| Name: Otin (Self-proclaimed) Occupation: Chief God Level: 99 HP: 9999/9999 MP: 1024/1024 Strength: 2531 Endurance: 1549 Agility: 1922 Intelligence: 1678 Divine Power: 2999 Skills: [Ragnarok (MAX)] [Crisis Core (MAX)] [Grand Cross (MAX)] [Dragon Lance (MAX)] [Mounted Thrust MAX] [Rear Thrust (MAX)] [Normal Thrust MAX] Unique Skill: [Heaven’s Gate] Title: [Absolute God of the Sky Castle] |
I used Clairvoyance to check Otin’s abilities and… yeah. His stats were higher than mine across the board. If I got hit, there was a very real chance I was finished.
“…Here I come.”
“W-wait, hold on a sec—!”
“HAAAAAAAHHHH!!”
Get it together!
You’re overwhelmingly faster than he is!
Watch his movements carefully and dodge!
“Sacred Thrusttttt!!”
“Whoa! Hup!”
With a swift, flawless charge, Otin unleashed a strike aimed squarely at my heart. I somehow managed to wrench my body sideways at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding the blow. That had been way too close. With a sharp whoosh that sliced through the air, Otin shot past me at full speed.
Crap!
That was by a hair’s breadth!
Terrifying!
“Your backside is completely exposed! Rear Thrusttttt!!”
Otin abruptly killed all momentum and came to a dead stop. In one smooth motion, he reversed his grip on Kunknir. Without even turning around, he thrust the spear backwards—directly at my rear end with horrifying precision.
“W-why are you aiming for my butt from that position?! That’s ridiculous! Uwaah!”
Thrown into a panic by the seamless two-hit combination, I instinctively leapt into the air.
What a terrible move. The moment my feet left the ground, my options became limited—
“You think that was enough to evade me, Priest?! Mounted Thrusttttt!!”
Otin immediately recovered his stance and unleashed a powerful anti-air thrust.
Knew it!
I knew he’d follow up!
There’s no dodging this one!
To hell with it!
“HNNGH!”
“Oh? You stopped it?!”
Acting purely on instinct, I clamped both hands around the tip of Otin’s spear.
And somehow…
It worked.
I-I can actually do this!
“Unexpected. However…”
“Eh? W-whoa, whoa, whoa! My eyes! My eyes are spinninggg!”
Otin suddenly twisted Kunknir in his hands. Since I was gripping the spearhead with all my strength, I ended up spinning along with it. The world became a blur. My vision whirled. My stomach threatened to abandon ship.
“Hah!”
After spinning me around several more times, Otin finally swung the spear and flung me away. I crashed back-first into a massive pillar. The impact blasted the air from my lungs, leaving me momentarily unable to breathe.
“My Three Divine Thrusts form an inescapable sequence.”
Otin leveled Kunknir toward me and spoke with absolute confidence.
“There are no blind spots. No openings. No angles from which a mere human could exploit a weakness.”
The old man looked completely serious. And somehow, that only made the names of his attacks even more absurd.
As I sat slumped against the pillar, Otin looked down at me. His gaze was so sharp it felt like he was trying to skewer me on the spot.
S-scary.
“Daishi-san! Are you alright?!”
“Mina-chan! Stay back! It’s dangerous!”
Sure, I’d taken some damage, but it was nothing serious. The real problem was that there was no way I could handle Otin’s insane thrust attacks while also protecting Mina-chan.
“At least let me heal you—”
“No, I’m fine! Just get back, Mina-chan! Quickly!”
Keeping my attention fixed on Otin in case he launched another sudden assault, I got to my feet and guided Mina-chan behind the cover of a nearby pillar.
“Oh? Quite the gentleman, aren’t you, Priest?”
“…You’re one to talk.”
Otin hadn’t attacked. Not even when I was vulnerable. Not even when my focus had shifted to protecting Mina-chan. He had simply stood there and waited. For all his intimidating appearance, the man was exactly what he looked like—
A gentleman.
Or, at the very least, a warrior with a code of honor.
| > Oteiiiin-tsueee > The main god is incredible! > The name of the god isn’t just for show! > The name of the thrust is exquisitely obscene > The forced feeling of the mounted thrust > Was the old man’s ass targeted? > Did he instinctively think the ass was dangerous? > Well, actually, an old man’s ass is dangerous > Because it creates hell > Shall we head to using Hell gates early? > No. Save that as a last resort > He’ll even take out his comrades with that LOL > By the way, what happened to Shion? > Camera! Switch viewpoints! > Ah… (I see…) |
That’s right!
What happened to Shion after Ryunosuke carried her off?!
Damn it!
But I couldn’t take my eyes off Otin. I’d gotten so used to reading the comments out of the corner of my vision that I no longer needed to focus on them directly. Still, I didn’t have the luxury of looking around. Not against Otin.
Even a gentleman like him probably wouldn’t let an opening that obvious slide.
| > Shion-neesan wuwuwu > Ooooh, wow… > That’s actually insane… > Brutal. > That skill is busted. > Nah, that’s messed up. > Inevitable prairie LMAO |
Come on, chat!
Do your job!
Those are all just your reactions!
I need to know what’s actually happening to Shion!
Those comments tell me absolutely nothing! …Well, no. Actually, they did tell me one thing. Everyone sounded far too entertained for it to be a disaster. So she was probably alive. For now, that was good enough.
“Well then, let’s put an end to the warm-up, Priest.”
“…Huh?”
“Time is precious. I have seen enough to gauge your abilities. If you can withstand my ultimate technique, I shall declare this match your victory.”
“…Seriously?”
Wait.
Really?
That’s all I had to do?
Honestly, a wave of relief washed over me. Defeating an opponent like this might have left me with only one option: Hell Gate. And I really wanted to avoid using that. There is a good chance my allies would get caught up in it too after all.
If Otin was willing to acknowledge me without forcing things that far, then that was by far the better outcome. Maybe this old man wasn’t so bad after all.
Sure, he was absurdly strong. Sure, he looked intimidating enough to punch holes in mountains. But underneath all that, he might actually be a genuinely decent guy.
The thought had barely crossed my mind when another, far more important one followed.
Wait a second.
I suddenly have a very bad feeling about the phrase “ultimate technique”.
“Prepare yourself, Priest. If you let your guard down, your soul and all will be blown away to the depths of nothingness.”
Is it really such an amazing technique? A secret technique…
…No, no, no, no.
You’ve cultivated too much aura, Otin-san!
It’s so white, it looks like the steam rising from a famous hot spring resort in Oita Prefecture!
“Are you ready, Priest?”
No, not yet!…Maybe it would have been better to defeat him with [Hell Gate] after all?
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com
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