Volume 6 Chapter 66 Antidote
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hey, King. Come with us to the meeting today,” Token said, his voice sharp but casual.
The ones who’d requested the meeting this morning were the editor-in-chief—yes, the very same who’d parted ways with us just yesterday—and someone named Token, or maybe Tou-kun. I remember them well. Their names stood out, and they were always yelling about something. Was it really Tou-kun? It had the same rhythm as names like Jonathan or Sebastian.
”I’m here as someone affiliated with the Great Temple,” I said quietly. “I have no plans to get involved in your war.”
Getting tangled up with people like them only leads to trouble. Naturally, I wanted nothing to do with their so-called meeting.
”That’s not it,” Token replied, brushing my refusal aside. “Playing this dumb war event seriously is a waste of time, right? But we want the clear reward, don’t we? That’s why we’re talking this out—even with players from the other side.”
According to the editor-in-chief, this world is just a garbage game. Still, even if that’s true… is it really that bad?
”Are they calling in Hero summons from the Lars Empire for some shady deal?” I asked, trying to connect the dots.
”Hey, don’t start acting all proper now,” Token said with a grin. “We’re not kids. There’s no external chat in this game, so we’ve had to get creative.”
He looked far too proud of that. Being sneaky must make him feel clever. For a grown man, it’s honestly kind of painful to watch.
External chat… I think I get it. Back in the day, during a war event in an MMO, there were always rumors. Groups secretly working with the enemy faction to boost scores. Even when the game blocked enemy communication, they’d always find loopholes. That must be what he meant.
Legal or not, games should still have some integrity. Is it really fun to cheat just to win? Maybe for some. Outsmarting others brings a twisted sense of victory. But to me, it just feels petty.
Still… this whole war is practically a fixed match anyway. I understand that much. So maybe I shouldn’t judge too harshly.
Unlike flashy summoned Heroes in games, here there are real backroom talks going on—ways to keep the damage in the real world to a minimum. Not everyone’s convinced, but if it helps lower casualties, then it’s worth it.
The danger comes if those Heroes go off-script. If they mess up the balance now, all the secret negotiations could fall apart. If things get too chaotic, the Totoana Empire might step in. If both of this world’s major powers start a real war… the devastation would be beyond imagination.
Should I go to this meeting after all? I don’t have much sway, but I might learn something useful.
”…Understood. I will attend,” I said at last.
”Alright,” Token replied, raising an eyebrow. “But don’t get cocky. Respect those higher in rank… or level, I guess. Strength decides status here. Got it? You’ve been hiding away chatting with NPCs, so you probably don’t know how things work.”
His tone turned smug. It was already arrogant to begin with, but now he sounded like a self-appointed superior. Definitely the kind of guy who gets off on power.
”Understood,” I said flatly.
”The correct response is ‘Yes’,” he snapped.
”…Yes,” I repeated, swallowing my irritation.
He smiled, satisfied. So easy to please. Does he not realize how dangerous it is to trust someone who’s just pretending to obey?
Before heading out, I gave orders to my subordinates. I had already chosen a loyal knight—one I’d been considering for command—and left him in charge. Even a short absence from the top can cause confusion. The meeting shouldn’t take half a day, but you never know with these things.
* * *
I followed the editor-in-chief Token to the meeting place—a large tent not far from the main camp. Honestly, I’d expected it to be somewhere between enemy territory. I was caught off guard.
”Like they say, ‘the darkest place is under the lighthouse.’ If you walk in like you belong, people won’t suspect a thing,” Token said, puffing his chest out.
I didn’t respond. His confidence felt hollow, and it made me uneasy. Do they truly see this world as just data? Do they think the people here are NPCs, or are they just pretending not to see? Either way, it’s a red flag. I should stay alert. Anyone who lies that smoothly is dangerous.
Inside the tent was a massive round table. The material looked cheap, but the size was impressive. Not something you could just set up on the battlefield. Did they borrow it from one of the Holy Kingdom generals? Maybe a magic-user set it up. Even this tent alone would take multiple wagons to transport. Supply logistics in war are already a nightmare.
Over twenty people had already arrived, clearly summoned Heroes from different factions. Despite the crowd, the air wasn’t stifling. I noticed faint pillars of ice stationed around the tent—magic, maybe? I’d love to study how that works. Of course, if you wanted ice, you could just store it in a magic bag during winter…
Only group leaders had chairs. The rest of us stood behind them. The editor-in-chief stood behind his leader. Token, behind his. I stood one step further back. It was hard not to feel like the lowest one in the room.
In noble society, position and seating are everything. I used to think it was a silly formality… but now, standing here, I understand the weight it carries.
People kept filtering in, one after another. There had to be over a hundred now. Maybe they’d rounded up all the bored Heroes in the capital.
Familiar faces exchanged greetings. There was no trace of tension. Are they even treating this like a war? Or is it just another game?
None of the Heroes from the Lars Empire had shown up yet. The only one I knew by name was Mr. Pansy.
”Shall we close the doors?” someone asked, sounding ready to begin.
”Wait. The last group’s running late,” another answered.
The organizers were in control, moving efficiently. This wasn’t their first time. Token walked over to them, bowing and smiling like a teacher’s pet.
It made me realize—maybe it’s me who’s out of place. These summoner Heroes are more connected than I thought.
A faint herbal scent drifted through the air. Not strong, not unpleasant. Probably something to mask the sweaty smell of too many men gathered in one place. I feel like I’ve smelled it before…
With no sign of the meeting starting, I was about to pass the time by analyzing a spell formula using EditorSkill.
But then, the air shifted.
”You all look like dead fish! Are you even alive? Does your life mean anything to you!?”
A voice cut through the tent like a blade.
Silence fell. Everyone froze.
A man had entered late—his presence overwhelming. A black cloak embroidered with a golden dragon flowed behind him. He looked like a villain straight out of a delinquent manga.
But what stood out most were his eyes. The weight behind that gaze made me instinctively look away, my head lowering without thought.
It reminded me of something. Back in Japan, there were always a few delinquents in class who gave off that same air. It wasn’t about violence or power. Just presence.
This man had it. And then some.
I recalled Uno’s teachings—don’t let fear control you. Coexist with it. The trembling is your body preparing to fight. The adrenaline rush is just a switch flipping.
I’m not weak. I’m just adapting.
I steady my breathing, forcing myself to calm down just a bit. The sight of the other Heroes trembling too helps ease the pressure on my chest. I’m not the only one struggling to hold it together.
Maybe this is what makes the man in the black cloak such a cheat character—his sheer intimidation.
There’s even a skill like that. Intimidation. Uno has it, and so does Ms. Uruu, the wolf. Normally, it works better on weaker enemies, but if paired with deception skills, it can even shake the strong. It’s basically bluffing, just with added weight.
Still… Token isn’t trembling at all. So there are Heroes with real guts among us. That’s a relief. Maybe we’ve got a shot at handling this.
…Wait, is that guy even supposed to be here? If he’s just crashing this party, shouldn’t we all just gang up on him? Doesn’t matter how tough he is—he can’t win against a proper mob beatdown.
We should take him out fast, so he doesn’t get to pull anything funny next time.
But the enemy doesn’t wait. Before we can move, they strike again.
”Alright!” someone shouts.
Another intruder storms into the tent, dragging a girl by force. A group of thug-like men shove her forward, pushing her to the feet of the black-cloaked man.
She’s young. Pretty. Dressed like a simple village girl. Her body shakes with fear, but her face… it’s wearing makeup. Subtle, but definitely there.
And not cheap makeup, either. This kind of cosmetic isn’t something a commoner could afford easily.
Something’s off. The feeling scratches at the back of my mind, like watching a bad period drama with props that don’t match the setting. There’s a strange dissonance.
It feels like they’re putting on a show. Like we’re just the audience, and they’re the actors leading us wherever they want.
The black cloak grabs the girl by the hair and yanks her close.
”Listen up,” he says, voice loud and cruel. “This woman is my prisoner. I caught her just now. I’m going to strangle her to death. Right here. Right now. Unless… you lot stop siding with the Holy Kingdom. Do that, and maybe I’ll spare her.”
No doubt about it—he’s from the Larse Empire. And now he’s trying to use this village girl as a hostage to make us Heroes of the Holy Kingdom surrender.
Ridiculous. You don’t negotiate with terrorists. That’s a rule that holds on Earth and in this world too.
…Or does it? Maybe it works on peace-obsessed Japanese people? A bad feeling begins creeping up my spine.
”W-Wait a minute,” someone stammers.
It’s one of the mediator Heroes. Their voice shakes, but they try to reason. “This meeting was supposed to be peaceful. Even if we’re against the Holy Kingdom, we should still—”
They’re weak. Just earlier they were boasting about hitting max level, and now they can’t even hold their ground against this black-cloaked bastard?
Negotiation? In this situation? No way. The only real option is to punch this guy right in the face. If only I had the guts to do it… But going against the Larse Empire might start a war. And that’s terrifying.
”Negotiation? Please,” the man in black spits. “You call yourselves Heroes of justice? Can’t even save one woman in front of you? What’s the point of your justice, then?”
His words make no sense, but they hit like a curse. Is this some kind of incitement skill? Or maybe a scam-type mind trick?
Whatever it is, it’s working. Guilt begins to weigh on everyone inside the tent. The mood drops like a stone.
It’s such a tired trick—threaten a pretty girl, make the Heroes feel like trash for not saving her. Works every time, thanks to all those stories where the man who doesn’t save the girl is trash.
Is the goal to break our morale? If so, it’s kind of working. Too many here are mentally fragile.
Honestly, even if it means abandoning her, this is a moment we should resist. In America, a sniper would’ve ended this with a bullet to the head. If the hostage dies, it’s tragic, but necessary. That’s the cold reality.
Ideals don’t win real fights.
If we’re going to do something, now’s the time. But everyone’s just standing still, waiting for someone else to move.
That’s the problem. Everyone’s hoping someone else will act first. Waiting for a true Hero to appear.
…But none of us are that person.
As for me, I decide to just watch for now.
* * *
A subordinate of the black cloak steps into the tent, carrying a large basket. Inside, it’s filled with skill orbs.
”Is that… a slavery skill orb?” someone mutters, voice trembling.
Seems like it’s well-known. Famous, even.
”If you don’t drink this,” the black cloak sneers, “this poor girl dies.”
”Ridiculous! We can’t accept that!” another Hero shouts, stepping forward.
Oh? Looks like one of the summoned Heroes still has some backbone. Good. Keep that energy going. Maybe if you act, others will follow.
But he hesitates. Still not moving.
Is he just all talk too?
Suddenly, Token steps forward.
”There’s no helping it,” he says. “After all, a beautiful girl’s life is heavier than the world, right?”
He moves without hesitation, ignoring the mood. I can respect that… a little.
Still, Token’s not the kind to sacrifice himself. And if he sees people in this world as NPCs, why go this far?
It doesn’t add up.
Even so, he drinks the orb. It’s a reckless move—but brave in its own way.
His action becomes a spark. One by one, Heroes from the Holy Kingdom step forward.
Is it nobility? Or just herd behavior?
They follow Token’s example, almost like they’re being pulled along by the current.
But do they even know what the orb does? It’s not just a buff. It’s slavery. Eternal subjugation.
Would a sane person really go that far for a stranger?
”This isn’t a defeat,” one of them declares, likely a paladin type. “It’s the start of salvation. Our noble sacrifice will be remembered as the victory of justice!”
He makes a speech and then drinks the orb. The words sound righteous… but empty. They leave a strange unease behind.
Still, the mood in the tent shifts. More start to follow.
Why? Why not fight instead? You’ve got the strength. The enemy isn’t invincible. You can win!
”This is just stupid!” someone yells.
It’s Hegel. Alone, loud, and thankfully sensible.
”I’m not doing it! Those guys won’t keep their promise anyway! And besides, she’s just an NPC, right?”
Yes. That’s it. Keep shouting.
Sometimes, you need someone who doesn’t read the room. Someone who’ll point out the emperor’s wearing no clothes.
”In this limit-breaking event,” the editor-in-chief begins, waving a walkthrough book, “your dedication as a player Hero will be judged. Swallowing the orb unlocks the title of True Hero! You’ll get a level cap boost of +20, a 5% stat bonus, and total status immunity! The subjugation will lift automatically at the end of the event!”
They say all that like it’s gospel. But it’s clearly a lie.
And yet… people believe it.
Even Hegel, who just now stood strong, wavers. Muttering about becoming a true hero, he drinks the orb.
And now…
It’s my turn.
…Ah. I remember this scent. The smell clinging to the tent—it’s the same one Little Castor used to brainwash women.
A kind of chemical that dulls thought, making people easier to manipulate.
That explains it.
But fortunately for me—
The subjugation orb doesn’t work on me.
The subjugation skill, bugged from the start due to a causality reversal, couldn’t be erased or overwritten.
In short… I was safe. At least for now.
The orb I swallowed earlier—so suddenly and violently—sat heavy in my chest, like trying to gulp down a huge piece of candy. It made me feel a little sick.
But what really turned my stomach… was the bitter taste of defeat and regret.
I thought I had grown stronger lately. I really believed that.
And yet, in the end… I did nothing. No, that’s not right—I chose to do nothing.
The summoned Heroes had peaceful hearts, more so than I expected. But blaming it on that was just another excuse.
Surrendering without resistance, accepting everything unconditionally—what a foolish decision.
Still, I probably would’ve made the same one.
It’s already too late now. But if I’d just rushed forward… If I’d thrown myself at the black cloak before Token became the first victim…
Maybe things would’ve turned out differently.
Waiting for someone else to act—that hesitation ruined everything. If I had moved first… maybe that would’ve sparked something.
”Well then, it seems everyone’s eaten nicely. Good children,” the black cloak said, voice gentle like a teacher.
The Heroes all smiled, looking content like they’d just finished a feast. I smiled too, even though I wasn’t enslaved.
Maybe I was just swept up by the atmosphere… or the strength of their unity.
Wait. Token isn’t smiling. Does that mean… he’s not enslaved?
”Seriously. You all fell for such a basic trick so easily. How stupid can you be?” the black cloak laughed, voice echoing with amusement.
”──Don’t forget how well I acted. Pretending to play along with those idiots wasn’t easy.”
Token stepped toward the black cloak, a mechanical beep following his every step.
A spy. Planted by the enemy from the very start.
This whole thing had been a trap, laid long before we ever got involved.
Just like the black cloak said—it was a pretty forceful setup. And yet, we walked right into it.
Falling into such a perfect trap… it felt like being outwitted by a cunning fox.
”And now, who is Hegel?” the black cloak asked.
”Yes, that would be me. Your loyal servant,” said a man as he raised his hand.
His tone was strangely childish, almost like a student reporting to his teacher.
”You had such a troublesome unique skill, we had no choice but to seal it,” Token said, lowering his hand. “The others… well, they were just collateral damage.”
”Absolute domination, was it?” the black cloak muttered. “If that skill was really that amazing, we could’ve made him one of ours. Conquering the other world would’ve been much easier.”
”You fool,” Token replied flatly. “Once someone’s dominated, they’re a servant forever. I have no need for anyone more powerful than myself.”
So that was it… sealing Hegel’s unique skill had been the real goal.
Even if summoned Heroes died, they often returned to life. Enslavement was a more permanent solution.
The others? Just caught in the crossfire. Unlucky, really.
From the Larse Empire’s perspective, they were threats. Eliminating them like this—wasn’t that just killing two birds with one stone?
”I get that,” the black cloak said, “but why keep raising that young master to divine status?”
”That young master doesn’t need strength. He is already sacred,” Token answered.
Young master? Could they mean the Larse Empire’s infamous commander?
I’d heard rumors. He was said to possess overwhelming charisma.
Victory had already been guaranteed for the Larse Empire. Even so, they resorted to these tactics…
Was the young master planning for more than just this battle? Was he looking beyond it, thinking ten steps ahead?
What the black cloak did was inexcusable, at least by human standards.
But this was war. No one had died… yet.
The Larse Empire’s victory didn’t surprise me. It was always going to happen.
Maybe, in my own country, we could still give the enslaved Heroes a chance.
Even if they were no longer useful in battle, their knowledge cheat could still help us.
If they were willing to work seriously, I’d make sure they had a decent life.
Eat good food now and then. Drink a little. Fall in love, get married, raise kids, and grow old.
Isn’t that basically the same as life back in Japan?
As for the ones with physical strength, maybe I could assign them simpler work that made use of it. Like human bulldozers to speed up construction.
Of course, they’d be paid properly.
I was never their protector. So I didn’t feel responsible for what happened.
Guess I’m still living in a dream… If I really want to survive in this world, I’ll have to be colder.
Maybe some of the Heroes swallowed the orb on purpose. Maybe they were looking for a way out. Or wanted to do something heroic before the end.
Everyone has their own reasons, after all.
…Hm? Someone’s around me.
I noticed too late. I’d been completely surrounded without realizing it.
All because I hesitated to use Radar Scan—afraid the black cloak might catch on.
Were they enemies? Allies?
A magic barrier had been cast around the entire tent.
I copied its structure into my Editor Skill and began to analyze it. It would take some time…
But judging from the magical signatures and written comments left behind, it was similar to spells used by the Hero Administration.
I’d thought about it before—maybe the Hero Administration and the Great Temple were just puppets.
Controlled from the shadows by someone else.
A silly theory? Maybe. But if it were true, a lot of things would start to make sense.
At the very least, someone powerful was giving them serious magic.
The ones outside the barrier were probably from the Hero Administration.
Were they here to take down the black cloak?
They wouldn’t just let their summoned cheat Heroes be wasted like this.
If the enemy of my enemy is my ally… does that mean they’re on my side?
A clash between the evil cheat Heroes and the administration that summoned them.
Who would win?
It didn’t seem like the black cloak had noticed them yet.
Should I help? Or should I sneak out with Stealth during the chaos?
Another big choice.
If only I understood the barrier better… It didn’t seem dangerous. Maybe it was just monitoring the Heroes’ status?
A thought struck me.
When you’re unsure—just run.
That was the thirty-sixth strategy. A classic.
I tried to activate my Stealth Skill… but failed.
Was it because the black cloak had his eyes on me?
If that was the case, then I’d have to rely on my Mist Concealment Technique.
I reached for a smoke bomb… but my magic bag wouldn’t open.
This had never happened before.
What was going on?
My head felt heavy. My strength was fading fast. Was I sick? Or poisoned?
No… I understood now.
It was the barrier. This was the effect of the Hero Administration’s spell.
The black cloak collapsed suddenly, like a puppet with its strings cut.
Token fell too, face-first into the dirt.
Serves him right.
The enslaved Heroes were writhing on the ground like insects.
Only the hostage girl remained standing, panicking.
The effect must only work on those who were summoned.
My vision blurred. It was hard to keep my eyes open.
Still… I had to think.
The puzzle pieces were finally coming together.
Several people stepped into the tent.
Their outlines were hazy—but I could see the shape of their uniforms clearly now.
It was the Hero Management Bureau.
Just as I thought.
”Damn… what is this?” the black cloak groaned, barely conscious.
”Oh? You can still talk? Impressive willpower,” a voice replied, cold and sharp. “Don’t worry. Your power as a Hero is gone. You’re weaker than a newborn now.”
No emotion. No pity.
To them, the Heroes were nothing but tools. Experiments.
The barrier had completely nullified their strength.
And now… the game had changed.
”You took away my strength?” he asked, barely able to speak through the crushing pressure.
The black cloak shimmered before me, too bright to look at. My eyes refused to open, and even forming words felt like a struggle.
”It’s only natural,” the figure said, his voice calm. “I simply reclaimed what was mine. The spell was easy to reverse.”
”There was no need for that kind of uncontrollable power,” he continued, almost sighing. “Really, we wasted far too many Heroes just dealing with you.”
”No, no. If you think of it as clearing out the failures, it’s not so bad,” he added, chuckling to himself. “This whole operation might’ve been approved by someone high up… perhaps the bureau chief himself.”
My mind was fading, strength draining fast. Their words reached my ears, but didn’t make sense. Everything felt hazy, like a dream I couldn’t wake from.
Still… something felt wrong. Something didn’t sit right.
”Are you going to kill me?” he asked, forcing the question out.
”Don’t worry,” he said, voice steady. “You’ll just be going back to the world where you truly belong.”
”People summoned from other worlds are like poison here,” he went on. “So naturally, an antidote had to exist from the beginning.”
Antidote…?
Ah… so that’s it. I’m going back. Back to Japan. I should be happy. I am happy…
But… why do I feel like I’ve forgotten something important?
* * *
Is this… space?
My body had become light, floating through an endless void. Around me, greater lights shimmered, like stars guiding the way.
The biggest light… that was him. The black cloak. I didn’t know why, but I could feel it.
The higher the level, the bigger the light. I was just a small glow. A firefly, drifting alone.
Then came the black spheres.
Floating in our path, countless orbs hovered silently. The black cloak’s light couldn’t avoid them. It crashed into one, and in an instant, disappeared.
He’s gone…
Was that darkness… emptiness? If touched, it devoured everything. Nothing left behind. No soul, no trace.
Other lights followed the same path—one by one, swallowed up. The stronger the light, the more it stood out. The more it was caught.
Before I knew it, I was the only one left. My faint light slipped through the gaps. I wasn’t strong enough to draw attention.
I couldn’t control where I moved. Everything depended on luck. If one of those spheres came right at me, it’d be over.
All I could do was pray. But to who? For what?
For now, I just prayed to every god I could think of.
Strange… I’ve passed through here before, haven’t I?
Yes… this is the path I took when I was summoned. And now I’m on the way back. Back to Earth. Back to Japan.
Will I forget everything that happened?
The people I met… the world I left behind…
It felt like I’d been drifting forever. But maybe it was only a moment.
And now… I’m back.
* * *
My senses returned all at once.
I had a body again. I could feel the cold floor beneath me—concrete, maybe?
I opened my eyes slowly. It was still dark. I tried using Radar Scan, but my mana drained instantly.
Was the mana here thin? I sat up and activated the meditation skill, forcing my MP to recover.
The place looked like a warehouse. No, not just a warehouse… it had the distinct feel of Earth. The walls, the smell, the silence. Could this be the Sabroa Dukedom’s warehouse district?
Wait—no. I extended my scan. Above me, cars were passing by. I was underground.
This was Earth.
That means… I made it back.
But something’s off. I can still use skills?
Weren’t they supposed to take away everything they gave?
My memories from the otherworld remained. Even that strange corridor in space. Before I forget, I quickly activated the Editor skill and recorded the black sphere.
And then… I saw them.
Scattered across the floor nearby—things I almost couldn’t look at.
Heroes.
Their bodies were broken, faces twisted in pain. Among them was the man in the black cloak. Only his empty shell had returned.
Hegel… the summoned warriors… they were all here. Silent. Motionless.
Only I was alive.
Maybe it was because I didn’t collide with the black sphere. That must’ve been what saved me.
That magic wasn’t meant to kill. It was a return spell—an antidote for the summoning. They brought in over a hundred Heroes… and now sent them back, all at once.
Impressive, but cruel.
Then I sensed movement. Footsteps on the stairs. Two, no—three people.
I activated the Stealth skill and hid behind a pillar.
Light flooded in as the ceiling lamps turned on. A heavy iron door opened, and three men entered, wearing plain work uniforms.
”Whoa… There’s gotta be over a hundred here,” one said, whistling.
”Seriously? We’re just supposed to handle this? Just because they told us to? Give me a break,” another muttered, already looking exhausted.
”Quit whining. Start packing them up. Move the gear to the freezer. We can’t incinerate all of them at once,” the third said.
Their tone was casual… but their movements were sharp. Professionals.
Looking closer, one of them seemed Japanese. The other two… weren’t.
They mentioned moving between worlds like it was nothing. So easy, so normal.
But I was the only one who made it back alive.
The success rate must’ve been under one percent.
Low-level Heroes might’ve had a better chance. I was only level 18, while everyone else had long passed level 20.
If the black sphere was some kind of filter, then being weak might’ve saved me.
Maybe that’s why I always held back. Deep down, I sensed it.
But where exactly was I?
I used Radar Scan again. Two basement floors, three floors above. Reinforced concrete. It wasn’t a private home.
The first floor seemed to be an office. About twenty people sat at desks, working on normal-looking computers.
Ordinary. Unbelievably ordinary.
No otherworld magic. No bizarre machines. Just a regular-looking company building, the kind you’d find anywhere.
Still… I couldn’t be careless. I needed to learn more before acting.
If I went up now, I’d be in Japan. I could go to the police. Maybe they’d help me.
But if this place was part of the Hero Management Bureau… if the Japanese government was involved…
Then I’d be walking into a trap.
I had to be smart. Watch. Wait. Choose carefully.
First, I had to go home.
If I showed up out of nowhere, my family would be shocked. But I missed them. I missed everything.
Sukiyaki… tempura… sashimi…
The thought alone made my heart pound. I was shaking. I never felt this way over there. Maybe something had been messing with my head all along.
I can’t forgive the Hero Management Bureau.
But… what if the government doesn’t even know?
If their influence stretches that far—into law, into power—then the police might not be safe either.
I need information.
Until I know who’s behind all this… who the real enemy is… I can’t act.
But at least now, I’m back.
Japan… I’ve finally returned.
No matter what happens next… this time, I’ll make it through.
Notes:
• Token – The hero of editor-in-chief. Grown man with an arrogant attitude. His rebellious demeanor is painfully embarrassing. He is one of the organizers of the meeting, often yelling about various things. He has a hierarchical mindset and acts overly polite to those in charge. He believes people in this world are NPCs, yet risks himself to save a hostage, showing inconsistency in his actions.
• Holy Kingdom – Located on the east of the continent.
• Uruu – The wolf.
• Hegel – One of the heroes on the caravan, when MC become a cook. The one who have cheat skill ‘Domination’ on country.
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