You Did Protect Mom, Right?

Nero Astra.

In the game I played, he only appeared as a setting, and despite being the reason for the war, he was already dead in the prologue, contrary to the setting.

In fact, the subsequent war was nothing more than cleaning up the mess he left behind.

Of course, it’s ultimately just background story for the game, but considering what I experienced in the world created based on that game, I couldn’t view the guy in front of me favorably even if it was just empty words.

All the tragedies that have unfolded so far.

Furthermore, when I think that the beginning of everything I’ve seen while active in this academy is none other than that guy.

-Boom!!

Flesh separated from that guy is split in my hand, and eventually shatters as it splits on the floor.

Of course, its composition is in the form of various corpses clumped together.

Even if I cut it, it will separate into individual entities or regenerate again, but the weathering phenomenon that started from the cross-section was interfering with their activities.

Because the hand blade that split that mass was forged not only with mana but also with holy power.

-What…

Is he perplexed that it’s not regenerating as he wishes?

The upper body of the giant, which is still regenerating and growing even at this moment, Nero Astra’s head begins to twist towards me.

A face writhing with countless dead clumped together.

The ominous light-emitting eyes buried in it were feeling an emotion of bewilderment.

None other than a being called a god.

He fixed his attention, unable to ignore what a mere human had done.

-Impossible, how can such a minuscule amount of holy power affect this body’s power…!

Haha, I guess he’s surprised that I cut my own hand with my bare hands.

-Slash.

But is now the time for you to watch me?

“You have a lot of leisure. You even have time to get distracted in front of me.”

The lowest level underground.

The flow of currents felt at the scene where countless debris has fallen due to successive collapses.

What carries the heat haze spreading in all directions was a sword gripped in the hand of a human infinitely small compared to the being called a god.

But the magical power imbued in that blade would split even the god’s head.

-Whoosh!!!

As if to prove that confidence, a whirlwind spreading out strikes Nero Astra’s head.

Even though the giant head was half torn off, Nero Astra didn’t take his remaining eye off the one who swung the sword.

-You, damned woman…!!

The remaining giant arm swings with temper.

Along with the trembling ground, corpses rise from the filth, and soon they begin to swarm around him.

-Stop that woman right now!!!

Kyaaaaaaah!!!! Kyaoaaaaa!!!

Dozens rushing in with horrible screams…

No, hundreds of minions increasing even as I watch.

But before they could reach the bitch, I jumped in between them.

-Whoosh!!

The giant undead bound by the thrown bandage.

The strength with which it resists the pulling force by planting roots in the ground was rather becoming the driving force for me to advance there.

-Crack!!

Rushing into the army with that force.

Another head fills the gap where a head was torn off by a kick, which is messily torn by a punch, and the body that gained momentum from that rotates fiercely, sharply shaving off the mana loaded in the legs.

-Slash!

The waist being cut.

From that state, the twisting elbow strikes the shoulder, and the forged hand blade bisects the head of an undead approaching with its mouth open.

-Slash!

Bandages spreading like snakes from that state.

While cleverly passing between the legs and digging deep, the corpses are rushing madly to bite my body.

Dozens pouncing after I’ve killed more than ten.

The moment hundreds of red eyes visible over their shoulders rush in aiming only at me.

-Slash!

The bandages spread among those guys quickly rotate in response to my will.

The sharply raised sides cut off the legs of all places they passed, paralyzing their movement.

They’ll probably rise again soon as it’s too much to put all the holy power into it, but all I need now is a moment’s gap.

So I run without looking back.

At that moment, as I advance crushing the bones and flesh of those coming ahead.

-Rumble!

The giant’s hand swings upward with a roar.

The protruding part of the ceiling collapses with that force, and following the falling debris, his attack is aimed at the bitch charging mana.

“Don’t stop!!!”

After rushing through the opened path, I jump using an approaching undead’s body as a stepping stone.

As my rotating body reaches that moment, my outstretched leg strikes the side of the swinging hand as if falling.

Not a direct hit, but as if grazing.

-Boom!!

The trajectory of the attack is twisted by that force.

In that empty space, the mana embedded in the sword that has recharged power again begins to spread forward.

Wind pressure that one wouldn’t think could come from a sword.

The body injured by that attack is pushed back and collides with thick bedrock, making the space tremble.

A miserable sight that one can hardly think of as a god.

-This…

As if feeling humiliation from that, Nero Astra’s mouth opened and a howl burst out.

-What are you doing!!! You can’t even catch one measly worm and you let it wound the body of your lord…!!!

Come on, look at him getting pissed over just one little scratch.

He seems to have been quite hot-tempered when alive, I wonder if he wouldn’t have died of high blood pressure if left alone without the revolution and all.

“Of course they can’t catch her.”

On the other hand, the bitch next to me is full of composure.

Resting the back of her sword on her shoulder, she approaches my side and begins to smile triumphantly.

“Our daughter has never won against me in a duel, but when we played tag, she was never caught even once. I can proudly say she’s the world’s best at running away, you know?”

“Are you bragging about your child being good at panty runs, you damn woman.”

And it’s not running away, it’s infiltration for assassination, you bitch.

Damn, despite lacking stamina, she somehow senses killing intent coming at her like a ghost.

-Don’t get cocky in front of me! You damned worms!!!

-Boom!!

Undead rising again with a roar.

But the atmosphere emanating from them is on a different level from before.

-Behold, these are the warriors who walked the path of domination with me.

Each one is properly armed.

Although they’re just solidified forms made by drawing in the surrounding filth and mana, holy power is originally a force that follows records.

Judging from what we’ve seen so far, it should be possible to plausibly implement figures from the past.

-Cavalry General Drektar, Argus the Mountain-Shaking Warrior, Metia the Star Caller… All of them belonged to my army and crushed the worms who opposed me. Do you think you, who are steeped in peace, can face those who conquered the chaotic world!?

Wow, officers with titles and all?

Certainly, I used to make good use of such guys in various ways in the game.

But is where we are now a game?

“Do you remember any of the names he just mentioned?”

“Hmm, I wonder? To Mom, everyone except Seine or him is pretty much the same. How about you, my daughter?”

“As it happens, I’m not very interested in studying history.”

I was closer to naturally grasping the settings after playing the game for about 10 years.

What little I know is from direct experience rolling around on the battlefield, but the guys called heroes there were merely ‘survivors’.

“And in my experience, none of the guys who talk about heroes on the battlefield are any good.”

-Shut up!!!

Undead rushing in with a shout.

The mana felt from their running form and the mana forging their bodies is no less than that of top-class strong ones.

But the one next to me is the strongest in the world view.

Not just a named character with good name and stats, but a being loved by the creator of this world.

-Crack!!!

With one sword strike, the ones at the front are mercilessly torn apart.

The moment those behind them are pushed back by the aftereffects or have their minds disrupted.

-Whoosh!

Bandages thrown through their gaps intertwine them, restricting their freedom.

Of course, it wouldn’t be difficult to break, but what I need is just a moment.

No, even less than that, just an instant.

-Whoosh!

Red trajectories left where the hand blade forged with flames passes.

As that heat spreads and bodies crumble and separate, a thrown stone destroys the head of a magician casting magic far away.

-Bang!

And I make a leap by detonating the mana in both legs. Relentlessly against the past strong ones regenerating behind.

-Whoosh!!!!

At the moment when attention is focused on me, a torrent of mana is shot again. Even as the army is swept away by the fired storm, one guy regains his senses and swings his sword at me.

A vicious blade aimed precisely at my eyes.

-Screech!

It’s pushed back upwards by a counter with a hand blade, and a fist swung as if aiming for that gap strikes the guy’s head.

A fist imbued with none other than holy power.

-Bang!!!

The head of the guy hit by that fist crumbles and falls powerless.

I stomped on that corpse and threw the cigarette in my mouth to the ground.

“Another person returning to Hades’ side?”

-Slash!

The strong ones of the past rushing in while raising their weapons without being intimidated by that sight.

Seeing them without any hesitation, a snort burst out of my mouth.

“Well, if you’re on the battlefield, you should fight.”

With a chuckle, the blades of both hands are forged, and I immediately counter the weapons they swing.

-Clang!

Striking weapons with hands, and at the moment I see an opening, killing them by hitting their vital points with a fist imbued with holy power.

Even that became burdensome to engage in fierce battle, but nevertheless, I swung my body with the momentum to drive them back while gritting my teeth.

I couldn’t let these guys swarm and draw attention to the bitch who was drawing aggro from the main body at this moment.

-Bang! Boom!!

What I felt in the midst of the fierce battle I was desperately unfolding was none other than familiarity.

Yes, this sensation I had experienced countless times on the front lines.

It’s faintly felt even in this collision with these corpses.

The sentiments of the brave ones who stepped onto this battlefield seeking honor and reward, even if it was once.

-Crash!

Isn’t it ridiculous?

The battlefield I saw was a world of survival of the fittest, not the law of the jungle.

The more enthusiastic you were in pursuing something, the faster you died.

Only those who survived to the end left their names and claimed everything.

Thinking of that point, these could be called losers who failed to even leave their names in history, despite their years of life and cultivated strength.

-Boom, bang!!!

Nevertheless, the emotional turmoil felt during this collision is.

Do they pursue everything I’ve felt even on this battlefield?

Even though buried in graves, they rise again, what are they trying to pursue from the battlefield?

-Boom!

Yes, even if they’re corpses, they probably aren’t completely without thoughts.

Even if it originated from lingering attachments, there must be some consciousness left to recognize the present…

And that fact will soon be the key element in the strategy of this fight.

The key to completely driving out this endless legion of corpses.

-Kyoooaaaaaaaa!!

At that moment, something huge rises from the ground with a horrible scream.

Its open mouth screams, advancing with the momentum to devour everything in its path.

Not only the terrain but even the corpses rushing towards where I am.

Like a dragon appearing in mythology devouring people like trash.

-Whoosh!!!

As that monstrosity is torn apart by the violently sweeping wind blade, the bitch who swung the sword begins to call me while panting.

“Seine, are you okay!?”

She’s out of breath and her posture is disrupted from unleashing a big attack.

To think that the one who had been splitting countless attackers shows such an appearance in front of me.

I can’t miss this good opportunity.

-Bang!!

But the stone I threw from my pocket collided with a corpse rushing in beside his head.

As the one with its face torn off collapses, the one who approached my side sputtered out gratitude towards me, though flustered.

“Oh, oh. Thank you, my daughter. I survived thanks to you.”

“Tch.”

“…You did protect Mom, right?”

“Think whatever you want to think.”

-Kyaaah!

-Kyaoaaaaaaa!!!

In the brief moment I was distracted, minions begin to fill the surroundings again.

The numbers are similar, but they’re different from the common corpses we faced at first.

Although they’re clumped filth, their forms are more precise, and the aura they emit is not ordinary.

His power is growing stronger as time passes.

As if the number of ‘corpses’ that act as the medium for that power is increasing somewhere.