A Guy Who Hates Neto X Re Reluctantly (？) Does Netori. 1504

Chapter 1504 – The Realm of Death

“Do some work.”

This is what Almiraz, who called me home, spit out as soon as he saw me.

She sighed as she stared at the horse poop.

“Instructor. How long has it been since you last lectured?”

“Hehe.”

I had nothing to say, so I laughed and Almiraj lowered her head and looked at my face from underneath her.
Sararak.

Her long black hair falls and her ample breasts bounce. As I was trying to lose her gaze, she squeezed my nose.

“Don’t just smile cutely and gloss over it.”

“Ouch…”

It is reasonable for Almiraz to say this.

Even in my opinion, I am not qualified to be called an instructor.

Having too many other things to do is no excuse.

But I still feel less guilty because my lectures go well even without me.

“Well… Even if it’s not me, the assistants, including Raz, are doing a great job.”

These are absolutely not empty words. It’s actually better than what I teach.

Mr. Lee Poong has been strengthened by years of actual combat experience. Ms. Mine is popular among female students because she teaches them fighting methods that only women can use. The Black Knight, a noble knight with refined and powerful swordsmanship. Miles that can be considered from the students’ perspective. Even Lena supports them.

[Why were the intangible groups excluded?]

That bastard is not worthy of being my assistant because he is a dereliction of duty who spends his days drinking and rolling around.

[For that reason, it’s not very popular among students.]

That’s all blushing.

In any case, the students are receiving high-quality lectures that are better than what I am teaching.

Since Renea said that the money to hire the assistants is deducted from my salary, I am also contributing to the lecture.

[And. Self-justification is terrible.]

You. It wasn’t right these days, right?

[Shoot. Come on.]

Are you going to ask a disgrace to beat you up?

[Well, I was wrong…]

“Well, the instructor’s skills are difficult, so I think an in-depth course for children who have reached a certain level would be more suitable than a regular class. In fact, there are instructors who only teach advanced classes by dividing them into beginner and advanced classes.”

“Huh? This is an advanced course? Am I at that high of a level as an instructor?”

“Of course.”

“I would have been moved if it hadn’t been for the capitalist smile.”

Almiraz smiled and sat in front of me.

Even today, I am wearing a very desirable outfit of jeans and a tank top, with the bra straps slightly visible.

It even smells like good perfume.

“Now.”

Almiraz naturally extended her hand to me.
She and I are often alone, so she can work on regaining her lost magic.

It is said that the current Almiraz is a highly skilled warrior, but he was originally a magician.

Almiraz, who received the penalty of ‘forfeiture’ from the gods, lost all the stranger’s skills, including magic, and only I can restore that magic.

Although she is little by little, she seems very happy to be able to use even simple magic, so it feels rewarding to her.
But. That’s not why I called you today.

“Almiraz. Let me ask you a somewhat sensitive question.”

“Hmm~?”

She seemed to realize that I had called her for a different purpose than usual.

“What is it?”

“You said it was confiscated, right?”

“Ah… I did.”

It was only for a moment, but he seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Just thinking about that time makes my teeth grind.

Don’t bother asking why she’s in a situation where she’s being confiscated until she tells you first.

“After the confiscation. How did you find out about the Forgotten God?”

“Umm~”

It sounds like you’re in trouble.

If I tell you, it would be a violation of the contract with the Forgotten God or something like that.

“If it’s hard to say, you don’t have to say it.”

“No. It’s not like that. Haha…”

Almi Raj let out her strange breath and ran her hair through the back of her hand.

“Actually, my memory is vague too.”

“It’s ambiguous?”

“Yes. After the confiscation, I was so, so mad. To the point where I was out of my mind.”

Anyone would be upset if everything they have learned so far is taken away.

Although I was also confiscated, I wasn’t very impressed because I was confiscating powers that I don’t usually use, such as user skills, and I took revenge in my own way.

“I think I heard the same voice…”

“Voice?”

“Yes. It wasn’t clear, it was like an echo… But it was a voice that I could somehow understand what was being said.”

Almiraz acted according to her voice, and before she knew it, she had the ‘Book of Prophecy’ in her hand and was said to have been given the power of ‘Special Seal’.

“I didn’t mean to just sit there and be mesmerized by the confiscation, but that doesn’t mean I was trying to find a forgotten god.”

While she was burning her revenge, she suddenly found herself in a contract.
Almi Raj said she once called the forgotten gods losers.

As the saying goes, the Forgotten Gods are a type of sealed being whose names and existence have been forgotten after being defeated in the war of gods before the race.

Could such people have influenced Almiraz…?

One thing we can know for sure from this.

The system did not prevent the intervention of the forgotten god.

What she doesn’t like is the knife-like blocking system.
For example, in the past, when pagans tried to mention even a little bit about God, didn’t the gods themselves take action, such as silencing the surrounding sounds or preventing them from opening their mouths at all?

If you think about it now, the gods only become stronger when there are many people with faith, that is, when they become famous, so there is no reason to stop them like that. The will of the dimension must have given the gods a warning.

The reason that such a system did not prevent the intervention of the Forgotten God is because they have some purpose…?

I had a feeling that the Forgotten God-related quest was a bigger quest than I thought.

“Almiraz. Could it be possible for me to talk to the forgotten god?”

“Well, there are very rare times when I hear a clear voice…”

At the end of the conversation, there was a book in Almiraz’s hand. It’s probably the book she calls her book of prophecy.
With this book, she even caught the actions of her reincarnation, Kaitsu, and almost caught him off guard and resurrected the forgotten god.

If it weren’t for King God General Dre, I wouldn’t have known what the world would be like by now.

Almiraz handed me a book.

“Is it okay for me to touch it?”

“Okay then.”

When I thought that it might be more important than I thought, Almiraz grinned.

“You’re okay.”

“…”

My face is heating up.

I cleared my throat and picked up the book.

That moment. A poignant feeling that sweeps over my whole body…!!

…

I can’t feel anything.

I opened the book. But…

“Blank paper?”

“Sometimes there’s writing, and sometimes there’s nothing. Even if I don’t read it, just having that book tells me what I shouldn’t do in the future and what I should do. It’s been quite a while since I heard about it.”

Para la rock. I turned the pages, but nothing happened. It’s just a book.

Umm~

How do I get the Forgotten God quest?

When I come into physical contact with Almiraz and restore her magic, I feel like a part of the forgotten gods. Should I pursue this?

While I was in trouble, a good idea occurred to me.

I put my hand into the subspace and took out the item.

“It’s violent.”

Dissatisfied voice and eyes.

The head of God given to me by Gaia. He is the god of silence.

Almiraz looked surprised.

Come to think of it, she had hinted about her god’s head, but this was her first time seeing it with her own eyes.

“Wow. That’s bad.”

Almi Raj sneered, raising the corners of her pretty mouth.
From her point of view, it feels good to see her fall because those bastards took away her power.

The silent god who got teabagged is tsk. She clicked her tongue and then looked away. Should I have to deal with people like you? I feel the same arrogance. I patted his head and said.

“I have a question.”

“Question? Hmm…”

He grinned meaningfully, so I smacked his cheek and threw him on the floor.

He stomped on her head and shouted to Almi Raj.

“Bye! Baby!”

“Huh? Kyaha.”

Almiraz, who was only momentarily taken aback by her, soon stood up with her excited expression on her face and she stomped on the head of the god of silence with me.

“Knock, gag, keuhuh… Now, wait a minute…”

After a while, the begging voice came out and stopped.

Where is your child lying?

“You are prohibited from smiling unpleasantly from now on. Do you understand?”

“…”

“God has no right to remain silent, you bastard!!”

Quang! He threw him on the floor again and this time hit him with a stick.

Almiraz cheered me on from the side, saying “Baby~ Fighting~” And occasionally kicked the head of the god of silence.

“Ah, I got it! I got it!!”

The child is fussing.

Have you forgotten how many times you tried to subtly screw not only Almiraz but also me?

Do you think I can forget that grudge?

“So. Why are you laughing?”

“I just thought there was no sense of crisis… Now, wait a minute!! Listen to what I say and hit!! Don’t raise your head!!”

Chet.

Throwing things away is also a subtle touch.

“You know that the darkness that hinders your perception is more terrifying than you can imagine. If you give in to it, it will strike you before even a rat or a bird knows. If you die, I will die too. I admit that my words were somewhat aggressive to raise awareness. “

It’s a preaching tone on the topic of apology.

Normally, I would have criticized him for giving advice, but since he was giving advice for his own prestige, I can trust what he said.

“I understand. I will take care of that too. But political enemy, that is not why I called you today. Do you know how to meet the forgotten god?”

“Meeting?”

The god of silence had a very mysterious expression.

It looks like a face thinking deeply about something.

“Oh? Do you know?”

“… They were defeated in the first place and are imprisoned in a place we don’t know.”

Many gods searched for forgotten gods for their own benefit, but no one could find them.

Many gods withdrew their interest, saying that they could no longer interfere in this world.

“Me and Nanar had different thoughts.”

The Silent God and Nanar believed that the reason the Forgotten Gods were not completely extinguished and only a fragment of their power was felt was because they had some role to play and were left behind by the system.

You had the same thought as me.

“Nanar and I investigated them in our own ways. In Nanar’s case, we tried to meet an ‘agent’.”

“Agent…?”

“An agent of dimensional will.”

Ah. I’ve heard of it.

There are ‘beings’ who represent the words of the will of the dimension.

“Even Nanar, who had the widest information network, could only get a small clue from one of his agents. Nanar, who had stronger information than me, failed, and since I was in no position to care about a forgotten god, I also stopped caring.”

But Nanar was different.

That bastard is a bastard who will yell if he thinks it will be fun, even if he thinks he will be at a disadvantage.

A person with a deep interest in forgotten gods continued to research forgotten gods even though he was busy and difficult, and eventually found a big clue.

“What is that?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“Do you want to rummage?”

“… Can you give me a glass of water?”

A face that feels unfair. I showed mercy and gave him a cup of water.

“Whoa.”

“So. What is that clue?”

“Our gods are broadly divided into three categories. Do you understand what they are?”

This is a well-known story, so I keep getting stuck.

She exchanged a look with Almi Raj and wondered whether she should throw it on the floor. She said that Almiraz would hold her index finger up for once.
I understand.

If you hold it in and then explode, the explosion will be even sweeter.

“A god who participated in the race, a god who refused to run the race, and a god who has already lost.”

Each God. Evil spirit. It is called the forgotten god.

The god of silence nodded.

“There is a special deity that does not fall into any of those three categories.”

“Oh?”

This is my first time hearing this?

“To be exact, he belongs to our race god, but he has no interest in winning the race and has no authority to win… He is a god who has been given the task of observation and recording by the will of the dimension.”

“So. Who is it?”

If I keep talking this time, I’m going to have to use this guy as a soccer ball and play a game of soccer.

Luckily for him. The God of Silence did not drag on the story this time.

“Record God.”