Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 678: Eve (4)

Agras, the Evil God, was one of the oldest beings in existence.

Wherever there is a beginning, there is an inevitable end. As long as Aramadi, the one who started the beginning, exists, behind that will inevitably be Agras.

However, Agras was weak at that time.

The world, freshly begun, was the place where the concept of an end was faint, so Agras had to watch quietly as the world flowed by, not even being aware of his own existence.

After many ages had passed, when humanity had settled on the earth, Agras gained self-awareness. He learned what his mission was.

He was the being who would lead the world to its end and confront the world’s demise.

He was the god who would pronounce the world’s end. Agras moved the world according to his mission.

He lured humans with sweet words, growing his influence.

He gathered gods who shared his will as companions.

He declared war.

Under the pretense of pulling down Aramadi, the one who monopolized power, his true aim was to bring about the world’s end, and he ignited the fire of war on the earth.

The war was favorable for Agras.

War, by its nature, leads to the end of many things. As countless lives perished, hope faded, the future scattered, and life dwindled, Agras' power grew stronger.

Had a miracle not occurred, Agras would surely have pronounced the end of the world in the age of myths.

Had the miracle of the hero not arrived on the earth, had Aramadi not risked everything on a gamble, had the world not rejected the end in the final moments, Agras would have won.

But the world did not want to end.

Instead of marking the end of the mythological age, it began the age of humans, blocking him.

Thus, Agras was defeated and shattered into many pieces, forced into long silence.

“It’s been a long time, Agras.”

Agras, who had been examining his own body resembling that of a human boy, raised an eyebrow as he saw the Apostle bow respectfully with a smile.

“You haven’t fully resurrected me. You’ve only unlocked one seal, haven’t you?”

“It seems that the great wizard Erginus’ magic was just that exceptional.”

“Lying so blatantly is worse than not lying at all. You didn’t fail to unseal it—you chose not to.”

“Did you know?”

“I’ve been watching the outside world even within the seal. I know what you’re planning.”

Agras' Apostle wore a necklace symbolizing the True God with pride.

The Apostle, who once worshipped Agras as a god, now stood on the opposite side, using him as a tool.

The reason for not fully unsealing Agras was the same. Agras was merely a tool to trigger the age of myths. The Apostle had no intention of fulfilling his wishes.

“So what? Even if you know, nothing will change.”

Agras looked at his reflection in the shining cross.

His Apostle’s words were true.

Currently, Agras was powerless.

A long time had passed since Agras was sealed.

During that time, Agras waited in deep silence for the day his seal would be lifted, while the Apostle roamed the world, spreading his influence.

That was why the very concept of an end had, to some extent, sided with the Pope.

“Do as you wish. Whatever you do, Aramadi will surely mourn, so I won’t stop you.”

“I truly appreciate that.”

“And as a warning, out of old respect, don’t think the end will leave you alone.”

“Hahaha. Don’t worry about that. When all of this ends, my story will end as well.”

Agras scoffed and stood up, opening the door to step outside.

But there was no sound that should have echoed in the hallway.

Realizing the power of the End’s authority, the Pope shrugged and closed the door.

Finally, it had begun. The long-awaited and long-desired event had reached its starting point.

Great True God Aramadi, please accept the gift I offer.

Only Your glory will make this world shine brightly, so please illuminate the world with that glory.

Great True God,

Please, take me into Your embrace.

Early in the morning, I woke up suddenly and unconsciously looked out the window.

Agras had resurrected. Although there was no evidence, for some reason, I was certain of it.

Agras had once again appeared in this world.

<How strange. For the Evil God to be resurrected, it’s far too quiet.>

‘He hasn’t fully resurrected yet.’

If Agras were completely resurrected, the Pope would lose control.

He must be gradually regaining his powers, just as I knew it would happen.

‘The timing also matches. Soon, the truly dangerous followers of the Evil God will appear, changes will occur in the large dungeons, and the age of myths will begin.’

The preliminary battle was over. Now, the real beginning starts.

<Can you last until then?>

‘I’ll manage.’

Although the schedule is quite tight, it doesn’t feel too hard.

I have people around me who will support me. For them, I will push myself to the limit until everything is over.

And more than that... if I finish everything in this period, it’ll be the ultimate speedrun record!

In the game, this was physically impossible, but here, I can set that record!

Clearing the game before the second year ends! Wouldn’t it be amazing if I could carry this record into reality?

Smiling, I called Erin from outside, finished preparing, and headed to the dungeon with my friends.

I could certainly feel the difficulty of the dungeon rising.

The air was denser, and the mental strain had increased.

The monsters inside were stronger, and the boss exuded a considerable aura.

Well, they were still weaklings I had already conquered a long time ago.

After Joy swallowed the boss’s neck in darkness, the exit appeared.

“Are we moving to the next place?”

“Of course, why ask?”

“I won’t make a mistake today. I finished all the calculations with my teacher yesterday!”

“Aren’t you getting tired of this? How long are you going to keep proving how foolish you are?”

“This time, it’s different!”

“I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard that.”

“Hmmm... I don’t remember exactly, but it’s over ten times. Definitely.”

“...Sorry, Joy. Honestly, I don’t have much faith in you.”

“This time, it’s different!”

This lifestyle had been going on for so long, and despite the intense schedule, my friends were still relaxed.

The trust they had in me was clear as they laughed and teased Joy.

They believed that with me, we could overcome any hardship, and their faces, devoid of fear or hesitation, were reassuring.

Before, I would have felt pressured to meet their expectations.

But after coming to this realization, I felt at ease.

With that thought in mind, I left the dungeon, feeling a chill as I sensed something strange in the eerie silence.

Something was off. The outside of the dungeon was always filled with cheers.

The people who fought the monsters outside, believing in me, shouted even as they bled.

I answered them with laughter.

But today was different. There were no cheers, no screams, no even breathing. Nothing.

It was as if the world had ended while we were inside the dungeon.

Staring at the empty scenery, I felt an ominous premonition and raised my divine power to use purification.

Suddenly, the scenery collapsed, revealing people lying on the ground and a boy standing before them.

“Hello. This is the first time I’ve seen you like this, damn Apostle of the True God.”

The moment I heard the boy’s voice, my grip tightened.

Though he appeared harmless on the outside, it was clear.

That was an existence that should not be in this world.

The intense disgust I felt was like never before, and as I raised my shield, the boy lifted his hand.

In that moment, Frey, who had leaped forward, swung his sword with all his might. The air was cut, and something faintly felt on the boy’s hand was severed.

“Heh. Cutting this. The God of Martial Arts would surely take notice.”

“What are you?”

“You should ask your heroes. That little kid will certainly know who I am.”

The boy smiled at me, and I returned the smile through the shield.

“Yeah ♡ You know very well ♡ A damn, sadistic, disgusting perverted little kid ♡”

“Do you think you can provoke me like that? Do you know what will happen to your friends?”

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“Puhaha! ♡ What? ♡ Do you think you’ll win? ♡ A damn idiot who got beaten by his own Apostle, what’s so great about that? ♡”

Before, I would have been deep in thought, worrying about my friends.

But I had long since discarded those worries. Idiot.

“I’ll grind you down until you feel like a loser ♡ That’s what suits you ♡ Weakling ♡”

I didn’t need to defeat this guy.

The fairies and Joy had likely already contacted, and if I just dragged it out, reinforcements would arrive to smash this guy.

It was still a variable, but it was a good one for us.

Perhaps this would throw off the very foundation of the Pope’s plan.

“Your whole life, you’ll be buried in the dirt, licking the soil ♡ That’s what you deserve ♡ Trash ♡”

Come at me.

I’ve captured you countless times before, don’t think you can last.

“Hmmm. You’ve grown since the last time I saw you. But you’re still a little kid.”

“And what about you? ♡ Your size, your power, your character—all small ♡”

I’ll drag this out and make you cry while wasting your time.

As I thought this, I raised my divine power, and suddenly, Agras lifted both hands.

“Yield.”

“...What?”

“I am the god of the End, and I acknowledge defeat. Do you understand now, little one?”

...

What the hell.