FFF-Class Trashero

Chapter 152 - [? Episode] It’s Been a Long Time!

Chapter 152 - [? Episode] It’s Been a Long Time!

“Gooooool~!”

Losing to a baby wasn’t enough to make it surrender. Judging itself to be at a disadvantage, the golden dragon gave up fighting and fled. It was very fast, just like its light attribute. Of course, this was also relative.

“Greee~”

The green dragon raised his head and let out a triumphant roar.

“…Hey. You have to chase and bite its neck. Why are you saying goodbye?”

“G-Greeeee…?”

“Sigh! It’s still a long way from becoming a dignified Demon Dragon.”

I quickly summoned the Holy Sword Nucleon, the wings of a righteous hero formed on my back. It was pretty quick, but I would track it down even now and finish it-

? Score: 15304

? Ranking: 68

…I was about to go, but I stopped. It’s because my score went up just by chasing the elf-eating evil dragon. If I were me in the past, I would have somehow tracked it and converted it into experience points, but now I couldn’t help but pay attention to the festival score. The problem was that it climbed so well, even if I set aside the score given by the Health Teacher.

It was still a long way from the end of the festival, but in doing so, I would end up being dragged into the secondary education curriculum with an overwhelming first place.

“The score goes up just by breathing…”

So it was very difficult. Until this morning, I thought I was pretty relaxed. If the score went up, I could commit an illegal act and drop it again. This was the normal flow. However, I had experienced several skips forward. There were several occasions when time flew by between those shortcuts, so it was possible I wouldn’t have time to drop it. So let’s be careful!

“There…thank you for saving me.”

“I lived thanks to you!”

“Phew! I thought I was going to fall to C-Class!”

“Oh My God! S-Class?! Is this for real?!”

The shield warrior who fought the most earnestly went into the dragon’s stomach, but the remaining four survived through his sacrifice. As they thanked me, their jaws dropped when they saw the rainbow-colored name tag. They should be shocked. The name tags of the warriors in this party were silver, meaning B-Class.

The Top 30 were said to be A-Class, whose name tags were golden, so the festival score rankings of this party would be similar to mine. Then, so what? I’m not interested in anything other than how to get back to Earth.

“B-Class friends, good luck.”

I waved my hand like I was shooing away a fly. But these flies didn’t give up easily and followed me around. Then, they looked closely at my abilities.

“Your race is unique, a spirit…?”

“Look at the skills of the accompanying Saint and Dragon.”

“Ugh! There are so many Grade Z skills!”

“It’s awesome! It’s real, the heaven above A-Class!”

Their praise didn’t comfort me at all. These are the people who had been living the lives of citizens in my beautiful home planet while I had spent decades in the Fantasy World. It was a very simple matter. Would you like to go back a thousand years and become a king who squats on a golden pot every morning?

Or would you like to become a citizen of modern culture who used ceramic flush toilets and bidets? Is it all only about the toilet? Air conditioners, boilers, refrigerators, computers, mobile phones…

I can be sure that they lived a much more comfortable life than any great man in the history books. In other words, their praise only sounded sarcastic to me.

“Why do you keep following me?”

I could ride on Green Cake or fly directly, but I decided to walk because it would seem like I was running away. The young man who seemed to be the leader of this B-Class party answered with a smile.

“We want to watch and learn. Ah! We forgot to introduce ourselves first! Since we are quite famous, we have a habit of skipping introductions…hmmmm. I’m the leader of Silver Star, the 13th place party at the festival…”

“I see. B-Class star friends. Let’s meet again when you reach the 3rd place party.”

“My name is…”

“Including that.”

I didn’t want to have a long conversation with them because the fact that I had been trapped in the world of Fantasy might be exposed. That alone must be avoided.

…Wait a minute.

“Hey. B-Class.”

“That’s true that I’m a B-class…but it’s very upsetting to hear that from Mr. Number 1, who is an S-Class heavenly figure…”

“Do you know Factoria?”

“Factoria?”

“She is a human mage living in the Pacific Ocean. She pretends to be smart while bragging about being rich. She looks like she’s in her early 20s, but I don’t know if that’s her real age.”

I couldn’t remember Factoria’s appearance very well. Was she a classic foreigner beauty? Human women in the Fantasy World born under parents whose abilities had been corrected were generally beautiful. I saw so many beauties at Factoria’s level that her appearance was blurry.

Of course, I also had some clear memories. Lanuvel, Sylvia, Aqua. At the beginning of the 1st playthrough, the three people I met still lingered in my mind as a model of beauty representing the three races (human, elf, and mermaid). So, their names were memorized naturally. But other than that?

“Perhaps…are you talking about President Victoria?”

“Who is that?”

“Mr. Number 1, you asked the question yourself, but…a mage and a rich woman. The personal information you mentioned doesn’t help because only rich and smart people can do magic in the first place, but only a few famous ones live in the Pacific Ocean. And the name Factoria also sounds familiar.”

“I think that’s right.”

Victoria. I must cover her mouth. If there’s one mistake I had inadvertently made on Earth, it’s that I gave my golem to the mermaid who entrusted her protection to Victoria. At the time, I thought it was a pretty good deal. However, after seeing Luke’s mass-produced golem, I changed my mind. The golem infused with the spirit of a hero knew that I had stayed in the Fantasy World for a long time.

This information must have been passed on to her. And if she had the intelligence, she would have noticed that my family relationships were fundamental and that I was missing for five years.

“Mr. Number 1. How are you so strong?”

The lowly B-class fellows were persistently following me. They seemed to be trying to prolong this meeting and find even a small chance at growth.

“My question first.”

“Ah! Yes. I have no idea who Factoria is, but if it’s President Victoria, she’s at the top list of A-Class heroes, and she’s a strong candidate for 1st place. But there’s been a lot of rumors that she’s been losing a factional fight in the women’s dormitory recently.”

“You bring up many useless things, huh?”

The point is, she also participated in this festival, right?

“Please answer my question this time.”

“Question? What did you say?”

“…I asked you how you were so strong.”

“Look at my abilities. How can I be weak?”

It was obvious for me to be strong.

? Race: Natural Spirit

? Level: 999+

? Job: Monarch (Subordinate ? Almighty?)

? Skills: Annihilation MAX Love MAX Friendship MAX Hope MAX Flight MAX…

? Status: Holy Sword, Saintess

If the Black Box was activated, the sealed Transcendence Realm Skills were added, and those abilities become even more spectacular. Still, the current level of the skill was sufficient. Although it was a little weak compared to that Health Teacher.

“How do you get those abilities…?”

“It’s simple.”

“Ugh! Are you telling us the secret too?!”

“It’s simple, after all.”

I stayed for over thirty years in the Fantasy World, where others graduated in three. So that’s why I’m strong. But I don’t think that’s all. When I lived on Earth, I was a normal high school student who wasn’t particularly good at studying or athletic, but I lived desperately in the Fantasy Continent. All to go back to my hometown.

“I am busy. I won’t say it twice, so listen carefully.”

“Yes!”

The lowly B-Class fellows’ ears perked.

“While my colleagues laughed and chatted, I trained and hunted. When others cowardly fought in a group, I fought fairly and squarely alone. Look back on your days. How much time are you active during the day? Then when it gets hard, you just give up, right? Don’t get me wrong. I’ve given up on borrowing the strength of my colleagues. A hero doesn’t need love and friendship. It’s only a poison that makes you weak.”

“You said so, but both your love and friendship are MAX…?”

Love and friendship? I didn’t raise it because I wanted to. When I was on the Fantasy Continent, I was sexually harassed by spirits all day, and they automatically became MAX level.

“This is because of my racial characteristics.”

“Ah, right.”

But these lowly B-Class fellows didn’t seem to believe me. They seemed to think that I was teaching them misinformation to reduce my competitors. It was amazing.

“If you don’t want to believe it, that’s fine.”

However, this misunderstanding wasn’t that bad. This was because they left without any regrets. After all, they thought they would get nothing from me other than wrong information. I immediately carried out the next bounty mission, firmly punishing the pervert who proudly shouted in front of me, ‘Flat is justice!’

Very thoroughly. This was because he had a high probability of developing into a child sex offender. The pervert manipulated the dead body of elf women, dressing them in very humiliating outfits. He bragged about it, saying that his dream was to have a harem party composed of beautiful women like the legendary hero.

Does it mean that it doesn’t matter if it’s a dead body as long as it’s beautiful? If he had known what happened to that hero later, he wouldn’t have had such a vain dream…

“What a waste of talent.”

It would have been a good fight if he had controlled the corpse of a powerful monster or warrior instead of the unfortunate elves.

The pervert whom I scolded laughed out loud in reply.

“Haha! You don’t know women very well!”

“…Me?”

I summoned women from my pocket one after another. Saint H, Spirit C, Spirit D.

“T-this can’t be…!”

Seeing them, the pervert went speechless and sank to the floor. He was staring up at the cliff of the Exorcist Elf, standing between the two angels who swayed every time they moved. Spirit C, who was noticing the pervert, spoke.

“Hey, Master? Can I take care of him?”

“As you please.”

The pervert wasn’t a demon, but this elf, who had become uncomfortable with his appearance, punished him thoroughly like a heretic inquisitor. Respect your tastes?

The trend always wins.

*

After completing all the missions I received from Elf City, I returned to the dorm. I thought it would be okay to sleep in an inn in a city or village, but the Mayor, an official with administrator rights, was a really special case. All the heroes were supposed to sleep in the dormitory. If I didn’t get permission from the dormitory by saying, “For this reason, I need to sleep outside today,” penalty points would be applied to my grade.

I, who didn’t want to fall from S-Class to A-Class warrior, was no exception because the quality of accommodation between S-class and A-class was very different.

“What a shabby place.”

I glanced around the A-Class accommodation and expressed my appreciation.

“The first thing you say when you break into a lady’s room in the middle of the night…it suits you, Kang Han-soo.”

The owner of the room, who I thought was sleeping soundly, opened her eyes and answered.

“It’s been a while, Factoria.”

“It’s Victoria. After all, you survived the explosion, huh…”

Does she like to sleep with her underwear off? There was nothing on the shoulders and neck of the beautiful woman who had hastily covered her breasts with a blanket.

“It’s been a while, Mage A.”

“You may call me whatever else you want, but please not that lame name! I think I’d rather leave the world early than be called it …”

“That’s none of my business.”

“It’s been a while since we met…oh! But Kang Han-soo. How did you get in here?”

Was this woman still half asleep? She asked a very trivial question.

“I came in without permission. Are you stupid?”

“I know that! No, that’s not what I meant, I’m not stupid! So please remove that pathetic look from your face! I mean, how could an unauthorized gentleman enter the women’s dormitory without being caught?”

“Of course, I took off the name tag to avoid getting caught?”

Factoria repeated only the obvious questions from before. How stupid were the heroes who believed this woman was smart? I couldn’t imagine it.

“What about all the dorm traps and surveillance?”

“Is there such a thing?”

It was so crude that I almost burst out laughing.

“Okay, so what’s going on? Don’t tell me…you want to make a baby with me?”

“Stop saying terrible things.”

I answered with a straight face.

“Then what are you doing secretly barging in at this hour?”

“I need information from the Earth. And I have a present for you.”

I took the second prototype out of my pocket following the new sword made with the Black Box Grade S’s effect. It was a medium that connected the world of Fantasy and Earth.

The more insurance, the better.