The Impersonating Daimaou Wants to be Hated (WN): Chapter 117

 

Chapter 117: End

 The approaching golden spear. The three of them, temporarily released from their vow of reverence before the danger of their Lord and Master, generate curse with all their might. By turning their powerful energy, they each began chanting.

"The world is a bloody place where corpses are piled on top of corpses. All are in chains, and no one can escape. You are one of the prisoners of this world. Don't let go, don't forgive, eat each other. The sins you accumulate in this way are the proof of your life."

"Once you are born, reach out to all possibilities. Go beyond the limits, go beyond the extremes, go beyond the ultimate. That is your proof. The seed that falls to the earth will eventually engulf and cover the world."

"You are the only one in the world illuminated by the full moon. I need nothing else. Please fill me, my love. I think only of you today as I pour my blood into the empty glass."

 A large amount of ether flows into this lower material world, starting from the beings called "apostles". The consciousness that has been raised to reach us in the macrocosm manifests itself in this world as a unique frequency. For a brief moment, it overrides the perception of me and Arama.

"Fall equally [Hellscape]."

"Come, let us go to the end of evolution, [Forest that swallows the star].”

"Fuck and drink up [Red Night]."

 The ether of the spells, which has been kneaded, converges and is transformed into a material substance.

 The material world is a world that is large enough to swallow the central continent with room to spare. Three worlds, each with its own rules and vastness, try to stop the Golden Spear...

"Absolute inevitability [Ron Ginnus]."

 Defeat was already predetermined.

 The golden spear's iridescent radiance destroyed the three worlds in turn.

 First to be destroyed was Kasadora's world, which by its very nature has the smallest deployment. Next was Urnast. Then Honea's world cracked.

"Shadow……ーー”

"No, you should withdraw."

 A fist caught the devil in the cheek.

 Even the maximum deployment that can be activated in the current situation could only stall, and in the face of such power, Kasadora struck Urnast from behind and blew her away as she boldly tried to challenge it head-on.

"Honea, let's do it."

"You're being violent."

 I guess she was worried about Urnast, who had already been exhausted after offering me a large amount of power just a few minutes ago, but what was she going to do if Urnast sulked from the attack just now? (Exciting).

"Pleasure is the Sunshine of the Sun."

"Converge and end."

 In the face of a single spear that destroys the world, the black flame and the arranged cause-and-effect challenge, are blown away by the rainbow-colored power.

"Tchh!!"

"This is... I see."

 Kasadora and Honea, each with nearly half of their bodies obliterated. The two of them immediately inject a large amount of curse ether from the higher material world and use it to reconstruct new bodies, but in terms of stopping the spear, its victory has already been decided.

 Well, even if they are my apostles, this is what will happen when their power is restricted. Rather, they did a good job.

 I admire the golden spear that destroys the world, while praising their efforts.

 It's so beautiful. But... hmm. I'm troubled.

 It's something that Arama shot out of passion, so if possible, I'd like to accept it as a friend, but if I take the brunt of this blow, I will probably have to sleep until the end of this era.

"Haa. It can't be helped."

 I observe more than ten thousand material fluctuations occurring in the possibility world, or the higher material world. Normally, I would select the most convenient one among them and fix it in the lower material world by lowering the frequency to fix it as the so-called reality.

 Well, what should I do? It is probably useless to solidify the ether and create a new material.

"...That's why I'm sorry, but please switch places with me."

 It's too much trouble to think about it anymore, so let's just quickly fly from the future when I wasn't hit by the spear and determine that future as the present as it is. I'll reduce the inconvenient time when the spear hit me to ether and send it to all of you diligent people.

"Gyaaaa!? Chrono-sama. Chaos-sama's unreasonable behavior again!!"

"Wai!? Wait!? Wait!? That all!? Seriously, all that? All of that is bad news!?"

“Chrono-sama, Chrono-samaaa!!” 

 Somewhere I thought I heard the sadness of a god and his apostles who had been given more work, but it must have been my imagination (lol).

 Just in time, the material world that Honea was deploying shattered. With the disappearance of the higher material world that had overwritten the lower material world, the surroundings have regained their original calmness.

 Satanalia's room was cracked by the powerful ripples of power and seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Arama is standing quietly in the center of the place on the verge of collapse, spear in hand.

 Rainbow eyes shot through me (Hawawa. I-I'm getting wet ❤).

"Even in that state, you can still prevent my attack? It seems you do not intend to leave quietly, my friend."

"Fufufu. That's a foolish question, my friend. How could I back out when the game is about to enter a new phase?"

"Even if I bow my head?"

“Eh? Hmm... hmm? ......No, it's still not good. I'm afraid I won't pull out this time."

 It's not often that Arama bows down, and as for me, I'd like to do as much as my friend asks, but there are a little too many interesting toys in this era to leave in the middle of the game.

 Perhaps he expected my answer, Arama nodded once without much disappointment.

"I see. I was sure, if only for some reason, that you wouldn't pull out this time."

"What? Is it an appeal that you understand me? It's useless to say something that makes my womb ache like that. In the first place, why are you taking the liberty of taking the Daimaou's character? You usually say that it's not good for us to be on the stage too much."

"Why? Fufufu. Why?"

 The golden mana emitted from Arama turns rainbow-colored, and the entire Demon King's castle shook up by the wave of mana that has mass, "Not good! The whole castle is shaking!"

 ……Are? Did I miss the point?

“Originally, we are supposed to invite people to a test and sometimes give advice or help the candidates to overcome their trials. Some friend of mine, who had promised to be discreet, somehow pushed the candidates away and is now trying to become the star of the show. Can you understand me when I say that? My friend."

"Eh, um. O-oh? You should have said so from the beginning. If you say so. The best way to do that is to use a little bit of information. If you want, I can lend you my beast, too."

 I smiled at him as if to say, "It's special, right?" But he didn't even smile at me.

"There are more candidates than ever before. And if even we are in league with the candidates, even if we use three apocalyptic beasts, it won't even be a test."

 His golden hair stands up.

 Uwaa! He is in a rage. Arama-sama is in rage~ (lol).

"Wait a minute. I have not yet finished punishing the bad children who sealed me up, right? There is a possibility that there will be a big war between the disciples."

 I'm tempted to go so far as to make him even angrier. For the time being, I will try to be a gentleman (oops... a lady, or a maiden?). I'll try to hold back my mischievous feelings and seek a rational conversation.

"No, the results have already been made. By the time Satanalia forgives the other disciples due to your resurrection, the possibility of a serious conflict between the candidates is almost zero. Besides, if you have no intention of putting Emerald to the test, I can no longer allow you to do as you please.

 Uwa. Wondering why it came out at this time. I knew what Arama was going to do, but when Kasadora brought up Emerald, I couldn't have foreseen this. I must be the one who has the inadvertent attribute of being a woman. I have recently been exclusively using the female body, but I think it is safe to say that I have already mastered the art of being a "woman".

"......If that's okay with you, the initiator of the yin, fine, but how about inadvertently fixing inadequacies of thought with concepts such as attribution?"

"Wait, Arama. Isn't it too much to read people's thoughts from a while ago? I can't read Arama's thoughts at all, it's unfair, unfair (boo, boo)"

"That's how weak you are now. I'll take over now, so why don't you go back to Nerulia's place like an adult?"

"I-don't-want-to. Absolutely,-don't-want-to."

"Yes, of course. Then let's decide on Tama-tori."

 Tama-tori is one of the games we often played when I have a dispute with Arama, and it is a simple game in which the player loses if the object designated as the ball is broken first.

"Okay, but what are you going to do with the balls?"

“That is strange. We are the Daimaou and the Founder. What else is there to bet on but our heads?"

 Two stones are summoned in Arama's hand.

“Is it a heart-shaped sealing stone? Sealing... each other's body?"

"That's right. Each person's power is added to the other's power, it will be extremely difficult to break the curse alone. The loser will be at the mercy of the winner for a thousand years. What do you think? My friend."

"Very well. But if I win, I am not confident that I will not do anything to you in the sealed state. I don't want you to be angry later."

"It's the winner's right. I won't get angry. If I win, I will make you an obedient follower for a thousand years."

"Then, if I win, I'll fuck you for the first time in a while."

 Arama and I have been through a lot with each other, but I feel like making Arama squeal after a long time. Probably because I have been living a lustful life recently.

"You can do whatever you like. Also, regarding the limit of power, how about this level?"

“Hmm~? ...Fine. What about the tampering of casualty?"

"As long as it does not significantly alter the history, you can do as you please. Now, I'm going to switch the output to the planetary sphere."

 Arama changes his form from higher material and switches to energy-saving mode. The appearance is the same as before, but the presence that used to cover the stars has become much smaller.

“Hey, the difference between me and you is still quite large."

“Either one has the same output within the planetary sphere. The reason why you are so exhausted is because you still have a large amount of material left in the high-order matter... do you want to die?"

"It was you who gave Celicia the equipment that allowed her to isolate my body in the material world in the first place."

"Absolutely inevitable, [Ron Ginnus].”

 The spear released from Arama pierces my heart.

"Hey? If you're going to stab me, you should stab me with your meat sti... ckkk!?"

 Arama, who had closed the gap between us, took hold of the spear's handle and pushed my body down to the floor. Arama's power transmitted from the spear made me tremble.

“The difference in power between you and me was more than that of a star and an ant. Even if you were to break out of the seal, there was no need to go to the trouble of coming out with such a body. Are you...... offending me?"

 Grind*, grind*. Arama mercilessly steps on my private part.

 I am a maiden who is trampled by the angry Arama. I must observe this from various angles.

 That's why I decided to create another me and observe the play between me and Arama from the side.

"Fufu. Arama. If it's you, my love, I'll accept any kind of play."

 Come on, come on! And when I, lying on the floor, beckoned, Arama made a scary face and swung his spear. Throwing it at me.

“What, you won't do it?...... wait, ara?"

 As soon as it touched me, Arama's power forces me to undo the irregularity of having two bodies in the world. I am back to being one. And since my wounds are still there, I feel anemic.

"Okay... cough*, cough*... y-you're being mischievous."

 Uu~. Something makes me dizzy. I have no choice but to bring the intact me from the past and overwrite the past me with the present me. Oya? I've found some inconsistencies in various places, such as the continuity of the time and so on. But it's too much trouble to make adjustments, so I'll just toss the excess ether to Chrono and the others and ignore the rest.

“Gyaaaa!?”

"Noooooo!?"

"Fufu. Work today, work tomorrow? Fufu. Fufufu."

 I saw a god with empty eyes, but is he all right? I have not seen him recently, but I hope he will take care of himself (worry).

"Without the use of your natural characteristics, you can't heal even that degree of damage. That is who you are now. You must be aware of that."

 I catch the sealing stone thrown toward me. The stone was already filled with Arama's power, so I poured my power into the sealing stone as well.

"The game starts when each player wears a stone."

"It's fine, but... you're not going to start it right here, right?"

"Is this to prevent that from happening?"

 By that, it was the video of the Founder and the Daimaou that I am showing to everyone in the world. In it, the Daimaou is wounded at the hands of Aquim-kun, who galloped in at the danger.

It appears that the resurrection is not yet complete.

 "I'll give humanity ten more years."

"Ten years? I thought that you, who love this era so much, would take this opportunity to demand a hundred years or so."

“That would have been fine, but it would have made the excitement of Aquim-kun's existence seem anticlimactic."

 Strike while the iron is hot. Now that the legendary Daimaou has been resurrected, there is no way I will not use it for Aquim-kun's legend.

"Or rather, if you're going to say something like that, wouldn't it have been better if you'd given me another three hundred years from the beginning?"

"You already know. How many times have you let your beloved children do their own thing and miss an opportunity? This is an era where there are so many talented people. It must not be wasted."

"Well, I understand what you mean."

 There have been times when people have made us think that they could reach God rank without our intervention, and each time Arama was excited, but that joy was in the past.

 Without our intervention, they always end up in the same course. Races that continue to increase on the ground without trials and tribulations will eventually start a war over a small area of land and scarce resources, and go toward self-destruction. Interestingly, in that case, no matter how many of the candidates slaughter their own kind, they will never God rank. Is it wrong that the opponent is too weak, or is it meaningless just to counter the violence of numbers? For the time being, Arama and I agree that it is a matter of motivation.

 After all, there is a difference in the exhilaration of winning a game that is challenging compared to winning a mud match that you yourself feel empty about. This may affect the degree of activation of the mental material.

“It is clear from past cases that once a candidate misses an opportunity, the probability of success drops dramatically even if you try to give him or her a trial thereafter. I was surprised that two new candidates emerged, but considering that the current candidates are several steps ahead of them in terms of talent, I saw no reason why I should not make a move now."

“You make it sound like you don't want to move if you have a reason. You cover it up with that poker face, but the truth is that you're about to cry because you have to kill those pretty girls...... ah, wait, wait. Stop using [Ron Ginnus]."

 Chrono and the others will die if I add more work for them (lol).

 I raised my hands in a surrender pose, and Arama gave a single sigh before lowering his spear.

"I'm just kidding... I have no intention of fighting you anymore."

 Kasadora and Honea stop moving behind Arama.

"Daima... Founder-sama?"

 Urnast asks me with her gaze, so I shrug my shoulders lightly.

 Soon everyone stopped their battle stance.

"Yare, yare...this is a great opportunity. I would have liked to fight more."

"Well, I'm talking about now. Isn't ten years too soon? What are you going to do with Elana and the others?"

 Next to Kasadora, who is looking at me, Honea puts her finger on her chin and makes a troubled face.

“Certainly, a mere decade is not enough time to make a candidate, let alone a god, right?"

“There is no need to raise them… is it correct to assume that they are disposable?”

 Everyone's eyes are drawn to me as Urnast confirms this. Hmm. I was actually going to tell them who I am and train them as my apprentice after I had a good time playing Aquim-kun, but now that this has happened, I have no choice.

“As you guys are concerned, it will be impossible to bring those girls up to the level of Celicia and the others in just ten years. But even if you let them participate in the final ordeal with the addition of Arama in their current state, they will end up dying without being able to do anything. So..."

 I looked around at my lovely apostles.

"I command you, my apostles, to take those who are qualified enough to be candidates and make up your strongest teams...... you guys can do that, right?"

"""According to my lord's command."""

 The three of them kneel and bow their heads. I looked at Arama, my Friend, who turned his back to me without saying anything.

"See you soon. My friend, Chaos.”

"Yeah. See you soon."

 Ten years, a momentary separation like that of a blink of an eye. But I, a maiden, gaze at the back of my beloved with a wistful expression. I am unintentionally enraptured by this good scene, as if fate is tearing apart the two people who love each other. And yetーー

"Wait a minute."

 Satanalia stopped Arama with a scary face. Her face was so upset that I couldn't believe it was from the child who was excited about getting to know her younger sisters.

"Hoh, did you break my magic with force?"

 Arama's mouth rises slightly (j-jealous).

"Those rainbow-colored eyes. You are the one who has been telling the Daimaou-sama some instructions from time to time, right?"

"What if I am?"

 The wall shatters into pieces. Stepping on the wreckage, a naked maniac comes into the room, her shining nude body exposed in all its glory. No, it's a beautiful woman.

 The beautiful woman, Floria, seems to have forgotten the smile she always had, and has a super scary face like a beast.

 Floria cracks her fist. Her feet go straight to Arama.

"I'm going to kill youu."

 Satanalia is standing next to Floria, who looks super scary and says something super terrifying.

"Be consumed by a never-ending nightmare."

 Black mana dispersed in a mist from her whole body wrapped in black armor, and thenーー

 Heartfelt message. Together, light and darkness challenge order.

"Fuu. Very well. Come at me, Chaos's dear children. And feel it. This is the test you must pass."

 A swing of the golden spear. The dazzling brilliance becomes a light of destruction, swallowing everything in its path. (Eh? Me too?).

 On this day, the long struggle between the Kingdom of Light and the Demon Kingdom came to an end.