> LMAO WHAT IS THIS
> He actually threw it lololol
> What even is this fight anymore
> Brute-force cleric vs Oni God statue
> At this point he’s not even a cleric anymore
> Kaiju battle wtf
> Is Satsuki-chan okay??
> Old man protect Satsuki no matter what!
The massive Oni God statue crashed down with a thunderous impact, tearing through trees lining the approach as it slammed onto the ground on its back.
Honestly, I thought I was going to die. But when I put everything I had into stopping its stomp, I somehow managed to hold it back. And then I ended up spinning it around and throwing it. It flew farther than I expected, which was honestly a relief.
Yeah… maxed stats really are on another level.
“…Satsuki-chan, hang on!”
“Y-yes… I don’t think I can keep up with this anymore…”
“I’ll fight a bit farther away so you don’t get caught in it.”
“…Do you think you can win? That thing… doesn’t even feel like a dungeon monster. It feels like a pure monster.”
I know. I kind of understood that too. Clairvoyance had barely any effect on it at all. This must be the so-called “Final Trial.”
…But what kind of trial is this supposed to be?
Is this really meant to make me stronger?
For what purpose…?
Thinking back, the journey here had been far too convenient. From slimes at the beginning… all the way up to throwing a Raijin-class statue. And somewhere along the way, I even got forced to eat some weird offal dish I still didn’t understand. It felt like I had been “managing” things more than actually overcoming them.
In any case, I had to defeat that Oni God statue.
And if I did… I had a feeling I would finally learn the truth about that voice—the mysterious little girl that sometimes spoke directly inside my mind. I mean… it’s probably inside the main hall.
That little girl—she’s the only one who should know everything.
No, more than that, she’s probably the one who set all of this up in the first place. I have to win. And then I have to confront her. Carefully. Respectfully. No “loli harassment.”
“…Alright, I’m going!”
“Please come back alive, Daishi-san!”
The moment I stepped away from Satsuki-chan, I moved at full speed toward the Oni God statue, which was already beginning to rise again.
Well, “full speed” might be an exaggeration—it wasn’t that far to begin with.
“Gubububu… to think I would be thrown…”
“Hey, Oni-san. You’re not supposed to destroy that main hall, right?”
“…How… do you… know… that…”
“Yeah, figured as much. So your employer is inside that building, huh? Mind relocating this fight a bit?”
Since it’s too massive for me to properly look it in the eye, I spoke while staring up at what I assumed was its lower half. Its lower half still felt very much like a god.
…Though now that I thought about it, where exactly should we relocate?
There’s gotta be somewhere wider, right?
“From the beginning… that was my intent.”
“Oh, really? That’s convenient.”
From the beginning, huh.
No way. You were definitely planning to stomp us into dust instantly. Surprisingly competitive for a giant god statue.
“…So where are we going?”
Back to where it emerged behind the temple?
Or down toward the open plains beyond the approach?
I’ll go anywhere. As long as it keeps Satsuki-chan out of danger.
“Gubububu… to my domain—the ‘Southwest Prison Domain.’”
“…Huh?”
“Dimensional… distortion… activation.”
With that broken, fragmented declaration, the Raijin-like statue formed a hand seal. Then space itself began to twist.
This is—
> It’s the same thing as the rabbit fight!
> Teleportation?!?
> Like Ades’ Death Abyss Domain??
> Probably where the Oni God can go all out.
> Hope the signal doesn’t cut…
> That hand sign looks familiar lol
> Daishi, be careful!
> Don’t drag Satsuki-chan into it!
> We’re getting sucked in!!
I hadn’t checked the viewer count in a while. It had surged all at once—fifty million concurrent viewers. The comment section was completely beyond control. I couldn’t even make out what anyone was saying anymore.
Ah… this feeling.
It was exactly the same as when I got blown away by the Space-time Rabbit to the Nether class dimension. My consciousness started to drift.
No—not good!
Last time, Satsuki-chan had been there. But this time, I am alone. I couldn’t afford to pass out.
Stay focused. Hold on to your self.
I am Daishi Ajiri. A former corporate slave… And now, the strongest cleric!
“Gubububu… then… we shall meet… there.”
I thought I heard the Oni God’s voice echo from far away.
By then, I was already being swallowed into a vortex of space-time. My life was flashing before my eyes—
No, no, no. That’s exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.
This is real.
This is happening right now.
Whoosh.
“Ha!”
Even as I felt myself being sucked in unconsciously, I managed to hold on to my awareness and force my way through the barrier of space-time.
Good. I think I’m still okay!
But… where is this…?
“Welcome to my Southwest Prison Domain, Daishi Ajiri. This is where your life will end.”
The space around me looked distorted—like blue and white paint dissolved in water, swirling together into an unstable sky. There was ground beneath my feet… or at least, the sensation of standing on something solid. Distance itself felt unreliable, but just ahead, slightly off in the haze, someone was speaking my death sentence.
“…You…”
“Thanks for throwing me earlier. You nearly knocked the wind out of me.”
The Oni God statue… or at least, what I assumed it was… stood there.
But its appearance…
> …It seems I can only manifest in that form in the real world. Quite inconvenient, really.
> C-can’t… see… this time… ah—!
> It’s hereeee!
> Finally!
> Daishi is alive!
> Yo, you’re still breathing?
> Wait, who’s that muscular dude?
> He has horns?? Is that an oni??
> Those fangs are wild lol
> Wait… he’s kind of handsome??
> Is that actually Raijin-sama?
> It’s lowkey stylish to be honest
…Seriously, what even is this auto-tracking camera system?
It followed me all the way here?
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was part of my body. My wooden staff—the one weapon I had—didn’t seem to make it through the transfer.
Well, honestly, I didn’t really need it anyway. I’d only been carrying it to look the part of a proper monk. But my skills probably didn’t depend on it in the first place.
Still… that wasn’t the important thing right now.
“…Hey. Are you the Raijin statue I was fighting at the temple earlier?”
“I am Raijin. Not a statue.”
“Yeah, okay… but is this the Final Trial or something?”
“Final Trial? I know nothing of such affairs. Was that what the Master told you?”
The Master?
I mean, I was only told that by some system prompt or whatever that was. I even heard her saying that the final trial will be done outside the temple.
Maybe that voice itself was just part of “the Master”, the little girl from inside the temple?
“…Yeah, I guess I was told something like that. By Master—you mean that little girl, right?”
“W-What?! Little girl?! You dare insult the Master?!”
Huh?
Okay, this is definitely not lining up.
So she’s not a little girl?
Then what is she?
“The one you call Master… is she not the one inside the temple?”
“…No. That is incorrect.”
“Then who is this ‘Master,’ exactly?”
“Dungeon Master.”
“…Huh?”
“In your world, that being is referred to by that name.”
Dungeon Master
.…What the hell is that supposed to mean?
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com
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