FFF-Class Trashero Chapter 411

[31st Round] Advent

“A fair judgment.”

With my Providence now activated, the battle leaned more toward my favor.

First and foremost, I took control over this planet as I did with Fantasy.

Since it served more like a forward base or a temporary shelter, I couldn't exercise absolute influence over it, but I could at least block external interference.

Now, no gods could—

『A certain innocent goddess takes a peek.』

『A certain restless demonic god hastily crouches out of sight.』

They were really too much…

I even put up a partition since I had personal business to attend to, but I didn't expect they'd push through it without much difficulty.

I didn't mind, though.

For as long as the god who provided Fugitive Senior his divine power couldn't enter, the situation wouldn't change.

With this, the Righteous Hero's justice was completed.

“Noebius.”

Pop.

I summoned my dear comrade, who had been lying in wait while suppressing his nearly uncontrollable rage.

I knew this battle might've been easier for me if I had summoned the Noebius Legion instead of Mollanstar.

But I didn't.

I had to fulfill the promise I made myself, and there was a possibility they would all go crazy.

Hence, I decided to summon one, not a legion.

“I know what to do.”

Commander-in-chief Neobius spoke in a low tone, his eyes staring at the original version of his wife.

“Okay. I need you to…”

“Protect Erdanti from the slaughter, my friend.”

“Uh… That's right.”

I wanted to elaborate that this was righteous retribution, not a massacre, but I had no time to do so.

My senior's bodyguards were already charging towards me.

[Hero]

I flew forward.

Under the influence of [Undefeated] and [Luck], Fugitive Senior's life had to have been no different from that of the main characters in novels.

But at this moment, I was the protagonist.

I was a Hero, after all.

If the Fugitive Senior were undefeated, then I, who punished absolute evil, was victory.

There was not even a doubt in my mind.

Was this part of my Providence?

“It's not even funny.”

“Agh?!”

I grabbed Bodyguard A between her 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae as she charged at me with a trident.

Defense? Evasion?

Such countermeasures had been rendered unnecessary since now that my Providence was in play, this was no longer a battle.

Judgment.

The time had come to punish the criminals.

However, there was one way to resist my dogmatic righteousness.

“You have the right to remain silent(suicide), and you have the right to an attorney (accomplice).”

The criminal, whose neck had been beautifully broken, exercised the right to remain silent.

That was a good answer.

Crack.

Grabbing Bodyguard A's slender neck, I decapitated her head off her body.

“Goodbye, my sister…!”

“Take it.”

“What?!”

I then gathered a fistful of Bodyguard A's long hair, allowing me to wield her head like a mace against Bodyguard B, who had almost reached me.

Crack.

But it didn't proceed as smoothly as I thought it would.

Unfazed and undaunted, Bodyguard B continued to approach me, crushing the head of the woman, whom she just called 'sister,' in the process.

This outcome was still beneficial for me, though.

Rather than living as part of Fugitive Senior's collection, which was her current reality, she chose eternal rest.

But that was a mistake.

“Who do you think I am?”

“A god… kh—?!”

“Wrong. I am a Hero.”

She was not allowed to die unless I, the judge, allowed it.

Bodyguard A's death simply suspended her physical activity. However, her soul was actually intact and merely waiting for my verdict.

pooh—

My Righteous Hero's Wings pierced through Bodyguard B's chest.

“Wow!”

Clang!

Vomiting blood, her sword fell from her hand, which I then grabbed as soon as it was free.

She tried to pull away, but I didn't allow her.

“You wanted to approach me, so come.”

“Argh!”

Drrrrr…

The vibration of her vertebrae and ribs being crushed was transmitted to me through my wings.

“How frail.”

Bodyguard B wanted to be embraced in the Righteous Hero's broad chest, but all of her physical activities had been banned before she could fulfill that wish.

Whoop! Whoop!

Tang Tang!

Bodyguard C diligently pulled her bowstring from a distance as Bodyguard D pulled the trigger of her modern rifle right beside her, both of them aiming for my head.

I hated ranged combatants as much as anyone who had often fought against large numbers of opponents would.

Fortunately for me, this was never a fight in the first place.

Pong, puduk, tuk…

Bodyguards C and D's arrows and bullets rapidly lost momentum and fell sharply to the ground, unable to even touch my physique.

“What's going on?”

“Did he cast a barrier?”

“What you witnessed is pure justice, ignorant fools.”

Uncivilized projectiles could never reach the spire of justice that reached heights beyond the heavens.

Compressing space to narrow the distance between us, I delivered a powerful kick to their tailbones.

“Hey~?!”

“Ahh~?!”

With their pelvis irreparably ripped apart, they were forced to drop their weapons to tend to their sore asses.

“You were far too complacent.”

True Heroes were supposed to be capable of reaching any distance.

Self-satisfied hypocrites who had to pick which ones to save because they only had one body couldn't be called a Hero.

Whirick~

“This is the end for you— Aaaghhh!!”

“Arrogant.”

Bodyguard E tried to coil a transparent wire around my neck while her colleagues were being hurt.

She was far too arrogant.

There was no such thing as a blind spot for the True GGG-class Hero.

It would be absurd to expect victory despite having only one weapon.

Slip!

My Righteous Hero's Wings pierced through her belly, preventing her from escaping no matter how hard she struggled.

I decided to help her!

Of course, this was a paid service.

Slip!

After taking out her small intestines, I returned them to her as a gift.

“It's an eco-friendly scarf!”

“Ahhh…!”

She was so moved and touched that she grew speechless and even blacked out.

Was it because I tried to personally wrap her new scarf around her?

Unfortunately, it seemed I'd just have to do it on my next opponent instead.

“There doesn't seem to be any left, though.”

The rest of them were still bustling, but no one dared resist justice.

“Ugh…”

“Blargh!”

“This is…”

Frightened, they stepped away like idiots.

Usually, their master would be igniting their courage and pushing them forward at this point, but Fugitive Senior had already lost his mind halfway through his harem's punishment.

“When I heard how badly Boris was beaten, I began to wonder if the culprit was… you. How can you stomach massacring beauties like beasts in need of being hunted? Wouldn't it be better for you to subdue them and turn them into your property? Do you already have so many women serving you that you no longer need more?”

What was this senior saying now?

“I punish my enemies. It's really not that hard to understand my clear and simple reasoning.”

“Stop acting like an idiot! Logic is just logic. I am talking about reality!”

“You say such strange things, senior. I already am talking about reality. Beauty? Haha! Is it because you've lived your whole life as if it was a movie? In the middle of a war, there is no need to distinguish between males and females. All that matters is identifying enemies from allies, which can often be done by looking at their uniforms.”

“What—”

“From my perspective, you seem to be ignorant of the very reality you speak of since you've only ever walked on paths made out of flowers, never thorns. Such a waste of life.”

My first round was a mess.

Strictly speaking, the reality of my past was devoid of hopes and dreams.

I didn't want to lose to men who were physically superior, so I had to invest my youth in swordsmanship.

My conditions then were almost the same as the Sword Princess'.

What was the difference between the two?

The difference between us was that she was strong enough to cover for herself if she made a mistake, but her honor wasn't as pure as mine.

“I advised her to go back home and get married, but her colleagues tried to convince her not to give herself up to men. She chose the latter.”

They happily went on with their adventures without me.

“Hey. What are you trying to say, junior?”

“Two years later, I commissioned an information broker to investigate news about the young woman. What do you think happened to her?”

“She must have become a great swordsman who did not fall behind to men.”

“She became a mess.”

Praised by her warriors, she became arrogant and lost her precious right arm, which was as precious as her life, in a quarrel against savage mercenaries.

She fought 100 times and won 99 times, but she lost everything in her one defeat.

Her arrogant pride fell to the ground, and the men who praised her appearance turned their backs against her one by one…

Such were the aches of life.

“Five years later, she returned to her mother with a sickness and a missing arm. At that moment, her desire to commit suicide became a tremendous predicament for her father, who could not even speak to her”

“Let me tell you again. The battlefield does not discriminate, rendering gender and appearance worthless. It's strange that you even argue against it, senior.”

“That's hilarious. Isn't that your fault?”

“Well… My colleagues did obstruct me multiple times, but that was just an excuse. It's my fault for failing to convince her.”

“No. You're misunderstanding.”

After being called out by Fugitive Senior, I kept my lips shut.

I didn't think our conversation was pointless, at least.

My best friend Noebius was trying hard to persuade Erdanti.

I thought it would be easy to bring her to our side, but she seemed to be in a very bad condition after being held captive by Fugitive Senior for a long time.

Anyway…

“You caused the tragedy of that young girl, junior, so you better listen.”

“Why should I?”

My blood pressure seriously went up.

“If we end it like this, you will never understand. I will teach you the common sense that you lack.”

“I'll listen.”

I responded lightly, but deep down, I was a little nervous.

Providence.

It was no exaggeration to say that it came from a firm belief.

If Fugitive Senior's perspective shook my 'justice', my Providence would be broken.

However, I couldn't ignore all of his words.

After all, that would be no different from admitting defeat.

An unavoidable challenge.

Since that was the case, then I should just face it head-on!

“Listen well.”

“Sure.”

“She wouldn't have been frustrated for losing her arm if you had made her your woman in the first place.”

“… Ha?”

Did I hear him correctly?

“Do you understand your fault now, my pathetic— Kuek?!”

“I've had enough.”

My Providence had grown to such heights that it had gone beyond MAX rank and could even penetrate the universe itself.

[Undefeated]? [Luck]?

I exuded so much 'justice' I offset even his divine powers.

I decided to end everything here.

“To be honest, this question has always been a trap.”

“Khghrgh!”

After blowing off his jaw, which he didn't like the most, I punched a hole in his abdomen with my Righteous Hero's Wings.

Then I continued the conversation.

“The young girl in this story is real, not a fictional character I made on the fly. It is also true that her arm was severed. I didn't think I needed to tell you. After all, gender and appearance are meaningless.”

“Ahhh…!”

I targetted his spine next.

“We both could've had a happy and fulfilling life, but she decided to run away instead of listening to me. In other words, everything is a result of one's own choices. I dared use a beautiful woman as an example since it would be the best way to get an honest response from you.”

However, after hearing more sophistry than expected, my Providence broke through even MAX rank.

I could no longer be stopped.

What was the difference between Providence and divine power?

They seemed the same at first glance, but Providence dealt fixed damage that ignored defense.

If one's opponent had virtually no defense and resistance in the first place, then there was no difference between the two.

Fugitive Senior used to be protected by a fraudulent divine power comparable to Providence, but now, my Providence had completely surpassed it… far more than intended.

“Stop being rude and just look around, Fugitive Senior.”

“Aww…”

Erdanti, who was playing hard to get, was easily subdued by Noebius by covering her lips with his, which was what he should've done in the first place!

And Fugitive Senior was torn to pieces by my Righteous Hero's Wings until he was on the verge of death.

How was he still holding on?

[Luck]

[Undefeated]

His two divine powers were keeping him from succumbing to his miserable end.

But even those were limited.

“Farewell.”

“Wait a minute.”

I heard a man's voice behind my back.

“Who? Ah…”

I realized the answer to my question nearly as soon as I asked it.

There was no way I wouldn't know who owned that voice.

[Luck]

[Undefeated]

The true being that bestowed divine powers upon Fugitive Senior had descended.

“Mollan~ Mollan~”

… Master Mollan was also present.

Chapter end