Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

Not long ago, I confidently declared that I could predict and respond to most events happening on the land.

Sure, there were variables, but I could say that I could adequately address most issues.

Karia and Johan had cooperatively built such an extensive net, and I had plenty of cards up my sleeve. With my friends by my side, I believed we could solve even the most severe problems.

“Customer service is really lacking here.”

At this point, I realized just how arrogant I had been.

There’s no way I could respond to every variable.

The reality here is a place where insanity happens more than in any fiction. Especially when the final boss we had to defeat suddenly appears to declare surrender…

But wait. Was it really my fault for not anticipating this?

Isn’t it more bizarre to expect such nonsense to occur?

How could I have anticipated a disaster that had instilled fear across the continent just giving up like a sloppy pervert?!

“At least giving me something to drink is polite, isn’t it?”

Watching Agra, who was bound by the power of darkness and joking around, gave me a headache.

Let’s calm down and think seriously. Has there ever been a case like this in a game?

Outside of boss battles, I couldn’t recall any instance of Agra entering reality.

Hmm. It’s clear. Agra didn’t have that many notable lines.

“Hey, you cheeky brat. Can’t you hear me?”

No matter how much I pondered, I couldn’t grasp his intent. He hated Armadi.

For him to bow his head to me, Armadi’s Apostle, would require serious resolve.

…Or would it? Ever since he declared surrender, Agra had become just “The One Who Enjoys”.

He might be acting calm on the outside, but inside he’s probably thinking, ‘Heh. Surrendering to a lower creature is the end of me!’

Seeing him constantly smirk made it impossible to not feel suspicious.

“Hey.”

“Dweeb. Are you gonna let that idiot keep acting up?”

“Uh. Sorry. I didn’t expect to see this spectacle either.”

“You really sound like a complete weirdo.”

“…I wish you could understand my position. The Demon King, who wanted me dead in every possible way, is in this sorry state; how can I remain calm?”

[Was Agra really such a foolish being...?]

I wasn’t the only one in shock. Grandpa, Erginius, and even the Fairy Queen blinked at the constantly grumbling Agra.

It was quite funny to see the recently playful queen turn serious.

If it weren’t for the disaster before me, I would’ve laughed comfortably.

“Enough of this and that; just give me something to drink. I haven’t had anything since breaking the seal and I’m thirsty.”

“Should I bring you some pee?”

“If it’s yours, I’d gladly drink it.”

…Ew. Is this really the Evil God destined to destroy the world?

Was the Shoddy God almost defeated by this idiot?

No wonder the title ‘Shoddy God’ doesn’t change. This guy really is a sloppy mess.

[To defend the Lord's honor, he wasn't like this before.]

‘How do you know? Just because Grandpa didn’t know, doesn’t mean he wasn’t like that back then.’

[That can’t be true. If he was like this in the past, it would diminish our hardships!]

While Grandpa desperately denied reality, Agra chuckled and spoke.

“Just kidding. I still want to kill you. Ever since you lifted my curse way back when, we’ve always hated each other, haven’t we?”

At the time I first set foot in the Soul Academy’s world, the fight among the gods was nothing but an irrelevant matter to me.

Back then, all I sought was to survive by fetching Grandpa’s mace; I had no intention of getting on the bad side of Evil God Agra.

However, once I decided to take risks to save a girl, the story changed.

That day, Agra marked me as one of the enemies he could never forgive, while Armadi began viewing me as an amusing toy.

In sheer temporal terms, my connection with Agra might even exceed that with Grandpa.

“I am telling you. Even now, I desire your end. Is that all? I long for the end of everything that exists in this world. I yearn for a day when no life will sprout forth on the land. A day when all beasts die, and silence fills the place entirely. I fervently wish for a day when nothing exists in this world.”

“Ha. Nonsense. For that to happen, you’ll have to die first, right?”

“I don’t understand why you say something so obvious. Of course, I would be included in the end. Do you think one who wishes for the end would fear it?”

Agra, with his bound arms stretched forward, wore a thick smile beyond the bars.

“Great Wizard. As a God of Darkness, you would know. The impulse born of concepts erodes even oneself.”

“Are you saying that about yourself?”

“Ah, of course. I inherently wish for my destruction. Therefore, I willingly do things that would annoy the ones who could bring about my end. If it aligns with my desires, I would smile wide and walk toward my demise.”

Agra claimed that the reason he opposed Armadi and instigated war was not only to bring about the world’s end but also because he longed for his own destruction.

If he wins against Armadi, that’s great; if he loses and vanishes, he’d find that acceptable too.

In every scenario, Agra believed he could meet a satisfying conclusion and thus willingly waged war.

“I was in despair when the heroes appeared trying to seal me away. Isn’t that just a mediocre outcome? It’s a story so trashy that those watching could throw their trash at it.”

“I know you’re a bastard hoping for your torment; why the hell are you here then?”

“Because of my wretched Apostle. I had always disliked him, but what he’s trying to do this time is truly horrific. He’s trying to grant every power to Armadi, who possesses the Authority of Beginning. That’s not right. It can’t happen. The world must not end, nor should I face a mediocre conclusion within Armadi. I can’t accept that.”

While Agra surely knew that he had been an utter wreck, he shook his head as if he had never thought he’d live like this.

“Are you really stupid? He’s your Apostle. Can’t you even handle that? How pathetic to be a filthy pervert being bitten by your pet.”

“What can I do? The heroes have sealed me away for so long that even the Authority of the End is siding with that Apostle.”

“Wow~ you really are a piece of junk, huh? snickers You begged your power to turn back on you but ended up being abandoned; how sad~”

“Hmm.”

“You probably didn’t want to be alone with someone as useless as you. How did that feel? Hearing that your subordinate was too competent to be satisfied with someone like you?”

Though I tried to provoke him to draw out his emotions, Agra just laughed lightly without any noticeable response.

That’s not what a typical pervert would do. When he was sealed, a simple poke would make him seek petty revenge. Is there some hidden trick here?

“I knew you would react this way. How many things have I done to torment you?”

“Well, it’s good you know. Just stay here for now. After everything is over, I’ll seal you again, just like you love. Idiot.”

“Even if I told you about what my Apostle is about to do, you’d scoff at it. Your foresight crosses countless worlds. However, there’s one thing you might not know.”

“Hmmm What’s that? That you’re a trash with no answer? I already know that!”

“It’s about the curse you hold.”

No detailed explanation was needed regarding the curse; there was only one power I possessed that deserved to be called a curse.

Mesugaki Skill. The power that had tormented Lucy in the past and now tormented me.

“That power is linked to your origin and also associated with the transgressions you bear.”

“Hmmm You’re acting all smart without knowing a thing?”

“Surely, the authority bestowed upon you by Armadi hasn’t fully eliminated the curse, has it?”

…How does he know that?

In a moment of surprise, I stopped speaking, and Agra burst into laughter.

“It’s only natural. That transgression originates from the God you serve, so how could it be resolved by that being’s power?”

Are you saying this curse came from the Shoddy God?

What the hell is that nonsense?

Armadi may be a pervert, foolish, incompetent, and unable to manage his own followers, but he’s still a kind guy. There’s no way he’d be related to a curse.

Ha. Seriously, this guy can’t even stir enough trouble.

I would’ve doubted if he said the Shoddy God had a thing for Mesugaki and did this on purpose, but no. What an idiot.

“If you help me subdue my Apostle, I’ll let you know how to remove your curse. Just accepting my cooperation would be enough.”

“Hmmm Is that even possible?”

“Of course. Despite my appearance, I’m a God who once divided the world.”

“Certainly a tempting proposal. But I’d rather refuse seeing your smug face. It’s too unpleasant to look at.”

It’s not that I like the Mesugaki Skill.

If it could be removed, I’d like to get rid of it.

But to sell my soul to an Evil God for that? Not a chance.

Still, it’s thanks to the Mesugaki Skill that I’ve survived so far, protected my friends, and helped many people.

If I’m going to bow to this piece of trash, I’d rather spend my whole life with the Mesugaki Skill.

Flipping him off with my middle finger while sneering, Agra slightly raised his eyebrow.

“Looking at you, I must say you’re quite interesting.”

“No matter what you say, I won’t back down. I feel like my skin is rotting.”

“If you ever get curious, come ask me anytime. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

With a scoff at his smirk, I turned away without responding.

“You’ll soon come looking for me.”

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