21st Round What’s Your Name?

The electrocuted intruder looked terrible.

Both of her eyes burst, and blood gushed from her nose and ears.

I checked her stats to make sure.

▷ Race: Arch-Human

▷ Level: 0

▷ Job: Unemployed (Experience 110%)

▷ Skills: Interpretation A, Riding B, Barrage B, Accuracy C, Dodge C…

▷ Status: Death, Dislocation

She had definitely died.

But I wasn’t disappointed. After all, the life insurance here in Fantasy was in the form of resurrection.

One could resurrect not only useless pieces of experience but also villains who had important information, allowing them to interrogate them and get the intel they needed.

I couldn’t do it in the first round because the Saintess and my companions were against it, but it was different now.

“Tsk… It still angers me whenever I remember it.”

My companions constantly complicated matters.

They recused Inhabitant B, who was as useless as could be and left the high-ranking demons holding a lot of information untouched.

If I had squeezed all the information out of them, I wouldn’t have had to spend ten years on the 1st round.

I never thought Demon Lord Pedonar would be so weak.

“I don’t want to defend my father, but he wasn’t weak. You’re just too strong.”

“I’m average.”

If any other person who wasn’t a social outcast got into Fantasy, they would’ve gained the same achievements I did.

“How’s the damage from her attacks?”

“I have already restored everything.”

My cowardly wife didn’t stop the damage but repaired the aftermath instead.

She wasn’t a Guardian God, but a Creator God, after all.

It was as if she made time itself rewind. With a wave of her wand, the destroyed terrains and casualties all reverted to their original states.

She didn’t even need a saintess to resurrect the dead!

“Now, bring this lustful intruder back to life.”

“No.”

“Jealousy is out of the question right now, Ssosia. Your pelvis is much prettier. Do I have to constantly tell you that?”

“Niece! You are so shameless!”

Ssosia, who her husband and aunt had criticized, turned red and immediately began to make excuses.

“You’re twisting my words again! It’s not that I don’t want to do this—”

“Shameless!”

“Shameless!”

“I really can’t do it! Her soul’s now tied to the world of Fantasy and is prepared to regress and start a new life as a novice hero in the elementary curriculum.”

I understood what she meant.

She wasn’t abducted, but the system treated her like she was anyway since she got here through the Hero-Summoning Magic Circle.

It automatically registered the intruder as a hero.

She failed and died in the middle of her adventure. Hence, like any other student, she would be forced to regress.

As a result, even though her body was intact, she couldn’t be resurrected since her soul was nowhere to be found.

“That’s correct.”

“What about Lanuvel?”

“Her trail was cut off. I’ll check the magic circle and its surroundings. You take care of the Sword Princess and her son. You haven’t seen them in a long time.”

To my surprise, Ssosia said something really sensible.

But I didn’t think it was worth letting her go alone.

If the system admin got into trouble, our whole plan would fail.

It would be much worse than losing the Sword Princess and Chris.

Therefore…

“Ssosia, ride with the wind…”

I pointed to the black stingray, quietly letting me stand on its back even though I was the one who killed its rider.

“Se-e-e-e-e-ex!”

“… On this ramp-like creature that’s been making obscene sounds.”

Ssosia, who had already spread her ethereal violet wings and was about to fly away, had her eyes widening out of surprise.

“You’re giving it to me?”

“Yes.”

I could move quickly on my own.

Plus, this stingray was agile enough to dodge my attacks.

If Ssosia had this ramp, she could hold out against enemy attacks until I arrived.

“Ah…”

“What’s with that look?”

“I once read in a women’s magazine that husbands who give space horses to their wives are the coolest. At the time, I thought it was stupid, but now I understand.”

“What’s so special about it?”

“Space horses are a real rarity, my wonderful hubby, and they are the symbol of a successful woman. Even I can’t afford them. There are no other means of transportation as convenient as them when it comes to shopping in a neighboring galaxy since they’re fast and can hold quite a lot of luggage. Additionally, in an emergency, they’re great escape vehicles.

“Se-e-e-e-e-ex!”

“So… Do you like it?”

“Yes!”

“Okay.”

My cowardly wife, who acted like a child who just received her favorite candy, rode the space horse and flew west.

Giving her a cool car was enough to make her attitude towards me, her own husband, rotate a full 180 degrees.

“Heeheehee!”

“Why are you laughing, Addicted Spirit?

“My nephew is so cute!”

“Hmm?”

“Keep making her happy! Although she’s old, she has the heart of an innocent child!”

“Sure,” I said, waving it off as I landed in the middle of Duke Q’s estate.

At the same time, I released the Sword Princess and her son Chris, whom I had transferred into my Demon Vault.

Splat!

Slap!

Hopefully, their buttocks had cushioned their fall.

Confused, they looked around as they tried to figure out what had happened. I went to the local market.

“What was that just now?”

“A battle between a demon and an angel?”

“It was a dragon! I’m sure of it!”

“Are we safe now?”

Naturally, the lightning strikes that tore through the clouds made the townspeople anxious and worried.

However, they didn’t stay that way for long.

The residents of Fantasy were already used to seeing, adapting, and adjusting to all sorts of strange phenomena, allowing them to return to their usual daily routine with ease.

“I haven’t been to ordinary cities in such a long time.”

Each province had its own characteristics, and the domain of Duke Q was among the most developed. Still, compared to the huge futuristic city on the Western Continent, this city was indeed ordinary.

Perhaps I should make some changes.

▶ Race: Perfect Deity

▷ Level: 1

▶ Job: Great Sword Master (Hero = Demon Lord)

▷ Skills: Selflessness MAX, Love D, Courage D, Hope D, Friendship D…

▷ Status: Good, Holy Sword

I was the Hero and the Demon Lord.

I could activate both options simultaneously, but I deactivated my Demon Lord profession, full of Dark Energy, for now, and took on the mantle of the MAX-Class Righteous Hero once more.

Skills didn’t matter.

I was supposed to only have Selflessness, but it looked like my cowardly wife decided to play a trick on me.

And one more thing.

▷ Race: Perfect Human

▷ Level: 1

▷ Job: Hero (Experience 500%)

▷ Skills: Selflessness MAX, Love D, Courage D, Hope D, Friendship D…

▷ Condition: Good, Holy Sword

Even if I used the hide function, my race still stood out too much and could raise suspicion among heroes and teachers since they could check others’ stats. Only my cowardly wife could hide the title “Perfect.”

Regardless, the locals would remain oblivious to it anyway.

Except for Shakespeare, the Connoisseur.

“Are you going to meet the Sword Princess now, Drug Hero?”

“Yes, but I am a gentleman, so I’ll go through all the necessary steps to meet with her.”

“I thought you were in a hurry.”

“I am.”

But I had to change history wisely.

Everything needed to be well planned if I wanted to miraculously change the 5th curriculum within a year.

Fantasy consisted of five continents.

Suppose I devoted two months to each continent and devoted the remaining two months to El Molando, the city of angels to the north of the Central Continent, and the city of sea mermaids, I’d be able to do everything within a year.

However, would two months be enough for each continent?

It was hard to say.

After all, I had to consider intricately intertwined ideologies of many countries and the colliding interests of various people and groups.

Feuds, friendships, alliances, private sponsorships, marriages of convenience, contracts, jealousy, loyalty…

“Hey, Drug Hero, I’m getting a headache from all this. I’ll just lie down here and watch.”

The lazy spirit sprawled on my head, sniffling.

I sincerely condoled with all the spirits who had to accept this pathetic First Spirit as their boss.

“Mollan.”

“I’m not the boss! We are a family!”

“Mollan.”

“I’m telling the truth! Back me up here, my dear children!”

…

“Mollan.”

The Spirit Kings didn’t answer, exercising their right to remain silent.

“You’re making me upset!”

While the Addicted Spirit was in disarray, I visited the reception room at the entrance of Duke Q’s Swordsmanship Academy.

Each spring, many men and women gathered here to express their desire to enroll, but right now, there were only traders and parents who wanted to get permission to enter to see their children.

“Judging by your age, you didn’t come here to study. I suppose you want to propose to the Duke’s beautiful daughter— Ahem. I suppose you want to register for the tournament. What is your name?”

Upon seeing me, the employee immediately decided the purpose of my visit for me.

He looked familiar.

I knew more about his daughter than him, though.

She would marry a promising knight from the academy, who would die in a trap set by goblins just five days before their honeymoon.

In other words, she would become a young widow.

Although my companions criticized me for choosing to brighten up her loneliness, I still didn’t regret it.

“Mr. Manager.”

“Yes?”

“When your daughter is about to get married, advise her to postpone it for five days.”

“What?”

“Ahem! Let’s get started with my registration. My name is Parpar, and I’m 33 years old. Although I look young, I am actually a year older than the Duke’s daughter.”

“I don’t know if that’s your real age or you just love being called “big brother” by the ladies. Regardless, tell me where you’re from and what you do.”

That was a very good question.

I took out a ring from my vault and put it on my left finger.

The signet ring featured the head of a blue lizard.

Surprised, the manager dropped his pen.

“What is the name of the capital of this country? Moscow? Mosquito?”

“Moskar…?”

“Ah! Exactly. Moskar! The name seems to be correct. Haha! It has been a long time since I last visited the country of the woman who gave birth to me.”

“That can’t be…”

“I am a member of the noblest royal family and will become the sweetest emperor in the future, though I am a bastard child born in a barn.”

“I see…” The manager’s tone became polite.

Stupid fantasy savages were very weak against the words “imperial” and “royal.”

“What about the registration?”

“Sorry, I’m almost done. Having a magic ring, which only royal family members can wear, is enough to confirm your identity. Sir Parpar, what profession should I write for you?”

My ring wasn’t a mass-produced magic accessory given out to all princes and princesses.

Only kings could wear it.

However, the manager didn’t seem to be aware of this.

And since I identified myself as an illegitimate child, it was impossible to list “Prince” as my job.

What should I tell him… Ah!”

“Sword King.”

▶ Assumption: Do you miss Alex?

‘Eeeek?! Trainee Teacher! Don’t say such scary things!’

My heart almost stopped!