YM778.TV Chapter 150 [? Round] Socially Disadvantaged
Chapter 150 [? Round] Socially Disadvantaged
The culprit was nowhere to be seen. The Health Teacher gave me a whopping 10,000 points and left. I don’t know how much it was comparatively, but it was important to note that my ranking jumped from 1854 to 87. All because I ate some pizza?
It was truly astonishing. But It was still fine; I didn’t have to feel bad about it. It’s not 1st place, only 87th. I had to get in the Top 5 by raising my score anyway. It was a good result in terms of shortening my work.
“I can control it.”
The scores didn’t just blindly go up. If I do something illegal, my score will go down. It will be no problem if I jump up to 2nd place due to an inevitable mistake. It’s okay if I control it.
Thinking this far, peace of mind descended on me. Let’s not rush into it and take it step by step. I am a veteran, after all. Difficulties like this are nothing!
“I’m glad you got away with it, Hero. But, as the Health Teacher warned a while ago, I will keep my mouth shut. I have to work hard to earn money to take care of my soon-to-be granddaughter.”
“She won’t be born.”
According to the laws of nature, the pregnancy rate of the elf royalty, who lived an eternal life, was miraculous. Although it wasn’t absolute, the more natural enemies and short-lived a mammal were, the higher their fertility and breast development. The number of breasts increased, and so did the size. In the same context, the breasts of elf women weren’t at all developed.
Of course, being big doesn’t directly relate to getting pregnant. After all, everyone looks different. However, this wasn’t a comparison between humans but rather different races. Elves were equally small. This law of nature was no exception to elven men. If humans’ things were holy spears that could pierce any shields at once, elves’ could be compared to crude fruit knives whose blades become dull with only one or two uses.
“Haha! Hero, I have seen it from the future.”
“What bullsh*t.”
“It’s not bullsh*t. I had a dream of a good omen last night. A dream where a great king is born to save and guide the lowly members of the elf race with a broad mind and body. As soon as I woke up from that dream, I was craving salmon…”
“Why do you have morning sickness?”
“Isn’t that a sign that I am going to be a good grandfather?”
Boss K made a fuss as he organized the empty pizza boxes. He was praised as the noble king of the elf race. And seeing how he naturally cleaned and washed the dishes, it didn’t seem like an entirely wrong claim. He was an easy-going and down-to-earth king.
“A good grandfather, huh…”
He might be.
“I’m going to put my granddaughter on my lap and say: Granddaughter, the day you were born, all the elves in Fantasy whispered your name.”
“That’s a lot of exaggerating.”
“I mean it. I’m going to brag about her all the time. I’m even planning to make sure that everyone remembers her by putting her in the oral test of Elven Civil Servants.”
“That’s too much…!”
“Haha! I’m not kidding.”
“That’s even more of a problem, you wretched elf!”
I decided not to say more. Giving a scolding to Boss K, expecting a granddaughter who would never be born, would only tire me out. As time goes by, he will be disappointed and forget.
…No. He would bother me again if he realized that his daughter failed to conceive. Maybe he’d stick with me until he gets what he wants. That’s kind of creepy.
“Right. The faculty staff will be very uncomfortable if we stay together. That…even for the sake of your granddaughter, it’s best not to see each other. Be healthy. May the energy of the universe be with you.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help it. Peace of mind is especially important when she is pregnant. I’ll try to explain it to my daughter.”
“Where did that confidence come from…fine.”
I gave up arguing and said goodbye to Boss K. However; it was doubtful whether I would leave just like this. In front of father and daughter elves who wanted a new life like that, I couldn’t say that I hoped nothing would be born, right? By any chance, even if it happened, I feel like I didn’t have anything to say.
I couldn’t say I didn’t expect a daughter to be born. Therefore…
Pop!
Concentrating my mind, I summoned the Magic Sword. The sword of Boris, the Old Prince. It was light, unlike the Holy Sword, and thanks to that, it was of great help to me before conquering the northern continent of Fantasy with my fragile infant body. In the process of summoning, the illegally designated Black Box was used for about 0.1 seconds. If I think about it in detail, even if I get 1st or 2nd place at the festival later, I wouldn’t be bothered by the judgment that it was impossible to enter the secondary education center.
However, abuse was prohibited. After all, it can be invalidated due to the usage of illegal skills even if I get 3rd, 4th, or 5th place. So for me, this was quite a challenge.
“Oh! Is this a gift for my granddaughter? When my granddaughter grows up beautifully, I will give it to her and tell her to go find you, Hero.”
“You’re making me speechless.
Having omitted the cumbersome explanation, I concentrated my mind on the Magic Sword in my hand. Master Mollan’s third teaching raised the Black Box to the Grade S, but the effect had never been used. Is it because I don’t know how to use it?
No.
? Type: Skill
? Name: ■ ■
? Grade: S
? SS: ■■.
? S: Record.
? A: Confuse the target.
? B: Destroy the target.
? C: Force the target into oblivion.
? D: Removing confusion.
? E: Removing destruction.
? F: Returning from oblivion.
This is because the Grade S’s ‘Record’ was a consumable ability to allow the power of the Black Box that I had in my possession to reside in things. In this way, even ordinary objects could be transformed into treasures. However, the power consumed wouldn’t be restored.
■ ■ S→■ ■ A
Still, I relentlessly poured in my strength to the point where the Grade dropped. I didn’t mean to barely use it and take the credit myself. Let’s get used to this feeling.
I wanted to learn the ability to empower things. The principle of using my experience to make clothes for the spirits was similar to this.
Woooooong-
The Magic Sword was engulfed in purple light.
“That’s…! Oh! Oh My God! The unique ability that person had…!”
Boss K, who immediately noticed what I was doing, was astonished and changed his playful attitude. I didn’t care and went into skill analysis. Compared to the great teachings of Master Mollan, it was so easy that there was no problem.
“…I see.”
It was a matter of mind. It was important to be able to give up one’s treasures for others. It was different from a hypocritical warrior. Their good deeds were limited to the resources that recovered themselves over time. Mana, magical spirit, divinity, stamina, energy, inner strength…
If your limited lifespan were noticeably shortened, would you go out of your way to help someone you don’t even know? Senior 1 didn’t do that either. However, he gifted his powers to his beloved wives. It wasn’t a complete remnant, but it was important that he secretly gave it to his wives without taking any credit for it.
The same went for me now. I poured out expendable power for my daughter, who could never be born. It wasn’t my lifespan, but I had given up a certain weapon that could fight the Fantasy God. It was a foolish decision, but-
■ ■ A→■ ■ SS
That decision was a new opportunity for me, thanks to the increased understanding and proficiency by using the sealed skill without hesitation. It was a consumable resource that didn’t recover over time, after all.
It wasn’t intended.
? Type: Skill
? Name: ■ ■
? Class: SS
? SSS: ■■.
? SS: Produce.
? S: Record.
However, as a result, consumption turned into persistence. Although the resource couldn’t be used indefinitely, the effect of Grade SS was enough to produce a small amount of the Black Box’s power. It was a simple Grade S gateway if you knew it, but it was difficult if you didn’t. I accidentally pierced that realm with the heart of a righteous hero.
“Well…let’s wrap it up first.”
The Old Prince’s Magic Sword was a lightsaber that mixed advanced science and fantasy. The basic principle was that the Magic Sword user created a blade of light with his power. The greater the magic, the stronger the cutting force. Conversely, it goes without saying that you couldn’t even make a kitchen knife if you were weak.
I adjusted the Magic Sword so that even a baby could use it. After all, not all babies were born strong like me.
“I have to plant my attributes.”
This was because if I put the power of the Black Box into this Magic Sword, it was no different from the Relics of Chaos. So I planted my abilities, using the new application method learned while using the Black Box Grade S’s skill. The original purpose was this.
My spirit attribute taught by the First Spirit was Human. That’s why it was also ‘Human’ that I put into the Magic Sword. Even the student council member who was uglier than me, guaranteed by the Health Teacher, lived in my heart after becoming experience points. I appointed him as a spirit.
? Race: Unique Spirit
? Level: 500
? Occupation: Swordsman (Swordsman = Divinity↑)
? Skills: Swordsmanship Z Penetration Z Swordplay Z Seal Z Resistance MAX…
?Status: Reincarnation
It shouldn’t be too strong as it was only for a newborn. So I fixed the level arbitrarily but inherited the rest of the abilities. I stuffed the spirit in that state into the Magic Sword, ignoring the intentions of the party involved.
Egosword completed!
Magic Sword → Divine Sword
The name displayed on my status has been changed from Magic to Divine Sword. Was it because the job of the spirit dwelling in the sword was Sword God? Then, like Holy Sword 3, would it become a Holy Sword if I put Hero there? I’ll try it later when I get a chance.
“Give it to my daughter later when she is born.”
I handed the new Divine Sword that had just been made to Boss K. He answered politely, taking it carefully with both hands.
“Yeah. It’s never going to happen, but in case a son is born, I’ll just keep it.”
“I didn’t say that…well, take care of it.”
Having given up on scolding this nonsensical elf who had been talking nonsense from the start, I opened the front door and headed out. I slept well at the Mayor’s residence, and my stomach was full of pizza.
Now was the perfect time to actively enjoy the festival.
*
Before the Health Teacher gave me 10,000 points and left, Boss K, the Mayor of Elf City and the festival official, gave me a simple and easy task so that I (his son-in-law) could raise my score in a short time. So it was all about bounties.
? A slut who kidnaps elf men: 250 points
? An evil dragon that only eats a diet of elves: 3600 points
?A hunter who only targets elf bachelors: 400 points
? A magician who needs dead elves: 2700 points
It was all events related to elves since it was a city where elves lived. However, due to the low fertility rate, every one of them was a precious member of the elf race, so they were particularly sensitive to the kidnapping and murder of their people. I decided to solve the problems of the nearest city first.
“Hmm. It looks very serious.”
There were hardly any elf men on the streets. It was no coincidence that many human women had visited the city. Elf women with low sexual appeal tend to be safer from various crimes, but elf men that tended toward a handsome and neutral appearance had always been targeted.
What about human men? Human men in the Fantasy World full of powerful monsters were as big as gorillas thanks to their ability revision. They had a strong natural sex drive and a tendency to possess and dominate as many women as they could. But the elf men were just the opposite.
Their boyish atmosphere didn’t change even with age, and they considered only one woman to be their mate with a sense of duty despite their lack of sexual desire. Their appearances were similar to that of a legendary warrior or a prince riding a white horse. Weak on the outside, but incredibly strong…
Of course, elf men were weak without any objection, to the extent of losing a fight with a human woman who had trained her muscles through fieldwork! Therefore, they were popular prey.
“Please find my missing son. Sob, sob!”
“My husband hasn’t come back since last night.”
“My friend disappeared from the bar.”
“I can’t reach my brother who promised me his future.”
If you had heard these stories from Earth, you would have immediately suspected the supposedly heartbroken families. But this was the Fantasy World. It was a very difficult world for an elf man to live in.
But who am I?
“Leave it to this hero!”
I’m a veteran hero. The colleagues from the 1st playthrough looked away from helping while saying, “What? He’s a male. He will figure it out.” I had been helping these socially disadvantaged people who have been stabbed by indifference. Not all men were strong, and human standards shouldn’t be imposed on elves.
“Let’s just get fifth place.”
Being a detective, I started a full-scale investigation. It would take some time as there were only one million spirits to cooperate with, but the universe’s energy would take care of the shortcomings.