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[21st Round] Beautiful Fantasy

‘I’ve always been a little romantic, emotional Trainee Teacher.’

There had been many women who actually died after loving the Righteous Hero.

The path of romance was a thorny one.

Here and now.

If I were an ordinary person, there would be nothing left of me.

[Light]

As the mayor said, the director’s protective instinct was impressive. As soon as I touched her, she accelerated my aging process.

But I was the Second Demon Lord.

My life energy was limitless.

“Aaah…”

She hadn’t remembered anything yet, but her body was honest.

As soon as I stroked her waist with my left hand, caressing her between her 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae, her arms immediately wrapped around my neck to demand more love, forgetting that she was trying to push me away.

I could feel it.

“You’re back.”

“Feeling my master’s warmth again makes me happy.”

“Wait.”

I had a lot to say, but ousting the evil director from her flesh had to come first.

“Please don’t do that.”

“I can do it.”

“I know. My master is capable of anything, but I have no future. You must get rid of me with Parmael.”

“… Ssosia!”

I summoned the God-Creator.

Rice Cake was born as part of the Fantasy system. Perhaps there is a way that I am not aware of.

“Se-e-e-ex!”

“Husband! Step aside.”

I stepped back carefully.

“We haven’t seen each other in so long, my niece.”

“Do not call me that, Hippolia! You’re making me cringe!”

“Hohoho…”

“Damn! My aunt is already trying to gain control!”

“I am glad that my owner found me before the teachers did. Thanks to you, I was able to wake up first, but I don’t have much time. Please kill us before Parmael takes control of my soul again.”

I closed my eyes.

To be honest, this was confusing.

Rice Cake was still alive, but I had to get rid of her…

Ah! If so!

I didn’t have time to check if this would work, but…

[Human]

My possibilities were endless.

I would not hesitate.

“Hippolia.”

“Master, kill me…”

“Shut up and listen to me! Appoint the Second Demon as the Second Director! I’ll provide everything!”

“Huh? Yes!”

I was the Second Demon Lord.

Pedonar, my father-in-law, changed my destiny using Ssosia, born with the curse of being second, as a medium.

I applied the same principle.

However, this time I would be the medium.

Rice Cake ↔ Kang Han Soo ↔ Ssosia

Me and Rice Cake, as master and slave, were linked by chaos. Ssosia and I, as husband and wife, were bound by fate.

“I will not give up on you.”

I believed in human capabilities.

It wasn’t just that I became strong.

[Human]

[Spinal Cord]

I gingerly grabbed Hippolia’s cervical region between her 6th and 7th vertebrae and gave my sensory nerves an order.

I looked back at what my father-in-law said back then and imitated him.

“Cursed Second Demon! Let your curse free you from your shackles of darkness and become the Second Angel! Accept the fate the universe itself prepared for you!”

“The First Angel gladly accepts this fate!” Shouted the ‘First Angel,’ who loved the Righteous Hero.

The effect manifested immediately.

[Light]

[Darkness]

In my soul, two opposing divine forces clashed.

Since I was already the “Second Demon Lord,” this condition put me in danger.

Fortunately, I had a wife who would always be “second.”

“Ssosia! Accept it!”

“W-wait! I need to prepare—”

“Shut up and accept it!”

“Mmm?!”

I had implanted Light in Ssosia, which, one might say, was the essence of Director Parmael.

Her body swiftly changed.

Demon horns fell from Ssosia’s head, and her skin color became lighter.

Her hair that ran down to her cowardly pelvis and the three pairs of ethereal wings that grew on her back were dyed lavender.

She was no longer an evil incarnate.

Her stats had also changed.

▷ Race: Second Luciel

▷ Level: 999+

▷ Job: Director (Teacher → Level 0)

▷ Skills: Divinity GGG, Dark Energy GGG, Light GGG, Darkness GGG, Charm GGG…

▷ Status: Acceptance

I took a look at Ssosia’s new race, “Second Luciel.”

▷ Type: Race

▶ Name: Second Luciel

▶ Rank: Unique

▶ Unique 1: Always second.

▶ Unique 2: Second Demon.

▶ Unique 3: Second Angel.

▶ Feature 1: Time.

▶ Feature 2: Light.

▶ Race 1: Pet of the Second Demon Lord.

▶ Race 2: Imbued with a second soul.

I didn’t have to study it in detail.

As soon as I saw the mention of “second soul,” I immediately took action.

[Darkness]

[Spine]

[Human]

I shattered Parmael’s spine.

And blew her head off.

And flattened her body with space.

Bang!

But immediately after that…

Pshshshshh!

Parmael’s body, flattened after losing her head, began to swell rapidly.

“You’re still alive?”

She even fully regenerated her head.

However, in appearance, she was no longer ‘Saintess H.’

“That’s grandma!”

“Auntie.”

“Traitor!”

Lord, what was this monster?

This creature had neither a neck nor a waist. With every movement, her belly swayed like a balloon of water. I couldn’t even tell if her eyes were open or closed. Not to mention…

No, I should stop there.

It was hard to describe her.

Bards said it was difficult to find the right words in front of true beauty, but we simply hadn’t yet come up with the appropriate words for the creature in front of us.

“How dare you?!”

Only her nasal voice was proof that this strange creature was a woman.

Fshuh! Fshuh! Fshuh!

As a bonus, white wings fluttered behind her, symbolizing her race.

▷ Race: First Angel

▷ Level: 999+

▷ Job: Queen (Charm → Domination ↑)

▷ Skills: Divinity GGG, Strength G, Obesity MAX, Flight MAX, Weight MAX…

▷ Status: Dislocation, Fracture, Obesity, □□, Rage, □□, □□, Holy, □□, Desolation, □□…

Her stats weren’t impressive. She didn’t die solely due to her “First Angel” race.

The “firsts” would never disappear.

They would continue to exist in the universe, even if they lost their divine power and became nondescript since that was the order and law of the universe.

… She was still dangerous.

It was fortunate that I deprived her of her Light. The second round of our battle would’ve begun otherwise.

“It’s over, former director.”

I snapped my fingers.

Since she didn’t die, I could just compress her flesh and lock her in a dark space.

[Darkness]

But Parmael overcame its pressure with her strength alone, allowing her to rush at me.

“Give it back!”

“… I don’t even want to touch you.”

However, without the Righteous Hero, nobody would be able to defeat this hideous evil!

Pop!

I summoned the Perfect Holy Sword.

Noebius replaced his spine with scales, and Parmael supported her body with massive flesh.

However, my sword would be useful as a club.

Splash!

Contrary to my expectations, my weapon couldn’t damage her and sank into her flesh instead.

… It was evil that transcended justice.

For the first time, I felt goosebumps all over my skin.

“Hohoho!”

“Go away!”

“Hoho—kh?!”

I grabbed onto Parmael’s flesh with both hands and tore it open.

Blood and guts poured out, but she didn’t die.

“Stop resisting!”

“You pathetic bastard… Pha?!”

[Human]

I gutted her like a chicken.

PSHSHSH!

But she recovered again.

“…”

I fought against her, holding back my nausea, but my sense of justice gradually dwindled as I saw no end to this fight.

Despite the loss of her divine power, Parmael still possessed immense Divinity as the First Angel.

I was a “god,” so I beat her unilaterally.

But it wasn’t enough to make her stay down.

“Hohoho!”

“You’re way too stubborn!”

“Cadet Kang Han Soo, I wish I had dealt with you sooner. I should have gotten rid of you as soon as you got FFF for personality.”

“Really?”

“But I decided it would be a waste, considering you would’ve been a useful hound due to your high combat power. However, I didn’t expect my dog to growl at its own master… Pha?!”

“I’ll make a great stuffed chicken out of you!”

I didn’t raise my power to such levels from my very first round because I wanted to.

I needed to be strong because of my companions.

The power of friendship? Power of love?

That was funny.

“Hohoho! You can’t destroy me. I have many allies in the universe serving me. Soon, they will come to my aid.”

“Do you think they’ll reach you in time?”

“My God! How frivolous. Even though you have become a deity, you still can’t drop human emotions. I am Parmael, the First Angel! I am fundamentally different from small creatures like you.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Parmael’s existence was so surreal that it completely ruined my imagination.

How could I deal with her?

“Let me handle this, handsome husband.”

“Hm?”

“I’m done with my preparations. Watch closely.”

Ssosia stepped forward.

Parmael, once again rebuilding her body, rushed forward, flapping her wings.

Ssosia didn’t move. Instead, she made a confident declaration.

“Heed my decree as the Fantasy Director. First Angel Parmael, I hereby appoint you as a teacher.”

“How dare you…”

If you do not stop this insolence, teacher Parmael, you shall be punished.”

“Hohoho! Don’t make me laugh, my niece! This world is mine! Nobody can take Fantasy away from me!”

“… Punishment.”

“This world… A-ah?!”

Even though Ssosia didn’t even touch her, Parmael began to roll on the ground with a terrible cry.

And she never got up again.

The reason was simple.

▷ Race: First Angel

▷ Level: 0

▷ Job: Queen (Charm → Domination ↑)

▷ Skills: Divinity GGG, Strength G, Obesity MAX, Flight MAX, Weight MAX …

▷ Status: Death, Dislocation, Fracture, Obesity, □□, Rage, □□, □□, Holy, □□, Desolation, □□…

Parmael’s level was reduced to 0, and in her status, “Death” appeared.

But thanks to the effect of her race, she quickly came to life. However, she could no longer move since she didn’t even have the strength to support her massive body.

Ssosia calmly spoke.

“Your treacherous days have come to an end, my aunt.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous…”

“I am no longer your clone, Parmael.”

“Stop! You …”

“Our souls share one body. I am now known as Ssosiel, the other Fallen Angel. Master Parmael, please continue to behave properly from now on.”

“Oh no… You can’t…”

Parmael, whose body became more and more transparent, soon completely disappeared.

My wife had become the perfect God-Creator.

The system developer and system operator had become one.

“… Is this the end?” I carefully asked my wife, who had acquired absolute power.

Would I finally be able to return to my home planet?

Ssosia, holding my hand, answered with a smile.

“No.”

“Hooray! The Righteous Hero’s return has finally come!”

“I said no.”

“Ssosia! Please!”

‘Master Mollan! Please scold this cowardly Fallen Angel for trampling on the hopes and dreams of an innocent hero!’

Mollan? Mollan…”