Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

The god named Agra was one of the oldest existences.

Just like there’s a beginning, there’s an end; with Armadi starting it all, Agra was bound to follow.

However, at that time, Agra was weak.

The newly started world was a place where the word “end” was faint, so Agra had to quietly watch as the world flowed without being aware of itself.

As many years passed and humans settled on the land, Agra gained a sense of self. It also realized what its mission was.

He was the being leading the world to its end, the one who had to face the apocalypse of this world.

He was the god proclaiming the end to the world. Agra moved the world according to his mission.

He lured the humans of the land with sweet words to expand his influence.

He took gods who shared his intent as allies.

He declared war.

Under the pretense of bringing down the power-hungry Armadi, he actually ignited a phone call to declare the end of this world.

The situation of war was in Agra’s favor.

War means numerous things coming to an end. As many lives disappeared and hope faded, the more life diminished, the stronger Agra’s power grew.

Had miracles not occurred, Agra would surely have declared the world’s end at the close of the mythic age.

If the miracle known as the Hero had not reached the land, if Armadi had not gambled with his very existence, if the world had not resisted the end in the end, Agra would have surely won.

However, the world did not desire the end.

Instead of marking the end of the mythic age, it interrupted him by starting the age of humans.

Thus, Agra was defeated and had to remain silent for a long time, split into several fragments.

“It’s been a while, Agra,” said his Apostle, bowing politely with a smile as Agra examined his own body, which resembled that of a human boy.

“You didn’t fully resurrect me, did you? You’ve only broken one seal.”

“Great Wizard Erginius’s magic was simply too excellent.”

“A lie that’s obvious is worse than no lie at all. You didn’t fail to break the seal; you chose not to break it.”

“Did you know?”

“I’ve been watching the scenes outside even while sealed. I know what your intent is.”

Agra’s Apostle boldly wore a necklace symbolizing the Lord Jushin.

The Apostle, who once worshiped Agra as a god, now stood opposed, trying to use him as a tool.

This was also why the seal wasn’t fully broken. Agra’s existence was merely a means to spark the mythic age. The Apostle has no intention of fulfilling his wishes.

“Then what do you plan to do? Knowing won’t change anything.”

Agra looked at his reflection in the shining cross.

The Apostle was right.

Currently, Agra was powerless.

It had been a long time since Agra was sealed.

During this time, Agra had been waiting deep inside for the day of the seal’s break while the Apostle wandered, spreading influence.

Because of that, the very concept of end was tilted in favor of that human known as the Pope.

“Do as you wish. Whatever you do, Armadi will surely be saddened, so I won’t stop you.”

“Truly, thank you.”

“And as a warning, don’t think the end will leave you be.”

“Hahaha. Don’t worry about that. When all this is over, my story will also come to an end.”

Agra sneered and got up from his place, opening the door to step outside.

However, the sound that should have echoed down the hallway didn’t come through.

Realizing this was one of the powers of Authority of the End, the Pope shrugged and closed the door.

It has finally begun. The long-awaited desire had finally reached its starting point.

Oh mighty Lord Jushin Armadi. Please accept the gift I offer.

Only your glory will spread throughout this world, so illuminate this world with that glory.

Oh mighty Lord Jushin.

Please. Let me be embraced in your arms.

*

Early morning. Suddenly waking up, I unconsciously looked out the window.

Agra had resurrected. There were no grounds for this belief, yet somehow I was certain.

Agra had once again made an appearance in this land.

[How strange. For the Evil God to be resurrected, isn’t it too quiet?]

‘It’s probably not fully resurrected yet.’

If Agra were fully resurrected, the Pope wouldn’t be able to control him.

He’d probably resurrect only partially and slowly take hold of his powers. It was a narrative I was familiar with.

‘The timing is also fitting. Soon, the truly dangerous subordinates of the Evil God will make an appearance, changes will happen around the large dungeon, and the age of myth will begin.’

The prelude was over. Now, the real beginning starts.

[Can you hold out until then?]

‘I should be able to.’

The schedule is pretty tight, but I don’t think it’s that difficult.

I have people around me who will support me. For their sake, I will run until everything is over.

More than anything, if I can finish everything during this time, I’ll set a new record for the speedrun!

The record that was physically impossible in the game can be set here!

Clearing the game before the end of my sophomore year? How great it would be if I could bring that record into reality!

Grinning, I called out to Erin outside, finished tidying myself up, and headed toward the dungeon with my friends.

I definitely felt the dungeon’s difficulty gradually rising.

The air had grown thicker, and the influences on our minds had increased.

The monsters appearing inside were also of considerable strength, and the pressure of the boss was immense.

Well, they were just shoddy monsters I had cleared out long ago.

Joy swallowed the boss’s neck in darkness, revealing a door to exit.

“Are we moving to the next location?”
“Why are you asking what’s obvious?”
“I won’t make a single mistake today. I finished all the calculations with my Master yesterday!”
“Aren’t you getting bored? How long will you keep proving that you’re clueless?”
“This time it’s different!”
“I can’t count how many times I’ve heard that.”
“Uh, I don’t remember well, but it must be over ten times. I’m sure of it.”
“…I’m sorry, Joy. Honestly, I’m losing faith.”
“This time it’s different!”

Having lived this way for a long time, despite the forced march, my friends were relaxed.

The laughter as they poked fun at Joy showed their faith in me.

They believed that if they were with me, they could overcome any hardship, so their faces were filled with reassurance, forgetting fear and hesitation.

In the past, I would have felt the burden to live up to their faith, but…

It feels good to gain enlightenment.

Thinking that, as I stepped outside the dungeon, I felt chills in the strange silence.

Something was off. The outside of the dungeon was always filled with cheers.

Those who fought the monsters outside while believing in me would scream while bleeding yet responded to our presence with shouts.

And I would return their cheers with a grin.

But not today. There were no cheers, nor screams, nor even breaths. Nothing was heard at all.

As if our entrance into the dungeon had brought about the world’s end.

Staring blankly at the empty surroundings, I felt a strange intuition and summoned my divine essence to use the Authority of Purification.

In an instant, the landscape collapsed, revealing people sprawled on the ground, and in front of them stood a boy.

“Hello. It’s my first time seeing you like this, you pathetic Apostle of the Lord.”

The moment I heard the boy’s voice, my grip tightened unconsciously.

He looked harmless on the outside, but no.

That being shouldn’t exist in this world.

Feeling disgust more intensely than ever, just as I lifted my shield, the boy raised his hand.

And at that moment, Frey, who had jumped in front of me, swung her sword with all her might. The space was sliced, and something faintly sensed in the boy’s hand was cut away.

“Whoa. For you to cleave this. The God of Martial Arts must have taken an interest.”
“What are you?”
“Ask your heroes about that. That little brat must know what I am.”
The boy laughed at me, and I smiled back from behind my shield.

“Exactly♡ You know it very well♡ You’re a pathetic, disgusting perverse little brat♡”
“Do you really think it’s fine to provoke me like that? Do you know what will happen to your friends?”
“Pffhahah!♡ What?♡ Do you really think you can win?♡ How great could a pathetic who can’t even move after getting beaten by his Apostle be?♡”

In the past, I would have been agonizing over how to protect my friends.

But such worries have long been thrown away. You fool.

“I’ll stomp you down so you realize you’re the loser♡ That suits you♡ Shoddy♡”

There’s no need to beat this guy.

Since fairies and Joy have probably already contacted my allies, if I just delay, my team will arrive and smash that little brat.

This is a variable, but a good variable for us.

Perhaps the foundation of the Pope’s plan itself might be thrown off.

“I’ll grind you into the ground for you to taste being a loser for your whole life♡ That’s what suits you♡ Shoddy♡”

Come at me as much as you want.

Have I not beaten you down several times already? Can’t you last a moment?

“Hmmm. You have grown since the last time I saw you. Still, you’re just a brat.”
“How about you?♡ Your height, your powers, and your character—all seem so tiny, don’t you think?♡”

I’ll drag this out and make it painful for you, so go ahead and unleash hell.

While thinking that, as I raised the divine essence, suddenly Agra raised both hands high.

“Give up.”

“…What?”

“I, as the god with the Authority of the End, acknowledge my defeat. Do you understand now, brat?”

…

What the hell.

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