Chapter 187 – The Hero (8)
Goddess.
What else could you call the woman surrounded and guarded by women with pure white wings on their backs?
‘Wow… Her legs are pretty.’
My impression upon meeting a god other than Senior was exactly that.
Rumble rumble—!
Right now, that god’s mood looked extremely foul.
“How dare you…!”
With a wave of her hand, lightning poured down relentlessly from the sky.
Flash! Boom! Crash crash—!
But the Sword Demons—separated into ‘my world’—were unaffected by artificial lightning that wasn’t real.
“Uwaaaah!”
“Save us~!”
“God save us…!”
Only the innocent citizens of the duke’s territory were taking the damage.
“W-what in the world is this…”
A cataclysm erupting the moment the new duke took office(?).
From their perspective, it must have been impossible to comprehend.
‘Difficult, huh.’
From the goddess’s viewpoint—who cares for the welfare of the hero she invited from Earth—it would be unbearable to see the guest she invited (the hero) suffering so greatly.
And the decisive cause…
Screech! Screech!
Was the Sword Demon advancing after inflicting near-total annihilation on the hero’s companions (lovers).
The target: the hero.
To turn the Ranuvel patient—who had been enjoying pleasant days in the dream—into a new companion, it cut through everything in its path.
“Let’s go stop it.”
“That thing…?”
The duke didn’t seem to believe this grotesque situation could be resolved. From his perspective, it probably sounded like nonsense about stopping a typhoon with human strength.
Let me give a simple explanation.
“That is a god. A twisted god who exists solely for the hero.”
A god who favors only one human? And that human is from another world. This is an utterly abnormal relationship possible only in novels and comics.
A single world (dream) exists solely for the hero.
“Solely for the hero?”
“In simple terms, she came to prevent you from touching the hero.”
“What the…”
“Such…?”
“Hah…”
Once you see who the goddess descending from the sky is concentrating her attacks on, you can’t help but believe it.
So she’s on humanity’s side?
No. Because the humans caught in the crossfire are dying. This cannot be interpreted as an act to save humans.
“How could…”
“Haa…”
For those who wanted revenge for their daughters but were about to suffer the opposite, it must have felt utterly unjust—but since this dream exists solely for the patient, it’s not surprising.
At that moment,
“Excuse me.”
While our attention was fixed on the disaster beyond the window, an angel approached silently from behind.
“An angel…?”
“Really…?”
Even in a fantasy world, humans with wings on their backs seemed rare.
“The goddess deeply regrets the tragedy that befell your daughters. Therefore, as compensation, she will bestow the Elixir of Eternal Youth and the Blessing of Oblivion. This is her way of telling you to forgive the hero and start anew.”
“Revive my daughter.”
“I want my daughter too.”
But the people cautiously rejected the angel’s proposal. Is this what it means to be a parent?
“Tsk tsk. You’ve misunderstood completely. This is not a suggestion—it is a notice. You have no choice.”
“Such…!”
“Absurd…!”
They wanted to choose their daughters, but it seemed their wishes would not be granted.
What should I do?
From the goddess’s perspective, this is the best option—but the explanation is far too lacking.
“Hey.”
“You’re an unrelated human.”
“You need to explain properly. Tell them even the goddess cannot revive those killed by the Blade Phantoms.”
“Blasphemous…!”
“The souls killed by Blade Phantoms cannot be revived even by gods—that’s why this second-best option was offered, right? But if you don’t explain that, of course they’ll resist.”
“……”
The angel didn’t affirm it. But evading the answer was answer enough.
“Such…”
“Even a god can’t revive them…”
“Ahh! How could this be…”
People who had already given up hope, only to regain it momentarily at the thought that a god might be able to save them, fell back into despair.
And they made their decision.
“I refuse. I have no need for eternal youth bought by selling my daughter.”
“Me too. The goddess’s offer is sweet, but I could never do something like forgetting my beloved daughter.”
“The hero must be judged.”
The conclusion was reached.
“How dare you…”
At their clear refusal, the smile vanished from the angel’s face.
“Then—”
A spear of light materialized in the angel’s hand.
“Eek!”
“Crazy…!”
The people who realized the intent recoiled in horror.
“You’ve lost your chance! The price for scorning the goddess’s mercy—huh?”
Thud!
A blade pierced cleanly into the stomach of the angel mid-grand speech.
“Too much talking.”
Blink~
One of Infinity Blade’s most basic attack methods.
Stab with blade tentacles!
To summon blades on a large scale equal to the number of enemies required Senior’s incantation, but this was the eye’s own will.
“H-how…?”
Thud!
The transparent protective barrier around its body was easily pierced, and unable to recover, the angel collapsed weakly in shock.
If it hadn’t shown clear hostile intent, I would have just let it go—but it casually crossed a line that should never be crossed.
“I’ve dealt with the angel, but this place is dangerous, so take care of your own safety.”
It was time to leave.
“Thank you. I will repay this kindness someday.”
“If only my daughter were still alive… sigh…”
“See you later.”
I gave a slight nod in acknowledgment of their thanks and stepped out through the broken window.
“Shall we go?”
Blink!
Let’s go see how a god who favors only the hero fights.
***
Realizing lightning didn’t work, the goddess chose another method.
Crack—!
An innovative attack: dropping Sword Demons into fissures in the ground to bury them alive. Crude, but since it was a physical means, it was highly effective against the Sword Demons.
“Get out of my world…!”
Though she was a god created by setting like Senior, she wasn’t stupid.
Of course,
“Kyaa?!”
“Aaah?!”
It was a decision reached only after the sacrifice of numerous angels she had brought.
Screech—?!
Screech!
Even Sword Demons that ignored all fantasy elements had no choice but to fall downward if there was no ground to stand on.
‘That would be dangerous for me too, huh?’
I wouldn’t die from that level, but being buried alive would leave no way out.
Blink!
“Ah! You can do the digging for me.”
Blink?!
Just kidding. Even if I lack talent, I’m still a proper swordsman. I won’t use the sword Senior gave me as a shovel.
‘Ah, there he is.’
The hero—fallen into despair like a shut-in—was being supported by beautiful angels as he moved toward the goddess.
This is troublesome. The goddess is about to put an oxygen mask on the dying man.
I planned to save him after wiping out the Sword Demons if possible, but giving him hope again like this is no good.
The problem?
“There’s no way to get over there.”
If I grew wings on my back like an angel, it would be possible—but I didn’t want to waste ‘my world’ on something so trivial.
Blink!
“…Ah! Right.”
A movement method often used in <I Became an SSS-Class Hunter>.
But because it came with conditions, I hadn’t considered it at all. That didn’t make it bad, though.
Thud!
I plunged Valentine’s tip into the ground and shouted.
“Blood God banzai~!”
Why did Senior add this restriction to the gift?
At first, I thought it was to mess with me, but thinking carefully, there was a deeper meaning.
‘Think once more before you act.’
A safety device to prevent impulsive decisions—to think once more before using this sword to massacre enemies.
For now, I’m satisfied. No—even if it was just a prank, I hold no ill will toward Senior who saved both me and my mother.
‘Perhaps?’
A god would know about gods, right? Even if the worldviews are completely different, the weight of the ‘god’ setting cannot be ignored.
Swoosh!
Blades summoned targeting the Sword Demons shot up from the ground like bamboo shoots.
Tap.
Stepping on those blades, straight up into the sky!
But angels who found my approach displeasing blocked my path.
“Stop right there!”
“Back off!”
Their intent to refuse uninvited guests was crystal clear.
“Just let me through!”
I knew I was an intruder too, so I didn’t really want to fight if I could avoid it.
Clang!
Clang clang!
Still, I had no intention of backing down in fear from opponents threatening me with weapons.
“Blood God banzai!”
Thud! Thud thud!
The additionally summoned blades sliced cleanly through the angels’ wings.
An inconvenient truth, but this method was far easier and stronger than me personally swinging a sword.
“Ah…?”
“Huh…?!”
The spears that tried to block the summoned blades were cut like straw, and the angels—now wingless—fell powerlessly.
Blink~
The eye in the center of the sword hilt spun its pupil in delight.
“Now then… huh!”
After casually dealing with the interfering angels with ‘Blood God banzai!’, I looked upward and let out a hollow laugh.
The goddess was gently stroking the head of the Ranuvel patient—who was still acting spoiled like a pampered child—indulging him with infinite affection.
‘That’s pretty intense, huh?’
I lacked confidence in persuading the patient to return to reality. There was no obsession or sense of duty that I absolutely had to succeed.
“Who are you?”
The goddess—who had been endlessly gentle with the hero—now glared at me coldly and asked.
“I am the descendant of a god.”
Since P’s blood flows through me, it wasn’t entirely a lie.
“Which god?”
“A god from Earth.”
Grab!
Unable to step on clouds like them, I clutched the ankle of a nearby angel and hung on.
“Kyaa~?!”
Your legs are really pretty.
“…You’re unaffected too. What exactly are you?”
“I just told you—I’m a descendant of a god…”
“So what?”
“Hm.”
This goddess didn’t seem to be an expert in this field like Senior.
“To put it simply, you and I live in different worlds.”
“Nonsense. I am a goddess. Nothing is impossible for me.”
“But here I am, right in front of you.”
“You’re the one who’s wrong. You’re an existence that shouldn’t be in this world.”
The goddess’s pupils—reflecting my image—flashed with intense killing intent.
“I’ll finish my business and leave. You can believe me.”
“You’ll return to your own world?”
“Yes.”
“……”
The goddess fell into thought while stroking the head of the hero—who was still burying his face in the deep valley of her chest like a spoiled child.
‘Wow! The hero welfare is insane!’
In a worldview that exploits spirit labor for free, the hero was being pampered no matter what nonsense he pulled.
A truly perfect hero story!
Utterly absurd, but I set aside that feeling for a moment and got back to business.
“My purpose is the monsters down there targeting the hero. They came from the same world as me.”
“Earth?”
“Yes.”
A different Earth, but explaining that would complicate things, so I omitted it.
“…I’ll be watching.”
“Thank you.”
It was the moment we formed a clumsy alliance to face our common enemy.
“Guh?!”
“Aaah~?!”
Screams of angels rang out from the sky—far beyond the reach of Sword Demon hands.
“What the…?”
It was a new form of Sword Demon.
“……”
“……”
Rubbing its arms without making that chilling scraping sound, calm eyes and expression.
A clear will shone from its firmly closed mouth.
Moreover,
“Wings?!”
Like the pterosaurs of the distant dinosaur era, whose wings were elongated pinky fingers.
The Sword Demon was similar…
Among its four arms, the upper pair had transformed into extremely wide blade-wings.
“What is that?”
“I don’t know either!”
For now, I decided to deal with those first before thinking further.
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