Perfect Deity

Level: 1

Job: Great Sword Master (Hero = Demon Lord)

Skills: Selflessness MAX, Love D, Courage D, Hope D, Friends.h.i.+p D

Status: Good, Holy Sword

I was the Hero and the Demon Lord.

I could activate both options simultaneously, but I deactivated my Demon Lord profession, full of Dark Energy, for now, and took on the mantle of the MAX-Cla.s.s Righteous Hero once more.

Skills didnt matter.

I was supposed to only have Selflessness, but it looked like my cowardly wife decided to play a trick on me.

And one more thing.

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Race: Perfect Human

Level: 1

Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

Skills: Selflessness MAX, Love D, Courage D, Hope D, Friends.h.i.+p D

Condition: Good, Holy Sword

Even if I used the hide function, my race still stood out too much and could raise suspicion among heroes and teachers since they could check others stats. Only my cowardly wife could hide the t.i.tle Perfect.

Regardless, the locals would remain oblivious to it anyway.

Except for Shakespeare, the Connoisseur.

Are you going to meet the Sword Princess now, Drug Hero?

Yes, but I am a gentleman, so Ill go through all the necessary steps to meet with her.

I thought you were in a hurry.

I am.

But I had to change history wisely.

Everything needed to be well planned if I wanted to miraculously change the 5th curriculum within a year.

Fantasy consisted of five continents.

Suppose I devoted two months to each continent and devoted the remaining two months to El Molando, the city of angels to the north of the Central Continent, and the city of sea mermaids, Id be able to do everything within a year.

However, would two months be enough for each continent?

It was hard to say.

After all, I had to consider the various intricately intertwined ideologies of many countries and the colliding interests of various people and groups.

Feuds, friends.h.i.+ps, alliances, private sponsors.h.i.+ps, marriages of convenience, contracts, jealousy, loyalty

Hey, Drug Hero, Im getting a headache from all this. Ill just lie down here and watch.

The lazy spirit sprawled on my head, sniffling.

I sincerely condoled with all the spirits who had to accept this pathetic First Spirit as their boss.

Mollan.

Im not the boss! We are a family!

Mollan.

Im telling the truth! Back me up here, my dear children!

Mollan.

The Spirit Kings didnt answer, exercising their right to remain silent.

Youre making me upset!

While the Addicted Spirit was in disarray, I visited the reception room at the entrance of Duke Qs Swordsmans.h.i.+p Academy.

Each spring, many men and women gathered here to express their desire to enroll, but right now, there were only traders and parents who wanted to get permission to enter to see their children.

Judging by your age, you didnt come here to study. I suppose you want to propose to the Dukes beautiful daughter Ahem. I suppose you want to register for the tournament. What is your name?

Upon seeing me, the employee immediately decided the purpose of my visit for me.

He looked familiar.

I knew more about his daughter than him, though.

She would marry a promising knight from the academy, who would die in a trap set by goblins just five days before their honeymoon.

In other words, she would become a young widow.

Although my companions criticized me for choosing to brighten up her loneliness, I still didnt regret it.

Mr. Manager.

Yes?

When your daughter is about to get married, advise her to postpone it for five days.

What?

Ahem! Lets get started with my registration. My name is Parpar, and Im 33 years old. Although I look young, I am actually a year older than the Dukes daughter.

I dont know if thats your real age or you just love being called big brother by the ladies. Regardless, tell me where youre from and what you do.

That was a very good question.

I took out a ring from my vault and put it on my left finger.

The signet ring featured the head of a blue lizard.

Surprised, the manager dropped his pen.

What is the name of the capital of this country? Moscow? Mosquito?

Moskar?

Ah! Exactly. Moskar! The name seems to be correct. Haha! It has been a long time since I last visited the country of the woman who gave birth to me.

That cant be

I am a member of the n.o.blest royal family and will become the sweetest emperor in the future, though I am a b.a.s.t.a.r.d child born in a barn.

I see The managers tone became polite.

Stupid fantasy savages were very weak against the words imperial and royal.

What about the registration?

Sorry, Im almost done. Having a magic ring, which only royal family members can wear, is enough to confirm your ident.i.ty. Sir Parpar, what profession should I write for you?

My ring wasnt a ma.s.s-produced magic accessory given out to all princes and princesses.

Only kings could wear it.

However, the manager didnt seem to be aware of this.

And since I identified myself as an illegitimate child, it was impossible to list Prince as my job.

What should I tell him Ah!

Sword King.

a.s.sumption: Do you miss Alex?

Eeeek?! Trainee Teacher! Dont say such scary things!

My heart almost stopped!