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Chapter 21: So Why Are You Fighting?

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The abandoned factory complex in Alpha 8 Zone was managed by several organizations that had divided it among themselves.

They generally used the discarded facilities and equipment, crude as they were, to mass-produce a few products.

Most of those products were drugs.

So-called synthetic narcotics did not require especially advanced technology or processes, so they could be mass-produced with the equipment in abandoned factories.

The better-preserved sites made other things as well, but those were few and far between.

That was also why no faction worth mentioning bothered with this place.

There was nothing to gain from stirring up the criminal organizations in the factory complex.

They would not suffer any losses just because low-grade drugs entered the market.

Major factions did dabble in such business, of course, but in much more respectable ways.

The people who bought from criminal organizations were poor civilians and the lower class anyway.

Their customer bases were completely separate.

"Someone broke in? One vehicle? Ha! Looks like they're putting on a show again."

"Go call some of the guys. A little response will do. Don't hurt them. We can impound the vehicle, but send the intruders back unharmed."

That was why no crackdown came.

The organizations were veterans at walking the line, so they knew better than anyone how not to get on the factions' bad side.

The occasional clashes under these circumstances were all for show.

Every so often, they would send a few unremarkable Ability Users to put on a show of force.

It was an act to show the city government that they were doing something.

"Tsk, tsk. Why evacuate? They'll hit the entrance a little, then run away on their own. It's not like this is the first time."

That was why the person in charge of Alpha 8 Zone assumed this intrusion would be the same.

According to the report, there was one vehicle. The exact number inside was unclear, but no more than four.

No matter how he looked at it, it was far from a real crackdown.

They would probably put on a show and leave again this time too...

Rummmmble!

Just as he thought that.

"W-What was that?"

"Outside! Look outside!"

A massive explosion rang out, followed by a flash of light.

Then, where the light vanished, the factory roof began to collapse.

Craaaash!

"...Fuck."

Watching a perfectly intact factory get half-destroyed by a single impact, he felt indescribable terror.

"Why did this have to happen when I was here?"

It was a sight he could not believe human power had created.

It meant only one thing. A real Ability User had come. But why?

He did not know the reason.

Still, one fact was certain. This was the most dangerous moment of his life.

Above the first factory, which was collapsing amid deafening noise, the manager could see a single point floating serenely in the air.

That was the source of this disaster.

"Run, you fucking idiots!"

"Aaaagh!"

The gang members ran out of the factory, shoving and trampling one another.

No sooner had their once-in-a-lifetime sprint begun than a chilling purple light poured from that point in the sky.

At first, it was the size of a bean.

Then it grew to the size of a ping-pong ball...

Every time they watched the purple light grow, their hearts dropped.

"Ah... Ugh... Aah..."

They could not escape.

It seemed the manager was not the only one who realized that.

Those already out of their minds only ran forward, but those who sensed their fate simply dropped to their knees.

"...God."

For the first time since a childhood he could barely remember, the manager sought faith.

What else could he rely on?

But God did not answer.

No, perhaps that was God's punishment.

Then...

His vision was dyed purple.

Rummmmmble!!!

The world was swallowed by monochrome light.

* * *

The light-aspected mana I detonated in one go had turned a third of the factory district into a wasteland.

I had probably succeeded in wiping out everyone nearby without leaving behind a single witness.

Of course, people farther away would have seen the light and heard the blast, but at least no survivors remained nearby.

"...It certainly isn't efficient."

The spell I had just used could be called the height of inefficiency.

That was because I had focused on maintaining a form that a 3-Star Mage could create "in theory."

I had needed to spend forty percent of my total mana on that single orb of light.

"No, no... How is this..."

Wendy stood with her mouth agape, wiggling her fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"...How did you do this?"

"Any 5-Star Mage can do this much. A 3-Star Mage can do it too."

"???"

There was even a trace of reproach in her eyes, as though she were asking me to say something that made sense.

"What kind of 3-Star Mage can do something like this?"

"Me."

"You're not one."

"That is true, but I'm telling you it's possible."

By ordinary standards, it was naturally impossible, but the principle behind the orb of light I had thrown did not exceed 3-Star-level magic.

If someone insisted they had used an extremely special method, then it was theoretically possible.

"That's such an obvious sham..."

Wendy looked dumbfounded, but even an obvious sham was important.

After all, nobody had seen this happen firsthand.

The driver I had sent back earlier would only have felt the tremors and heard the blast, so no matter what people imagined when they investigated the traces here afterward, the only evidence left would be:

A 3-Star-level spell, details omitted, destroyed the factory.

"That's insanely shameless. Ow!"

"That's enough."

I smacked the top of her head as she kept making snide remarks.

I had only told her earlier that she could not learn what she could not learn, yet she was still sulking over it.

They probably had not expected me to go this far.

This must have gone far beyond what someone in the upper ranks of the Winter Tree Mage Tower had expected.

They must have thought it impossible for me to destroy the factories in District 8 by myself.

Three days was also far too short to recruit more people.

Their goal must have been to assign me an unreasonable mission and make me fail.

Then they would have used that as an excuse to pull something.

The rule was that, after failing, I would have to receive two new missions.

But if I succeeded like this, that was the end of it.

"Dealing with them is a hassle too..."

I could easily root out the person behind this plan, but there was no reason to bother.

Before long, they would fall far below me anyway.

If I just stayed still, they would eventually volunteer to crawl at my feet.

"Let's go back."

"On foot?"

"...Of course not."

I poured mana into the ring on my hand and grabbed Wendy by the back of the neck.

"Uwah?!"

Then, along with that strange cry, we crossed space.

* * *

The war between the Heroes and the martial artists of Salmurim continued without end.

Across all their heated battles, there was only one main point of contention.

- Our Hero of the Previous Generation was far more amazing!

- No, our Society Master is far more amazing! You can tell just from the difference in fame across all thirteen dimensions.

- How does fame have anything to do with ability? Isn't the Sword Maiden popular purely because of her looks?

- Silence! Do not insult the person who reached the pinnacle of Salmurim with a single sword!

- It's true, isn't it? Honestly, the Sword Maiden's figure does not even suit swordsmanship. Her body is too seductive for a swordsman.

- Hmm, I do agree to an extent.

ㄴOkClanBitch) Get this bastard too.

ㄴAt your command!!!

ㄴAt your command!!!

ㄴAt your com123mand!!!

ㄴWhat the fuck is that? LOLLLLL

Which of the two was superior, the Hero or the Sword Maiden?

It was an endless fight, with each camp bringing countless arguments and hurling them at the other.

[ I'm seriously going crazy. How long are they going to keep this up? ]

[ I knew the Heroes were crazy, but why are the Salmurim people joining in? ]

[ The Gallery is completely fucked lol ]

For some time after the fight began, the community's mood had been terrible.

Naturally, the Gallery had been taken over by a topic only they cared about.

[ But honestly, from what I've heard, the Hero of the Previous Generation would probably win? ]

[ Even Reteim's mass-produced Heroes are fucking strong. The original must have been absurd. ]

[ Bullshit. So where is this Hero of the Previous Generation anyway? Didn't they disappear? ]

[ You believe the Heroes' bragging? They turn into puppies at the word of a senior from one cohort above them. ]

But at some point, the entire Gallery gradually began enjoying the chaos.

Some people even started cleverly poking at both sides' pride and stirring the pot.

- Oz) Still, if we're talking traaadition, Salmurim does have more depth...

- Oz) When it comes to recent war experience, the Eleventh Dimension definitely has the advantage...

ㄴHey, fuck, why are you stirring the pot?

ㄴBring us the tier list already!!!!!

ㄴThis bastard just loves stirring shit up and watching people fight.

The cause of the fight even stirred the pot personally during that process...

But in the end, it was one comment from Oz that brought the chaos to a close.

[ But why are you guys even fighting? ]

Who said they were both making top tier?

I never said that.

What is certain is that, even if I make a ranking, neither of them is number one.

Comments (231)

- OkClanBitch) What the...

- Velenhof) Now what in tarnation are ya saying?

- Gosin) LOL what? Then why were they fighting?

- PassingImmortal) Go have a glass of cold water, friends of the Dao.

- EatManaWhenBored) Ah, they're both sooooo strong!!! But the World's Strongest Swordsman is eliiiiiminated!!!!!!

ㄴOldNewbie) Leave the Galleryyyyyy immediately!!!!!!

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