FFF-Class Trashero - Chapter 2

[2nd round] I should have been an epilogue...?

Ten years before the Demon Lord Fedonar broke his thumb.

I had a fragile time, too.

That day, I had a heated discussion with my high school friends.

On the old desk sitting around the circle, instead of a textbook, there was a magical girl.

The same class of girls said, "Those idiots again.” I had the same rude gaze, but my hobby deserves respect.

It was a healthy topic suitable for our age. T ra ns lat ed b y ｊpｍ t l .ｃ oｍ

“I want to get rid of studying and move on to the fantasy world · · ·. I want to save the Princess captured by the Demon King and marry her. ”

“Are you just a princess? I'm about to embark on an exciting adventure with the beauties of different factions of the fantasy world. ”

The two friends had a heated debate by revealing their tastes.

I declare that I will take another woman like a barbarian and make Harem an outcast from the Modern Society.

The girls' gaze at us was degraded from foolish to inferior to insects, but the two fantasy romanticists didn't notice it at all.

Next to him, it was not easy either.

T ra nsla te d by jp ｍ tl .ｃo ｍ “Adventure? What a bore. Is the science and history you've learned decorated? With nuclear weapons, we can conquer the world. ”

“Thirty points of science is going to build a nuclear weapon. Fantasy, 10 circle magic is forbidden. It'll wipe them all out in one shot! ”

“Phew! Magic? You're talking like a jackass. It is the truth that came from the unstable world! Have you ever heard of the Master of the Sword? ”

What you want to do in the fantasy world.

The dreams and hopes that my friends boasted were all just nonsense. I just threw it because I am an occult, a delusion that can never happen.

“Strong water. How about you? ”

As I went through the popularity rankings of the latest games in East Asia, Baton passed on to me as I listened to the stories of my friends.

Pressures of something staring at you. It seems uncomfortable to keep my mouth shut.

What do you want to do in the fantasy world? ’

I never really thought about it.

Mars exploration is much more realistic.

Automobiles, airplanes, if possible · ·. I need you to ask me where I can get to the ship. Mars might step on me before I get old and die.

The gaze of my friends staring at me is getting warmer.

I couldn't help but think about it for three seconds before answering.

“My dreams · · · ·. ”

Tr a ns lated by Jp ｍt l .c o ｍ That day, the comedy award was mine.

Sweet memories of the day before being abducted into the fantasy world.

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... what a sweet thing.

A long time after the expiration date, there were flowers in the mold.

My dream.

What happened to flushing toilets?

The same is true of the great emperor, the beautiful princess, the Grand Wizard and the sorcerer, the life that sits squatting on the bedrock or the bush.

A childish dream is not too late to think about it afterwards.

Now, let's put aside our archetypal memories and face a cruel reality with no dreams and no hope.

This was a very familiar room.

An arcuate dome with a white marble finish.

Instead of a white fluorescent light, the wall lantern emits a subtle purple glow that illuminates the interior from all sides.

On the bottom, there was a complex donut figure, and I split my teeth as soon as I saw it.

“Magic group for kidnapping mercenaries · · ·. ”

A fancy vocabulary, dimensional magic jewelry. T ra nsla t e d b y ｊp m t l .ｃ o ｍ

The man standing in the center surrounds me like a man in silver armor.

Royal knight.

He is like the elite troops of the fantasy world.

There was not a single palace knight who was nervous to see me in confrontation. I have no choice, I am now a ‘high school body'. There was no connection to muscles like bodybuilders like them.

“Huh, haha · · ·. ”

I laughed utterly.

There's no doubt that the palace knights are the elite, but there hasn't been anyone who looked away from me for a long time.

But faced with that absurd situation, I saved myself from losing the power I had built up over the decade.

My forearm, which was as thick as a log, turned into a patella. The rest of your body parts are going to be flaccid.

I don't know where the body is.

All the high-end equipment and supplies I had are gone. The years invested in collecting were nullified in a single regression.

It's not a dream.

It is not South Korea.

It's not Earth.

No matter how much I denied it, the reality did not change. However, I simply admitted that I was overwhelmed. T r a nsl a t ed b y jp mt l .c o ｍ

Ten years! Ten years!

If it's someone else's life, you say, "Oh! Yeah, you've been working on that dog poop for 10 years.” I would have been able to pass it off without much effort.

However, when you become a party, the story changes.

Ten years is a very long time.

It is enough time for the weak kid to work hard, be elected as national representative and become a world-class athlete.

If you get married and start a family, you will still be able to see the entrance ceremony of the first child to school.

Three years in middle school, three years in high school, four years in college. Even if it makes your life easier if you study for 10 years together?

Ten years.

Day 3,650.

87,600 hours.

For this long time, I longed for a day to return to Earth. Especially when I was humiliated and despised by my damn comrades.

I don't have enough regrets that I didn't want.

How can I just admit to this horrible reality? · ·!

“Welcome, warrior! ”

“...... ”

I was reminded of my mind by the aesthetic of my tails.

The owner of the voice was a spirited woman wearing a robe that emphasized a pure white aura.

A familiar face.

One of my colleagues who has decorated a part of my dark history.

But she wasn't with you until the last boss. He was buried alive because he fell from a ruin that collapsed during an adventure.

That day, I took the toast myself.

I thought I'd never see you again.

“Are you awake? ”

“No.”

Regression, retest.

It wasn't a bad joke.

“Well, yeah. Warrior, I need you to wake up! It's very confusing to be summoned so suddenly without notice. This is Fantasy, a world where warriors are born and raised. You can't expect to understand right now. I'm going to walk you through this. ”

1) The Demon King Pedonar woke up.

2) The crisis of humanity has come.

3) I summoned the warrior of the Trust.

4) Save the world!

She explained in exaggerated detail what she could easily organize in four lines.

I regretted everything I knew. That's it. I broke the Demon King Pedonar's cripple and put an Epilogue on it. I'm not a dumb warrior who came back from the dead.

“Oh my! I forgot to introduce myself. I am Ranubel. I am an archaeologist summoned by the Faithful during my quest to pursue an ancient legend. It means" the truth "in the ancient language. ”

Archaeologist's label.

A genius wizard with looks and skills.

I am a scholar and specialize in assistive magic rather than combat magic, but my overall vitality, vitality, and stamina are excellent as an evil explorer.

However,

“Don't smile at me. It bothers me.”

“Old -?! ”

She's the bitch.

The man who kidnapped me into this barbaric world.

If I had 1% of the Demon King's power left when I broke the Demon King's claw, I would have killed him first.

A woman who hates everything.

That was the archaeologist's label.

“Don't pretend to be cute. ”

But let's face it.

The eyes of the god who chose Ranubel were outstanding.

Before returning to the unknown future, I · · · · said, 'Wave 1’. I made a regretful decision in the same situation as now.

In other words, he was fascinated by the beauty of Ranubel.

In a nutshell, I was a teenager at the time.

And she was beautiful.

Her visuals are overwhelming to the extent that my favourite Gaming Character Cosplay actress is remembered as a squid.

But not anymore.

Ranubel was still beautiful, but I was different.

You've come too far to be lured by beauty.

“That, · · · ·. ”

“You want me to kidnap a healthy person and help them? Are you having fun? I can't even look at my face and laugh. Ranubel, it's the truth that's as twisted as the name suggests. Do you want to search?”

Ranubel's bright smile freezes.

I like it now.

“Sorry · · ·. ”

Ranubel, strangled like Zahra, apologizes in a crawling tone. But I don't know why the warrior is angry.

A warrior saves the world.

In this fantasy world, common sense was as acceptable as yin yang's harmony.

Summoned warriors take their dreams and hopes on an adventure.

All the warriors in the history books did.

Hiccup, I hear the sound of metal in your armor.

“My lord, the king is expecting you. ”

Waiting for the noisy lanubel to shut up. One of the palace knights standing around spoke on behalf of him.

Ranubel was always a supporter, even if he received a trust.

The cost of materials and magic catalysts entering the dimensional enchantment that I am currently on cannot be realized without the support of the state.

That is, there is a kingdom behind it.

“I'm waiting, too. ”

“... Yes? ”

“Why are you surprised? ”

“Yes · · · ·. ”

You become an incompetent palace knight who doesn't understand human language. It's my fault for wanting so much from muscle to brain.

Explain it to me easily.

“Think about it. How many warriors are there in the world to defeat the Demon King? ”

“Only you.”

The palace knights answered without much concern.

I'm the only warrior he says I am.

He is much more noble than a fantasy king who can be replaced by princes as much as a tire.

If I die, this world ends.

“Now you understand, right? If you want to greet me, tell the king to come quickly, without looking. My time is expensive. If you have any complaints, you can kill the Demon King. ”

“...... ”

Everyone who was impressed by my eloquent remarks lost their words.

You won't be able to argue with that.

Rebellion: In the old days, no one bowed their head in front of hidden gems. Lower yourself, warrior. The person who elevates himself becomes lower, and the person who lowers himself becomes higher. Humility is a virtue, but it allows us to be free from mediocrity.

Longevity nagging to teach me.

The arrogance of 'it’ was vague whether it was a human voice or a text message. The boundary was ambiguous because it was conveyed directly in my head.

So who are you?

Answer: I'm a professional teacher. You got an F in Personality. It's not easy either. But don't worry too much! I was sent here for you. I will do my best to help you become a warrior. With my teacher's license.

“Oh my God · · ·. ”

The moral teacher came to work in fantasy.

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