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Chapter 296 - [20th Round] Fair and Square!

Chapter 296 - [20th Round] Fair and Square!

Sometimes events didn’t develop the way one imagined.

The situation with the enemy golems was an example of this.

Their thick limbs made their joints stronger, which should’ve increased their fighting power.

But what transpired surpassed everyone’s expectations.

Bang! Bam! Boom!

The android girl with slender limbs easily destroyed them.

It was hard to believe what was happening, even though I watched it unfold with my own eyes!

“Why are the golems weaker than Boris?”

The cat kicked the tigers’ asses.

Boris didn’t even cheat using powerful magic like cowardly anime girls.

The conditions were equal.

They were all at level 1 and fought using martial arts.

All the conditions indicated that Boris was bound to be defeated.

However, it was actually the opposite.

Boris single-handedly destroyed Richel’s party.

“Kh?!”

“Aaaaghh?!”

“Phhhhh!”

With his slender figure, he defeated individuals far larger than him.

The final victory was only a matter of time.

It was Boris’s moment of glory.

Bang!

Crack!

Bam!

The three powerful golems, which my junior called his secret weapons, quickly turned into heaps of scrap metal.

They couldn’t even fight back since their thick limbs couldn’t withstand Boris’s blows.

Was the difference in their combat power really that great?

“This isn’t as surprising as you think, cowardly hubby.”

“How so?”

“Think about it. What would happen if Romantium chopsticks collided against steel pipes?

“Ah!”

Ssosia’s example was easy to understand.

Romantium vs. Steel.

The legendary metal Romantium’s strength depended on the power of love.

On the other hand, the enemy golems were made of steel, a common metal found everywhere.

They weren’t even worth comparing.

Boris’s founding material made it pointless to discuss the thickness of the golems’ limbs and the laws of physics.

“Stop 2D! Quick!”

“Sir Hero! 2D is too strong!”

“2D’s coming!”

The dummies Hero Richel gathered for three years were eliminated in 30 minutes since they met the last Celestial Lord, preventing them from even reaching me.

“What the hell?! They lied to me about the combat power of 2D, Lord of Steel— Ugh?!”

The Hero, cursing those who gave him false information, was rendered unable to speak.

“Listen carefully, numbskull. My name is Boris, not 2D. I was the dark prince who ruled over the three stars of Andromeda. That is my real identity.”

“I’m not a numbskull! My name is— Kkkkhkh!”

“I’m by no means interested in the name of a loser. I’ll forget about it once I regress anyway.”

“Get your dirty hands off me—”

CRACK!

Boris committed a terrible crime against Hero Richel.

“Oh, God! Oh no! My friend Boris! What have you done?!”

He broke his neck not between his 6th and 7th vertebrae, where cervical hernia most often occurred, but between his 4th and 5th, which was essentially a meaningless place.

In other words, he was telling him that he wasn’t even worthy of herniated discs!

That was an indelible disgrace!

He was far more malevolent than the Demon Lord himself.

“If that’s a disgrace, then what I feel every time I sleep with you is a real mockery.”

“Hey! If anyone hears that, they might get the wrong idea! Besides, the last time we slept together was three years ago.”

“That doesn’t change my point.”

“Listen to the MAX-Class Righteous Demon Lord before you speak. I’m only mocking your pelvis.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Those are completely different things! Like Mollan and Mullan.”

“Mollan?”

“Oh! Master Mollan! You decided to show yourself. Please impart words of wisdom to this stupid demon who can’t seem to understand the difference between Mollan and Mullan, try as she might.”

“Mollan? Mollan~”

“Do you understand now, cowardly wife?”

“No. Mollan just swayed from side to side as usual.”

“That’s the whole point.”

“…”

“Tsk tsk. You’ll be able to understand it one day.”

When Richel’s neck was brutally broken, the world of Fantasy began to crumble, and we immediately regressed.

Everything from Lanuvel to the Demon Lord’s ruined castle returned to its original state.

Additionally…

Karma E ? Karma D

Since the director changed the rules, all of the Hero’s skills remained the same, but the rank of his Karma increased.

? Type: Skill

? Name: Karma

? Rank: D

? C: Credibility diminishes every regression.

? D: Favor diminishes every regression.

? E: Fame decreases every regression.

? F: Reputation decreases every regression.

Favor, fame, reputation.

Even if they decreased, they didn’t affect the combat power.

However, their fall discouraged the inhabitants of Fantasy from cooperating, which was indispensable in the Hero’s adventures.

I didn’t ignore the Hero, though.

“Hahaha! You dare call yourself a hero and even desire to challenge the Demon Lord Parmamon with such a weak spine?! And you, Lanuvel. Your pitiful pelvis… Huh?!”

The unexpected event “Demon Lord’s Incarnation” welcomed Hero Richel like the prologue of a game.

“Again?!”

‘Don’t tell me you didn’t expect this?’

This event would continue to repeat itself!

I wanted to relieve stress, but I didn’t get a chance to fight because of Boris. It upset me.

‘Sneaky junior! I bestow upon you a blessing!’

“Hahaha!”

“I won’t let you hit me so easily this time— Huh?!”

I hadn’t been fooling around for the past three years either.

Having become accustomed to the body of the young aristocrat, I began to manage it more effectively.

After jumping, I fired my knee into his lower jaw, tossing him into the air, then performed a combination that I learned from my dear comrade Noebius.

“Mollan! Mollan! Mollaaan!”

It was important to maintain a rhythm.

Bang! Bang! Snap!

I wasn’t done yet.

The most important part of it was to make sure he wouldn’t fall to the ground and lose consciousness.

x10 combo! Not bad!

x20 combo! Good!

x30 combo! Excellent!

x40 combo! Ideal!

…

Mollanphone was better than Earth’s smartphones!

I wasn’t a Fantasy redneck!

I would prove it to my mom tomorrow at 10 AM!

“The Count’s stupid son had gone mad…”

“Has Demon Lord Parmamon really risen…”

“The Count probably just didn’t discipline his heir properly…”

“Are you just going to watch this? If you don’t intervene, the Hero will die!”

The surprised nobles raised a fuss, and the royal knights drew their swords and rushed to help.

Fshuk! Fshuk! Fshuk!

The Demon Lord’s Incarnation that had beaten Hero Richel collapsed to the floor.

This time, my wounds were fatal.

Bad luck?

The Dumpling King, seeing that the situation was resolved, finally spoke up.

“How could this happen in my domain?! Hero! Hero, can you hear me?”

“Uh… O-oh… Kh… Y-yes, Your Majesty.”

“You are to blame for what happened since you’ve shown yourself to be weaker than my subject.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty… Wait, what? Kha-kha! ”

Hero Richel, coughing up blood, was amazed by the Dumpling King’s insolence.

“I will not spread rumors that the Hero is weaker than the young aristocrat. However, in return, I command you to serve me for one year.”

“This is insane…”

“Did you say something, Hero?”

“Oh, no, Your Majesty.”

He humbly bowed his head, not wanting to spend ten years sitting in a dirty dungeon for insulting the king.

The expression on the Dumpling King’s face softened. Did he like the humility of the Hero chosen by God?

“But if you are as weak as you are now, you will not be able to serve me properly. I shall write a letter of recommendation that would allow you to train with the Sword God Alex.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. Kha-kha-kha!”

“You may go.”

“As you wish… Kh.”

Hero Richel left the throne room, muttering curses under his breath and spitting out his knocked-out teeth.

Lanuvel looked at his back with anxiety on her face.

She seemed to be already thinking of tapping out of this world.

“Sir Hero! I think you should undergo medical treatment first.” Having caught up with him, Lanuvel nevertheless decided to watch the Hero a little longer.

“It’s okay. Kh-kh-kh.”

“Your condition might prove detrimental for your journey that will start in a year.”

“In a year…”

“You have the chance to learn from the Sword God Alex himself, at least!”

However, there wasn’t a shadow of joy on Richel’s expression. He knew that Alex was already on the Demon Lord’s side, after all.

After a moment, however, Hero Richel smiled, lifting the edges of his swollen lips.

“Miss Lanuvel is right.”

“Hehehe.”

“It didn’t work out well, but it was worth it as the Demon Lord’s incarnation has definitely died.”

His MAX-Class senior being unable to interfere with him anymore as I did in the 19th round seemed to satisfy my junior.

It was quite an optimistic way of thinking.

“What happened to you, my cowardly husband? I thought you were going to harass his journey again with clever tricks.”

“Why would I?”

“His Karma ranked up, but unless Riel is an idiot, he’s better prepared to invade the Demon Lord’s castle than he was before. Look! He’s already taking action.”

As Ssosia said, Hero Richel, leaving the throne room, didn’t go to the wretched bedroom of the royal palace.

Instead, he went out into the garden and shouted. “Flying Ship Orgat!”

Clap!

He summoned the vehicle that I had taken away from him earlier.

Its ownership was returned to him as soon as he regressed.

I didn’t resent him for it.

I also used the Black Box to invoke the Holy Sword and Divine from the very beginning of my journey.

However, I wouldn’t just sit idly by.

My father-in-law was lazy and didn’t progress over time. However, I, the MAX-Class impartial Demon Lord, was completely different from him!

The fight had to be fair.

“I will show you how broad-minded your husband truly is, Ssosia.”

“What? You’ve got tricks up your sleeves again?”

“Not tricks. Progress.”

Clap!

I took out Mollanphone A from the Demon Vault and pressed the button to send data out.

“Smartphones don’t exist here, cowardly husband. Who are you even planning on contacting?”

Ssosia had a really good question.

“I’m contacting the manufacturer of Mollanphone.”

It didn’t matter how many times Hero Richel regressed.

The world of Fantasy would continue to evolve further.

[Transferring data… Done]

[Unpacking… Done]

[Waiting for confirmation.]

[Recipient: Shakespeare]

“Ah! Reading a message from my past-yet-also-future self is a completely different experience. I’ve received a complete description of the situation, so I have no questions.”

Shakespeare, the Connoisseur and de facto ruler of the Western Continent, didn’t seem surprised or shocked when he contacted me for the first time.

It looked like the other Shakespeare got him up to speed quite well.

Thanks to him, I was able to eliminate a lot of otherwise needed explanations.

“Lord of Demons and Hope, this world will obey your truth.”

My truth?

I wasn’t interested in such murky philosophical reasoning.

The teachings of Grand Master Mollan were all I needed.

He was fair and just to all!

As his disciple and first apostle, I became the MAX-Class Impartial Demon Lord.

Therefore…

I wouldn’t allow the only Hero who could regress to become infinitely stronger.

Shouldn’t the fight be fair?

“Shakespeare, take control of the Flying Ship Orgat and turn over its ownership to me.”

“Give me five seconds.”

‘I’m confiscating the private jet your parents bought you to attend primary school, my sneaky junior!’