Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 659: Request for cooperation (3)

“Did we really have to go this far?”

Hearing Erginus’ question, I turned my head to the side and saw Nebera, whose soul was entirely taken over by the Magic God.

Half of the black history that Ganshu had provided me with was already revealed, and yet she ended up like this. If I went on listing the real deal, it would probably come to the point where we both end up dead.

Should I give it a try? A mischievous laugh began to form when Ganshu immediately covered my mouth.

“Calm down. What are you going to do if this guy loses his mind because of your nonsense?”

“Mmmph!”

“To begin with, I didn’t provide you with information to satisfy your personal desires! If you’ve taken on this mission, then you need to act accordingly... Ugh!?”

After I hit Ganshu’s stomach, removing his hand, I immediately used purification magic on my lips and wiped my mouth with a cloth.

“Not my problem. You guys should take care of it. You’re the ones who are all bark and no bite. Shouldn’t you be handling the clean-up, too?”

Anyway, that guy can’t touch me, so if I’m going to vent my frustrations, it’ll be on Ganshu. That’s got nothing to do with me.

Is this what they call carefree pleasure?

Heh, now that I think about it, I feel like doing more.

Let’s see. This is definitely something the Magic God did after losing to Erginus.

“Do you have some personal grudge against that old fart?”

Flipping open my notebook, I snickered, and Erginus asked, clearly tired of me, as if he was done with me.

“Is that it? I’m meeting that idiot for the first time.”

“Then why go this far?”

“You’re speaking a bit oddly, aren’t you? If you put it that way, it makes me sound like the bad guy.”

I narrowed my eyes and questioned him. At that, both Erginus and everyone else around us quickly avoided my gaze.

Hmm. Did I look that bad?

It was indeed excessive to say that the gods tried to make themselves popular among other gods by creating shape-shifting magic and then failing miserably due to lack of artistic skill.

“This is why incompetent people who can’t see beyond their noses are so pathetic.”

Shaking my head, I crossed my arms and confidently raised my voice.

“There’s always a reason. You idiots.”

Bringing out the representative gods and making them kneel one by one is not all that difficult.

With the black history of each god provided by Ganshu, and adding a bit of my Mesugaki skill to stir things up, even gods are no match.

That said, it’s not easy to overpower them with the authority of a god since I’m a saint of the main god.

What are they going to do? I’ve been entrusted with the role of saving the world from the evil gods. How can they stop me?

If they’re upset, they should take it up with the weak, incompetent main god who gave me this authority.

But you see, the issue is that while I can stomp on their pride, conducting one-on-one interviews takes too much time.

To put it simply, it’s a hassle.

So after thinking about it for a while, I came up with a genius idea!

I’ll just make them do it themselves!

By tormenting and... ahem! Persuading the gods with the most authority among the representatives, won’t the others naturally lower their heads when they see the scene?

If even the greater gods are subjected to humiliation, how can they hold onto their pride?

If they don’t want to be in a similar situation, they’ll have to crawl obediently.

So, in simple terms, the reason I’ve been tormenting the Magic God and the perverted crow earlier is purely strategic!

There are no personal emotions involved!

“If you’re going to say that, at least fix that smirk on your face first.”

‘It’s not my will! It’s because of the curse!’

“Since when did your facial expressions become unrestricted?”

Tch! This is what I get for dealing with a sharp old man!

Anyway, I have a justification!

And with that justification, I have the right to act!

Now, no one can stop me!

Alright! Be my obedient toys, pathetic gods!

For now, I’ll stop messing with the Magic God because I feel like he’s going to explode if I keep pushing him.

The closest god around here is...

Oh, right. Wasn’t the God of Martial Arts supposed to approach Frey?

I walked up to Frey, who was dozing off in the corner, and grabbed her cheeks. She immediately opened her eyes and tried to headbutt my nose with her forehead.

Startled by her sudden action, I stepped back. Frey also blinked in surprise, then looked around.

“...Huh? Wasn’t I just fighting?”

“You can’t even tell the difference between dreams and reality? Your intelligence must really be on the level of a beast. Foolish swordsman.”

“So it was a dream. Tch. How disappointing. I was having an intense battle with Lucy.”

What am I to you that you’d go so far as to try to defeat me in your dreams?

Just because you give me that look doesn’t mean I’ll spar with you! If I fought you, I’d genuinely be worried for my life!

No matter how ugly or dirty it gets, I’ll remain the idiot who wins in the end! To change the topic, I asked Frey if she had a good chat with the God of Martial Arts, to which Frey tilted her head.

“You mean that weird blue thing?”

“Is there anything else?”

“Hmm. He kept saying weird stuff, so I just let it slide.”

Her words about how she didn’t like hearing the God of Martial Arts talk about swords made me involuntarily feel sorry for the God of Martial Arts.

A god as revered as the God of Martial Arts being disrespected by a kid like this... Honestly, it’s not like I can blame the god, since it’s the god’s own choice to bring this disaster upon themselves.

Anyway, it seems impossible to summon the God of Martial Arts through Frey.

So what should I do now? I walked up to Ganshu and asked him to pass a message to the God of Martial Arts.

I’m not sure if it’ll work, but it’s worth trying.

“The answer has come back. He said that if you do as promised, he’ll gladly cooperate with your plan and will do his best to persuade others as well.”

Really? That’s all it takes to get him on board?

I wonder how much Frey must have disrespected him for that.

I suppressed the rising pity and approached Frey, crossing my arms.

“Hey, fool swordsman. Couldn’t you just be too dumb to understand? I think it sounded plausible when I heard it.”

“...Really?”

“Why do you keep trying to think about pointless things? Nothing smart ever comes out of your thick skull.”

Frey frowned but didn’t outright deny me, instead raising her sword.

By the way she’s talking about it, it seems like something’s bothering her, but I’ll find out soon enough.

Frey changed her stance.

It was lower and more stable than the usual stance she used.

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At first, it seemed like it didn’t suit Frey, but my thoughts changed the moment she swung her sword forward.

The sword swung, and the sound of the wind being sliced followed.

The shockwave created by the swing made my hair flutter.

“Oh. It’s real. As expected of Lucy. Impressive.”

If you say that to me, doesn’t it feel like the God of Martial Arts is going to faint from embarrassment?

See? A response already!

[The God of Martial Arts is moved by your actions.]

[The skill [Reflex Enhancement] is granted!]

[The God of Martial Arts promises you his active cooperation!]

...Huh?

Oh.

Hmm.

Come to think of it, isn’t the God of Martial Arts actually a huge pushover?

While watching the shattered island fragments, the Pope couldn’t smile despite obtaining the shard of the Evil God he had longed for.

Though it was a thing of the past, the power of those figures remained vivid.

They were truly heroes, for they managed to snatch hope from the depths of despair.

Had it not been for those figures, the main god would have had difficulty achieving victory while carrying the burden of insects on his back.

Remembering that miracle from back then, the Pope found something odd in this situation.

It was clear. Those figures had not given their all. He hadn’t witnessed the miracles blooming out of misery today.

Why? Was it because they feared that this island would be erased from the world? Or had the long years weakened their will?

No. That could never be.

Heroes are those who, even if erased from this world, will never break.

They are the ones who will gladly sacrifice themselves for what must be achieved.

The reason why such heroes withdrew so easily was solely because of one thing.

“The main god allowed me to take this.”

The main god wouldn’t have supported what I wanted to do, so perhaps it was the main god’s own confidence.

Whether he thought that I would achieve nothing, or that his apostle would easily stop me, it didn’t matter.

“I thought I worked hard, but it seems I’m still lacking.”

Brushing off the dust, the Pope stood up and was about to use his final powers to return to the mansion.

But at that moment, he felt a sense of unease.

Normally, as the Evil God’s powers had been overused, the powers of the gods should have become stronger, and it should have been increasingly difficult to control their abilities. Yet strangely, there was no difficulty in handling them.

What’s happening?

Frowning, the Pope, who possessed the powers of Agras, realized that for some reason, the good gods were scattering their powers.

Had they welcomed the coming of the mythic era, or were they fleeing in fear?

Why were they scattering their existence like this?

Who had given them courage?

Ah. What a foolish worry.

There is only one being on this earth that possesses the same nobility as the main god.

With a light laugh, the Pope gathered his hands and prayed towards the great main god and his apostle.

And once again, he made a resolution.

No matter what, even if he had to stake everything he had built up, he would make this the greatest and most terrible trial.

I broke out in a cold sweat when I heard the voices of the people beyond the door.

I thought it was good that I made the gods submit and force them to follow my opinion.

But after that, you guys should figure it out!

Why do I have to be your representative!

A group with Messagaki as their face! It’s horrible to even imagine!

Should I run away now? I’ll just pass everything on to Faby and do my own work.

“Okay. Young-ae. Let’s go.”

I smiled awkwardly when I saw Faby’s bright smile.

At least my translator!

No. That. What is it? Put a nasty old maid next to me! Please!