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Chapter 59: Who are you?

The strongest Archmage in Fantasia, the Sage, was a virgin because of his unfortunate, peculiar constitution of breaking out into nosebleeds at the slightest stimulation. Yet the engineer muppet had also had zero opportunities to meet women, as he had done nothing but research golems cooped up in a small room. So he was also a virgin.

It was because two genius virgins met that this sort of atrocious golem came to be born.

The teamwork of the dog and tiger was extraordinary.

“The most important part, artificial intelligence is missing.”

“We can’t insert something like the emotions of a man, can we now?”

There was something that didn’t exist even in the Sage’s Tower where all kinds of materials were hoarded: the heart of a woman. If such a thing had existed there, then the Sage wouldn’t have remained a virgin. This was why there was the so-called ‘Socket’ in this weak-looking golem’s Condition. Space had been left for new software to be loaded.

“It’s a prototype, after all… Bear with it, just bear with it.”

I decided to let the two virgin’s off on account of their passion, and I gave that thing they made the name Golem D.

But the mass-production type blue golem that would later be created would be a 7m tall super robot equipped with a drill and the ability to transform—there was no doubt on this, as I had meticulously confirmed the blueprint.

After leaving the development of the blue golem, which would become the cornerstone of a super robot army, to the two virgins, I left the Sage’s Tower.

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I, too, had a dream like other people.

Transformation, combination, drill, rockets, funnels, overdrive…!

(Note : Gundam references)

A super robot that inspired sweat-inducing over the top excitement. The day I had unsparingly invested for that dream of mine was wasted in vain due to the two virgins’ act of atrocity. And what remained for me was…

“Brother! Why are you so late?!”

A shabby little sister.

Furthermore, the competition results, which I had confirmed after arriving late at the magic arena, wasn’t all good.

[Kang Han Soo: Number 5, 9, 11, 16, 23]

[Lanuvel: Number 5, 8, 11, 22]

Number 5 and Number 11, who I had bet on together with Lanuvel, had succeeded in winning two times in a row, but Number 9 and Number 23, who fought close matches, ended up losing to Number 8 and Number 22. And Number 16 had dropped out on the first day.

“I completely lost to Lanuvel…?”

The energy of the universe had run dry, apparently.

“Ahem! We’re don’t resemble each other in the slightest, but Lanuvel is an extremely capable little sister. I have confidence in things like drawing lots such as this.”

“Kugh.”

To think she would humiliate me!

It was a moment where I missed the Job ‘Thief’.

After all the golem matches came to an end, Lanuvel and I went outside the city. Regardless of the magic competition’s final outcome, winning twice in a row meant I had already passed the point of breaking even. The key question was how many fold of profit there would be if, like Lanuvel, all the competitors you chose won twice in a row. But whatever the case, we had to wait until the final match ended in order to receive the betting dividend.

“Toss it, that sort of chicken feed.”

That final match would take place 6 days later. Even if they wanted to quickly go ahead with the competition, it couldn’t be helped as golems constantly required repairs and maintenance. This maintenance cost was why golems weren’t used in wars, but in later days the Dark Commerce and War God would shatter that common belief and preconception.

Money?

The Sage had already become my ardent follower. It was the same thing as one of the ten wealthiest individuals in the northern continent having become my sponsor. Just the material costs that had gone into Golem D overnight would amount to a frightful sum enough to buy a small city. There was no reason to go back to the city for some puny magic arena winnings.

… This wasn’t because I couldn’t get my hands on a super robot.

“Even if it’s chicken feed, it’s money Lanuvel earned with effort!”

“But anyone would see it as unearned income…?”

“You can’t ignore mental work!”

All the mental work done by the people of the world could be considered meaningless, apparently. She sure could brazenly claim that it was work, when she had randomly guessed without even knowing the arena competitors’ names and faces, let alone their personal histories.

In any case…

“Ow Ooow~!”

“Trooog~!”

I brought along my shabby little sister and set off on an adventure towards my original goal, the hidden ruins. The monsters we encountered along the way were busy running away, frightened by my holiness. It wasn’t like I couldn’t chase down and kill them, but since I would be at a greater advantage in the battle against the Demon King the lower my Level was, I didn’t take the trouble of doing so.

‘The Hero becoming more at a disadvantage the stronger he grows?’

What sort of crummy story setting was this?

[?]Shrug: It was planned so that the Hero would cooperate with his companions to defeat the Demon King at an adequate level of difficulty, after all. If the Demon King were strong enough to crush the power of love and friendship, or on the contrary too weak, it would be a problem as that wouldn’t arouse any strong feelings upon victory.

‘Miss Trainee Teacher. Back in our neighborhood, we call that manipulation.’

A sham that presented love and friendship as superior! The number of morons fooled by this, who would spout nonsense such as “Let’s fight on together!” to their pathetic companions, had tremendously increased on Earth.

I wished that a good-natured, ordinary person like me, who was suffering from this moron fostering plan, would be quickly sent back to Earth.

[?]Troubled: Love and friendship are greatly important. You’ll be able to understand if you complete the higher education curriculum.

Miss Trainee Teacher spoke little afterwards.

She was being too much to her secret friend!

“Brother, it lies beyond here.”

In possession of Holy Sword 3, Lanuvel led the way. Although we did come across several sentries by the guard posts built at every turn of the path, we were able to make brisk passage as my holiness was a far better guarantee of identity than any pass card.

We thus arrived at the king of the Magic Kingdom’s personal territory. Although there were royalty who would forbid entry into their personal territory for the sake of secretive outdoor plays, like the Dumpling King, the majority would use such lands as their exclusive hunting ground.

This monopoly of a hunting ground held a greatly important meaning. From the perspective of an Earthling, perhaps it could be described as an animal farm, or breeding ground.

You would gain EXP by hunting monsters, but it was possible for you to be hunted instead if you came across prey that was much too strong. The hunting grounds of royalty and nobles controlled this factor. For instance…

Race: Orc

Level: 31

Job: Mercenary(Wealth→Survivability↑)

Skills: Patrol(E) Survivability(F) Stamina(F)

Condition: Peaceful

By monopolizing a region where only weak Orcs like these were endlessly born, you would be able to raise your Level quickly and safely. While it would be good to share such a good hunting ground to everyone, the ecosystem would change if the Orcs were killed to the point of extinction and the type of monster would change. This was why it was necessary to restrict the hunting ground. Even monopolizing involved difficulties of its own.

Of course, there was no reason for me to consider that much.

“KuKu~!?”

“BuBu…!”

The Level 31 Orc turned around without hesitation, surprised at my holiness, and began to pitifully run away along with its similar-looking friends.

These guys sure knew how to run.

“Eyah!”

Lanuvel, who was beside me, took action with glittering eyes at that moment. Holding onto the ‘Sage’s Staff’, which I had lent to her as I thought it too wasteful to simply gather dust in my Storage, she didn’t let go of this opportunity. I had predicted this from the moment I saw the restless movements of Lanuvel’s rear end, showing her desire to quickly try out the staff.

Pzzzt-!

Lightning shot out from the golden orb at the staff’s end.

“VuVuuu~?!”

“NuNuu…?!”

The Orcs let out screams that sounded like pigs being butchered and fell flat on their faces.

Tsss…

The smell of grilled bacon wafted from their charred bodies. These Orcs who had harbored no intent to injure, let alone lust, were all murdered by my vicious little Magician sister who had neither blood nor tears to shed.

[?]Perplexed: You’re not wrong on that, but it’s a bit…

The screams of the Orcs were quite loud, but the death throes of a monster in a densely wooded hunting ground were more common than the cries of an ordinary animal. This was why the Magic Kingdom’s soldiers who were guarding the surroundings of the prohibited hunting ground took no regard of the screams and passed over it.

I entered deep into the hunting ground under Lanuvel’s lead. There seemed to be some sort of special barrier hindering our way in the middle, but Lanuvel, who possessed Holy Sword 3, and I, the Hero, broke through it without a problem.

And then we discovered a certain cave.

“The Holy Sword auntie says it’s here.”

“I can tell by just looking.”

A scene of the Hero and Demon King was carved in an archaic fashion on the stone wall nearby the cave; however, I couldn’t agree with that mural—Demon King Pedonar was depicted as a hideous-looking monster, but the actual individual I had met in person was a gentleman with horns protruding from either side of his head. On the contrary, the Elf King’s wife, who was kidnapped by the Demon King, had seemed far more like a demon to me.

I looked above the cave.

[Cave of Training]

The purpose of the cave was clearly written on a golden board. According to Holy Sword 3’s experience, I would be able to attain true strength as a Hero in this place.

“Brother, she says only the Hero can enter this cave.”

Lanuvel thus spoke with a face deeply regretful at not being able to follow.

As for me, this news was like welcome rain.

“Alright. Holy Sword 3. If that true strength turns out to be training that advertises the power of friendship or love, you better be prepared to be used as kindling.”

After bullying Holy Sword 3, I slowly made my way into the cave. The inside wasn’t humid but dry, and it was also well ventilated against my expectations of it being stifling.

Woong-

Luminous orange rocks that naturally emitted a dim light even without fuel illuminated the darkness from everywhere.

All the walls within the cave were carved rather straight, and all sorts of things were drawn on them.

“Demon C, Demon K, Demon M… Hm, is that Demon D? The one with the crooked horn looks like Prince 1?”

The murals on the walls were of various demons. They were depicted in an extremely sinister fashion like Demon King Pedonar was, but I merely felt surprise at the skills of the artist who made drawn them well in a way that the original could be recognized.

The demons all similarly suffered defeat at the hands of a Hero. A boy Hero, youth Hero, girl Heroine, harem Hero… I could only feel deeply bewildered at just how many Heroes were mobilized to deal with these demons, who I had slain all by myself.

I continued further inside the cave while looking at the murals, until finally I arrived at the training ground.

[Beginner’s Room]

The place was completely treating me like a child, starting from the room’s name. What stood before me was a wooden doll the size of an adult female, and held in its hand was a wooden club.

It moved like a living person.

“Hah! Is this fun and games for kids or what… Mm?”

I was about to easily smash the wooden doll, when I paused in my footsteps and recoiled—my body had suddenly grown heavy.

Upon examining my Status…

Race: human

Level: 1

Job: Jobless(EXP 110%)

Skills: Divinity(Z) [?][?](D)

Condition: Training

Race, Level, Job, Skills, Condition. Everything had disappeared leaving me with a bare body. Although Divinity(Z), which had stepped into the entry of the transcendental domain, was unaffected, the rest was more worse than right after a regression. Even my race and Job had been reduced to the level of a native. As for Black-Box…

Type: Skill

Name: [?][?]

Rank: D

C: Induce oblivion in target.

D: Will not be muddled.

E: Cannot be destroyed.

F: Will not forget.

While I couldn’t see its name as usual, it had changed to show the next rank effect which had been covered by a mosaic. Perhaps it was related in some way to this training ground?

But for now, I decided to deal with the wooden doll before me.

Smack-

Even if I had become Level 1, my body was peerless as ever. This physique of mine which was born under the combination of Master Mollang’s teachings and biology was a separate product from the fantasy world abilities—even if a golem made of rock and not wood were to pop out, I would remain unshaken.

Crash-!

I punched the wooden doll into smithereens without leaving a trace.

Immediately afterwards…

Clod, Clack-Clack.

Clod, Clack-Clack.

Two wooden dolls dropped from the pitch-dark ceiling of the room. These dolls also held wooden clubs as they came attacking me.

Smack, Smack-

But the outcome didn’t change just because there were more dust to pat away. However, the number of wooden dolls continued to gradually increase; destroying the two dolls led to three more appearing, and again destroying three led to another four.

“Really now…”

Although I felt inclined to destroy the cave in its entirety using Divinity(Z), I smashed apart the wooden dolls one by one since I couldn’t ruin the main storyline I was taking pains to follow.

[?]Uncertain: Student Kang Han Soo, do you feel like you’re being trained a bit…?

‘Not in the least. I wonder what in the world I’m doing.’

[?]Ashamed: From what I see, I think so too.

It took more time waiting for the wooden dolls to drop down from the ceiling. Perhaps it would be better to destroy those things dangling up there waiting for their turn in advance?

Drrr…

Just when I was about to carry out that plan, an exit appeared on the other side of the entryway I had entered this room from, and the wooden dolls that were too weak to even bother destroying ceased to appear as well. I took it that I had passed the beginner level training ground.

“It can’t be… that this is going to keep repeating all over, will it…?”

Ominous hunches tended to always be on the money.

[Expert’s Room]

[Specialist’s Room]

[Dominator’s Room]

[Victor’s Room]

[Challenger’s Room]

…

This tedious training where only the opponents I faced would change continued. Although the sensation of thrashing the dolls did become satisfying as the difficulty gradually rose, all of them were the same before my holy fist.

Smack- Crash!

Smack- Crunch!

Something like a boss monster began to appear from the Expert’s Room and onwards, while the terrain changed bizarrely from the Dominator’s Room and beyond. And starting from the Challenger’s Room, an ‘exit cave’ option was added.

But the choice I made and the outcome that followed didn’t change.

Onwards! Onwards! Onwards!

Just how long would this training continue?

[Transcendent’s Room]

I entered the room indifferently like I had the ones before it, but then froze in my steps.

There was already someone here before me.

Race: Old Human

Level: 1

Job: Prince(National Strength=Vigor↑)

Skills: Vigor(Z) Infiltration(Z)

Condition: Training

Who the heck was this punk?

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