Kingdoms and royal families, guarded by dragons, had enjoyed fame and honor from generation to generation.

  In the world of Fantasy, that was the absolute truth.

  The Dwarf Kingdom had changed a lot since we transitioned to the 5th curriculum.

  Although it already did well during the 4th curriculum, it flourished even more in the 5th curriculum, where flush toilets had become widespread.

  It was also thanks to the dragons’ protection.

  In the 4th curriculum, dragons that served as guardians of countries disappeared because Noebius, the Supreme Dragon of Oblivion, Annihilated them all.

  Now, however, since Noebius slept peacefully for 2,000 years, many countries remained under the protection of dragons.

  “Hmph! Dragon protection. Drugs are much healthier!”


  “I won’t argue with that.”


  As the Addicted Spirit said, Guardian Dragons did little for humans.

  However, it was precisely due to the fact that the country was protected by a powerful dragon that the people fully supported the ruling elites.

  Dragons only made their move in the most extreme cases, like during a war that threatened the country’s independence, an uprising of the nobles, a terrible natural disaster, or a threat to the life of a ruler or a member of his family…


  Small threats were of little interest to them, and they intervened only if the country’s army couldn’t cope with the situation by themselves.

  If they were needed, however…


  They destroyed anyone who opposed their will.

  The same was happening here.

  Someone, presumably Lanuvel, summoned an alien again using a magic circle.

  As a result, Malfaricia, the Queen of Wisdom, decided that a crisis had arisen in the Dwarf Kingdom, causing her to act as its Guardian Dragon.

  Fshshshsh!

  With a single flap of her wings, this silver dragon caused a storm.

  However, the enemy was also powerful.

  “Ignore Cursed King Malfart.”


  “Look for the Dwarf Prince.”


  “Look around. With his short legs, he can’t run far.”


  “Where is that dwarf hiding?”


  “Search harder!”


  In total, there were five aliens who called the Queen of Wisdom Malfaricia by her old nickname, “Cursed King Malfart.”


  Riding winged unicorns, they soared in the sky searching for the Dwarf Prince, ignoring the silver dragon’s attacks.

  Hmmm. I couldn’t understand their motives.

  Why would anyone have a grudge against a dwarf who worked all day in his workshop?

  I decided to ask.

  “I apologize.”


  “Kh?!”


  As the MAX-Class Impartial Hero, I always polled everyone using one method.

  Spines.

  “My name is Hero A, and I just happened to pass by. Anyway, I want to know something.”


  “Kh! Demon Lord!”


  “Do you know about me? I didn’t think I was that famous.”


  That made me even more curious.

  “The Demon Lord is here!”


  “The new Demon Lord?!”


  “Yes, it’s him!”


  “We’ll show you what graduates are capable of!”


  The intruders, previously looking for the Dwarf Prince, rushed at me, avoiding Wisdom Queen Malfaricia’s bombardment.

  Were they so confident in their abilities?

  I took a look at them.

  ? Race: Space Human

  ? Level: 999+

  ? Job: Holy Fighter (Boxing = Divinity ↑)

  ? Skills: Boxing ZZZ, Synergy ZZ, Punching ZZ, Sprint ZZ, Dexterity Z…


  ? Status: Motivated, Gain, Fighting Spirit

  Their status was really impressive.

  Such was the strength of those who had completed Fantasy’s higher education courses.

  The one I held by the neck was no worse than the other four.

  But they were stupid.

  “You should have thought about why Graduate A, whom I am holding by the neck, is silent.”


  I didn’t know what kind of life they led after graduating from school, but they didn’t seem to come across strong predators like me all that frequently.

  [Spine]

  I threw Graduate A aside, taking care of his spine.

  Using divine power to extract or disrupt spines was different from simply physically tampering with them. Without the same power, it was impossible to resist or repair a broken spine.

  The Sword Princess was able to heal herself because I only caused simple dislocations and fractures instead of damaging her bones using “divine power.”


  “We are Fantasy Heroes!”


  “The best of the best!”


  “Can the Demon Lord even defeat us four at once?”


  “We will show what we’re capable of together!”


  They decided to rally with the power of friendship.

  They even reached the level of teachers in strength, but they still acted in an old-fashioned way.

  What era was it now?

  The dark age of the FFF-Class Demon Lord Pedonar, the sponsor of humanity, was over, and the golden age of the MAX-Class Demon Lord Parmamon had begun.

  Pop!

  Summoning my Perfect Holy Sword, punishing evil, I quickly dealt with the aliens trying to fight against me in close combat.

  Fshuk! Fshuk! Fshuk!

  No fierce battle ensued.

  “Kh?”


  “What?!”


  “Ah!”


  There was only utter obliteration.

  Three of the aliens who rushed at me with their swords or bare fists blazing couldn’t even understand what had happened.

  Their body just became exhausted and drained, causing them to fall from their winged unicorns.

  The reason was very simple.

  A blow to the nerve between their 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae resulted in paralysis of their lower body.

  No matter how many commands their brain sent to it, nothing would ever happen since I had cut off its connection with it.

  ? Admiration: This is really amazing. This is a deity’s true power.

  ‘You have a lot to be proud of, too, beautiful Trainee Teacher!’


  ? Embarrassment: Don’t tease me. You haven’t even seen me.

  The Max-Rank Righteous Deity knew no lies.

  “Right! The Drug Hero doesn’t lie. Lies simply come out on their own whenever he opens his mouth, so… Ah?!”


  “It seems I have been negligent for far too long of punishing the Addicted Spirit with my fingers!”


  The “Demon Lord’s Power” was insignificant as it was borrowed from my father-in-law along with his Dark Energy, but the “Hero’s Power,” which I acquired through my own efforts, was different.

  It was 100% pure divine power.

  Although it had its weaknesses, for example, when fighting invertebrates, those were just exceptions to the rule. In all other cases, it was an extremely effective force.

  “H-hik?!”


  The remaining alien, realizing that four of his colleagues had been instantly incapacitated, tried to escape.

  His profession was Holy Archer.

  He took cover behind his colleagues, using them as meat shields, and attacked from a distance.

  I hated archers.

  In films and cartoons, the heroes easily avoided the hail of arrows or bullets, but the reality was different.

  Assuming one was level 100, they could still be easily killed by an arrow shot by a level 3 archer!

  “Where are you going?” I asked, jumping up to him.

  “H-have mercy! We were only asked to deal with the Dwarf Prince! We weren’t planning on going against the new Demon Lord and Cursed King Malfart!”


  “Who asked? Lanuvel?”


  “No! It was a woman I didn’t know! She introduced herself as “Fantasy’s Wrath.” Everyone hesitated at first due to her murky personality, but she offered us Solonium as payment, so we decided to fulfill her order. I’m being honest! I swear!”


  “Fantasy’s Wrath?”


  Alien E was telling the truth when he said Lanuvel wasn’t using the magic circles.

  If so, who was it?

  I didn’t even have a guess.

  ? Haste: Junior! I will find out who their customer is using my connections in the universe. You just devote yourself to the search! There are still four people left!

  Fugitive Senior was right.

  If the graduates didn’t know her, chances were very high that even I, with 200 years of experience in the world of Fantasy, was unfamiliar with her as well.

  If the customer were another alien, it would make sense.

  Could it be a Mollansoft agent?

  But why did she introduce herself as “Fantasy’s Wrath,” then?

  ‘Okay, I’ll trust you on this, Fugitive Senior.’


  ? Pride: It won’t take long. I also don’t want the school that made me who I am now to disappear. So devote yourself to your quest! There are four targets left!”


  I, his MAX-Class Junior, knew that very well, so he didn’t need to repeat it twice.

  Ethics, Mathematics, Cooking, Swimming, Chemistry.

  I had done a good job already. But the fact that there were still four of his ex-wives left was truly amazing.

  There were too many cheerleaders in his squad.

  Pshsh!

  The silver-scaled lizard returned to her human form as she approached me, shouting in gratitude.

  “Great Hero!”


  “Hello, Malfari.”


  “I express my deepest thanks for your help! I thought I might lose the prince again because of the attack of these villains. My heart almost jumped out of my chest due to my fear.”


  As if to prove that this was no exaggeration, her breasts, wrapped in a thin silver cloth, swayed up and down.

  Out of politeness, I asked. “Are you alright?”


  “Thanks to you, o’ great Hero, I’m alive and well.”


  “That’s good. I wish I could talk more, but I’m busy right now. If you need help, just contact me.”


  “Oh? Okay!”


  I was about to leave when I suddenly stopped.

  “Malfari.”


  “Yes?”


  “Meet the vampires of the Western Continent so they can hand over a mollanphone to you.

  “Mollanphone? What is it?”


  “You’ll know when you see it.”


  “Since this is a request from the great Hero, I will unconditionally follow it. You seem to be thinking about a method of communication, so I will contact Archmage Shakespeare of the Western Continent as soon as possible to hand me a mollanphone.”


  “You are truly the Queen of Wisdom.”


  Her title evidently wasn’t just for theatrics.

  I just threw a few words, but she immediately understood everything.

  With a wide smile, she said, waving goodbye, “For as long as I, the Guardian Dragon, live, the Dwarf Kingdom will always knock on the anvil in your honor, great Demon Lord.”


  ***

  Although I was delayed on the Eastern Continent due to minor alumni intervention, Fugitive Senior’s army wasn’t idle either.

  On all five continents, they fought over the Chaos Artifacts.

  Bang!

  Clink!

  Bam!

  The teachers killed many of their soldiers.

  Some of the teachers died, but the army of Fugitive Senior thinned out much faster.

  We were in Fantasy, after all. They could do nothing about it due to their limited supply of resources.

  ? Discontent: You’re speculating again, junior. I am the king of a galaxy. Resources harvested from roughly 800,000 planets are being replicated by Android Soldiers on 3,000 artificial planets.

  ‘I don’t need this knowledge, Fugitive King!’


  ? Amazement: Do you have absolutely no respect for your successful senior? Do not call me that!

  Ignoring Fugitive King’s request, I moved further east.

  Fantasy was a round planet.

  If I flew further east, I would soon find myself on the Western Continent, where Connoisseur Shakespeare lived.

  ? Reminder: Death Maelstrom is ahead. This is the main obstacle blocking the sea route between the Western and Eastern Continents.

  ‘I see, Trainee Teacher. Thank you.’


  Amid the “endless waters” between the Eastern and Western Continents, a whirlpool revolved like the drum of a washing machine.

  “Let’s go down there, Drug Hero!”


  “I’ve been there already.”


  The maelstrom led to an underwater village called the Ship Graveyard, where the strongest guardian of the planet lived.

  To get out of it, one needed the help of this creature.

  I could get out by myself now, though.

  “Then let’s take a look!”


  “I’m busy.”


  The President of the Universe whispered to me to go straight to the Western Continent but just passing by like this felt lackluster and disappointing.

  Therefore…


  Pop!

  “Wow?”


  I dropped the cutest bomb before I left!