Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 679: Eve (5)
Until recently, I confidently asserted that I could predict and respond to most of the events happening on the continent.
There would be variables, of course, but I could say that most problems could be dealt with adequately.
The network Karia and Johan had created was vast enough, and with the cards I had at my disposal and the support of my friends, I believed we could solve any major issue that arose.
“Your hospitality leaves much to be desired.”
By now, I realized how arrogant I had been.
It was impossible to predict every variable.
The reality was far crazier than any fictional world. Even something as absurd as the final boss suddenly appearing and declaring surrender...
No. Was it really my fault that I didn’t anticipate this?
Isn’t it more bizarre to expect something like this to happen?
It’s not like I’m dealing with some idiotic pervert; how was I supposed to predict that the disaster that terrorized the continent would suddenly surrender?!
“At least offering a drink would be proper, don’t you think?”
Watching Agras, bound by the power of darkness, idly chatting, gave me a headache.
Let’s calm down and think about this. Was there ever a situation like this in the game?
I don’t remember Agras intervening in reality outside of the boss battles.
Hmm. Clearly, Agras didn’t have many lines.
“Hey, you little brat. Are you not hearing me?”
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand his intentions. This guy despises Aramadi.
For him to bow down to me, Aramadi’s Apostle, he’d have to be prepared for something big.
...Does he even need to be? After declaring his surrender, Agras had turned into someone enjoying himself.
He acted calm on the outside, but deep down, wasn’t he thinking something like “Heh, I surrendered to a lowly being. The end is completely inevitable!”?
His constant smirking made it hard not to suspect.
“Hey.”
“Are you seriously going to let that idiot keep talking nonsense?”
“Sorry. I didn’t expect to see such a spectacle.”
“Such pathetic words.”
“...I hope you understand my position. The Demon King, who tried to kill me in every way, is in that state, how could I remain calm?”
<Agras was such a ridiculous entity...>
I wasn’t the only one who was confused. Grandpa, Erginus, even the Fairy Queen blinked in surprise at Agras’ ceaseless complaints.
Recently, it was amusing to see the Queen, who had maintained a playful demeanor, suddenly act serious.
If it weren’t for the disaster in front of us, I might have laughed without hesitation.
“I’ve told you already. Just give me something to drink. I’ve had nothing since I was unsealed, and my throat is dry.”
“Shall I bring you some urine?”
“I’d gladly drink yours.”
...Ugh. This is the Evil God that could end the world?
The pathetic god almost lost to this idiot?
No wonder the title “pathetic god” never changed. It was probably because he was just that pathetic.
<For the honor of the True God, let me say that he wasn’t always like this.>
‘How would you know? Maybe he was always this kind of guy, and Grandpa just didn’t realize it.’
<That can’t be. If he was like this in the past, our suffering would be belittled!>
While Grandpa desperately denied the reality, Agras grinned and spoke again.
“I’m just kidding. I still want to kill you. Ever since you broke my curse so long ago, we’ve always hated each other.”
Back when I first stepped into the world of Soul Academy, the fight between gods seemed irrelevant to me.
At that time, I was only trying to survive and retrieve Grandpa’s mace, never intending to earn the wrath of the Evil God Agras.
However, everything changed the moment I decided to risk everything to save a child.
That day, Agras marked me as one of his unforgivable enemies, and Aramadi began to see me as an amusing plaything.
In terms of time, my connection to Agras has lasted even longer than with Grandpa.
“I’m telling you. Even now, I long for your end. But that’s not all. I long for the end of everything in this world. A day when no life flourishes on the earth. A day when all beasts are dead, and silence fills the land. I desperately wish for a day when nothing in the world exists.”
“Ha. Nonsense. For that to happen, you’ll have to die first.”
“I don’t know why you’re stating the obvious. Of course, I too will be part of the end. Do you think the one who wishes for the end will fear it?”
Agras extended his bound arms forward, grinning through the bars of his cage.
“As the Dark God, you must know. The impulse of a concept slowly consumes itself.”
“Does that apply to you too?”
“Oh, of course. I fundamentally wish for my own destruction. That’s why I willingly do things that those who can destroy me would despise. If that suits my desires, I’ll walk toward my destruction with a bright smile.”
Agras spoke of his reason for waging war against Aramadi—not just to bring about the world’s end, but also because he yearned for his own demise.
He said that whether he won against Aramadi or was defeated and disappeared, either outcome was fine.
He believed that, no matter the situation, he would be satisfied with his end, so he willingly waged war.
“When the heroes appeared and tried to seal me, how despairing it was. It was such a mediocre ending. It was the kind of trashy story that anyone witnessing would throw away as garbage.”
“I know you’re just a masochist trying to provoke me. So, why are you here?”
“Because of my damn Apostle. I’ve always disliked that guy, but what he’s trying to do now is truly horrible. He’s going to give all his power to Aramadi, the one with the power of beginnings. That can’t be allowed. No, it mustn’t happen. The world cannot end like that, and I can’t face a mediocre end inside Aramadi either. I’ll refuse.”
Even though I knew he was a mess of a failure, I never expected him to live like this, shaking his head in disbelief.
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“Are you really that pathetic? You can’t even handle your own Apostle? What a loser. A pathetic masochist who lets himself be bitten by a pet.”
“What can I do? The heroes sealed me away for so long that even the power of the End is now siding with my Apostle.”
“Heh~ You really are a waste, huh? Puh, you begged the power to turn back, and in the end, you were abandoned. How sad~”
“Hmmm.”
“You didn’t want to be with someone as useless as you, right? How did it feel hearing that your subordinate is too competent to be satisfied with you? Huh?”
I tried to provoke him, aiming to draw out his emotions, but Agras just lightly laughed, showing no reaction.
He was surprisingly unperturbed for a masochistic pervert. Maybe he had some ulterior motive.
“I knew you’d react like that. The things I’ve done to torment you aren’t few.”
“Now that you know, stay in there. After everything is over, I’ll seal you again, just like you like. Idiot.”
“Even if you tell me what your Apostle is trying to do, you’ll just scoff. Your foresight crosses countless worlds. But there’s one thing you don’t know.”
“Huh? You think you’re so smart? If it’s that, I already know. You’re nothing but trash.”
“It’s about the curse you carry.”
The mention of a curse didn’t need further explanation. Among the powers I wield, the one I could call a curse was singular.
The Mesugaki skill. The power that once tormented Lucy and now torments me.
“That power is tied to your birth, and it’s connected to the sins you carry.”
“Huh? You don’t know a damn thing, so stop pretending.”
“Even the power Aramadi granted you didn’t fully resolve the curse, did it?”
...How does he know?
I froze for a moment, caught off guard, and Agras chuckled.
“It’s obvious. The curse originates from the god you worship. How could it be solved by his power?”
The curse came from that pathetic god?
What is he even talking about?
Aramadi may be perverted, incompetent, and incapable of managing his followers, but he’s still a good guy. There’s no way he’s tied to the curse.
Ha. This guy can’t even start a proper mess.
If only he had said that Aramadi was into Mesugaki and did this on purpose. Then maybe I would have suspected it, but he’s just a fool.
“If you help suppress my Apostle, I’ll show you a way to remove your curse. All you need to do is accept my cooperation.”
“Huh? Really?”
“Of course. Despite appearances, I was once a god who divided the world.”
“Hmm. It’s an attractive offer, but with that face, I’ll pass. Watching a useless idiot like you act like you're so special is just too annoying.”
I don’t like the Mesugaki skill.
If I could get rid of it, I would, but I don’t need to sell my soul to an evil god to get rid of it.
Regardless, the Mesugaki skill helped me survive and protect my friends, and I’ve helped many people because of it.
I’d rather stick with it than bow to this damn pervert.
Flipping him off, I turned away, and Agras raised an eyebrow.
“You’re quite interesting to look at.”
“I won’t let you walk all over me. I can smell it rotting on you.”
“If you ever get curious, come to me. I’ll be here waiting for you.”
I scoffed at his grin and didn’t respond, turning my back.
“You’ll be looking for me soon enough.”
