Ep12

We stayed a night at the village inn. I would have liked to set off
right away, but even I needed to make all kinds of preparations to hunt a
 dragon, one of the most absurd creatures in a fantasy world—I was still
 a tender Hero on his 5th day, after all. I was a chick out of its egg,
just as the dragon was young.

A natural deodorant was needed. This hunt would fail if I was noticed
 by the dragon first, because the current me would have no way of
catching it if the lizard unfurled its wings and flew away; therefore,
it was important to make a surprise attack. The only way of having a
chance at victory would be to conceal noise and smell, then approach the
 dragon while it was enjoying a sweet dream and rip up its wings or its
hide.

I was able to procure deodorant from a village hunter.

The next thing was time. Presently, my body was literally a chaotic
mess due to having activated my cells. I was in the middle of recovering
 my body to how it was in my prime. The enhancement effect of having
reached Level 204 had accelerated my muscle development, but attaining
an S-rank in Skills wasn’t easy even with the Hero perk. Still, it
shouldn’t take too long to achieve since I had done it once before.

The biggest problem was…

“Yaawn~!”

“Yawn…”

The fools who had been continuing to yawn from a while ago was
extremely bothering me. Lanuvel and Luggage Boy, who had deeply fallen
for the wobbling great being’s charm, had actually come back late at
night to immediately drop dead asleep on their beds. Regretfully, they
weren’t able to learn a single thing; otherwise, they would have dropped
 into their graves instead of their beds. And the next day morning, they
 had begun to nod off drowsily.

“Hey. You don’t have to follow me.”

I planned on beating the dragon to submission by myself as, after
all, Professor Morals was sure to lecture me if these two happened to
die an unnatural death by participating in the hunt. No, it would be
fortunate if it ended at a lecture.

Putting aside Luggage Boy, Archaeologist Lanuvel was a celebrity.
What would happen if rumors got out that she died within five days of
entering the Hero’s party? My ‘reputation’ would hit rock bottom. It
would be putting the cart before the horse if my reputation fell while
trying to raise achievements. It would be better to chase them off in
advance so they couldn’t loaf about nearby, if only to prevent that
tragedy.

However, it wasn’t going smoothly…

“It’s because I think Hero-nim would abandon us and go off on your own!”

“I think the same as Miss Lanuvel.”

The fools stubbornly stuck to me like glue. Though they would have
had a little more persuasiveness had they wiped off the sleep in their
eyes…

I shrugged.

“Don’t regret it.”

Nearby
 the village was an extremely ordinary forest. Rabbits, deers, foxes,
pines, azalea, webworms, mosquitoes, mosquitoes, mosquitoes…!

In the first place, the village couldn’t have even been built if the
forest hadn’t been ordinary. However, a little further in the forest was
 a colony of Orcs.

Orcs. Translated to Korean speak, they could perhaps be called
pig-demons. However, they merely resembled pigs because of their flat
noses—they were in no way genetically related to oinking swine. And
forget being fat, they had the muscles of a bodybuilder. Being a purely
foreign word, they were just ‘Orc’ even in English, though it would
indeed be a laugh to call them pig-demons. \*TN: This paragraph may be
confusing due to the Korean perspective.

“GuGu!”

“KuKu!”

The majority of monsters including Orcs used a primitive language and
 so Interpretation didn’t work. In fact, they couldn’t communicate even
among themselves, so they mainly used body language. The reason behind
this is that their lifespans are extremely short and they are born
without a home environment. They multiplied in droves like hunting
dummies in a role-playing game.

The condition for their appearance is a clean region with
concentrated mana, which is why they were rarely born in cities or
villages. To sum up their existence simply, they were an infinite EXP
supply.

“Hero-nim! It’s an Orc patrol team!”

“We’ll help out as well!”

The muppets were about to go forth, one wielding fire magic, one wielding a spear, blatantly trying to steal my EXP.

This is why companions are unnecessary.

“Stay out of it.”

Shiing~

I unsheathed the Elemental Sword Endymion from its azure scabbard
which was wrapped in pure-white cloth. The Orcs who saw the brilliant
gleam of the blade flinched and trembled—their survival instincts had
perceived the danger of this sword.

My current Level was 204. It would be difficult to hunt even the
weakest of dragons, but that was something I knew from the start. This
was why the Orc colony located on the path to the dragon’s hideout was
important. I planned on raising my Level here a bit.

▷Race: Orc
▷Level: 51
▷Job: Soldier(Crowding→Combative Spirit↑)
▷Skills: Patrolling(E) Spearmanship(F) Stamina(F)
▷Status: Agitated, Wary

Level 50, the standard of a page who dreamed of becoming a
full-fledged knight of some affiliation. The Skills of an Orc are so
pathetic that a knight would win by a landslide if they were to actually
 fight, but there is a chance they’d end up losing their life if
careless; this is because of their racial characteristic.

The Orcs, who only had males among their race, had greater physical
abilities than male humans in all aspects. Muscular strength, agility,
sense of smell, endurance, resistance… If a highschooler from Earth and
an Orc were to go one-on-one, supposing that they were both Level 1, the
 highschooler could never win even with the protagonist buff.

“TuTu!”

“BuBu!”

Was it perhaps because of the Skill Taunt(E) I learnt back at the
black market while hunting Elves? The Orcs chose to fight bravely
despite being frightened out of their wits. I only felt thankful for
this.

The Orcs’ average Level was low because they were a patrol team. But
still, as they say, little drops of water make the mighty ocean. It was
also the method of growth which Professor Morals recommended.

There were fourteen Orcs in total, a number that was just right for a light workout.

I took off in a dash from my slightly bent knees, ignoring the arrows
 and spears flying my way as I moved in a straight line. An arrowhead
pierced my clothing and a few drops of blood splattered out as it
pricked my skin, but it wasn’t able to lodge itself in my stone-hard
skin.

“QuQu?!”

“KuKu?!”

The Orcs thrusted forth their spears at me even as they panicked.
Their choice of action wasn’t a bad one to stop a charge, but my weapon
was much too powerful for their crude spears to defend against.

Elemental Sword Endymion. This was a weapon capable of slaying even
Demon King Fedornar. With high-rank Skills and the strength of a Level
204 on top of that, it was possible to steamroll over the Orcs before
me.

Chop-

Slicing their weapons and…

Chop-

Slicing off their heads too~

There was no need for anything like flashy swordsmanship or footwork.
 I ran wild among the Orc team patrol while only being careful of my
eyes and ears. Defending is for dogs or rats-

‘Not there! You demon!’

“YuYu~~?!”

… There was no need to dodge. Torn skin would get better with some
saliva, and clothes could be newly bought as well. It was a foregone
conclusion that my clothes would disappear if I fought a dragon, so
there was no need to feel regret for them.

The important thing was efficiency and Skill development.

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 205
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Endurance(A) Physical Strength(A) Agility(A) Resistance(A) Regeneration(A)…
▷Status: Berserk

My Endurance rank had shot up after having endured the Orcs’ attacks
with my body. I knew some friends in the past who liked to fight
elegantly without getting hit, but a feeble body was just a good EXP
ticket. Dodging machine gun bullets was only possible in movies. In
reality, it was often the case that an arrow would find its mark on your
 buttocks from far away—and this was why it was necessary to train your
sphincter.

“My ass is a bit sexy, isn’t it?”

“WuWu…!”

The Orc archer who had been continuing to blatantly aim for my rear
from a while ago turned around and began to run away quickly. It was the
 last remaining one.

Lanuvel swiftly conjured lightning using magic and shouted, “Hero-nim! I’ll deal with-!”

“Leave it.”

“Eh?! Why?!”

“So that the Orc colony will gather in one place. It’d be a hassle
and take too much time to go around hunting them down one by one.”

I was currently drenched all over in the green blood of Orcs. I would
 have been able to get less blood on me had I fought a little more
carefully, but this was the most effective way of hiding the smell of a
human from the pig-nosed Orcs’ sharp sense of smell. I sprayed the
deodorant bought from the village on top of the blood.

Preparations complete.

We followed after the footprints left by the Orc archer that fled.

“Even though my Level is way higher than Hero-nim’s…”

“Even though I wanted to show you my spearmanship…”

The pair of muppets constantly grumbled while walking through the
forest. From the gist of it, it seemed like they were discontent at not
being given the chance to take down the Orcs together, going on about
also being respectable companions of the Hero and whatnot.

I abruptly stopped in my footsteps.

“Wha-, what is it?”

Lanuvel ducked her head, acting cute. It seemed like she did feel bad about all the complaining.

“I’ll explain the plan to you guys from now. We’ll surround and wipe
out the Orc colony by the power of our friendship. Their estimated
numbers are 5 thousand. You only needed to watch out for the Level 400
chieftain, Level 300 Sorcerer, and Level 200 Champion. Any questions?”

“Me! Me!”

Lanuvel raised her hand suddenly. I nodded at her, urging her to quickly ask.

“When will reinforcements arrive?”

“What reinforcements?”

“…”

“Lanuvel will push from the west gate, you’ll take the east gate, and
 I’ll take the north. I’d like to blockade the south as well, but it
can’t be helped seeing as we don’t have enough friendship power.”

Truthfully, I didn’t like the power of friendship. In my opinion,
there was nothing like justice in lynching an opponent in numbers just
because the opponent was strong.

However, I wasn’t so foolish as to look away from reality—I was still
 weak. I was in no place to be picky about methods and means until I
grew strong enough. There was no chivalry to speak of when you were
weak.

“Still, don’t worry too much. There’s a river to the north, so it’s
no different than a dead end to the Orcs. With no path of retreat, the
Orc colony will be coming at us viciously. It’ll be thrilling, right?
Isn’t it like you can already hear the sounds of your Level rising? If
you have another question, ask away.”

“…”

It seemed like my plan was so perfect that she had nothing more to ask.

Let’s show them what our friendship is about.

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It was said to fool the enemy, you must first fool your allies.

If I had truly intended on thoughtlessly charging in from the front, I
 wouldn’t have smeared filthy Orc blood all over my body, and I would
have disguised the two morons as well. The reason I didn’t do that for
the two, however, was that Lanuvel and Luggage Boy were the bait meant
to draw the attention of the 5 thousand Orcs.

“Hm… Is it a bit too much to call them bait?”

Saying that painted me in a rather bad right, so as the elaborate
strategist that I am, I shall correct myself: they had an advanced role
of luring away the mob in order to assassinate the Orc leaders.

Lanuvel was the one to start the plan.

Boom! Fwrrsh!

She shot off a blast of fire magic towards the Orc colony. With this
as the signal, battle broke out in the west and east of the colony.
Level 200 Magician Lanuvel’s spells made glorious explosions, while
Level 286 Luggage Boy’s spear pierced and mowed down the Orcs.

“KuKu!”

“MuMu!”

The Orcs, who had had a bit of time to prepare themselves thanks to
the Orc archer who got away, began to split and swarm towards the west
and east. The middle area of the colony became quiet as if Moses’
miracle had occurred.

“What simple-minded Orcs I say.”

Though if you thought about it, they wouldn’t have lived behind such primitive wooden fences for walls if they were smart.

I lightly jumped over the fence and quietly infiltrated my way in, relaxedly making it to the center of the colony.

“CuCu…”

“KuKu…”

The Orcs, who had developed noses, had a strong tendency to blindly
believe in their sense of smell, which was why it was simple to trick
them so long as you erased your smell.

Why didn’t they know this, you might ask?

The answer is that they had little experience in facing clever
humans. Their lifespans were extremely short and their language was too
crude, and so they couldn’t leave anything like lessons for their later
generations. This was why they never made any progress.

It was also why they didn’t attack the village of humans despite it
being quite nearby. To them, humans were creatures of unknown.
Nevertheless, they did have an eye for things, so they were aware that
the sturdy fences built in the human village and the clean clothes of
its residents were worlds apart from what they had. As a result, the
Orcs perceived them as a higher race.

There was another reason on top of that. The Orcs would frequently
come across human groups passing through the forest and would end up in
battle, but the mercenaries guarding merchant caravans were stronger
than the Orcs. Nothing need to be said about those knights who guarded
the carriages of nobles. So as a result, the Orcs got the
misunderstanding that all humans were stronger than they were.

‘It becomes a problem after they realize that they thought wrong.’

They would raid villages, stealing women, food, weapons and so on.
After coming to know the taste of humans, they would start to run amok
just like that.

This Orcs tribe would continue to indiscriminately attack human
settlements until they were subjugated by a knight order, mercenary
party or the like.

“It’s over there.”

The chieftain’s residence was a shabbily built log cabin. With the
rest of the Orcs having swarmed outside, surprised by the power of our
friendship, there was not a single guard protecting the chieftain’s
house. I could clearly see the situation inside through the gaps in the
logs.

▷Race: Orc
▷Level: 387
▷Job: Chieftain(Leadership=Tribe↑)
▷Skills: Throwing(B) Leadership(C) Hand-to-hand Combat(D) Resistance(D) Stamina(E)…
▷Status: Agitated

Was it perhaps because I had come 9 years early? The black-skinned
Orc chieftain’s Level was significantly lower than I remembered it to
be. And what was with the pretty Elf pressed under its large body?

“HuHu!”

“Hagh! Sob!”

… It seemed like they were preoccupied with the union of the two races.

‘Do I have to come back later?’

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“… Yikes, look at me being all distracted.”

I got the feeling I knew why people got addicted to voyeurism. The
muscular Orc’s technique wasn’t anything to joke about. What lay before
me was the volcanic eruption of sexual frustration of a male-only race,
namely Orcs. The moans and cries of the cowering Elf added an extra
level of intensity to it all, to the extent that I felt sorry about
interfering, but…

Crash-!

I slashed through the logs of the cabin and charged in. Now, while
the Orc chieftain was unarmed and focused on the Elf’s buttocks, was the
 perfect opportunity to assassinate it.

“KuKu-?!”

The startled face of a black pig greeted me. However, the Orc
chieftain’s Level of 387 wasn’t for show. Just as Alex had the other
day, the Orc’s response was extremely fast due to its superior physique
despite having noticed late the surprise attack—it grabbed the iron
sword which had been placed nearby and swung it at me.

Slash-

However, there wasn’t so much as the clashing noise of metals. This was the difference from the time with Alex.

Elemental Sword Endymion was on a different league compared to a
0.3mm mechanical pencil. To compare them was blasphemy in of itself.

Splatter-!

The Orc chieftain’s green blood dyed the inside of the cabin, but I
didn’t stop—the wound was shallow. I didn’t feel the blade cut bone.

Elemental Sword Endymion’s cutting ability was outstanding without a
doubt, but it wasn’t to the extent of being able to cut a Level 387
Orc’s bone like air.

“GuGu!”

“VuVu!”

The other Orcs, surprised by the sound of a pig being murdered in the
 cabin, came rushing over. I had wanted to deal with the matter quietly,
 but I wasn’t able to exhibit the skill at my prime which had been
perfect enough as to massacre my companions in one breath in the 1st
Playthrough.

Low Skill ranks, Level, physical ability, equipment… The reason for
my failure was rather mixed. The need to grow stronger than I was now
grew ever more pressing.

“Become my EXP!”

I
 ignored the Orcs coming at me from behind. A Level 300 Sorcerer’s
attack was somewhat threatening, but it couldn’t be compared to the
chieftain who could recover from its wounds in no time. I kept my eyes
fixed on the Orc before me.

Grip.

Taking one heavy step forward with my right foot while pressing down
on the big toe, at the same time I threw out my right arm and stabbed
Endymion at my opponent’s heart.

“TuTu…!”

The Orc chieftain retreated in an attempt to dodge, but ended up
tripping over with a crash. Unsightly though it may have been, it had
certainly managed to evade my decisive stab.

‘But what are you gonna do next?’

Someone who had fallen down couldn’t do anything.

“Kyak?!”

Correction: there was one thing.

The Orc chieftain grabbed the slender ankle of the Elf whom it had
been sharing intimacy with and pulled her before itself. Having seen
through its simple thoughts, a wry smile escaped my lips.

“Taking a hostage?”

“FuFu.”

Humans and Elves were hardly different appearance-wise. The majority
of Elves could be easily distinguished by the shape of their ears, but
Orcs distinguished between the two races by their sense of smell. But
here was where the misunderstanding lay: I didn’t smell like a human as I
 had covered myself in Orc blood. The pretty Elf’s body odor unique to
her race had also become faint after having skinship with an Orc.

In short, the Orc thought the Elf and I were kin. Still, it knew how to use its head pretty well for an Orc.

Prrk-

But that was all it was capable of.

Elemental Sword Endymion’s sharp sword point pierced the elegant
chest of the Elf, digging deeply through the bruise and wound-covered
skin.

Prrk-!

And penetrating through her back, the sword impaled the Orc behind her as well.

“Gu…?”

Sword lodged in its throat, the Orc chieftain looked at me with eyes
full of puzzlement. Apparently, it had previously had some fun with this
 method. However…

“Hostages don’t work against me.”

Any ties in this fantasy world was no different than dirt to me. I
wasn’t curious in something like the circumstances of an Elf who ended
up in an Orc colony.

“Th-, thank y-…”

The Elf thanked me right before she breathed her last. It seemed her partner hadn’t at all been to her liking.

I was a little thankful to her too.

▷Race: Elf
▷Level: 892
▷Job: Tamer(Taming→EXP↑)
▷Skills: Breeding(S) Taming(A) Empathy(B) Foraging(C) Elementalism(D)…
▷Status: Cursed, Sprained, Fatigued

The Levels of the Elves I was coming across these days were all formidable. And they gave loads of EXP.

Around this time in the 1st Playthrough, I had gotten a savage
beating from Alex and was spiritlessly going about the royal palace, not
 even aware that precious chunks of EXP were leaving the world even
then.

This is why information is important.

‘Was it just a coincidence?’

This Tamer was somehow similar to the Elf I had kissed back in the
black market. Pretty Elf, around Level 800, cursed by a demon. There
were a whole three commonalities between now and then. Although I had
poked my nose into all kinds of places in the 1st Playthrough, I didn’t
have information regarding these kinds of characters who died early.

“Hm… well, whatever.”

I had still busted the Demon King’s ass well enough even without
knowing. Then it’s fine, isn’t it? Digging into secrets would only get
me involved in troublesome matters and have my time stolen.

My adventure was all that mattered.

“Yali yali yalasung, yalali yala~𝅘𝅥𝅮”

Just like the refrain of this song.

“YuYu?”

“Orky, have you heard of the Song of Cheongsan?”

“Yu…?”

“How ignorant!”

I had killed a Level 387 Orc chieftain and a Level 892 Elf Tamer, and
 my Level had once again begun to rise like mad. It was no problem even
if several Orcs jumped me.

First, the Level 296 Sorcerer.

“KuKu?!”

I directly took on the ball of fire blasted at me from close quarters
 by the sorcerer with my body, continuing to charge onwards, and
collected a pig’s head as compensation for the burn.

Thud…!

It sure rolled refreshingly.

“Come at me, friends.”

“QuQu!”

“KuKu!”

I had originally planned to end this matter with an assassination,
cautiously, but that became unnecessary after I hit the lottery (Level
892 Elf). I had better quickly deal with this Orc colony and move on to
the next stage.

“… I feel like I’m forgetting something. Ah!”

I remembered what it was.

“Hero-nim~!”

“Please save us~!”

The muppets, who had been surrounded by Orcs, were still hanging in
there. Putting aside companion no.1 Lanuvel, it came as a big surprise
that Luggage Boy was still alive despite him dragging his feet. I didn’t
 dislike that spirit of his, however.

“What a fuss. Wait a little.”

I used Endymion to counter the pincer attack of three Orc champions
around Level 200. It wasn’t an exchange of blows which involved amazing
skill.

You take a blow, I’ll take one too!

But while I was fine, the Orc champions lost their heads one after
another. I could feel myself growing stronger with each passing moment.

I had a good momentum going.

“Hero-nim~!”

Ignoring Lanuvel who was coquettishly calling out for help, I decided
 to first save Luggage Boy who was unyieldingly enduring with a spear in
 hand. Moving towards the group of Orcs surrounding him, I ignored their
 crude spears and blades and dived in.

“KuKu~?!”

“CuCu~?!”

The Orcs standing in my way collapsed row after row like bowling
pins. I felt as if I had returned to my prime just a little, though the
average Level of the bowling pins were a tenth of what I faced back
then.

But this was enough for me right now.

“Thank you. I survived because of you, Hero-nim. Pant, pant…”

“… Luggage Boy.”

“Yes?”

“Why did you hang in there so tenaciously?”

It wouldn’t be strange for Luggage Boy to die this instant in his
current shape. He had followed my rash order to charge into a colony of 5
 thousand Orcs without complaint, and had even endured like an honest
fool, not fleeing until I came.

I couldn’t understand why.

“Hero-nim is the one who freed me from the shackles of a slave. My life was yours from that moment on.”

“… That’s all?”

“Does there need to be more reasons? Urghh… I can’t take it anymore
now that the tension’s left me. I am sorry. I will rest for a little.”

That said, Luggage Boy threw himself onto the ground and with his
mouth wide open, not caring whether dust got in or not, he soon fell
asleep. He even started to snore.

I couldn’t help but to smile wryly. Acting like that even though Orcs were swarming about us.

“… A real funny one you are.”

There were certain words I had wanted to hear from Fairy Queen
Syvila, but never had I expected to suddenly hear them from Luggage Boy
whom I had been treating like air.

This party… might not be bad…

“Hero-nim~! My mana reserve’s all empty~!”

“…”

‘Nope. The power of friendship is annoying after all.’

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Hunting down 5 thousand Orcs also took work. Even if you were to kill
 one per second, it would take a whole 84 minutes to finish. 28 minutes
if the work was shared among three by the power of friendship.

However, I quickly massacred the lot of them almost by myself. It
would have taken even less time had the Orcs not scattered out of
fright.

“KuKu~!”

The last Orc fell down in an unsightly manner.

It would have been convenient if they had attacked me with burning
vengeance, like Elves who were all about amity would have done, but Orcs
 didn’t even have the least bit of loyalty in their bones—the moment
they judged there to be no chance of victory, they would run without
even looking back. It was the natural course of action seeing as they
had no family to protect.

Gurgle-gurgle…

The corpses of the Orcs melted and sank into the ground, one after
another. This was what happened when a monster born of the power of
nature lost its strength and returned to nature. There was only one case
 when their corpses remained, and that was when they died of natural
causes and didn’t become EXP.

As for the Elf from before?

“She’s good magic material.”

Leaving her body to rot just like this or to become feed for wild
animals would be disrespecting the dead. She would also be satisfied and
 be able to rest in peace if her body was converted into funds to keep
up appearances for the great Hero who would save humanity.

“Excuse me, Hero-nim? You weren’t going to bury her?”

It seemed Lanuvel was speaking in tongues.

“Why should I?”

“Because the dead Elf is pitiful.”

Luggage Boy, who had woken up before I knew it, nodded as if in
agreement. As I took the pure-white cloth which had been covering
Endymion and used it to wrap the Elf’s corpse like you would a mummy, I
replied, “I’ll say. I’m going to use her body for the greater good
because I feel sorry for her. And Lanuvel. You seem to be greatly
misunderstanding something, but I’m the righteous Hero. I wouldn’t do
something like cutting up a woman to sell her.”

“Huh?”

“What’s with that surprised look on your face?”

“Well that’s because…”

Lanuvel left her words unfinished, glancing about our surroundings.

“Hey. Are Orcs and Elves the same? You two take the Elf’s corpse and
return to the village, and contact Prince Nasus. Do that and an
undertaker will come with payment for the body.”

“Ah!”

“I expected no less of you, Hero-nim!”

Money was one thing, but this also made for a good excuse to get
these muppets off my back. If they dragged their feet like this with
Orcs as opponents, it would be utterly inconceivable for them to go up
against a dragon; thus, this was a good thing for everybody.

“Hero-nim! You can’t run off on your own!”

“We’ll be waiting at the village!”

Lanuvel and Luggage Boy had employed the power of friendship to their
 heart’s content at the Orc colony, and vented their frustrations. The
two carried the Elf’s corpse and made their way back as if fleeing.
Seeing their retreating figures, truthfully, I felt a little worried.

“It’s best they don’t bother Master Mollang, but…”

The reason behind this was that if you bothered Master Mollang too
much, it would bite you even as it wobbled. Its bite was more painful
than you would think, and even I really didn’t know how it bit with that
 jelly-like body.

In any case, I turned around with a light heart. It was now time to go assassinate the drag-…

▷Weary: Did I not say I would come without notice?

‘Oh my! My respected Professor Morals, so you’ve come.

‘There have been no problems so far.’

▷Lecture: No! Regretfully there is one! Do you not think you had
perhaps given up on the poor Elf’s life too easily? So long as there is
life, there is hope. Life is said to be a journey towards death, but by
no means does it mean you should give up so simply.

‘That’s a huge misunderstanding, sir.’

I had never given up on the Elf I came across at the Orc colony.

Level 892. How could I give up on this? The very moment I saw that
woman who was pressed beneath the excited black pig, I felt a strong tug
 of destiny in my heart. I saw the bright future where we would soon
become as one.

And that’s how it actually went as well. She had become good EXP for me.

▷Headache: It is said that those stubborn of heart will fall into
unhappiness. One who does not seek happiness on their own cannot enjoy
it. Try treating new bonds with care. You will be able to find a
happiness that you did not know before.

“New bonds, huh…”

‘This is difficult. I should take down the dragon first and think later!

‘I think I’ll become happy that way.’

▷Race: Chaos Dragon
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Supreme Ruler(Conquest→Battle Spirit↑)
▷Skills: Chaos(SS) Destruction(SS) Oblivion(SS) Battle Spirit(S) Deadly Venom(S)…
▷Status: Drowsy, Muddled, Twilight

“… Hm.”

“Chao…?”

“Pardon the intrusion.”

I had followed the correct address to the young dragon’s nest, and a
pitch-black flying lizard was peacefully lying down in a fairly large
pit that was shaped like the vent of a volcano.

Only…

“Chaoooooo—!!”

“Goddamn.”

It turned out that the nest owner hadn’t changed yet.

\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_

Turning around, I dashed towards the forest.

If the Hero who came to hunt a dragon ended up hunted instead, that
wouldn’t even amount to be a cheap joke retold by a bard, let alone be
an achievement or rise in fame.

“Chaooo!”

My opponent was an ancient dragon among ancient dragons—the
‘Twilight’ on its status window was proof. This meant its hour of death
was near.

Of course, it would’ve been fine if it was an obese lizard that
didn’t do its age justice even with the Twilight status, but
surprisingly its job was ‘Supreme Ruler’, which spoke volumes of how
belligerent it was. And that was why its Level and Skills were all
beast.

That Supreme Ruler dragon was naturally not fameless. In the 1st
Playthrough, not only did I not encounter it, I didn’t even know it had
died of natural causes; however, I did hear about it from others as it
appeared in stories of an evil dragon destroying countless nations about
 as often as a customer frequented a shop.

Three pairs of wings, massive frame, pitch-black scales, aggressive… It was exactly as the stories described.

Oblivion Dragon King, Noebius.

Although it was slightly pushed down the danger ranking due to Demon
King Fedornar’s revival, it was an existence that took a spot among what
 Fantasia’s natives considered the ‘Five Disasters’. I knew of the other
 Disasters since, in the 1st Playthrough, I subjugated them one after
another in later years, but the one before me was a monster of a card
that I was completely helpless against in my present state.

Flap! Flap!

The three pairs of wings of the great black dragon which rose into
the sky blocked out the sun like a solar eclipse. Furtively glancing up,
 I saw the Oblivion Dragon King opening its maw wide.

‘Dragonbreath…!’

The strongest attack method which made the absurd lifeform that was a
 dragon even more ridiculous in a fantasy world—dragonbreath. When it
came to a dragon king, the might of that breath was even more terrible
than a natural disaster.

“Chaooo~~!”

Following a violent roar, the dark venom sprayed out of the Oblivion Dragon King’s maw rained upon the ground like a waterfall.

Splash—!

The deadly venom spread everywhere like a flood. All animals and
plants touched by the dragon’s breath turned black in an instant and
died. It was no use even when those animals fled to higher places such
as mountains or boulders—the poisonous gas emitted by the venom was
extremely fatal as well.

I managed to come out unscathed, however; the dragonbreath had been off mark.

“Has its eyes gone bad with age? What pathetic accuracy.”

I ran in the opposite direction of the village. The muppets I
couldn’t care less about, but bringing harm to the great being was the
one thing I wanted to avoid.

The appearance of the Oblivion Dragon King derailed my plans big time, but it wasn’t to a despairing extent.

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 346
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Endurance(S) Physical Strength(A) Agility(A) Resistance(A) Five Senses(A)…
▷Status: Developing

I had been wildly growing stronger even since I took out the Orc
colony. Although I still only had one S-rank Skill, it was just as hard
in the 1st Playthrough to achieve S-rank as well. It was so hard that
the general opinion was that A-rank was as far as you could attain with
just effort.

But that didn’t apply to me.

‘Master Mollang. Thank you.’

My body was reacting on its own. When bacteria and poison invaded my
body, the leukocytes produced in large amounts from the bone marrows
created antibodies through phagocytosis to eliminate the antigens. When a
 wound opened on my body, the thrombocytes derived from megakaryocytes
instantly formed a blood clot by clumping and stopped the bleeding.

I didn’t need the likes of healing and curing magic of a fantasy world.

Sss…

The darkened parts of my skin which was exposed to the poisonous gas
returned to normal. The Oblivion Dragon King’s breath was basically
poison. While it would have been dangerous had its breath landed on top
of my head, I was given time for my leukocytes to produce antibodies due
 to the dragon misaiming by far.

With this, I was now immune to its poison, but there still remained a threat to be dealt with.

“KuKu…!”

“BuBu?!”

I ran into a group of Orcs which had been escaping from the dragon’s
breath. Refusing to run away all together like buddies, they instead
rushed to attack me.

The reason for this was simple.

Covered in head to toe with deadly venom, I was an extremely
threatening existence to the Orcs, and that was why they were attacking
to prevent my approach.

But it wasn’t as if I couldn’t give way either.

“Move-!”

I took on the Orcs’ attacks with my body as I charged. Their various
bladed weapons dealt harsh blows, but I ignored them while coldly
observing my surroundings, cutting down any high-level Orc I saw using
Endymion.

“CuCu~?!

I was no pervert that enjoyed pain, and neither did I have great
tolerance for suffering. I merely pushed onwards using the power of
science.

The endorphins would suppress physical pain. Normally, endorphin is
only released in large amounts from the pituitary gland and hypothalamus
 during intense exercise or when under stress, but I had no such
restrictions.

Only, abusing this had to be avoided due to addictive sensation of
ecstasy. It was a hormone that needed to be controlled in moderation.

“Whoo~! Gettin’ high baby~!”

“HuHu…?”

“Die! Die! Become my EXP! Nyahahah!”

“QuQu~?!”

During battle, the adrenaline released from the adrenal medulla
triggers the blood vessels throughout the body to expand, thereby
enhancing reflexes and bodily functions. In addition, adrenaline
suppresses the digestive system and helps prevent being hampered by the
related bodily functions.

However, too much of this hormone is also dangerous—you could collapse from hypertension.

“How persistent!”

“Chaooo!”

I continued to run, while the Oblivion Dragon King also continued to follow.

When I saw a powerful monster half-dead on its feet, poisoned by the
dragon king’s venomous breath, I would sneakily approach and claim their
 life using Endymion.

It was the ultimate teamplay!

My Level rose at an amazing rate, while my Skills which had stopped
at A-rank broke through their limits and improved in all aspects.

Nothing else needed be said.

“Hahah! This is my first time getting carried like this!”

“Chaoooo-!”

The good team that we were, we adventured across the lands of
Fantasia through day and night. Nobody, no one, could get in our way.

Demons, forests, heroes, monsters, knight orders, mercenaries,
cities… They were all swept away like the dust before a vacuum cleaner.

‘It’d be great if tomorrow will be like today!’

How many days had passed like this without my being aware of it, I
wonder? Even our friendship and adventure, which had seemed like it
would last eternal, had a final stop.

Our parting was as abrupt as our meeting.

\*
\*
\*

“Chaooo~~~?!”

My dear partner, Oblivion Dragon King Noebius, was gracefully soaring
 across the night sky when it crashed headlong into the ground with a
scream.

Boom-!

At first I suspected an attack by the Demon King. Apart from the
possibility of that ‘sponsor’ of mine attacking out of envy for our
terrific friendship, it was impossible for the strongest existence in a
fantasy world, a dragon, to be brought down in one blow.

But that wasn’t it.

▷Race: Chaos Dragon
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Supreme Ruler(Conquest→Battle Spirit↑)
▷Skills: Chaos(SS) Destruction(SS) Oblivion(SS) Battle Spirit(S) Deadly Venom(S)…
▷Status: Old Age, Dislocation, Sprained, Total Exhaustion, Twilight

It couldn’t fool its age. It seemed even the strongest dragon was
helpless before time. Its prolonged flight had pushed its spine and
wings beyond their limits, and its body couldn’t hold up as its stamina
failed.

As for me, on the other hand…

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 903
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Resistance(SS) Berserk(S) Physical Strength(S) Endurance(S) Agility(S)…
▷Status: Good

I had grown fantastically strong!

My Level had approached the limits of what could be reached through
hunting in this peaceful continent. If I wanted to break through Level
999 from here, I absolutely needed the help of my ‘sponsor’ who
possessed many demon minions that were packed full of EXP.

Our adventure had ended at a perfect timing. If there was anything to point out, though…

“This might be a little fatal to my reputation…?”

I unhurriedly took in my surroundings. The earth had become
contaminated by the dragon’s breath, and I couldn’t find anything alive
around.

The number of cities which had been wiped off the map, because of the
 poor-sighted dragon king shooting its breath in all the wrong
directions, wasn’t few. And the damage wasn’t just limited to this
region—half of Fantasia’s middle continent was in the same shape.

Demon King Fedornar had managed to plunge humanity into the depths of fear without even lifting a finger.

Scary bastard.

▷Sigh: What a truly fearsome student you are!

‘Ah! Professor Morals. It’s really been a while.’

▷Troubled: I had no chance to intervene due to the ongoing critical
situation. It would have been awful if things went wrong because of me,
after all. That is why I waited until the battle ended, but it seems
even the continent which was peaceful ended along with it.

‘What do you mean it ended? It’s too early to give up!

‘Didn’t you tell me to not easily give up?

‘There’s hope in this 2nd Playthrough!’

In the world of Fantasia, with its middle continent as the center,
there are four other similar-sized continents that altogether form the
shape of a cross: the east continent, west continent, north continent,
and south continent. And the Oblivion Dragon King and my main area of
activity was the middle continent. The surrounding four continents were
still fine even now, and furthermore, a whole half of the middle
continent which had received a big blow was untouched.

Statistically speaking, 90% of humanity’s homes were still intact, and that was why it was too early to give up.

▷Affirmative: Correct. Hope is an important virtue to the Hero… In
any case, even a trustworthy and excellent steed mustn’t be removed of
its bridle. This situation has come to pass because you blindly believed
 in the memories and information from your 1st Playthrough, yes?

I wouldn’t deny this. I had thought a young dragon whelp to be living
 in that nest, but who would have known a dragon of extreme old age on
the verge of death to be just sitting there instead? It was even highly
aggressive and powerful.

It was no longer the time to worry about character—my reputation had
ended up going down the drain while trying to make an achievement.

“Still, there is something I gained in return for that.”

“Chao…”

Oblivion Dragon King Noebius, who was all but spent, was quickly
running out of life. Had it given up chasing me in the middle and
returned to its nest, or folded its wings to take even a brief rest, it
would have at least lived for a year longer.

However, this dragon had walked the path of the mighty until the end. It was the road it had chosen itself.

“Hey. Are you satisfied?”

The Oblivion Dragon King hadn’t lost its dignity nor its spirit even
as it was dying. I approached the huge head of the collapsed dragon and
asked it a question, and it opened its mouth to reply.

“Chao.”

“I see.”

The language of dragons couldn’t be translated by any Skill. Even
scholars who had long studied dragons couldn’t understand their words.
Only when a dragon lowered itself to polymorph into a human to speak in
the language of man could a conversation be established.

But this moment was an exception. I had no way knowing the
expressions of reptiles, but I felt something similar to conviction that
 the Oblivion Dragon King was laughing.

As if saying that it was an enjoyable defeat.

“I enjoyed it as well, Noebius.”

Stab.

I drove Endymion between the center of the dragon king’s forehead.
Although it wasn’t a being that could be so simply killed with this
much, but even a gentle breeze is dangerous when the flames of life is
almost spent.

“Chaooo…”

The dragon’s last will had a large part in it as well. It would have
been different had it still harbored regret towards life, but it was
satisfied by the outcome of our fight which was so intense as to have
destroyed half of the middle continent. And that was why it gladly
granted me the right of the victor.

It passed on to me its own power which had been accumulated over long years, and the sheer amount of it was beyond common sense.

Whoosh—!

The dragon’s body, the size of which rivaled a small mountain, turned
 into a flood of jet-black venom and swept across the earth once more.

Oblivion Dragon King Noebius… It was a terrifying dragon until the very end.

It would be nice if Demon King Fedornar, who had simply died just
like that after getting his ass beaten, learned something from this.

A villain should have some grit I say.

“… Uh?”

I was bewildered upon seeing the change in my status.

The dragon hadn’t simply left me EXP and its heart after dying. It
had even left me the element of ‘chaos’ which could be said to be its
own identity.

▷Race: Chaos Human
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Resistance(SS) Chaos(SS) Berserk(SS) Physical Strength(S)…
▷Status: Internal Chaos

Thanks to that my status abilities had also fallen into chaos. My
race was chaos, my Skills were chaos, and my status was also chaos.

There was nothing but chaos everywhere!

However…

‘Professor Morals, what’s with that mosaic?’

▷Confused: I, I also do not quite…

He was hesitant instead of giving a refreshing answer like usual.
Could it be an ability which even the teaching staff that created this
ridiculous education system didn’t know? Or was he feigning ignorance
despite knowing all about it?

Honestly speaking, it didn’t matter either way.

“My oh my~𝅘𝅥𝅮”

My heart began to flutter like in the moment before scratching the covering of a housing lottery ticket.

\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_

Turning around, I dashed towards the forest.

If the Hero who came to hunt a dragon ended up hunted instead, that
wouldn’t even amount to be a cheap joke retold by a bard, let alone be
an achievement or rise in fame.

“Chaooo!”

My opponent was an ancient dragon among ancient dragons—the
‘Twilight’ on its status window was proof. This meant its hour of death
was near.

Of course, it would’ve been fine if it was an obese lizard that
didn’t do its age justice even with the Twilight status, but
surprisingly its job was ‘Supreme Ruler’, which spoke volumes of how
belligerent it was. And that was why its Level and Skills were all
beast.

That Supreme Ruler dragon was naturally not fameless. In the 1st
Playthrough, not only did I not encounter it, I didn’t even know it had
died of natural causes; however, I did hear about it from others as it
appeared in stories of an evil dragon destroying countless nations about
 as often as a customer frequented a shop.

Three pairs of wings, massive frame, pitch-black scales, aggressive… It was exactly as the stories described.

Oblivion Dragon King, Noebius.

Although it was slightly pushed down the danger ranking due to Demon
King Fedornar’s revival, it was an existence that took a spot among what
 Fantasia’s natives considered the ‘Five Disasters’. I knew of the other
 Disasters since, in the 1st Playthrough, I subjugated them one after
another in later years, but the one before me was a monster of a card
that I was completely helpless against in my present state.

Flap! Flap!

The three pairs of wings of the great black dragon which rose into
the sky blocked out the sun like a solar eclipse. Furtively glancing up,
 I saw the Oblivion Dragon King opening its maw wide.

‘Dragonbreath…!’

The strongest attack method which made the absurd lifeform that was a
 dragon even more ridiculous in a fantasy world—dragonbreath. When it
came to a dragon king, the might of that breath was even more terrible
than a natural disaster.

“Chaooo~~!”

Following a violent roar, the dark venom sprayed out of the Oblivion Dragon King’s maw rained upon the ground like a waterfall.

Splash—!

The deadly venom spread everywhere like a flood. All animals and
plants touched by the dragon’s breath turned black in an instant and
died. It was no use even when those animals fled to higher places such
as mountains or boulders—the poisonous gas emitted by the venom was
extremely fatal as well.

I managed to come out unscathed, however; the dragonbreath had been off mark.

“Has its eyes gone bad with age? What pathetic accuracy.”

I ran in the opposite direction of the village. The muppets I
couldn’t care less about, but bringing harm to the great being was the
one thing I wanted to avoid.

The appearance of the Oblivion Dragon King derailed my plans big time, but it wasn’t to a despairing extent.

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 346
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Endurance(S) Physical Strength(A) Agility(A) Resistance(A) Five Senses(A)…
▷Status: Developing

I had been wildly growing stronger even since I took out the Orc
colony. Although I still only had one S-rank Skill, it was just as hard
in the 1st Playthrough to achieve S-rank as well. It was so hard that
the general opinion was that A-rank was as far as you could attain with
just effort.

But that didn’t apply to me.

‘Master Mollang. Thank you.’

My body was reacting on its own. When bacteria and poison invaded my
body, the leukocytes produced in large amounts from the bone marrows
created antibodies through phagocytosis to eliminate the antigens. When a
 wound opened on my body, the thrombocytes derived from megakaryocytes
instantly formed a blood clot by clumping and stopped the bleeding.

I didn’t need the likes of healing and curing magic of a fantasy world.

Sss…

The darkened parts of my skin which was exposed to the poisonous gas
returned to normal. The Oblivion Dragon King’s breath was basically
poison. While it would have been dangerous had its breath landed on top
of my head, I was given time for my leukocytes to produce antibodies due
 to the dragon misaiming by far.

With this, I was now immune to its poison, but there still remained a threat to be dealt with.

“KuKu…!”

“BuBu?!”

I ran into a group of Orcs which had been escaping from the dragon’s
breath. Refusing to run away all together like buddies, they instead
rushed to attack me.

The reason for this was simple.

Covered in head to toe with deadly venom, I was an extremely
threatening existence to the Orcs, and that was why they were attacking
to prevent my approach.

But it wasn’t as if I couldn’t give way either.

“Move-!”

I took on the Orcs’ attacks with my body as I charged. Their various
bladed weapons dealt harsh blows, but I ignored them while coldly
observing my surroundings, cutting down any high-level Orc I saw using
Endymion.

“CuCu~?!

I was no pervert that enjoyed pain, and neither did I have great
tolerance for suffering. I merely pushed onwards using the power of
science.

The endorphins would suppress physical pain. Normally, endorphin is
only released in large amounts from the pituitary gland and hypothalamus
 during intense exercise or when under stress, but I had no such
restrictions.

Only, abusing this had to be avoided due to addictive sensation of
ecstasy. It was a hormone that needed to be controlled in moderation.

“Whoo~! Gettin’ high baby~!”

“HuHu…?”

“Die! Die! Become my EXP! Nyahahah!”

“QuQu~?!”

During battle, the adrenaline released from the adrenal medulla
triggers the blood vessels throughout the body to expand, thereby
enhancing reflexes and bodily functions. In addition, adrenaline
suppresses the digestive system and helps prevent being hampered by the
related bodily functions.

However, too much of this hormone is also dangerous—you could collapse from hypertension.

“How persistent!”

“Chaooo!”

I continued to run, while the Oblivion Dragon King also continued to follow.

When I saw a powerful monster half-dead on its feet, poisoned by the
dragon king’s venomous breath, I would sneakily approach and claim their
 life using Endymion.

It was the ultimate teamplay!

My Level rose at an amazing rate, while my Skills which had stopped
at A-rank broke through their limits and improved in all aspects.

Nothing else needed be said.

“Hahah! This is my first time getting carried like this!”

“Chaoooo-!”

The good team that we were, we adventured across the lands of
Fantasia through day and night. Nobody, no one, could get in our way.

Demons, forests, heroes, monsters, knight orders, mercenaries,
cities… They were all swept away like the dust before a vacuum cleaner.

‘It’d be great if tomorrow will be like today!’

How many days had passed like this without my being aware of it, I
wonder? Even our friendship and adventure, which had seemed like it
would last eternal, had a final stop.

Our parting was as abrupt as our meeting.

\*
\*
\*

“Chaooo~~~?!”

My dear partner, Oblivion Dragon King Noebius, was gracefully soaring
 across the night sky when it crashed headlong into the ground with a
scream.

Boom-!

At first I suspected an attack by the Demon King. Apart from the
possibility of that ‘sponsor’ of mine attacking out of envy for our
terrific friendship, it was impossible for the strongest existence in a
fantasy world, a dragon, to be brought down in one blow.

But that wasn’t it.

▷Race: Chaos Dragon
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Supreme Ruler(Conquest→Battle Spirit↑)
▷Skills: Chaos(SS) Destruction(SS) Oblivion(SS) Battle Spirit(S) Deadly Venom(S)…
▷Status: Old Age, Dislocation, Sprained, Total Exhaustion, Twilight

It couldn’t fool its age. It seemed even the strongest dragon was
helpless before time. Its prolonged flight had pushed its spine and
wings beyond their limits, and its body couldn’t hold up as its stamina
failed.

As for me, on the other hand…

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 903
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Resistance(SS) Berserk(S) Physical Strength(S) Endurance(S) Agility(S)…
▷Status: Good

I had grown fantastically strong!

My Level had approached the limits of what could be reached through
hunting in this peaceful continent. If I wanted to break through Level
999 from here, I absolutely needed the help of my ‘sponsor’ who
possessed many demon minions that were packed full of EXP.

Our adventure had ended at a perfect timing. If there was anything to point out, though…

“This might be a little fatal to my reputation…?”

I unhurriedly took in my surroundings. The earth had become
contaminated by the dragon’s breath, and I couldn’t find anything alive
around.

The number of cities which had been wiped off the map, because of the
 poor-sighted dragon king shooting its breath in all the wrong
directions, wasn’t few. And the damage wasn’t just limited to this
region—half of Fantasia’s middle continent was in the same shape.

Demon King Fedornar had managed to plunge humanity into the depths of fear without even lifting a finger.

Scary bastard.

▷Sigh: What a truly fearsome student you are!

‘Ah! Professor Morals. It’s really been a while.’

▷Troubled: I had no chance to intervene due to the ongoing critical
situation. It would have been awful if things went wrong because of me,
after all. That is why I waited until the battle ended, but it seems
even the continent which was peaceful ended along with it.

‘What do you mean it ended? It’s too early to give up!

‘Didn’t you tell me to not easily give up?

‘There’s hope in this 2nd Playthrough!’

In the world of Fantasia, with its middle continent as the center,
there are four other similar-sized continents that altogether form the
shape of a cross: the east continent, west continent, north continent,
and south continent. And the Oblivion Dragon King and my main area of
activity was the middle continent. The surrounding four continents were
still fine even now, and furthermore, a whole half of the middle
continent which had received a big blow was untouched.

Statistically speaking, 90% of humanity’s homes were still intact, and that was why it was too early to give up.

▷Affirmative: Correct. Hope is an important virtue to the Hero… In
any case, even a trustworthy and excellent steed mustn’t be removed of
its bridle. This situation has come to pass because you blindly believed
 in the memories and information from your 1st Playthrough, yes?

I wouldn’t deny this. I had thought a young dragon whelp to be living
 in that nest, but who would have known a dragon of extreme old age on
the verge of death to be just sitting there instead? It was even highly
aggressive and powerful.

It was no longer the time to worry about character—my reputation had
ended up going down the drain while trying to make an achievement.

“Still, there is something I gained in return for that.”

“Chao…”

Oblivion Dragon King Noebius, who was all but spent, was quickly
running out of life. Had it given up chasing me in the middle and
returned to its nest, or folded its wings to take even a brief rest, it
would have at least lived for a year longer.

However, this dragon had walked the path of the mighty until the end. It was the road it had chosen itself.

“Hey. Are you satisfied?”

The Oblivion Dragon King hadn’t lost its dignity nor its spirit even
as it was dying. I approached the huge head of the collapsed dragon and
asked it a question, and it opened its mouth to reply.

“Chao.”

“I see.”

The language of dragons couldn’t be translated by any Skill. Even
scholars who had long studied dragons couldn’t understand their words.
Only when a dragon lowered itself to polymorph into a human to speak in
the language of man could a conversation be established.

But this moment was an exception. I had no way knowing the
expressions of reptiles, but I felt something similar to conviction that
 the Oblivion Dragon King was laughing.

As if saying that it was an enjoyable defeat.

“I enjoyed it as well, Noebius.”

Stab.

I drove Endymion between the center of the dragon king’s forehead.
Although it wasn’t a being that could be so simply killed with this
much, but even a gentle breeze is dangerous when the flames of life is
almost spent.

“Chaooo…”

The dragon’s last will had a large part in it as well. It would have
been different had it still harbored regret towards life, but it was
satisfied by the outcome of our fight which was so intense as to have
destroyed half of the middle continent. And that was why it gladly
granted me the right of the victor.

It passed on to me its own power which had been accumulated over long years, and the sheer amount of it was beyond common sense.

Whoosh—!

The dragon’s body, the size of which rivaled a small mountain, turned
 into a flood of jet-black venom and swept across the earth once more.

Oblivion Dragon King Noebius… It was a terrifying dragon until the very end.

It would be nice if Demon King Fedornar, who had simply died just
like that after getting his ass beaten, learned something from this.

A villain should have some grit I say.

“… Uh?”

I was bewildered upon seeing the change in my status.

The dragon hadn’t simply left me EXP and its heart after dying. It
had even left me the element of ‘chaos’ which could be said to be its
own identity.

▷Race: Chaos Human
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Resistance(SS) Chaos(SS) Berserk(SS) Physical Strength(S)…
▷Status: Internal Chaos

Thanks to that my status abilities had also fallen into chaos. My
race was chaos, my Skills were chaos, and my status was also chaos.

There was nothing but chaos everywhere!

However…

‘Professor Morals, what’s with that mosaic?’

▷Confused: I, I also do not quite…

He was hesitant instead of giving a refreshing answer like usual.
Could it be an ability which even the teaching staff that created this
ridiculous education system didn’t know? Or was he feigning ignorance
despite knowing all about it?

Honestly speaking, it didn’t matter either way.

“My oh my~𝅘𝅥𝅮”

My heart began to flutter like in the moment before scratching the covering of a housing lottery ticket.