How to Play a Villainous Boss 55

Chapter 55 – Oh, That’s Not How It Works (1)

I ordered Green, who returned after putting Red in the prison cell, to leave Orange, who is too much to hold today, in the room right next to Red, because his mind was broken and his whole body became overly sensitive this time in the hell of tentacle sensitivity development. Down It would have been an excruciating ordeal to carry Orangey, whose body trembled and gushed out tides, all the way to his prison cell just by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Orange is over, red needs to mature for two more days, and black is the last.

There is a reason why I keep provoking the hero. Because that makes the warrior strong. I have to keep him aware of the fact that I am an unacceptable villain. Only then will you not get frustrated and give up because of the difference in power, and you will be able to burn your fighting spirit towards me. It’s like I’m pushing you from behind so that you can keep moving forward, so that you don’t hesitate or step back in fear.

And this is a very important level of control. If I overstimulate it, they might attack me without looking back, just like in the trial of the duel with the blue guy last time. Provoking him to continue to burn his hostility toward me, but careful coordination is needed so that the hero does not lose his temper and start a fight with me.

Today… Rather than blindly insulting and belittling, it would be better to instill hope. The hope that you might be able to defeat me. The hope that keeps walking forward so that I can’t let go of everything in the end.

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“…Ha.”

The hero Luke sighed as he left the tower of the smoke witch, Cigarete Tabacona, in the kingdom of Elheim, the capital, El Harda. Indeed, at times he could not bear the weight of his position, to the extent that he doubted whether he was truly a warrior. In particular, even though the numerous magical biological weapons sent by the Smoke Witch suddenly came, the appearance of sweeping away the massive enemies in an instant with just a light gesture of snapping a finger.

Had he not been a villain, the spectacle would have been awe-inspiring. But he was evil, and he was an enemy he had to defeat.

But… Can I defeat him? Seeing the overwhelming gap between him and himself, the hero sighed again and gripped the sword at his waist. Luke came out of the entrance of the tower and headed to the back. There stood the magic scarecrow doll that Tabacona had made for him. It seems that she decided not to spare investment in the power of the hero who instantly eliminated the magic fog that she could not penetrate no matter how hard she tried. A place to live, a meal, and now even these training tools.

It was a bit burdensome, but the hero did not refuse her favor because he was not in a comfortable situation to the extent of refusal.

The gossip ends here. In front of the training magic scarecrow imbued with the magic of increased durability and automatic restoration, the hero emptied his head of useless thoughts and stretched out both hands on his waist. On his left waist hung a holy sword – Unikorga, a sword optimized only for stabbing, and on his right waist a spare longsword to be used against enemies unsuitable for dealing with a sharp sword. There was no need to use a scarecrow for training and even a holy sword, so Luke hung the Unicor on the wall and held a spare longsword with both hands.

“…Suck!”

As if unleashing a sword, a swift sword strike horizontally from left to right hit the scarecrow’s right waist. An unpleasant recoil returned to his hand with a dull sound of blow, but the blade did not penetrate even a millimeter into the shabby scarecrow’s wooden frame. Power entered the eyes of the warrior who saw the figure.

Of course, I have no intention of breaking some of the items specially prepared by Tabacona, but it is an attack with some power, but the fact that I can’t make a proper scratch on this scarecrow is a part of him who compares himself with Rag or Armageddon and shakes his identity as a hero. It was a very disrespectful thing to do.

The hero frowned and returned his sword. This time, from top right to bottom left, a heavy blow that focused more on strength than speed landed on the scarecrow’s shoulder. Still, perhaps it was because he had applied more force this time, but he could see the blade digging into the scarecrow’s wooden frame. However, there is not much difference from before. Unknowingly, Luke, who had come to his senses, put the sword back and put the holy power into it this time.

Divine power. It is the grace that the goddess bestows on those who follow her, the power of dazzling light to drive away evil darkness. Weapons other than holy swords cannot contain so much power because the total amount of holy power that can contain them is very small, but just by overlaying the holy power, even this cheap iron sword can produce power similar to that of a super-large man-sized greatsword. . Of course, with the same weight.

A power bestowed by the gods to defeat evil, defying the common sense of the human world. Wrapping it around his spare longsword, Luke thrust out his sword again. But this time, he didn’t swing it, but thrust it out with the momentum to pierce the center of the scarecrow. Although it is a sword specialized in cutting rather than stabbing, its power was not negligible as it contained divine power. If the previous two strikes were only 1mm deep, this attack penetrated a whopping 1cm deep.

However, Luke soon felt as if he was taking out his anger in a distant place by even using divine power to deal with such a scarecrow.

“Oh, that’s not what you do.”

Then, swallowing back the sigh that came out halfway through the voice of someone who could not be heard from behind, Luke hurriedly heard the voice and turned his head in the direction he came from.

There he was

A huge wall that Luke himself must one day overcome, an enemy that must be defeated, Baron Ragna Armageddon.

In this place, which, after all, was no different from the middle of enemy lines, he leaned against the wall and looked at this side with a look full of composure, as if he was pathetic.

“…Why are you here?”

“Is that so important? What the hell are you doing? Do you think your skills will improve just by taking your anger out on the scarecrow?”

“If you’re trying to get into a fight, just go. Don’t get involved in my business.”

“No, honestly, I can’t do that because I can’t see it too much?”

“…You, what do you know? You say that!”

At first, he tried to ignore it, but in the end, the hero couldn’t stand it and burst into anger. There’s nothing good to deal with, but it’s because it was hard to just listen and pass it over. He knows that he is stronger than he is, but that is only limited to his overall combat abilities, including magic. Judging from the fights he saw during the duel trial, he was superior to him in terms of physical skills in wielding weapons and moving his body. When he taught himself about swordsmanship, he couldn’t help but get angry.

It would be rather strange to put up with a lesson that would be difficult for an ally to laugh at and pass over, if it came from the mouth of an enemy who was less skilled in swordsmanship than he was.

However, when he heard his words, he laughed and laughed.

“I don’t know swordsmanship. But, isn’t that the same for you?”

“…”

“You didn’t learn it professionally like the knights of the kingdom, and it’s your swordsmanship to just wield it randomly, right? Of course, if your opponent is an ordinary enemy, it wouldn’t be bad to hone your swordsmanship and practice yourself, but isn’t your situation different?”

As he shrugged his shoulders and laughed at him as if he was insignificant, his hand holding Luke’s sword became stronger.

“Your goal is not to become a king or a swordsman, but to follow the goddess’s oracle and save the world, right? Your power was given to you. But why don’t you use that power, but use it in a distant place? ?”

“…Even if it’s divine power, it’s not omnipotent. It means that putting on power is possible only when the foundation to handle it is sufficiently established.”

“It sucks.”

Ragnar laughed at him and stretched out his hand at her side. There was a holy sword-Unikor he hung over the wall.

The holy sword is an item that can only be wielded by the hero chosen by the goddess. Unless you are the owner, you will never be able to wield it properly, and the moment an evil person grabs it, divine punishment falls. Even more so, there is no way that an enemy who should be defeated as a hero can be safely touched by the holy sword. But Luke deliberately didn’t say that. Even in this way, he thought that if he could give him a shot, he would feel a little relieved. However, the situation he wanted did not unfold.

“Now look.”

“…Uh?”

Luke couldn’t believe his eyes. At first he thought he might have been under a hallucination spell. But this was the stark reality. That sword that Ragnar Armageddon held in her hand must be her own sword, the holy sword-Unikor that only a warrior chosen by the goddess can wield.

…But why can Baron Armageddon hold that?

The holy sword can only be wielded by the chosen master. The other day, a thief who coveted his sword sneaked in and tried to steal the holy sword, and the thief who grabbed the handle of the holy sword eventually lost the use of one hand forever due to severe burns. If he was late to notice, not just his hand, but one of his arms would have had to be amputated.

The Holy Sword is what even a thief burns his hand the moment he carelessly touches it, much less how the hell can Baron Armageddon, the owner of one of the fragments of chaos ordered by the Goddess to seal it, hold that sword intact? Why is the Holy Sword, which is more repulsive the more evil it is, in the hands of that man who is not even the owner?

“You seem to know that the divine power of the goddess is something like a special move, but how the hell do you improve your skills while using it like that? Take a good look at it. The power you handle.”

No way, it can’t be, it’s nonsense. It is impossible. That kind of thing can’t happen.

However, as if denying my thoughts, what emanated from the holy sword in his hand was definitely divine power.

“…Uh, how…?”

“The difference between faith and fear is a piece of paper. In the end, the source of both powers comes from trust in the target. The vague hope that an invisible entity will protect you from danger, and the fear that an entity in front of you will suffocate you. Certain fears are opposite in nature, but the way they are used is not very different. Therefore, it is not impossible to convert evil magic power into holy power through a medium such as a holy sword.”

Every word that came out of his mouth seemed to have mass. If it was something that could have a physical impact, Luke would have already broken every bone in his body. That’s how shocked he was.

“Take a good look. It’s not just shooting with force, it’s important to overlay the necessary parts in the necessary form and sharpen them.”

In his hand, the unicor in the form of a sharp sword was enveloped in black and white light, and eventually became a single spear. The sharp blade, which seemed to symbolize the horn of a unicorn, split in two, split in the middle but became a spear blade that met again at the end, and the short handle, which was suitable for holding with one hand, was longer than his height. Ragnar Armageddon took a stance with the tip of the spear pointed at the scarecrow’s center, legs apart and his hand holding his spear drawn back.

Divine power, the power of light, gathers in the hands of those who dealt with the darkness. The blade of the spear was wrapped in dazzling light in an instant, and it was an amazingly completed form that Luke’s numerous memories of using the holy sword would not be able to match. It came as a great shock to Luke that the most sacred and ideal form of weapon, which he could only see in the hands of legendary warriors and mythical heroes, was in the hands of the villain he had to defeat. .

“The way you handle the divine power is no different from overturning the paint bucket on a thin canvas and throwing away the paper saying it ruined the picture. It needs. It’s not the same picture just because it’s filled with colors, right? This way, where to come out comes out, where to go in. You have to go in. The guy who has both skills and total amount of power, recklessly outputs it to the maximum whenever he uses his strength. Boom bboom bboom bboom, but it would be rather strange if an ordinary weapon could withstand it. Do you understand? Changing the weapon’s ability into divine power to suit the purpose and need, this ‘enhancement’ is one of the key elements of the power you handle. .”

Saying so, he thrust out the spear in his hand. The spear did not leave his hand, but the spear, which was only 1.5m long, pierced the chest of the scarecrow 5m away. The scarecrow’s chest, which Luke had been content with making a very shallow hole, had been completely pierced by his spear.

“See, right? I mean, apply it like this. It’s not just about squeaks and squeaks with power like shooting lasers from a bladed sword.”

Of course, the power of the holy sword itself must have played a part, but Luke couldn’t help but be shocked. Even so, he felt skeptical about his weaker appearance than the enemy, because he was much more skillful in using the skills he thought only he could use. Perhaps the real hero was not himself, but Rag or Armageddon. Ragnar Armageddon returned the spear in his hand to the form of a sword, put it in Luke’s hand and whispered in his ear.

“For a hero who saves the world, being weak is a great sin. So, become stronger. You have to struggle as hard as you can, to the extent that you can easily defeat someone like me. Otherwise, what, this world will perish?”

After Rag or Armageddon left, Luke, who had been standing in that position for a while, was stabbing frantically at the scarecrow with holy power wrapped around his holy sword.