FFF-Class Trashero

[20th Round] Grandma?

“Grandma?”

Hero Richel was the director’s grandson.

Therefore, there was only one entity whom he would call that.

The First Angel, also known as the Fantasy system operator and the director, flunked the MAX-Class student due to her discriminative notions.

What about Saintess H?

▶ Correction: Her name is Hippolia.

She directed the Festival of Heroes and had been devoting herself to me for almost 90 years. I wouldn’t be able to find someone more loyal.

I might not trust my wife despite her beautiful pelvic bones, but I would always trust Saintess H.

The proof of her loyalty was the 8th round.

When I died and was reborn, she protected the nurse that conceived me.

“That’s just ridiculous.”

If she really were the First Angel, she would have gotten rid of me long ago.

There was other evidence as well.

“Hey, Ssosia, tell me what your aunt looks like.”

“She looks very different from her, if that’s what you mean.”

“I see.”

How exactly were they different?

“Well, for one thing, her waist is bigger than her breasts.”

“Aha!”

I felt like rejoicing. I already firmly believed in her from the very beginning, but now at least now, it has become undeniable that my first heating pad couldn’t be the evil director.

The First Spirit, lying on my head, voiced her own opinion as well.

“I’ve always wondered how she can fly since whenever she does, she looks like a huge peach with wings. Hehe!”

“An obese angel…”

I couldn’t even believe it.

Although the angels were stupid chickens, their beauty was flawless.

It was hard to believe their leader would have a body that made it difficult even to fly with.

“It’s true, Drug Demon Lord!”

“Hmmm.”

“Trust me! She’s as round as a ball and can do nothing on her own if no one takes care of her. She’s a spirit of light, but all she does is eat and sleep all day long. Her face has become so swollen that it’s become impossible to say with certainty whether her eyes are open or closed. He-he-he!

“Is that so…”

Unlike the director they described, my personal heating pad was beautiful both inside and out.

She was a real work of art!

Eyes, nose, mouth, arms, feet, chest, waist, cervical vertebrae, pelvis, skull, lumbar vertebrae…

Her beauty seemed to have been carefully created by respective masters at every single detail.

It was rude to compare the face of the Festival of Heroes with the director.

“Their personalities are also completely different,” added Ssosia.

The First Spirit agreed with her.

“As my niece said, whenever she speaks, she only complains about the world around her. And when she’s quiet, she only did what she could do while laying down, like giving orders to the angels with just hand gestures.”

“Addicted Spirit…”

“What?”

“You’re just like her.”

She didn’t complain about the world, but she lay on my head all day, sniffing at me and giving orders to the spirits.

I didn’t know how her limbs and wings hadn’t yet degraded, as in the case of her cloaca.

“That’s because I love my children! I laze around to ensure they’ll have jobs and responsibilities that allow them to realize the meaning of their existence! I don’t want to deprive them of their work and the meaning of life! I am definitely different from the First Angel!”

“You sound pathetic, auntie.”

“Torment my niece’s ass for not respecting her aunt, Drug Demon Lord!”

I understood what they were trying to say, though.

My hardworking Rice Cake and this institution’s lazy director couldn’t be the same person.

I looked back at the Festival of Heroes.

After graduating from elementary school with excellent grades and changing my specialization from Hero to a “Saint,” I entered the Great Temple to collect the treasures.

▶ Glittering eyes: I remember that too.

My secret friend’s help was invaluable!

As a Saint, I had to cleanse the followers of the demons locked up behind bars.

In the end, thanks to those prisoners’ support, I was able to corrupt Saintess H.

We spent a lot of time touching each other’s spines while the golems guarding the Great Temple watched us.

I still hadn’t forgotten how I felt back then.

If she really were the school director, she wouldn’t have let me grab her by her pelvis.

The system also said that she was assigned to her role at the Festival of Heroes.

“Grandma!”

However, Hero Richel didn’t give up.

“I’m not your grandmother…”

“Grandma!”

Saintess H always had a gentle smile on her face, but it seemed that even she found it difficult to ignore his rudeness.

Her smile faded.

“I must show kindness to heroes, no matter how rude they are. And I would like to keep true to that responsibility, but…”

“Grandma!”

“I cannot forgive you for trying to embroil my owner and me.”

“I’m sorry, grandma, but I can’t take it anymore! I can’t be in this stupid place anymore!”

“You…”

“I’m sorry for inadvertently revealing your identity, but this is becoming unbearable. I’m about to go crazy! These stupid study guides and incompetent teachers have worn me out. Let me out of here!”

Their conversation failed.

Regardless of what she answered him, Hero Richel continued to bend her identity.

Hmm…

It seemed I had no choice but to intervene.

I grabbed him by the neck as he kept shouting for her to let him leave this place.

“Hey, junior.”

“Khkhkh!”

“Stop it. Even if you’re right, she’s still my property. She even reincarnated into a spirit with a cloaca to become mine. The price she had to pay is so high that it still makes tears well up in our eyes. Do you understand what I’m trying to say here, chicken head?”

“Khh?!”

“Keep your answers short.”

“Kh!”

“Well done.”

The system (Goddess), who looked like Ssosia in her youth, said that Saintess H, appointed to run the Festival of Heroes, belonged to the system. Essentially, she was a puppet that could be taken control of at any time.

It bothered me, so I reincarnated her into a spirit to separate her from the system, thereby

That rendered what he thought of her obsolete.

FSHUH!

My daring D-rank junior soon unsheathed his Holy Sword C and attacked me, his MAX-Class senior.

How cute.

SWISH!

The wings of the righteous hero, sticking out of my back, parried the Hero’s weapon with so much power that it flew from his hands.

Clap!

However, from the gem imbued on its hilt, a woman in armor resembling a bikini emerged.

“Ha-ah!”

She grabbed Holy Sword C and swung it at me as she screamed.

▷ Race: Sword Soul

▷ Level: 7

▷ Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

▷ Skills: Interpretation A, Friendship A, Oblivion B, Travel B, Sword Mastery B…

▷ Status: Affiliation, Appeal

I immediately knew who she was the moment I checked her stats.

“Golem D.”

A foolish predecessor of mine who fought to the death alone for the sake of saving her useless companions.

She was such a stupid soul she even tried to mentor her MAX-Class junior based on her idiotic experiences.

Her existence aside, the Holy Sword C that I knew didn’t have such a convenient summoning function.

BOOM!

However, her swordsmanship left her with a lot to be desired.

“Huh?!”

It didn’t impress me since I had achieved MAX-rank many times.

Nevertheless, my curiosity grew.

“I want to see what happens when you return to the Holy Sword without bones.”

“What?! Please spare me, Demon Lord!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be careful…”

Snap!

My body, which was as impenetrable as a fortress, swayed like a leaf in the wind, and my sacred finger, which conquered even the First Spirit and the Second Demon, was broken. Holy Sword C wasn’t capable of such feats.

I quickly understood what happened.

▶ Race: United Spirit of Fantasy

▷ Level: 7

▷ Job: Demon Lord (Hero → Level ↓)

▷ Skills: Dark Energy Z, Sword Mastery SSS, Strength SSS, Resistance SSS, Evasion SSS…

▷ Condition: Demon Sword, Blessing, Empowerment, Amulet, Engraving, Ascension, Fortify, Inspire, Haste, Luck, Protection, Superiority, Charge, Back-up, Guardian, Synergy, Fracture, Restraint, Weakness, Paralysis, Confusion, Broken

My clone’s level had plummeted.

For me, trained by the great Master Mollan, skills were just a bonus, but everything was relative.

“Demon Lord Parmamon! There is nothing else you can do!” Shouted Hero Richel, escaping from my grasp.

Where was his confidence coming from?

▷ Race: Half-angel

▷ Level: 999+

▷ Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

▷ Skills: Divinity ZZ, Annihilation Z, Slaughter Z, Dexterity MAX, Combat SSS…

▷ Status: Holy Sword, Blessing, Enhancement, Engraving, Protection

His level.

As the Demon Lord, I suffered from a handicap that reduced my level to match the Hero’s.

If there were two heroes in front of me, my level would apparently follow the weakest one.

Brave fairly lowered everyone around the user to level 1.

But with two Heroes, one of which was weaker, fairness was out of the question.

Since I naturally adjusted my level to equal the lowest of the two, they probably thought they could make a punching bag out of me.

That was how I ended up in this position and why my sneaky junior was filled with so much confidence.

He weakened the Demon Lord while retaining his strength.

“Demon Lord! It’s time to end this!”

Hero Richel was confident of his victory.

His expression told me he was excited to defeat the weakened Demon Lord and return to his beautiful hometown.

I liked his determination.

However…

“You’re too arrogant.”

I worked nonstop with pitiful companions who prevented me from graduating from this school for an entire decade.

I had overcome far more difficult situations than this before.

This predicament wasn’t even worth being compared to what I had to go through in the past.

PIP!

It was time to show the greatness of the Mollanphone.

“Shakespeare.”

“Haha! Two seconds.”

Flash!

A ray of light from the sky over the Western Continent hit Hero Richel directly.

Levels did not matter against the G-Class Connoisseur.

In just 0.1 seconds, Richel turned into a fried chicken.

“Hey, junior, let’s have a chat.”

“Ugh…”

I had a lot of questions about the relationship between the director and the Lanuberk family.

I wouldn’t give up until her grandson had given me all the information he had.

Principle of fairness? Impartiality?

My actions wouldn’t violate them.

Fairness was broken the moment he got hold of the Holy Sword C at the Central Continent, which should’ve been stored on the Northern Continent.

He brought this upon himself.

It was simply time for him to pay the price.

“Can you let my grandson go, Demon Lord Parmamon… No, cadet Kang Han Soo.”

When I grabbed the chicken by his neck, I heard a familiar voice call out to me from behind.

Her tone was different, however.

This couldn’t be. Seriously?

I turned around slowly.

“…”

“It’s nice to meet you— No, we meet again.”

An angel with three pairs of snow-white wings looked at me from the heavens above.

I couldn’t believe it.

“How?”

“Aren’t you too arrogant to inherit Pedonar’s power? You’re still too inexperienced compared to me.”

“I have a question.”

“I’m listening.”

“Do you really enjoy showing off your uncovered crotch that much? You don’t have a cloaca anymore. You know that, right?”

“H-huh?!”

“Answer me.”

“Close your eyes, asshole!”

“…”

Despite her attempts to appear noble and elegant, the director ruined her chance to leave a good first impression.