FFF-Class Trashero
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[32nd Round] Calm down!

『A certain evil spirit is attracted by the .』

『A certain god clenches his fists at the word passion.』

『A certain god complains that 24/7 is too much.』

『A certain restless demonic god hastily applies for it.』

『A certain boring antagonist shows deep interest.』

The gods’ responses were better than expected.

Those messages proved there were probably as many gods living in this vast universe as Heroes!

Of course, their goals were a little different.

If Heroes acted based on a sense of duty, the gods simply wanted to be freed from a boring life.

Money? Honor? Authority? Control?

For them, all of those were worthless and could be easily obtained.

What they desired was to be acknowledged and recognized as a full-fledged ‘god.’

Just like how house owners felt as if they owned the whole world when giving sugar water to ants, who would then rush towards them, the gods desired the same feeling.

“They only feel rewarded when they’re acknowledged by those in the same or higher plane as them, not by human beings.”

Everything else was as worthless as the numbers and actions of ants to humans.

『A certain righteous divine being welcomes all good educators.』

When I met and talked to Carrot Teacher, I was easily convinced he would be a good fit for our institution.

Though depressed after losing his swordsmanship to the mollanroids, his emotions swiftly brightened up when Morality Teacher treated him like a celebrity.

I was certain there would be a similar response.

『A certain god reveals his ambition to become a great teacher』

『A certain prideful fanatic wonders if he’s the perfect fit.』

『A certain shameless native applies without hesitation.』

…

The problem was that there were too many of them.

Fantasy, which had prided itself on being a solid and stable dimension, was shaken by the number of visiting gods.

“… It’s surprisingly tolerable.”

Their presence normally would’ve been heavy for me, but the more gods visited, the more my divine power increased.

Should I call it the institution’s entrance fee?

It was no different from the teachers paying me to teach students in my school.

“What’s happening?!”

Director Bakery, sensing something unusual and strange was afoot, immediately ran to me.

Wearing the Righteous GGG-Class Hero’s smile, I reassured him calmly.

“It’s okay, Director Bakery.”

“I can’t breathe!”

“Once you get used to their presence, you’ll be fine. Until then, you’ll definitely find them difficult to handle, though.”

“Then…”

It wasn’t just my fellow Heroes with individual distinctions that responded to my job .

“This is a school…”

“Am I in Hell’s Office?!”

“Silence in school… is a bummer! Taste my flour bomb!”

“Hey! Stop it!”

“Tsk! That’s cowardly!”

The gods who lived beyond anyone’s control did as well.

I wanted to reject everyone from the interview phase alone, but that might incur the wrath of the gods, which would then cause the Fantasy Institution’s destruction.

“I know we have many students, but…”

If I were to distribute the students appropriately among all the deities, I no longer would have any problem.

“There are just too many of them…”

However, as pointed out by Bakery, the deities’ numbers didn’t gradually decrease but instead kept increasing.

[Hero]

Likewise, my power also grew stronger.

After unlocking my Providence, I gained confidence that I could do anything, but that feeling had now turned into an urge to become arrogant.

That was how incredible and valiant my strength was becoming.

“Director Bakery. I need you to assign each new teacher a seat in the faculty room and classrooms except for the first and second grades. Distribute them to third grade and higher.”

“That’s easy to say, but…”

“Bakery.”

“Yes, President?”

“What made you think the responsibilities of a Director wouldn’t be hard? Would you like me to remove you from your position now?”

“… I’ll do my best.”

“That’s the spirit.”

I entrusted this whole ordeal to Director Bakery, who remained faithful and true to his duties!

“Nyahahaha!”

“Hey?! Give me back my panties!”

“Nyahahahaha!”

“Punishment!”

“Nyahaha- Kuek?!”

This whole event was insane.

In particular, whenever the high-ranking gods made a fuss, they sent tremors across the Fantasy dimension that could’ve made it explode, not just tremble, if not for the growth in my power caused by the ‘admission’ fees the gods paid.

“President.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been blessed with a beautiful sweet-voiced daughter that resembles my wife. All I want is to see her grow up to become someone great…”

“Oh?! Congratulations! I’m sure you’ll be able to watch over her until she grows old. What are you even so worried about?”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to live long enough to do that…”

“Hahaha! That’s a great mindset, Director! A true Hero must always be vigilant about death!”

“Ha…”

I gave him a piece of advice the moment he sighed.

“How about taking this opportunity to learn from them and become a god yourself?”

“Is that possible?”

“Well, it’s certainly better than learning how to become one by yourself.”

“…”

I patted his spine to cheer for him, then came out of the greatly expanded office.

I had recruited the gods, but I had no intention of instructing them what to do. There was no way those free spirits would follow.

It was up to them whether they’d teach the students or not.

All I had to do was lay the foundations.

“Drug Hero.”

“What is it?”

“As Fantasy’s native, I feel great seeing this rural world of ours fill up with urban dwellers.”

“That’s great to hear.”

“What are you going to do now, though? Are you going to leave all your household chores to my cowardly niece as planned and enjoy the indolent life of an unemployed person?”

“Hmm. The day for me to do that hasn’t come yet.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to live that life soon!”

“Of course.”

My dreams were precious, after all.

Still, I couldn’t do it right now. The only ones worthy of laziness were those prepared for it.

Or tyrants.

“What are you up to now, Drug Hero?”

“There wouldn’t be a problem if I were to do a heroic deed, right?”

Fabrication and incitement.

I diligently fiddled with my mollanphone.

⤷ Munchkin: Catch up to me already, my juniors. A world of Fantasy filled with hopes and dreams awaits you.

⤷ Odin: What grade are you even in for you to consider yourself our senior?

⤷ Baal: Hey. Don’t feed the attention-hungry bastard.

⤷ Shiva: So he’s Zeus #2?

⤷ Luke: If you want to pretend to be a senior here, please provide proof you’re in a higher grade than we are. If you can, that is.

⤷Zeus: Did you call for me, Shiva? ^^

⤷Allah: You two should just date already.

“Hmm…”

The mollanphone community seemed to have turned the situation into one where I couldn’t even prove I was their senior despite claiming to be one.

However, if I stepped down now like a defeated hound, my ‘Righteous GGG-Class Hero’ title would cry.

There was only one solution to all this.

I had to take a photo and post it.

“Where are you going, Drug Hero?”

“The sixth-grade classroom.”

I wanted to go to 8th grade, but they might think I was a faculty member if I did.

Currently, the students in the lead were only in 4th grade, excluding re-admitted teachers.

So 6th grade was just right.

“Let’s go!”

“I’ll be coming with you even if you don’t urge me to anyway.”

Flash-!

The 6th Fantasy world, ruled by the Great Child Religion and giants.

Also known as the cute Captain Fantasy’s cradle.

*****

“… Oh, dear.”

“Huh?”

“Are you enjoying life?”

“Wao~♪”

My final weapon, Captain Fantasy, was living like a baby.

With his size greatly reduced, he sucked Second Angel Umamiel’s voluptuous breasts while being held in her arms.

More importantly, her expression was the epitome of corruption itself!

Ecstatically, she wiped the saliva flowing down his lips and greeted me.

“What brought the President to this shabby temple?”

“Field trip.”

“Ah!”

“I won’t be long. My cowardly wife strongly believes in autonomy, so I’ll just take a photo for verification.”

“Of course. Please take as many as you want.”

Click.

As soon as I got permission, I stood next to them and took a picture with my mollanphone.

Hmm. Not bad.

“Drug Hero.”

“We’re not going to retake it just because you closed your eyes.”

“Hmph! I, the First Spirit, will always be beautiful no matter what shape I’m in anyway. However, if my niece sees this, I think her jealousy will explode.”

“Why?”

All I saw when I looked at it was her handsome husband working hard.

“You two look like a married couple.”

“… How so?”

“That extra-large baby looks just like you and is being held by a woman. It’s the perfect photo to cause suspicions.”

“…”

That detective-level reasoning power didn’t suit the Addicted Spirit at all.

Cold sweat ran down my back.

It was already too late. I had already uploaded it to the Mollanphone community.

⤷ Munchkin: Do you believe me now?

⤷ Luna: Wow! It’s the Great Child Religion’s baby and Saintess!

⤷ Aries: He’s so cute! Starting today, I’m switching religions.

⤷ Amon: The real god came out!

⤷Zeus: Have you seen it, Shiva? He’s a real senior that’s qualitatively different from someone who’s only pretending to be one, like you.

⤷ Shiva: What are you trying to say, keyboard warrior? Why don’t you stop hiding and come to the Elfheim Empire Capital Square immediately?

⤷Sieg: As your junior, I would like to say hello to you, senior Munchkin!

FFF-Class Hero Sieg was still alive?

I thought he had given up and returned to Earth already, but it seemed he was still here in Fantasy.

He’s surprisingly tough…

“Are you okay?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Was there even a way to delete the authentication photo I already sent from the mollanphone community?

Giving up and calmly accepting my fate, I looked back at the baby sucking on a soft and plump breast three times his head’s size.

… He was living the most indolent life I had ever seen.

I didn’t think Captain Fantasy would turn my dream into reality before I could do it myself.

“Ask me anything, President. I know all there is to know about this sixth dimension.”

“Hmm…”

If I told her I was just here to take a photo, my reputation would fall to the bottom.

I pretended to think about Umamiel’s suggestion.

“Is the Great Child Religion doing well?”

This stupid baby was my incarnation. In other words, the religion that followed him was a religion that believed in me.

I decided to take this opportunity to find out how much the education here had expanded.

“We are overtaking Mollan’s Teachings! Having gained the absolute support of even the strongest giants and dragons in the Fantasy world, the Great Child has become the most popular being in the world!”

“Right.”

I felt sorry for Master Mollan, but there seemed to be a limit to his church’s expansion since they were forced into hiding and seclusion.

“Wah?”

As long as he didn’t prove his existence and actively worked like this guy, Mollan’s Teachings will inevitably be defeated by the Great Child Religion.

I felt pity.

Both were religions I was involved in.

They were doing well and coexisting in peace until the Goddess Church, which worshiped Parmael’s ugly face, was pushed out and exterminated, causing the two remaining religions to fight for dominance and leadership.

“I might be stepping over the line here, President, but wouldn’t it be okay for things to keep going at this rate?”

“Why?”

“I recently found out that Fantasy’s culture has been introduced and now influences the outside world because of Mollansoft. Mollanism, which praises Mollan, already exists in the universe.”

“Really?”

If the universe had really already acknowledged his existence, then Fantasy’s locals were no longer the only ones aware of his greatness.

“That’s why I think Fantasy should have at least its own religion. What do you think, baby?”

“Huh? Aye!”

“… I see.”

Perhaps the time had come for him to become self-reliant.

“See you later.”

“Thank you for visiting us, President.”

“Wao.”

According to the spirits’ intel, as the First Spirit predicted, my jealous wife was already heading this way.

I had to make a quick escape.

“Where are you planning to hide, Drug Hero?”

“Hiding? Ha! Only people with weak spines do that!”

With tears in my eyes, my love for Morality Hero… Oh!

“What’s wrong?”

“… Nothing.”

I thought I forgot to rescue her from Carrot Teacher, but it probably was just my imagination.

My thoughts were interrupted by an unusual student’s message on the mollanphone community.

⤷ Aries: Are you all okay? Calm down! This mysterious world has kidnaped you.

“… An interesting student.”

The Righteous Senior Hero headed to the 1st-grade Fantasy world, now crowded with freshmen!