Overpowered in the Wrong Genre - Chapter 25 – Receive This Power (2)

Chapter 25 – Receive This Power (2)

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Chapter 25 – Receive This Power (2)

One. Is there a weapon in my hand now?

The answer is no. There is only a body trained to the very limit.

[Because I am fulfilling that oath, no weapon can harm my body.]

One. Am I receiving help from anyone in the fight I face now?

The answer is, no. Only Deus is alone on this battlefield.

[Because I am keeping that oath, I will reach victory without any help.]

Lastly, one. Am I fighting for the good now?

The answer is, yes. Everyone is doing their best for their duty.

They are heroes who faced evil with good hearts before the existence that would taint their world with evil.

[Because I am following that oath, I can defeat the evil standing in front of me.]

***

“…But the clothes weren’t.”

If he had made a mistake, his bottoms would have flown away with his top.

He almost showed the sight of a naked barbarian warrior running around!

“The photosynthetic monster’s body grew rapidly, but the pants remained the same.”

Strangely, the bottoms were more expensive than the tops when he got his school uniform.

Come to think of it, why on earth do they charge for school uniform tops and bottoms separately?

Deus grumbled that it was absurd commercialism.

“Inferior creature.”

Deus lifted his head slightly. …he can’t see well.

Raised it a little more.

He heard that he was the tallest student in the cradle.

As proof, all the students and teachers looked up at him.

But what a being he had to raise his head quite high.

“Quite interesting.”

The first thing he saw was, of course, the horn sticking out of his head.

It was completely different from the ones he saw on demon-type heroines in cartoons.

It looked like it was shouting, ‘This is the real horn!’ It was a very irritating sight.

To be more precise, yes. You could see it as sinister.

“Frankly, I was surprised. I thought it would be full of mobs.”

Next, skin color. Wow. That was the real Hongik Ingan.

Yeah. Deus pondered if the face and body could be that red.

If it was that red, he might not have noticed even if the body bled because of the protective color.

“But now that the vanguard has arrived, the gatekeeper of the lowly ones has come out to greet him.”

If they were searching for a gatekeeper, they could have been told about a novel. It was called Academy Silver Gatekeeper. Deus advised them to go and see it, as it appeared to suit their taste.

-Blabber

His face was so harsh. How should I put it? Yes. His facial features were a mess. His face was on its last legs.

“…”

Then, at some point, Deus realized that the devil’s words had stopped and let out a gasp.

“Are you done talking?”

“Didn’t you… hear a word I said?”

“I heard it. Your face is rotten, nah. This is not it.”

“Insolent thing! Dig your ears and listen carefully for the last time! My name is Zagan! One of the vanguards of the glorious Legion of Hell. The flame that bloomed from the darkness! Also-”

“Oh. Wait a minute. I have one question.”

For a moment, the devil Zagan’s face is filled with absurdity. He has an expression like, what kind of guy is this?

How can he be so fine after seeing my majesty right in front of him?

“You bloomed from the darkness.”

“That’s right. Inferior creature.”

“Mother’s side? Or father’s side?”

“…?”

“Oh. Are your parents hermaphrodites by any chance?”

“…”

“No? Never mind. I was just wondering.”

Zagan doubted his ears for a moment at Deus’ question.

But soon an unconcealable anger came over his face.

“This damn inferior creature…! I did my best to be polite!”

-Whooong!

The guy’s giant spear was pulled back with all his might and then thrust forward.

A speed that even skilled ability users couldn’t even grasp, let alone respond to.

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Watching the scene, Deus smiled contentedly.

‘As expected, there’s nothing like a family insult for provocation.’

They say that slaps are useless for angels, demons, Buddha, and Jesus.

Thanks to this, he was able to make the demon guy who was announcing himself as a pushover do his best.

Look at that. He clenched his teeth. Murderous intent gleams beyond his eyeballs.

-Thud

Deus roughly took off his top and threw it to the side.

It was okay to give up since it was all torn anyway. This one had already passed away.

But he saved his pants. It must be sturdy for a reason, even if it was expensive.

He heard it was made from monster byproducts, and it certainly doesn’t seem like a rumor.

He reached out. He stared at the tip of that giant spear that had flown right up to me.

Gently. Like brushing a curtain blowing in the wind. He pushed it aside.

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A burning pain had spread through his hand. But that was it. That was all.

The oath shone on his right wrist. As long as he kept it, he received protection.

Not a single wound, not a drop of blood had flowed from his hand that did not hold a weapon.

“What the—”

The spear flew in the wrong direction and of course, the devil came along with it.

‘Damn. His facial features are really free-spirited.’

-Crack!!

An uppercut hits the demon, Zagan’s chin.

With a terrifying roar, the demon falls backward.

Almost simultaneously Deus’ figure disappeared and then.

“Ugh!!”

A merciless downward strike lands in the middle of the abdomen.

There was nothing unnecessary, only a move for a fatal blow.

It started as a sport, but after a time of delusion, it was improved for the sole purpose of killing.

The ultimate power, honed and honed again under the sole belief of survival.

-Thud!!

With just two blows, the devil’s body had bounced around.

It then finally stopped, turned over, and spat out dark red blood.

“Cough!”

Vanguard. A different emotion had finally dwelt in Zagan’s eyes.

Something, something was wrong. It was so different from the information he had gathered so far. This couldn’t be. It really wasn’t!

‘These inferior creatures, they said that they were struggling with just the beasts we used! We gathered all the information and came here fully prepared…!’

Even so, he wondered what that monster was.

His jaw felt like it was going to be ripped off. His insides felt like they were splitting and spilling out.

He fumbles around for his weapon. But there was nothing to be caught.

“Hey. Mr. Vanguard?”

The spear was at Deus’ feet.

“Surely this isn’t the end, is it? Is it?”

As soon as Deus had put his strength into his legs, the spear had split in two with a crack.

The king’s treasure had been given to the vanguard, could it be broken so absurdly?

Hahaha. Zagan was now beyond embarrassment and just out of his mind.

“Oh. Please. Even if it’s the first boss of Chapter 1, this is a bit much. I thought I was finally getting over the frustration of being wronged by the genre confusion but damn it. This makes me even more frustrated!”

Zagan couldn’t understand a word of what the crazy bastard was saying.

Genre? Confusion? What the hell was he talking about?

-Bang! Kaboom!

Every time the human stomps his feet in anger, the area shakes as if there was an earthquake.

For a moment, he wondered if that guy, instead of being a lowly creature, was a mole planted by a competitor.

There were plenty of guys who were grumpy about the fact that he was the first to attack.

‘…No. No. Some guys do that kind of thing but I’m sure they won’t do that. If they did that from the first attack and got caught, they wouldn’t even be able to find their bones.’

Then there was only one conclusion left. It was just that the lowly creature was out of standard.

He was strong. Just too strong. Because he was stronger than him. He couldn’t even use his hands.

“Ke-kekeke! Khahahaha!!”

Uncontrollable laughter bursts out. Soon, a loud roar resounds.

“Inferior creatures. Not bad. You’ve managed to find out about our invasion!”

“…?”

“Yes. I admit it. You got me good. I thought I was the one who set the trap. But it turns out I was the one caught in the trap! Khahahaha! I admit it. This is my complete defeat!”

This was unexpected. Was he the first boss to admit it so coolly?

That was ridiculous. How could a lowly creature do such a thing? Deus knew he’d say such things.

“But! Know this. Inferior creature! I am but a vanguard! As time passes, more will come! Stronger ones will come! And in the end, my king will arrive!”

Stronger ones had become the next bosses.

The individual referred to as the king had likely been alluding to the final chapter.

He had made it easy to understand, which was anticipated of a Chapter 1 boss. Deus nodded in agreement.

“So pave the way, wipe your throat, and wait! Khahahaha!!”

Zagan struggled to stand, blood dripping from his mouth.

There was no chance of winning. Having fallen into the trap so beautifully, he deemed it right to fight and die.

That was an act worthy of the title of vanguard.

“Again! Cough, I introduce myself! My name is Zagan! One of the vanguards of the glorious Legion of Hell. The flame that bloomed from the darkness! Also one of those who have been granted the king’s treasure! The inferior creature who will take my life, no. Who are you!”

Deus, who had been watching the scene for a while, sighed.

Oh, this was not good. If he showed him that kind of look, Deus wanted to play along even if he was a boss.

Deus pondered what to say, what could be said to protect the loser’s honor, even if just slightly.

“…”

Suddenly, Deus realized that the dark world was gradually getting brighter.

In the meantime, dawn was over and the morning was getting brighter.

There, Deus was able to think of the most appropriate thing.

The novel that made him misunderstand himself, 〈The Gate Opened on the First Day of the Mercenary Group.〉

The self-introduction that the main character of the novel spat out. A very embarrassing self-introduction.

“The sound of a trumpet echoing in the dawn sky.”

“…”

“That’s me.”

Wow. Fuck. How did he say such a ridiculous line?

As expected, not just anyone can be the main character.

He was respected, he was admirable. Deus had nervously scratched his head frantically.

“…Cool.”

But Zagan seemed to like it quite a bit.

***

The morning was dawning. Dawn. Yes, dawn was coming.

Luciel stared blankly, raising her head to look beyond.

The monster no longer moved. Deus sat upon its head.

From the bare back where the shirt was cast aside, a power that could not be defied was felt.

-Swoosh

The gate that the fallen monster rode on disappears.

Following that, other gates open their mouths wide.

“Whoa!”

“Well, finally Cradle! I’m back!”

As the monster wanted, the teachers were completely separated from the battle.

They all felt relieved as they finally returned to where they should have been.

“Wh, what! What is this!”

“What the hell is this?!”

That was the part that teachers had to find out from now on.

Deus smiled and slowly got up.

Morning jog time. Next, it was time to feed Jojo.

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