Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

Chapter: 659

“Did we really have to go this far?”

Turning my head at Erginius’s question, I saw Nevera, or rather, the God of Magic occupying her body, in a daze.

I had only released half of the black history that Ganshu had provided me, and look at this mess. If I start reciting the real stuff, it looks like we’re both going down together.

Should I give it a try? Just as a mischievous laugh bubbled up, Ganshu covered my mouth.

“Enough already. What if that guy loses his mind if you keep blabbering?”

“Mmph!”

“From the start! I didn’t provide information to fulfill your personal desires! If you bear a mission, it ought to be suitable… Gah!?”

I smacked Ganshu in the gut, freeing my mouth immediately to cast purification magic on my lips, pulling out a cloth to wipe them.

“Why should I care? You guys should handle that yourselves. You’re nothing but incompetent slobs in name only. Someone has to clean up after this, right?”

He can’t touch me anyway, and if anyone’s going to vent, it’ll be directed at Ganshu. So it’s none of my business.

Is this the true essence of irresponsible pleasure?

Hehe, thinking that just makes me want to do more.

Let’s see. This was definitely something the God of Magic did after losing to Erginius.

“Do you have some personal grudge against that old-timer?”

While I was giggling with my notebook open, Erginius asked me with a look of disdain.

“No? I’m meeting that idiot for the first time.”

“Then why go this far?”

“Isn’t that a bit odd? If you say it like that, I sound like the bad guy.”

As I narrowed my eyes and questioned him, Erginius and everyone else around avoided my gaze.

Hmm, was it that unpleasant to look at?

Certainly, creating plastic surgery magic among the gods to get popular and failing spectacularly due to lack of art skills was over the line.

“This is why incompetent slobs who can’t see past their noses are pitiful.”

Shaking my head, I crossed my arms and raised my voice confidently.

“There’s a reason for everything, you fools.”

It’s not particularly hard to summon the representative gods and make them submit one by one.

With Ganshu’s black history of each god plus utilizing the Mesugaki Skill for a little scratching, even gods wouldn’t stand a chance.

But suppressing them with divine authority is also difficult since I’m an Apostle of God.

What could they do against someone tasked with saving the world from the Evil God?

If they’re upset, they should take it out on the Shoddy God who granted me this authority.

But even though I can kick them around, meeting with each one would take ages.

To put it bluntly, it’s just a hassle.

So what genius idea did I come up with after deep thought?

Make them figure it out on their own!

As I play… ahem, persuade the representative gods, who also possess a certain authority, isn’t it likely that those influenced by the scene will naturally come to bow their heads?

If gods greater than them are experiencing humiliation, how can they hold onto their pride?

If they don’t want to suffer the same fate, they should crawl quietly.

So to put it simply, the reason I’m currently tormenting that pervert crow and bothering the God of Magic is all part of my strategy!

It’s definitely not about personal feelings!

[If you’re going to say that, at least do something about that grinning mouth of yours.]
‘It’s not my will! It’s because of the curse!’
[How long has it been since your facial expression’s restrictions were lifted?]
Tch! This is why sharp-witted grandpas are annoying!

Anyway, I have my justification!

And I have the power to act according to that justification!

Now, no one can stop me!

Alright! Be my obedient toy, you incompetent gods!

Let’s just stop bothering the God of Magic since he looks like he might blow up if I poke him any further.

The closest god nearby…

Oh! Right. The God of Martial Arts approached Frey, didn’t he?

As I approached the dozing Frey, I grabbed her cheeks, and she jolted awake, trying to whack me on the nose with her forehead.

Startled by the sudden ambush, I stepped back, and Frey blinked in surprise, glancing around.

“…Huh? I was just fighting?”

“You can’t even tell the difference between dreams and reality? Your intelligence must be on a beast’s level, dumb swordsman.”

“Oh, it was a dream. Ugh, what a pity. I was having an intense battle with Lucy.”

What the heck do you think I am for you to make such an effort to defeat me even in your dreams?

Just because you’re giving me that look doesn’t mean I’m going to agree to a duel! Fighting you seems like it would genuinely put my life at risk!

No matter how ugly and dirty it gets, I’ll stick with being the victorious idiot till the end! Trying to shift the topic, I asked Frey if she had a decent conversation with the God of Martial Arts, and she tilted her head.

“That weird blue one, right?”

“Is there anything else?”

“Hmm. Since he kept saying weird stuff, I just brushed it off.”

Hearing that Frey didn’t want to hear any more sword talk when she knew nothing about it made me unconsciously pity the God of Martial Arts.

For a god of martial arts, revered anywhere, it’s a shame to be disregarded by this kid, but it’s not like it was a calamity that he chose for himself, either.

Anyway, summoning the God of Martial Arts through Frey seems impossible.

So what should I do? Pondering, I approached Ganshu and asked him to relay a message to the God of Martial Arts.

I don’t know if it will actually work, but there’s no harm in trying.

“I received a response. He says that if done as mentioned, he will not only willingly cooperate with your plan but will also do his best to persuade others.”

Really? He would come to terms with this over something so trivial?

How much had Frey been disrespecting him on a daily basis?

Suppressing the rising sense of sympathy, I approached Frey and crossed my arms.

“Hey, dumb swordsman. Couldn’t it be that you’re just too foolish to understand? It sounded pretty convincing to me.”

“…Really?”

“Why do you keep trying to think about useless things? There’s no way anything decent would come from that thick skull of yours.”

Frey frowned, but instead of vehemently denying my words, she raised her sword.

If she continuously rambled about how it wouldn’t work out, it seemed there was something bothering her, but let’s wait and see.

Frey’s stance changed.

She took a lower and more stable stance than her usual one.

It seemed somewhat uncharacteristic for Frey, but when she swung forward, my thoughts changed.

The sword sliced through the air, whoosh.

With the shockwave created, my head got whipped back.

“Oh, it’s real. Truly, Lucy. Impressive.”

If I say that’s impressive, isn’t the God of Martial Arts going to grab his neck and fall over?

– Ding!

See? The reaction comes instantly!

[The God of Martial Arts is moved by your actions.]
[Skill [Reflex Enhancement] has been granted!]
[The God of Martial Arts promises you active cooperation!]

…Huh?

Oh.

Hmm.

If you think about it, is the God of Martial Arts actually a huge sucker?

*

The Pope, who was watching the fragments of the devastated island, couldn’t smile brightly even after receiving the piece of the Evil God he longed for.

Though it was a long time ago, the prowess of those individuals still remains vivid.

Grabbing hope from a place filled with despair was truly an act of a hero.

If it weren’t for those people, it would have been difficult for the Lord to achieve victory while carrying those bugs on his back.

Recalling the miracle I witnessed back then, I felt something strange about the current situation.

It’s certain. They didn’t use their full strength. I didn’t see the miracle blooming in desperation today.

Why? Was there fear that this island would be erased from the world? Or had their will weakened over the long years?

No. There’s absolutely no way that’s true.

Heroes will not yield even if they are erased from this world.

They are those who would willingly sacrifice everything for what must be accomplished.

The reason such heroes would withdraw easily is surely because of one thing.

“The Lord has allowed me to take this.”

He would not cheer for the things I want to accomplish, so perhaps this is the confidence of the great Lord.

Whether he thinks I won’t achieve anything even if I take this or if his Apostle can surely stop me.

“I believed I worked hard, but looks like there’s still much lacking.”

Brushing off the dust, the Pope stood up and tried to use the Authority of the End to return to the mansion.

However, at that moment, a sense of discomfort hit him.

Normally, as he abused the Evil God’s authority, the powers of the gods would strengthen, making it increasingly difficult to handle the powers, yet strangely, he found no trouble managing the authority.

What could be happening?

Furrowing his brows, the Pope, bearing Agra’s authority, realized that the benevolent gods were dispersing their powers.

He had thought they would either welcome the Age of Myth or flee in fear, but why on earth were they scattering their presence?

Who gave them the courage?

Ah, what a foolish thought.

There is only one being with the nobility akin to the Lord in this land.

With a light laugh, the Pope gathered his hands and prayed towards the great Lord and His Apostle.

And once again, he resolved.

To become the greatest and the worst trial, even if it requires putting everything he had built on the line.

*

Listening to the voices of people beyond the door, I broke out in a cold sweat.

I thought it was fine to subjugate the gods and force my opinions on them.

But after that, you guys better handle it yourselves!

Why should I have to be your representative!?

A bunch of faces like Mesugaki! Just imagining it is horrifying!

Should I bail now? Just dump everything on Phoebe and go do my thing.

“Alright, Young Lady. Let’s go.”

Seeing Phoebe’s bright smile, I awkwardly returned it.

At the very least, my translator!

No, what I mean is, even if it’s a grumpy old maid, just stick her next to me! Please!

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