“It’s really strange. I haven’t received any reports of intruders from my people. Does that mean there are traitors? Well, that’s fine. That’s an issue I’ll have to figure out later. That sword that vibrates with a horrible stench must be the Holy Sword. Then you must be a hero who is a servant of that detestable God.”


  The Phantom King Shakespeare, the ruler of the vampires that live on the Western Continent. Given its lack of sunlight, it served as the best environment for vampires to live in. Originally, I had to visit the vampire cities in the middle of the continent to get help with my subjugation.

  But it wasn’t easy to win that cooperation. This was because it proved difficult to solve the various problems scattered around the city to build trust and convince the beautiful vampire mayors chosen by the Phantom King Shakespeare to help. They feared their ruler, after all.

  The tyranny of a one-man army that was too strong. That was one of the Five Great Disasters, the Phantom King Shakespeare.

  “A servant of God, you say? It is a very offensive expression. I am just a young man full of dreams and the desire to kill the Fantasy God.”


  I didn’t bother with the vampires’ cooperation. They were cumbersome to persuade, and the effect I received was nothing more than reducing the number of legions the Phantom King summoned. It was much more beneficial to fundamentally reduce the number of corpses by swinging the Holy Sword by myself.

  This was the regret that I felt after defeating the Phantom King in the 1st playthrough.

  “…You are a funny hero.”


  The original race and appearance of the Phantom King Shakespeare were unknown. It was said that he changed his body because of the wounds he received from a certain hero in the distant past. However, the wounds in his soul remained, so he set world conquest on hold and concentrated on healing.

  …This was the setting. But this wasn’t the truth. The Phantom King Shakespeare immediately restored the power of his heyday, a fact evident by looking at this vampire’s status.

  ? Race: Vampire Lord

  ? Level: 9999+

  ? Job: Tyrant (Violence → Domination↑)

  ? Skill: Command G Sorcery ZZZ Immortality ZZZ Possession ZZZ Immunity ZZ…


  ? Status: Good

  He was perfectly fine. There were no lingering injuries or seals at all. Nevertheless, all Five Great Disasters put their ambitions for world domination or world destruction on hold for various reasons, and the truth was that they were wary of the old dragon living in the center.

  Noebius, the Dragon King. The legendary evil dragon, which was infamous even before the remaining Five Great Disasters were born, deterred a possible war.

  Anyway, Shakespeare’s skill had a Level G among them. You may think that it was only one level difference from the Level ZZZ, but making one would require at least ten Level ZZZ skills to be sacrificed. The change in the combat power was visible.

  “So, do you use the hero as a weapon since you’re a villain?”


  In the 1st playthrough, the Phantom King Shakespeare’s Command was nothing more than a Level SS. That alone was enough to make him the Death Ruler, but now even his lowest skill had reached Level ZZ. As such, the Five Great Disasters had also become stronger.

  Enough to step into the realm of God.

  “It is the ultimate Command called memory resuscitation. There is no need for the soul or corpse of the dead. It’s a divine technique that embodies the information left. Modern Hero, don’t you want to prove it? The fact that you are stronger and better than your legendary predecessor. Take this opportunity to prove it. Of course, if you can survive. Hahaha!”


  The Command G effect was memory resuscitation. Let’s take a note. So, the abilities of the senior in front of me…


  ? Race: Ghost of a Righteous Man

  ? Level: 9999+

  ? Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

  ? Skill: Brave G, Holy ZZ Dark Energy ZZ Military ZZ Magic ZZ…


  ? Status: Holy sword, Saint, Holy Relic, Constellation, Divine Beast…


  The skill composition was as high as a member of the hero’s harem, regardless of race and taste. It was almost laughable. Wasn’t he too over-geared?

  “You a hero? Nonsense! The hero is me!”


  However, I was alert from the first exchange of words. The First Hero summoned by memory resuscitation gave an overwhelming feeling that he was a strong kid, perhaps due to the age difference in his appearance. But that power was real.

  Wheiiing!

  The Holy Sword summoned by the fake senior swept through the energy of all attributes mixed.

  The First Spirit spoke above my head.

  “The children were torn apart because of a fake me sitting on the shoulder of the fake Elfheim. It will take some time to get all the kids on our side.”


  “You are educating your children wrong.”


  “Uwah!? I can’t believe I’m hearing that from the drug hero…!”


  But the fake senior didn’t attack me right away and simply watched. The same went for the fake senior’s companions and harems. When I saw that attitude, a smirk formed. It was because they were waiting for me to finish my battle preparations.

  After all, he was a righteous hero. He wouldn’t make any surprise attacks.

  “Tsk. This hero has never been this relaxed before.”


  The Phantom King Shakespeare, who looked displeased at the fake senior’s party behavior, raised his arms. I knew the meaning of that action.

  Shriek…


  Shriek…


  Shakespeare’s exclusive ghost army was summoned, but the scale was different from when I saw it before. Human, giant, elf, dwarf, goblin, orc, troll, ogre, dragon, mermaid, vampire, hydra, Wyvern…


  All kinds of corpses sprang up from the ground. Its scale, which filled all the horizons that came into my sight, seemed capable of conquering the world. It wasn’t just the quantity that had increased, either. They were no longer bodies that rushed in naked without fear.

  ? Race: Dwarf Undead

  ? Level: 543

  ? Job: Watchman (Defense → Five Senses↑)

  ? Skills: Blunt Weapon SS Stamina S Stiffness S Grit S Iron wall S…


  ? Status: Madness, Resurrection, Submission, Insensitivity

  Dead bodies, armed with decent armor and weapons as well as decent abilities, abounded like ants. To be more specific, each of the countless corpses here was stronger than the guards of the Dumpling Kingdom. And it was a little rare, but…


  ? Race: Red Dragon Skeleton

  ? Level: 8983

  ? Job: Slayer (Slaughter = Annihilation↑)

  ? Skills: Flame ZZ Volcano Z Breath Z Annihilation Z Flight Z…


  ? Status: Madness, Resurrection, Submission, Insensitivity

  Some gave up conscience and common sense. Just one dragon on the ordinary Fantasy Continent was capable of destroying the world. And what’s worse? The Five Great Disasters that casually summoned these had yet to move in earnest.

  He spoke bluntly.

  “Young hero! Join forces with your companions and try to stop them! The Phantom King Shakespeare will teach you the horror of death!”


  “Companions? Ha!”


  “…What does that sneer mean?”


  I don’t like the way of thinking of the natives of the Fantasy Continent. They thought that all heroes use the power of friendship.

  “Shakespeare, listen carefully. The power of friendship is to preserve the weak.”


  I hadn’t been content to be weak so far. I could become stronger if I trained in the time otherwise used to gather allies and socialize. I was going to prove it from now on.

  “Haha! Are you claiming that you are strong even after seeing this? Hero, how foolish and ignorant-”


  “It’s here.”


  “What…?”


  “What the hero needs is the support of a large corporation, not colleagues. Keep it in your skull. Oh, if you have time to engrave it there.”


  Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Meteorites poured down from the sky.

  *

  From the point of view of the universe, superhumans and ordinary people were the same. If you throw them into a sun with a core temperature of 15 million K, they will evaporate in an instant. The same was true of black holes that absorbed even light. When caught up in its gravity, even planets were compressed to the level of fine dust motes.

  The current situation was similar.

  “It’s not the same level as attacking little by little with magic.”


  Meteorite Summoning Magic, which could destroy even a large city instantly, was designated as forbidden magic. However, if a sage or a scholar saw this scene now, they would think that magic was just a joke in comparison to a real meteor shower.

  The Western Continent was covered with glass.

  As the meteorites fell, it swept away the legion, and earthquakes and magma devoured the few surviving remnants. Even the sky wasn’t safe. Whirlwinds and typhoons raged amid the meteorites that constantly fell, disrupting the flight. Even the light methane gas that spurted from the cracks in the ground made it difficult to fly as it rose.

  At last, the quartz, a mineral composed of oxygen and silicon, and the most abundant element in the earth’s crust. Quartz was the main component of crystal, a vessel for magic on the Fantasy Continent, and was often used as a glass material on Earth.

  The quartz melted by the natural disaster was laid on the surface, and the tidal wave that came in to sweep away the heat-resistant weeds cooled it beautifully.

  ? Amazed: It has become a very beautiful world of jewelry!

  Miss Trainee Teacher seems to like jewelry, huh?

  ? Confident: Of course! I’m a woman too!

  It was a very unscientific logic to think that Miss Trainee Teacher is a woman just because she likes jewelry. Anyway.

  “Boris. Finish it.”


  The wise universe had cleverly laid the plate out for me to finish, but I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it. Jewelry, including glass, had a very high conductivity of energy. Therefore, it is always used as a material for magical catalysts.

  Like this surface.

  “Yes, Master.”


  The Level ZZZ exorcist summoned at my call touched the glass floor, pouring out the energy of exorcism. The energy spread, conducted by the surface of the glass.

  “Kyaaaah~~?!”


  “Aaaarghh~~?!”


  “Reeee~~?!”


  A ghost was a twisted being who refused to die. Therefore, it was very vulnerable to exorcism. The powerful ghosts that survived even the horrific natural disasters let out horrendous screams as they were destroyed.

  And what was left?

  “Cough-cough! W-what the hell is this…?!”


  The vampire, his body tattered, was kneeling and vomiting blood with his hands on the floor.

  The Phantom King of the Five Great Disasters, Shakespeare. He was left unable to do anything.

  ? Race: Vampire Lord

  ? Level: 1

  ? Job: Tyrant (Violence → Domination↑)

  ? Skill: Command G Sorcery ZZZ Immortality ZZZ Possession ZZZ Immunity ZZ…


  ? Status: Weakness, Exorcism, Bleeding, Confusion, Purified…


  What was noteworthy was his level. No matter how high the skill level, there was nothing he can do at that level to support it. To make matters worse, the land around him was full of Level ZZZ Exorcism. It would have been nice to see him completely disabled.

  But that level wasn’t my responsibility.

  “How dare you to dominate the hero and his companions even though you’re a villain? I will finish you after I deal with that impersonator!”


  It was what the fake senior said. He survived the natural disaster in which 30% of the Western Continent was destroyed. The same went for the fake companions and harem he protected. There seemed to be no stragglers.

  But was that possible with common sense? The First Spirit explained.

  “That guy is also a being that gets the attention of nature. It’s easy enough to escape the wrath of the universe. Simply put, he neutralized his misfortune with high-level luck. And because he has a lot of affection, he constantly practiced and researched so that his colleagues and lovers wouldn’t die. As a result, his ability to protect others has reached the level of a God. Keep it in mind when fighting him.”


  “Really?”


  What a coincidence. My specialty was breaking other’s mental states by killing their colleagues and lovers.

  “Hero! Lanuvel will punish that impersonator!”


  “Haha! Just hearing your cute voice gives me strength. Thank you, Lanuvel.”


  … I’ve decided that you’re the first prey. Pretending to be cute is a sin, after all.

  “Real Senior, just eat your popcorn while watching what will happen if you are hostile to this junior.”