21st Round Idiots

“Why?!”

“Try to calm down by touching the lustful body of your wife, and listen to me, master.”

“…”

“Wait! Wait a second! That’s not what I wanted to say! I am a noble slave, not a lustful one… Hey! Stop interfering! I’ll deal with my handsome husband myself!”

“…”

My cowardly wife showed symptoms of schizophrenia.

Would she be okay?

With her face flushed, she sighed.

“I’m fine. This is 100 times better than teaming up with my aunt.”

“Oh… Don’t even mention her, Ssosia.”

“Call me Ssosiel, master.”

“Hmm… How about Ssosia Cake?”

“No! Where did you even get such nonsense?! Don’t get carried away either! That name is blasphemous!

“Okay, stop yelling. Explain why I can’t go back already.”

I needed to know why I wasn’t allowed to return to my home planet even though I had fulfilled my duty as the Righteous Hero and defeated the evil that lurked within Fantasy.

Ssosiel replied, “In earthly terms, my aunt issued bonds to attract powerful beings in the universe as allies.”

“Bonds?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s probably too advanced for you.”

“… You’re about to get divorced.”

I asked again not because I didn’t know what bonds were but because I did not expect to hear this term here.

Bonds.

Essentially, it was when a country or company borrowed money from the population by signing a contract that stated, “Trust me! I will definitely repay my debt!”

So, what about the creditworthiness of the Fantasy Institution?

“You forgot? The Dimension of Fantasy is the source of Romantium, one of the two rarest metals. That’s why love and friendship are so actively promoted here.”

“… So?”

“If we fail to pay off all the bonds issued by my aunt, we will be bogged down in a deep pit of debt, which would mean creditors will haunt us forever.”

“It was Parmael’s doing. Make her take responsibility.”

“Unfortunately, these debts weren’t under her name. She got them in the name of management.”

“What if we sell the institution?”

“Along with us?”

“Oh, right…”

The system, which was the core of the Fantasy Institution, relied on the power of the “Demon Lord” and “Director.”

That made us inseparable from the system.

I had defeated evil as the Righteous Hero, but that obese woman left behind a bunch of crap that we now needed to clean up.

“The only way out for us is to abide by the rules?”

“Yes. We just need to pay off the debt little by little through selling the Romantium produced here.”

“Can we at least arrange a vacation?”

“No. If we leave the Fantasy dimension, its energy supply will stop, paralyzing the system. Real hell will unfold here. We are only allowed to visit the neighboring planet known as Parmael. We can do that anytime.”

“The place where the Festival of Heroes was held?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s settled!”

“What?”

“We need to move my parents there.”

“Ah! Hubby, are you a genius?”

” This is nothing for a hero like me.”

The reason I wanted to go home was that I wanted to take care of my parents.

Regaining my life as a civilized citizen was nothing more than a secondary cause.

“You are a wonderful son, Savage Hero!”

“I am, aren’t I? Continue praising me.”

I had already drawn up a rough plan of further actions.

I could just leave the debts to my wife and go live with my parents in the Festival dimension.

“You are the worst husband!”

“Has your MAX-Class husband not done enough for your success?”

What else did she want?

“Thanks to you, my husband, I became the Director of Fantasy, but if I were to lead this institution, it’d end in failure.”

“Why?”

“Because I am destined to be second. If I take the initiative in any endeavor, I’m bound to fail. Significant results are obtained only when I act as an assistant in the background.”

“… What if you hire a professional manager?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re the only one who can take first place for me. And you’re the only one I can effectively work with.”

“…”

Since when did my cowardly wife become so outspoken?

Ssosiel, who had already begun to regret what she had said, muttered, covering her face with both hands, “This can’t get worse…”

“Don’t worry. Your MAX-Class husband will pat your spine to calm you down.”

“How would that help me calm down… Huh? My body suddenly feels relaxed.”

“Let’s think about the rest tomorrow.”

I headed to the mansion with my limping wife.

Ssosia and Rice Cake fused, so their spine definitely would’ve changed. I wanted to take a close look at where and how it changed.

“Have a great time~♪”

“Se-e-e-ex!”

***

My wife’s medical examination carried out throughout the night went well. She turned out to be completely healthy.

I even reexamined her twenty times, but her diagnostic results remained incredible.

She was very healthy!

“Do I look healthy to you? I thought I was going to die yesterday!”

“Don’t be timid, Ssosia. You’re still alive, aren’t you? That’s enough proof that you’re healthy.”

“My niece is very, very healthy! Hehehe!”

“Oh…”

“Now, let’s get to work.”

We had a lot of work to do, from restructuring Fantasy’s faculty that made corruption flourish to reorganizing its ineffective curriculum.

In addition, we needed to catch system bugs hiding throughout Fantasy.

Ssosia Cake explained how we should deal with it.

“Don’t call me that.”

“But I like it…”

“Me too! Hey?! No! Not a chance!”

“Okay, okay, explain already.”

“The system, 69% of which was previously damaged due to a fight between my husband and my aunt, has already been stabilized again. However, the bugs that appeared while it was being fixed still remain. We have no choice but to find and fix them one by one.”

“Let the teachers take care of it.”

I only came up with this now, but it seemed like a really plausible idea.

“I plan to visit the faculty room later, but we have a staffing problem now because too many teachers have been sent to look for my aunt.”

“Then I recommend Trainee Teacher!”

“I already appointed her.”

“Oh? When did you find the time to do that?”

“She watched my husband mock me, so I sent her to the faculty room to stop her from messing around.”

“This is tyranny!”

“No! It’s a perfectly normal thing to do!”

“I’m sorry, Trainee Teacher.”

Having overcome evil, did I bring forth even greater evil into this world?

However, it was already too late for regrets.

Evil had already taken root.

“Don’t make your good wife sound evil! Trainee Teacher was very happy with my decision.”

“Oh, how is that possible…”

Did my secret friend, whom I spent such a long time with, actually hate me all along?

“Why do you turn into a complete idiot whenever Trainee Teacher’s involved?”

“Because she’s beautiful.”

There was no need for any other reason.

“Oh… Don’t get me wrong, hubby. She was happy because she was accepted as a teacher. The next time you meet her, she’ll already be an ethics teacher.”

“Ah!”

The day when the wild world of Fantasy would take the right path wasn’t so far away anymore!

“I’m a little worried because my husband has already stained her, though…”

“Don’t worry!”

Trainee Teacher’s beautiful body and soul could handle it!

It was time for us to get down to business.

Before Mollansoft’s inspection team arrived, we needed to catch bugs and create the optimal environment for education.

There was no time to rest.

“Dear Director Ssosiel~” CD immediately flew to us, the former music teacher who was now supposed to work in the town hall.

And then…

Bam!

She fell to her knees in front of my cowardly wife.

“What’s the matter?”

“Director! I really want to sing!”

“So sing.”

“My demon-like senior won’t allow me to sing at work!”

“…”

Isn’t that logical? I didn’t even have anything to say to her idiocy.

Hastily, CD added, “I resigned from my position as a teacher because I didn’t want to obey my grandmother, but I want to sing and play musical instruments again for the students!”

“… Husband?”

“Student Kang Han Soo, the most beautiful student in the Fantasy dimension! Please give me another chance…” The two women’s eyes were fixed on me.

CD’s reinstatement. Hmm.

The Most Handsome Hero in the Fantasy Dimension nodded.

“Then it’s decided. Angel Ssidiel, I am appointing you as a teacher.”

“Thanks! Hooray! I’m finally free! I will work hard!

CD disappeared, humming happily to itself.

At that moment, the boy, who had been silent since yesterday, spoke up.

“What should I do, father?” Green Cake said, who was finally ripped away from his nursing tit.

When he was separated from Parmael, he regained his independence.

Now, he was an entity that was currently not attached to anyone.

… Just like a student.

▷ Race: Green Dragon Overlord

▷ Level: 999

▷ Job: Transcendent Being (Ultimate → Breakthrough ↑)

▷ Skills: Faith GGG, Vitality GG, Size G, Giftedness G, Omnipotence G…

▷ Status: Anxiety, Tension, Apostle

From race to skills, his stats were insane.

He was no match for a perfect deity, but he had nothing to fear in the world of Fantasy.

He also became an apostle to Ssosiel and me.

Darkness

Light

I wanted to lend him “Human” and “Spine,” but it didn’t work.

That meant I hadn’t yet reached the point where I could transfer them to others.

I wasn’t disappointed, however.

That only served as proof that I still had opportunities for further growth and development.

I replied, “I’m not saying this because I want you to continue following me in silence and not because I forgot about you.”

“… Cowardly husband, what is that excuse? You raised Green Cake well … Hey?! Why are all our thoughts contradictory?”

“I want to entrust you with a very important task.”

“What is it?”

“Keep doing what you’ve done before.”

We left Moon A and returned to planet Fantasy.

***

There were about 300 days left before the Mollansoft inspection team’s arrival.

We needed to hold an inspection of our own before then.

“Great Demon Lord! This is Mollanphone 2, which the heroes will be provided with. The flying ship waiting for you in the sky has also been upgraded and is now known as Mollanfors 2. We promise to destroy anyone who so much as attempts to block your path.”

“Good.”

We started from the Western Continent.

Shakespeare presented a new invention.

“Please take a look at this android that will be working on Mollanfors 2, Demon Lord and Mrs. Director.”

▷ Race: Super Android

▷ Level: 1

▷ Job: Scientist (Knowledge = Magic ↑)

▷ Skills: Magic F, Magic power F, Learning F

▷ Status: Blocked

That wasn’t impressive at all.

What was there to look at?

It wasn’t even made of the best materials, like Boris, who protected the Demon Lord’s tower, so even its durability was low.

As if reading my thoughts, Shakespeare explained.

“We used the cheapest materials for it. Even if heroes defeat it and sell its parts, it won’t make them any money. Its economical design is ideal for mass production.”

“Hmm…”

It still had no point, though?

“This android is designed for hunting heroes. It won’t give them time to rest and will force them to move on. While fighting, it will learn and share its experience with others of its kind. Even if they were to destroy it, its level is so low that the heroes won’t be able to grow stronger from it. Please look at it again.”

▷ Race: Super Android

▷ Level: 1

▷ Job: Scientist (Knowledge = Magic ↑)

▷ Skills: Magic MAX, Magic Power MAX, Sword Mastery MAX, Training MAX, Ninjutsu MAX, Shooting Bow MAX, Spear Mastery MAX, Witchcraft MAX, Strength MAX, Martial Arts MAX…

▷ Status: Blocked

I immediately saw how this android got stronger.

Since it was only level 1, its skills wouldn’t be as powerful, but its true combat skills would be much higher than MAX.

It was truly a natural enemy of heroes!

“Excellent.”

“To date, 741 units have been produced, and we plan to produce an additional 100 units every day and send them to Mollanfors 2.”

“I like everything about it except for its weak appearance.”

“That’s the highlight of it. It looks like a fragile beauty, but in reality, it’s powerful. Mmhmm.”

“You have unique tastes.”

Ssosiel, who was quietly listening to us, raised a question.

“And how should the heroes overcome these difficulties?”

Shakespeare and I looked at each other before replying.

“That’s the point.”

“They can’t.”

Tyrannical Director Ssosiel immediately roared.

“Are you two idiots?! Do you want no one to graduate from here?!”