FFF-Class Trashero - Chapter 417
Chapter 417 – [32Nd Round] Grandchildren
“The sword is…”
“I’m not interested in that. Just briefly explain what you were doing here with my brother.”
“Hmm… If you had fought the mollanroids, then you probably want to win against them next time around. If you want to be stronger than you are now—”
“I’ll figure out how to do that myself. That’s what I’ve done before and will continue to do so. Now, about my brother.”
“… You’re quite quick-tempered, friend.”
“That’s a strange thing to say.”
I didn’t even care what the Ignorant War God did to this god who wielded carrots as swords.
There was only one thing I desired.
To beat up my younger brother for laying his hands on my parents!
“Well, I’m not free enough to force people who don’t want to listen. How about this? I will lend you my Providence, so please use it to smash the mollanroids.”
“Not going to happen.”
“You don’t even know how to compromise! In times like this, all you have to do is say thank you.”
“I don’t understand your reasoning at all. Why are you trying to make others do it for you? You should just do it yourself.”
“I told you I was hiding here. Have you forgotten already?”
“If that’s the case, then…”
ã??A certain innocent goddess says she didn’t see anything.ã??
He had already been caught.
ã??A certain perfect sword god is filled with frustration.ã??
ã??A certain innocent goddess says not to worry about it.ã??
ã??A certain perfect sword god squeezes his head.ã??
“Do it yourself.”
Realizing the Innocent Goddess had caught him, he despondently sat down on the rocking chair then proceeded to explain his predicament.
“My divine power was composed of 314 trillion swordsmanships that could deal with any situation. With it, I could even cut through the universe with one carrot. A long time ago, I taught him my swordsmanship. (omitted) For the sake of world peace, he copied my techniques and transplanted them to androids, creating an absurd army of monsters. His intentions are clearly sublime, but I was forced to fall into a sense of relative deprivation.”
“You’ve lost the skill you’ve spent your whole life honing.”
I suppressed my annoyance towards him for a moment and gently sat on the sofa next to him.
He piqued my interest.
As the Righteous Hero, I couldn’t just overlook this subject.
The act of ignoring the misfortune and damage of the few was below me.
How should the Righteous GGG-Class Hero cope with this sudden situation?
… I couldn’t say for sure, so I decided to listen a bit more.
“So I created 314 trillion additional swordsmanships to battle the existing 314 trillion swordsmanships that can cope with all situations.”
Regardless of whether his story was true or not, I already knew he was a great and powerful god just by looking at the astronomical number of swordsmanships he had.
That was probably why he became the sword god.
If someone took everything away from me for a cause, I would have vowed to take revenge.
But this man persevered and looked for another way.
That alone spoke of his greatness.
After all, it was a form of justice that I couldn’t commit to.
“However, after making 628 trillion swordsmanships, I felt empty again since I had no place to use it for. If I were to pass them on to others and make them fight against the mollanroids, this universe’s peace might be shattered.”
He would create a virus to exact revenge for him, but he would destroy universal peace in the process.
Shouldn’t this man stop using swords and become a Hero instead?
It definitely seemed like he picked the wrong job.
“Still, it saddens me that I’m the only one who knows about all of my 628 trillion swordsmanships.”
“Uncle Sword God.”
“If possible, please call me Uncle Carrot. Sword God… sounds no different from being the god of murder, so I’ve always hated it. Grant me this request, at least.”
“Then, Uncle Carrot.”
“You want peace in the universe, but your reputation matters too, right?”
“The way you worded it sounds snobbish, but you’re not wrong.”
“Then you’ve already succeeded.”
“While I was fighting the mollanroids, they clearly mentioned their 314 trillion swordsmanships belong to a certain sword god. The universe already knows of your name, and the very people you hated are the ones who spread it.”
“The Mollan Corps and the Ignorant War God aren’t as savage as you think.”
But as opponents, they were certainly dangerous, considering they were powerful enough to be called invincible.
The great god in front of me grew speechless.
“Since you persevered for the peace of the universe even if it meant being deprived of your skills, I think everyone should recognize your noble heart as well. Moreover, the Mollan Corps, the mollanroids included, and the War God behind them aren’t always right. I was a victim of their mistakes, too.”
“… Can you tell me your story?”
I made every effort to explain everything in detail from the beginning, which I, the Righteous Hero, rarely did.
Immediately after telling him my history with Mollansoft in such a lengthy way, I said, “Something like that…”
In response, he reacted the way I hoped he would.
He resented them as if he was the one who experienced it and apologized to me as if it was his fault.
This was the ideal outcome for me.
He showed interest in the bait I cast.
“There are many people out there who are being treated unfairly by your 314 trillion swordsmanships, Uncle Carrot, but it’s not your fault, so be strong and cheer up.”
“Thank you so much for saying that…”
“If you ever want to, please come by the Fantasy Institution later. As I said before, I use that place to nurture those who want justice to stand tall in the universe.”
“… I don’t think we need to wait until later.”
“Thank you for showing me the right path while I was lost in the abyss. I’ve decided to teach my 628 trillion swordsmanships to righteous Heroes. I will atone for the mistakes of my past by developing those who can help the people that’ve been treated unfairly by the Mollan Corps like you.”
“Is that so…”
I reached out to him, pretending I didn’t just succeed in manipulating him.
We shook hands.
“I wish you all the best in the future, Fantasy President.”
“Me too, Carrot Teacher.”
I just caught a ridiculously big fish!
Everything was going according to plan.
The sword god returned home to pack up.
Immediately after that, my cowardly wife, who had been silent all this time, almost as if she was holding her breath, trembled.
“Phew! That was amazing, handsome husband! You just turned the sword god into one of our teachers!”
“Is that guy that famous?”
“Yes! As you said, the mollanroids talked like parrots about the source of their swordsmanship, so everyone knows about him!”
“I’m so excited! Students who want to learn his swordsmanship will flock to the Fantasy Institution in the future!”
“Is that so?”
Listening to Ssosia’s words, it seemed I caught a fish bigger than I expected.
ã??A certain restless demonic god calls someone a pushover.ã??
He talked too much!
Wait, since when had he been snooping around?
ã??A certain innocent goddess agrees that a certain restless demonic god talks too much.ã??
ã??A certain restless demonic god says it’s true.ã??
ã??A certain innocent goddess throws her pillow with all her might.ã??
ã??A certain restless demonic god defends himself, screaming.ã??
… They should play quietly.
I needed GGG-rank Incitement and Fabrication to persuade the sword god, but it was worth it.
Because of him, I now saw the path I needed to pursue in the future.
It was realistically impossible for me to defeat the War God since all gods currently supported him.
However, wouldn’t it be possible to put a stop to his dominance?
It was a very dangerous idea.
But if one were to retreat because it was dangerous, they didn’t deserve to be called a Hero.
I would never do anything that would bring shame to my Providence!
Such an act would be no different from denying my life, after all.
“It’s about time we leave Earth, handsome husband. I know you want to stay longer, but…”
“Visiting my home planet once after so long is enough for me. I’ll be negotiating with my parents tonight as well.”
“About bringing them to my home.”
It wasn’t that they were in a difficult situation or that their house was too small for comfort.
However, after witnessing the tricks my brother did to my parents, I immediately realized I could no longer delay this. If I did, I might just regret it.
I decided to take my parents to the safest place I knew.
“It wouldn’t be easy…”
“I’ll have to use their cute grandchildren against them.”
“Ah! So you’ve decided to use cowardly attacks, your specialty, huh?”
“How is that my specialty?”
My cowardly wife turned away from me after uttering such unfounded sophistry, all to feign innocence.
“Your little brother is a little stupid, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. I didn’t expect him to go to Fantasy after running away from home.”
According to the information I received from Uncle Carrot, it seemed that my younger sibling had been habitually saying that he admired life in Fantasy.
If he escaped to a different planet, I probably never would’ve found him again.
Conversely, I didn’t know he’d crawl right into the lion’s den.
“Husband. There is a saying that the beacon is dark underneath.”
“It depends on the beacon.”
There was no such thing as darkness in mine, after all.
“Well, you still need to convince your parents to come with you, husband. I’ll go ahead and prepare the house where they’ll be staying.”
Master Mollan and my cowardly wife rode her obscene stingray back to Fantasy.
“As for me…”
It was time to begin my fight to bring my beloved parents to Fantasy!
It ended up being surprisingly easy.
This was because Sleloli, who was already homesick, had been gently persuading my parents.
Weren’t they too obsessed with their pet?
However, I decided to let it slide this time since we shared the same goals anyway.
Their grandchildren easily put an end to the little resistance that was left of them, too.
Although the first grandson to visit them was my adopted son, Green Cake.
Having dealt with numerous Heroes, he quickly analyzed his grandparents to please them.
As a result, they couldn’t stop their laughter due to my boy’s wit.
“Hello. I am Chris Kureil.”
There was nothing cute about Haris, my son with Kaisa, who visited the second time.
If Kaisa had come with us, this mama’s boy’s attitude would’ve been slightly different. Unfortunately, her existence was tied to Fantasy.
“This grandson of ours is definitely handsome. He doesn’t look anything like our son, and he has a great personality, too.”
Haris, who showed a strange competitive spirit against Green Cake, created a friendly atmosphere around my family.