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Published at 3rd of May 2022 09:21:42 AM


Chapter 3

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[General Deacon POV]

The fighting here on the front lines has been fierce.  Following the projections of the scouts, we have been steadily taking ground.  We haven’t taken as many losses as we thought we would thanks to the heroes.  Over this past year that we’ve been fighting together, I’ve come to respect them.  The exceptions to that are the Hero and Saint, though.  Over the course of this offensive, they have become bolder in their attempts to kill me on the battlefield.

 

I have asked several of the other heroes if I’ve done anything to earn their animosity, but none of the others know why they are targeting me.  I’ve become so fed up with the attempts on my life that I have had to hold myself back from killing them both.  It’s really troublesome that they are needed to finish off the King of Fiends.  The only saving grace is that they only ever try to kill me on the battlefield, never in camp or on the march.

 

After another week, we finally caught our first glimpse of the King of Fiends.  It is truly a grotesque monster.  When one of the heroes first saw it, they started panicking and asking for the reason they were going to fight what they called a Shoggoth.  Later when I asked that hero what a Shoggoth was, they explained it was something out of literature from their world.  They went on to explain that there were many kinds of horrors like this in this specific kind of literature that, if they were ever seen, it would cause the person to lose their sanity.

 

When I learned of this, I was going to spread this information to the rest of the united army but was stopped when I was told that this specific creature was not one of that kind.  I relaxed a little after learning that.  I don’t know what we would have done if the King of Fiends was a creature that would deprive us of our sanity upon sight. 

 

That same night, while I was walking to the meeting between the generals, I overheard a conversation between the Hero and Saint.

 

“Brother, why is it taking you so long to kill that stupid fox guy?”

 

“It’s taking so long because he is always surrounded by people, and I can’t get a good opportunity to sneak up on him.  When he is by himself, he always manages to avoid me by putting a group of fiends in my way.”

 

“I see, then after the next battle, if you can’t manage to kill him while he is distracted, we’ll have to resort to trying to kill him when we camp.”

 

“But wouldn’t that basically scream, ‘Hey, we killed an important person’ and force this whole army to hunt us down?”

 

“No, it wouldn’t.  Remember, brother, you are the Hero, and I am the Saint, even if we killed everyone in this army after we kill the fiend things, the whole world will praise us as heroes and give us whatever we want.”

 

“Not to mention that even if that did happen, I have a plan to get us out of here quickly.”

 

“Really, what is it?”

 

“You will just have to wait and see, brother.  Remember these army people don’t seem to trust either of us very much.  There could even be some listening to us right now.”

 

“I guess that’s right.  Can you tell me why you want that guy dead again?”

 

“It’s because I want his tail to use as a fashionable scarf.”

 

“Riiiiggghhhttt, I remember now.  I’ll never understand why you like stuff like that though.”

 

“You don’t have to understand, brother, you just have to do what I say and get me what I want.”

 

“Yeah, yeah whatever.”

 

As soon as the Hero and Saint walked away, I felt an indescribable amount of rage build up inside me.  It continued to build so much that I lost track of where I was headed.  I was brought back to my senses when I found myself in front of the meeting tent.  I tried to calm myself down before entering, but I found little success.

 

Once I entered the tent, everyone present immediately noticed that there was something wrong.

 

“Hey Deacon, what’s wrong, why do you look like someone who’s about rampage?” Asked the Demon general.

 

“It’s because I’ve finally found out why I’m being targeted by the Hero and the Saint.”  I said not even trying to conceal my hatred for the two.

 

“And what is their reason?” Asked the Elf general.

 

“It’s because that danmnable Saint wants my tail as a scarf.”  I yelled, my anger growing even more as I said those words.

 

Everything in the tent went silent.  The shocked expressions on the faces of everyone would be quite funny if the situation wasn’t what it was. 

 

“So, let me get this straight, the Saint wants the Hero to kill you so that she can use your tail, as a scarf?”  Asked the Dwarf general, astonished.

 

“That’s what I heard her say just before I walked into this meeting.  And that’s not even the worst part about this.  She also told the Hero that, if he fails to kill me during the next battle, they will start trying to assassinate me in camp as well.”  The frustration starting to show through my anger.

 

“Those two realize that if they somehow manage to kill you, they will be hunted down after they kill the King of Fiends, right?”  Asked Princess Nia.

 

“Apparently, the Saint believes that everyone will treat them like gods because they saved the world.  Didn’t the ones who performed the summoning ritual explain that the heroes are usually sent back to their world or stay but lose all their enhanced powers after the King of Fiends is defeated to them?” I asked.

 

“They did, I even made sure I reminded them of that when we first arrived on the front lines.” Said Princess Nia with a perplexed expression.

 

“The only way anyone will treat them like that after this is if they somehow earn a Divine Protection, and I highly doubt that either of those two would ever earn that.” Said the Dwarf general.

 

“Exactly, no one has had a Divine Protection since the time of the first hero 600 years ago.  And if anyone has, I haven’t heard about it.” Said the Demon general.

 

“Now that I think of it aside from when they’re trying to kill you, General Deacon, has the Hero or Saint even really fought this past year?  Do they even have the strength to kill the King of Fiends?”  Asked the Elf general.

 

After she asked this everyone went pale.

 

“Princess Nia, immediately have one of the most trustworthy heroes appraise the Hero and Saint please.”  I asked with a bit of panic.

 

“Right away.” She said as she rushed out of the tent.

 

Twenty minutes later Princess Nia returned with a hero I recognized as a blacksmith.  After securing the tent again we asked the hero what the results were.

 

“Hello generals, I’m Blake Smith, I heard from Princess Nia what was happening, and I immediately went and appraised those two walking piles of trash.  Honestly, I’ve wanted to get back at those two for so long for what they did to my friend Jason, that if there is anything else you need me to do, ask me anytime.”

 

“Thank you, Sir Blake.  For now, all we need to know is if those two are even strong enough to fight the King of Fiends.”  I said.

 

“All right then, here I wrote down their statuses here.  If you want my opinion thought, I bet they could have beaten that disgusting thing a year after we were summoned.”  He said this as he pulled two pieces of paper out of nowhere and placed them on the table.

 

Name: Shin Grayson
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Class: Hero
Level: 100
HP: 50,000/50,000
MP: 2,500/2,500
Vit: 2,000
Def: 7,000
Res: 5,000
Str: 6,000
Int: -250
Agi: 3,000
Dex: 3,000
Skills: Light Magic LV. 10, Swordsmanship LV. 10, Increased Stats VS. Enemies of Humanity, Status Resistance LV. 10
Summoned Skills: Language Comprehension, Infinite Inventory, Frozen Aging, Appraisal LV. 10
Unique Skills: Holy Sword
Titles: Narcissist, False Hero, Enemy of Women, One Hated by Gods
Curses: Hatred of the Moon Goddess LV. 10, Hatred of the God of Summoning

 

Name: Sara Grayson
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Class: Saint
Level: 100
HP: 30,000/30,000
MP: 20,000/20,000
Vit: 2,000
Def: 3,000
Res: 8,000
Str: 2,500
Int: -25
Agi: 950
Dex: 700
Skills: Healing Magic(Holy) LV. 10, Purification(Holy) LV. 10, Mana Regeneration LV. 10, Increased Purification VS. Enemies of Humanity, Status Resistance LV. 10
Summoned Skills: Language Comprehension, Infinite Inventory, Frozen Aging, Appraisal LV. 10
Unique Skills: Holy Magic
Titles: Narcissist, False Saint, One Hated by Gods
Curses: Hatred of the Moon Goddess LV. 10, Hatred of the God of Summoning

 

Everyone in the room was shocked.  While the numbers were as expected for heroes except for Int.  The most surprising things were the titles and curses.

 

“Sir Blake, do you know the effects of these titles and curses?” I asked, hoping to get more information.

 

“I for one would like to know how they managed to get a curse from a goddess and manage to level it up.  I didn’t even know divine curses had levels.” Said Princess Nia, the surprise written all over her face.

 

“That’s the best part about all of this.  When I read the descriptions and effects of these, I could barely stop myself from laughing.”  Blake said with a wide grin on his face.

 

As he said this, he pulled another piece of paper out of his inventory.

 

Narcissist: Given to those who believe they are better than others.  Makes bearer more susceptible to unfortunate events.

False Hero: Given to one who has the class: hero but doesn’t embody the role of hero.  Make bearer’s stats rise slower while leveling.

Enemy of Women: Given to one who only see women as objects to be collected.  Makes bearer impotent.

One Hated by Gods: Given to one who has been curse by multiple gods.  Condemns bearer to torment after death leading to the complete destruction of their soul.

False Saint: Given to one who holds the class: saint but does not embody the role of saint.  Makes bearer’s stats rise slower while leveling.

 

“These titles are quite horrible.  I’m honestly surprised they have made it this far.” Said the Elf general.

 

“My guess is that most of the negative effects of these titles are reduced until they complete their mission to kill the King of Fiends.” Said Blake giving his opinion.

 

“That is probably the case.  What about the curses?”  Asked the Demon general.

 

“Here they are.” Said Blake producing a fourth paper.

 

Hatred of the Moon Goddess LV. 10: Given to those who have angered the Goddess of the Moon so much that they managed to level the curse up.  Decreases Int. stat, increases sense of pain 10x, severely weakens bearer during night(severity increases 10x during full moon).

{I curse both of you.  You should be thankful that us gods can’t descend to the world very much, or I would have come down there and killed you myself.  I guess I’ll let my partner take care of the both of you when she becomes strong enough.}

Hatred of the God of Summoning: Given to summoned people who willingly disregard their mission of helping the world for selfish reasons.  Once mission is fulfilled, denies the choice to return to the previous world, reduces stats to that of an average five-year-old child, makes bearer unable to level up.

{The both of you are disgraces of summoned heroes.  I don’t even know how the two of you managed to get the Hero and Saint classes.  Not to mention you two managed to make Tamamo angry enough to give your curse a level.  Even us gods were surprised by that.  Also, to the general of the beastkin, know that the Goddess of Fate is on your side.  She is going to make sure you survive this endeavor with the false Hero and Saint, so do your best.}

 

“Well, this is a lot to take in.” I said.

 

“That’s weird, this second message wasn’t there when I wrote this down.” Said Blake with a confused look on his face.

 

“It looks like the gods are looking favorably on you Deacon.” Said the Demon general with a grin.

 

“I guess so, though now that I think of it, I have noticed things go strangely well when I was avoiding the Hero when fighting fiends.” I said thinking back on every time I got separated from others during fights.

 

As we were about to continue the meeting, the soldiers on patrol blew the horn signaling an enemy attack.  As we ran out the tent, one of the patrol soldiers ran up to us.

 

“Generals, it’s the King of Fiends!  It’s leading the charge!”

 

“Sir Blake go round up the heroes, this is the final battle!  Hurry up, go!” I yelled as I readied my equipment.

 

“Sir, yes, sir.” Blake said as he ran off in the direction of the hero camp.

 

“It’s time my comrades, lets finish this.”

 

Author's Note:
Here is the longest chapter so far.  It wasn't originally going to be this long but I just couldn't stop writing.  Please don't mention my naming sense, I know it's a really bad pun but my sleep deprived brain finds it hilarious.  Also, surprise, I didn't kill off our main character's father.  If I did I would have put the Tragedy tag.  Thank you all for reading so far, look forward to more in the near future.  I'm gonna go to sleep now.





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