FFF-Class Trashero-Chapter 363

[25th Round] 0.01%

“Well, let’s have a fair fight.”

I wasn’t going to use all my strength against my past self, who only had 20 years of experience.

I limited my strength to his level, and I decided not to use my skills.

Naturally, [Original Sin] was also sealed.

However, I couldn’t do anything about the experience I had gathered thus far.

It was really enormous.

It wasn’t even initially mine. I gained it from the “space heroes” I absorbed while they served as Fugitive Senior’s decoration in his house.

To name a few…

Star Swordsman.

Golden Fang.

Warrior of the Sun.

God of War.

The Sage of Six Paths.

Godslayer.

Heavenly Demon.

Master Murima.

Swordsman Wuju.

Blade.

Dark Templar.

I would use their experience in this fight.

Among Fugitive Senior’s souvenirs, some were stronger than those mentioned, but only because they possessed superpowers.

They were just ordinary people otherwise.

I immediately shoved aside those kinds of bastards at once, leaving only those who reached superhuman levels through their own efforts alone.

I then handpicked the most prominent ones among the list I chose to keep.

Golden Fang.

God of War.

These two reached the pinnacle of martial arts and could change the course of an entire battle through their superhuman instincts.

Of course, they weren’t the strongest among those Fugitive Senior assembled. They didn’t have any special abilities, after all.

Regardless, I skillfully combined their knowledge and skills, making them my own.

I didn’t forget the experience of Fantasy’s local inhabitants were also mine now, either directly or indirectly.

This was my weapon.

Observing my fighting stance, Kang Han Soo asked, “Martial arts? Aren’t you going to use your mace?”

“Should I start, or would you like to go first?”

“I’ll choose the latter, I guess.” Studying me, my opponent didn’t launch a surprise attack. However, he took the initiative nonetheless.

WZZZZZ!

He extended his hand forward, firing a beam of light forward from the hilt of Boris’ lightsaber.

It was just an ordinary thrust.

However, his 200mm blade becoming 2000mm at the speed of light made quite a huge difference.

Those who had never encountered such advanced technology would die instantly from it.

“Shit!” I instinctively cursed.

The reason why Fugitive Senior, who escaped his uncontrollable harem, was able to defeat these noble “space heroes” was simple.

He used overwhelming superpowers combined with advanced science.

But that was precisely my problem.

It would be unwise to block a lightsaber whose blade’s temperature reached 8000 degrees Celsius with my bare hands. I would fare better against Fantasy’s “fire sword,” which was cute compared to his weapon.

Pop!

I summoned the mace of justice in front of me to block his attack, although all that did was create a temporary solution to my predicament. If Kang Han Soo twisted his wrist slightly, his beam would incinerate me.

I had very little time.

Unlike Kang Han Soo, however, I was a martial artist. That momentary gap was enough.

Without fear of the lightsaber, I extended my right hand forward.

Kang Han Soo calmly turned his wrist to cut it off immediately, but that was exactly what I was waiting for.

I hit the ground with my right foot.

I couldn’t knock him off his feet, but I caused sand to rise into the air.

That was the lightsaber’s only weakness.

Due to the particles penetrating it, its blade failed to form properly, even though it lasted for just a split second.

Bang!

However, Kang Han Soo was not an idiot either.

PZZ!

With his weapon disabled, he took advantage of that opening by launching a kick to my side, aiming to cause a hernia between my 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae.

Arrogant young man!

That was his mistake!

“Ha-a!”

“What?!”

His surprise was clear evidence of his overconfidence in his technique, which wasn’t a Fantasy skill.

Bang!

My punch hit my target.

I wanted to continue my attack, but his lightsaber got in my way again.

WZZZ!

Kang Han Soo swung it forward, creating an obstacle and, ultimately, space between us.

I immediately stepped back, but he didn’t go after me.

“That’s really annoying.”

His weapon was too difficult to handle.

It couldn’t destroy my mace, but it couldn’t be blocked with a mere stick either.

I could, of course, use a shield, but then that would guarantee my victory.

After all, I was God, and Kang Han Soo was a human being.

This whole fight was a production I directed in my attempt to defeat Kang Han Soo by pretending to be “human.”

In that way, I promoted fairness.

However, Master Mollan’s disciple proved difficult to defeat with this method.

A fair fight was what I desired, but did I give myself too many handicaps?

“Fight me using conventional weapons.”

“This is science.”

“Hmm! Well, you asked for it.”

It was time to use the power of the “passing fanatic,” as I introduced myself.

I beheld the power of religion!

Pop!

I recalled my mace and replaced it with the robe of justice.

I would defeat him with my bare hands!

“… Come at me.”

Kang Han Soo didn’t charge in. Instead, he just waved his hand.

Earth, fire, wind, water, soul.

Numerous spirits began to circle around him.

“I don’t like this.”

The earth spirits set off an earthquake, upsetting my equilibrium.

The water spirits then moistened the soil, turning it into viscous mud to bind my feet, while the wind spirits removed air resistance around Kang Han Soo to speed up his movements.

Simultaneously, the fire spirits increased the air’s temperature around me.

As it became more difficult to breathe, smoke permeated to block my view.

That wasn’t all.

“Kang Han Soo! Kang Han Soo!”

“Forward! Kang Han Soo!”

“Kang Han Soo! Kang Han Soo!”

“Wow!”

The soul spirits incited the public to cheer for him.

Even loyal followers of Mollan’s Teachings were deceived by their power, causing them to praise Kang Han Soo.

I felt betrayed. The spirits hadn’t attacked me since my 1st round.

These little scoundrels!

“This is the power of friendship.”

“Damn it!”

My past self took the opportunity to pounce at me, aiming his lightsaber at my face.

Arching backward, I dodged his offensive then launched my right leg upward as hard as I could, hitting the grip of his sword.

“Tsk…”

Kang Han Soo immediately released his lightsaber summon.

It was a rather fragile weapon, after all.

Unlike regular swords, if its hilt, which produced its blade of light, was broken, it could no longer be repaired unless brought to Shakespeare at the Western Continent. Until then, however, it was rendered useless.

I immediately rewarded him with a barrage of punches.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With my superior martial arts and experience, I probably would’ve won instantly if not for the evil spirits that refused to let it happen.

I fought back, but over time their number increased rather than decrease.

“How vile! You treat spirits like slaves!”

“They are not slaves, but workers.”

“Shameless bastard!”

“You really interest me. Are you really human?”

“Can’t you see my race?”

I was definitely in a dire situation, but the spirits couldn’t penetrate my robe of justice.

However, they soon flew to the side as Kang Han Soo roared.

“Hear me, Sword of the End, ruined by Chaos and reforged on the Stars of Oblivion! I hereby declare that I remember your sacred name and praise you for your blade that cuts the bonds of meaningless friendship and love! Awaken from your slumber and prove that our legendary alliance has existed since time immemorial! Come forth and serve me once more, Holy Sword Nucleon!”

Flash!

The Holy Sword that could cut even the Demon Lord in half appeared, borrowed from the Elf Hero on Earth.

“…”

Witnessing it pop into existence, I experienced a slight headache.

How was I supposed to defeat him with “human strength” alone?

Holy Sword Nucleon could slice through even my robe of justice.

I needed other means to retaliate against him.

… But were there any?

No.

This was all about perfection.

I became “God” by getting rid of 99.99% of my flaws and achieving perfection.

With that part of me sealed, only 0.01% remained of me.

Right now, I was fighting with only those crumbs. That alone didn’t give me enough strength.

“What’s wrong? Do you give up?”

“… Don’t rush me.”

Even though I had become a martial artist, it would be absurd to think I could confront and deflect Holy Sword Nucleon with my bare hands.

If so, then I only had one option left.

I activated my profession.

▷ Job: Apostle (Patronage = Ability)

It had a bit of a catch.

I introduced myself as the Grand Inquisitor of Mollan’s Teachings from the very beginning, but I actually professed the religion of the Great Child.

The reason was simple.

It made it easier for me to draw and use strength since the love of my alter ego(God) for me(man) was infinite.

That patronage gave me a boost so tremendous it allowed me to move ten times faster, easily overcome all the spirits that served as my obstacles, and imbue even more power into my fists.

Bam!

“Kh! You’ve finally activated that job of yours.”

Kang Han Soo, blocking my attack with his Holy Sword, was sent flying backward.

Despite his imminent defeat, however, curiosity filled his gaze, not despair.

He wondered where this would lead.

“Give up.”

“Is that a joke?”

“Have it your way.”

I rushed at him again.

I couldn’t give him time to think.

However…

Fshuh!

“I will show you the power of justice!”

“What about all that you’ve said about retirement?”

“… Well, then let’s call it the wings of love instead.”

“What’s with the baby names?”

On his back appeared the Righteous Hero’s Wings, which posed a much greater danger than Holy Sword Nucleon itself.

“Haaaaa!”

“Haaaaa!”

Kang Han Soo and I collided again.

At that moment, the winner was determined.