A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

"[Flaming Hammer (Divorcade)]!"

Saab deployed a magic formation at his feet.

At the same time, a huge flame appearing overhead.

"What is all of a sudden advanced magic...... a little, restless?

"Ha! It's only now that you can afford it!

- "Whoa! Saab, all of a sudden it's advanced magic!

Moderators stir up guests.

Then Saab smiled niggardly and showed me some room.

Provocative eyes and attitudes.

They're gonna shake me from the inside out.

"Let's get started! Show the crappy investors our farce!

Then Saab relentlessly unleashed the overhead flame just after I finished saying whether the word 'farce' had crippled him.

But... what is this?

――――

"You told me to calm down, didn't you?

"Gu! …"

I instantly moved to zero distance and grabbed Saab's neck.

The 'Hammer of Fire' then explodes over the venue.

- "Whoa! What's this all about! There's a giant flame I should have unleashed on Nito players! In just a moment, they disappeared into the sky!

The host is confused.

"No way... were you slapping such a big mouth to that extent?

To be honest, I'm disappointed.

So much so that I think it's better to strangle him like this.

"Come on!... leave... let's"

All of a sudden it was called advanced magic, and I wondered if I was also some kind of secret, but as a result, Saab just chanted magic and let it go.

There was no operation or anything.

"Weak...... too weak. Is it slow chanting, slow magic, and all of a sudden advanced magic? Are you kidding me? I'm spoilt for getting out of hand somewhere, leaving you wanting to win, etc. You've said that before, haven't you? If this is the battlefield, you think you're already dead?

"Whoa!"

With my neck grabbed, I slammed Saab straight to the ground.

"Ha! ……

Blood splashes from Saab's mouth.

Can't you even accept it?

"[Flame (Fire)]!"

Then Saab, breathing, set fire to me in the fall.

"What is this?

I light it with my feet.

Then the fire flew into the passenger seat and went out against the protective wall.

"I can't clap."

I crouch and ear to Saab.

"This school match is a show for me. As a slight punishment for killing you, I will give you a taste of it. The pain of the abused?

- 'What is it?! Saab! I'm not getting up! It's going to be a Nito victory as it is......! Yep!?

I magically snatched the "loudspeaker” from the host directly beneath the Demonic Light Bulletin Board.

"... I'll borrow a little"

Confused moderator.

But I don't mind, I'll do a mild microphone test.

Happy...

Now, everything is delightful!

"Gentlemen! As you can see, this game is my win. But don't you feel a little wasted to finish like this?

I spoke to everyone in the room.

Goddamn venues. And everyone is looking at me.

It would be about this fellow who is no longer giving me eyes to Saab lying around.

"But things don't go the way you want them to. It's Saab lying here, but if I put a little hand on it, I'll lose my mind. In that case, the game will remain lightly over. I haven't used a single piece of magic yet, but that's something I can't help."

Little by little, the venue was settling down.

Everyone is listening to my words.

"But that's what fighting is all about. And if combat is what it is, that's what this is all about, then this is a total farce!

The moment I said so, the venue quieted down.

"From what I've heard, Phishanatika is more practice-oriented than Heirkwalt or something..."

I've heard such stories before.

So every year, he says the school match is a victory for Fishanatica.

"But look at him and you'll see. That was bullshit."

What these guys are doing is not fighting or anything.

It's just a game.

"When Razhausen was attacked by the Empire, there were numerous adventurers there. They all risked their lives to protect the King's capital. The figure was not an adventurer or anything, but just a hero. Like me, they were truly brave and truly heroic, compared to those who were tailored from a whim to a hero who defended their country."

A hero is... I mean those guys.

He didn't stop running, even though he knew he'd die if his opponent stood up in S-rank, guys like them.

"Mr. Saab used advanced magic earlier, didn't he? It's a boulder. The boulder is a student of Fishanatica. No, should I say the boulder is a brave man summoned by Grayberg? Either way, it's a boulder. I've just won so far. Anyway, at that time, none of the adventurers who stood up to the Empire were able to handle advanced magic..."

Yogi and Cedric...... Cedric in particular was the highest-level adventurer among them.

But even that Cedric couldn't use advanced magic.

But...

"But Mr. Saab? You have mastered advanced magic, but you are far weaker than those adventurers who defended the King's capital! It's not even at their feet!

That's when Saab stood up out of breath.

"What is a college for?! Are all the investors invested in this kind of crap? If so, you should stop now! This kind of practice isn't worth a school I don't even know!

I lift Saab with a mind-blowing force and float in the universe.

"Come on!..."

"What is a counter-school match?! Is that a farce?! Are you purposefully showing farce in this formatted place where great kings of all nations gather?! I want you to be an idiot, too! The students were just playing magically! That's why even those who were most praised for excellence were lightly attacked by my people! You were surprised to see that, weren't you? But it's perfectly natural! There's a demon guide who doesn't know how to fight in action! Whether it's an F-rank or an E-rank! Because you can't possibly be against adventurers!

Oswald said it meant a lot to keep this school alive, but honestly, it meant nothing.

I broke it from the ground up.

The investors will wake up too if they find out that they were raising a Magic Instructor, in fact, a school that was just mass-producing those below the level of apprenticeship Magic Instructor.

"By the way, he has declared war on me the other day. Or" I'm the one who wins ”... When I heard that, I thought. He doesn't understand his powers or his situation at all. I'd love to ask him that! What is a benefit?! What the hell is the benefit of a brave man?!

The venue was completely, speechless.

Saab? You're such a trash scumbag.

You think you're gonna win? It was a problem before that.

You can't even handle magic properly.

"Magic is not a tool for play! Not to mention to play a game...... not even a tool to defeat the opponent!

It's time.

There's also the next game.

"-Tools to stop and kill the roots of your breath for sure"

Let's get this over with.

"That's all I'm talking about... it's not funny that it's over like this. I told you it was a tool to kill, but a counter-school match is a spectacle. Above all, I need to enjoy you all. So, Mr. Saab? This is the last one, but let's re-order it once and play the game. This magic item will be returned to the host."

I used the mindfulness power and returned the microphone to the confused host in the far away MC seat.

"[Healing (Heel)]!"

And treat Saab and at the same time lower him to the ground.

By then, the wound had completely healed.

If it's my magic, it's this kind of scratch for a moment.

"Healing...... you think it's magic? ……

Saab was surprisingly surprised to see my magic.

"Surprised? Phew... I am the weakest magician. I'm a healer."

That's right, Saab...

You! You were just treated like a spectacle, like the weakest healer who cursed you for incompetence!

You see that?!

You know what that means?!

"How do you feel about losing to incompetence? Mr. Saab?"

"Oh, you..."

There are as many healers as there are.

This guy won't realize it's me.

"Come on, Saab, let's start the last game, shall we? But don't worry. Of course I'll give you a break. Otherwise, you could have killed him by mistake. See? Sometimes when you pick ants, they crush you, don't they? That's what it looks like."

Then the power returned to Saab's eyes.

"Ants...... you say?

This guy has a low boiling point all the time.

"Yeah...... oh! Excuse me. Of course, it's just an analogy, isn't it?

Saab changing his expression within a look.

From there came fierce anger.

"Come on! Let's get started!

I spread my hands and expressed my whole body's disrespect for Saab for what I could not express with my expression.

Saab turns further anger at the way it is.

I know I'm incompetent, but I don't want to admit I'm incompetent.

Dilemma. Is that what this is about?

"Shit. Oh!

At that moment, Saab pulled his sword out of the sheath he laid on his hips, poking at it and approaching it well.

"Will the sword also be used, then I will give you one weapon"

I made a dimensional slice appear in my skill, "The King's Ark," from which I took out the "Executor's Axe".

At that moment, the venue begins to bother.

Moderators watching this one in the distance also opened their mouths and were taken aback.

- Different space storage.

As Zeke has said before, this still seems to be a pretty rare thing.

But Saab comes at me without changing his expression.

Are you concentrating on the game, or are you just ignorant...

"Whoa!

Saab put his strength into it and waved his sword down.

Is this something called a broadsword?

I don't know because I don't know much about it.

And the moment the blade and the blade met, my axe slashed Saab's sword.

"Become!"

A sword that is broken unbroken.

It wasn't broken or shattered, it was "slashed."

But Saab won't give up while he's stunned.

I immediately threw my sword away and soon came towards me.

With positive fist from light motion.

Does Fishanatica also teach handsets?

Left fist, right fist, spinning kick, flying kick.

Saab shows off as if he was used to the combination he originally had on his head.

I judged them with one hand.

And in the meantime, the axe will be stored in different spaces.

"It wasn't just magic, was it? I admire you on that point. But this is fun, too. Even humans are less physically inferior creatures than beasts, for example. What do you want with that fist? Are you going to even take it down from me? That's why it's sweet. With moves rolled out of your poor flesh, people can't kill. Not that powerful. It's really inefficient. You're just being cool, aren't you? arrogantly overconfident, and self-evident greed. That's you now. For example! -"

- I rolled out my palm bottom to Saab's throat buddha.

Of course, it's powerless.

If I'm serious, Saab's neck will blow.

"Hey!..."

Saab couldn't even speak, he spit out of his mouth, and gently bounced behind him and fell off his back to the ground.

- This is called a move.

- In the guest seat, the famous were also watching the game.

With swordsmen and magicians, but familiar with their fields.

Even if they say they have a name, they are less known of their identity.

In the meantime, there was someone there.

"Is that..." The Petrified Bird (Cocatris) Faction "?

"Master Brahms? Do you know that one?

There was a middle-aged man there called Brahms, who had long silver twisted hair and a long mustache.

Girl featuring pointed ears on long blonde hair for quite a while. The skin is clear.

"It's a lost ancient sword move. I've seen it in the literature. A sword that also crushes the sword, weaving bare-handed moves and petrified magic. That's the Petrified Bird (Cocatris) genre. But why can he use it... he doesn't look so old..."

That said, since the political sect is now hiding his identity in a mask, there is no way he can tell his age or anything.

This is roughly Brahms' rule of thumb.

"More than that, it's time for this game too..."

"How much do you think you are?

"Uhm... it's a very difficult thing. I don't know about this. The other guy is the other guy. He hasn't used magic once yet."

Brahms watches the game as he strokes his mustache.

With those giddy eyes, what the hell are you looking at?

Even being passive, honestly, I'm getting tired of it.

"You've calmed down the venue cheers, too, haven't you?

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Shaking his shoulders, Saab repeatedly breathes rough.

"I could have performed about one magic, but you can't do this"

"[Flaming Armor (Flame Armor)]!"

Then Saab lights a fire on his right hand.

Fire enough to cover your fists.

"Is it a demon costume...... Ha-ha-ha! Again, there is no art"

"Uh-oh!

Saab just comes in a straight line.

"Ha..."

I take it with my left hand with a sigh.

"Behold!... my flames... with my bare hands"

"What are you surprised about? No way, you think something like this would work for me?

Saab was just stunned.

Because I'm not even burned while I'm touching the fire.

And bewildered, giving a rugged look.

But that's when Saab's expression changed.

The confusion disappeared and Saab was grinning for some reason in his misery.

What are you gonna do?

What's wrong with you?

"Heh... heh... heh heh"

"What's wrong?

Have you been overwhelmed and out of your mind?

"No, nothing. See? Just do it, all right? I can't beat you anyway."

"Me now? That's not true. You can't win for life, can you?

"Hehe...... maybe? But... nothing."

"What?"

"I must have been interested in you from the beginning. Because I knew from the start I couldn't win. I wanted to foil it. And I wanted to see what it was like. What the hell kind of guy is S Rank, who is also called a hero? How well does it work when I fight now? Simply, that's what I wanted to know. But... hehe... I'm better at clapping. I'm disappointed."

"What are you trying to say?

"I didn't think a hero would be so serious about a kid like me. Sell your charm to the audience while nicoting anyway, and I'll just be a pull. That's boring. I thought it was the result. But it wasn't..."

"No?..."

"What? Are you surprisingly stupid? Heh... Still, at first, I thought you were playing me. I thought the hero couldn't be serious. But not you now. I know... for a guy like me, right? You know exactly what that feels like, don't you?

Saab laughed to show off.

I showed my teeth and raised my mouth angle hatefully.

Nature and strength entered the right hand receiving Saab's hand.

Grip to the point of breaking the bone gently.

"Guh!............... see? I reacted again. Yours is, - a personal grudge. Obviously."

Sweat from his forehead, a hella laughing and showing Saab.

He's the one who made fun of people everywhere.

"Is that so funny? You think you can beat me?

"I'll admit I'm strong. They'll admit it, too, right? But it doesn't have the contents. Surprisingly, you might not be the same as us.

I was laughing in my mask when I realized.

I was smiling naturally.

"Hehe... right now under that mask is probably overflowing with hatred for me, right? What? Didn't you care so much about the declaration of war? You know, it's just an introduction, right? A hero can't be tolerant of that? That's a masterpiece, man."

This guy...

"Take me..."

I'm so curious...

"Don't piss me off, okay? ……

――――

- At that moment, there was a big shake in the venue.

Guest seats gradually start to squirm.

But the next moment, it turned into a scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!

A crack ran on the venue wall and the center field cracked wide.

It appeared as if there had been a ground breakdown around the political sect, and Saab was just as obscure as that.

"Become! What!?

At that time, something like a red and black shadow leaked from the body of the political sect.

It is also visible to those around it.

That wrapped around the political sect and swallowed Saab.

"Around!"

A political sect that allows Saab to float in space without touching him.

From the mask you can see a clear red light and a faintly glowing red.

"What?... its eyes..."

"You think I'm out of hand? What am I mistaken for?

The political sect inquired in a small and powerful voice.

"Gu......"

"You can always kill me, can't you?

And when Zhengzong grabbed Saab's neck with his right hand, he threw momentum far away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Saab is flown as fast as a moment.

Saab was not even given time to take the passive, he just plunged into the ground.

And when the wobble healed, the venue was flashed by the way it was.

But the red and black shadows have not yet disappeared.

A political sect that puts a kick in the lying Saab while suppressing his power to the point where he is critical to his death.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

Saab managed to endure even as he spit blood.

venue to quiet back to the way it was.

Everyone was breathing.

Some of them turned a blind eye to too much cruelty.

But I will not stop the political sect.

To the present ”hero”, the surrounding situation was not visible.

And to that appearance, Brahms, the mysterious man, wrinkled between his eyebrows in a rugged manner, watching.

"Dear Brahms, what the hell is that red and black thing!? ……

"I don't know, I don't know... it doesn't seem like it's just a decoration. Is that magic? But I've never seen such magic fluctuations. Besides, I've been wondering about it for a while now, but I don't feel the magic. So, what's this? It feels like you're being stabbed with a needle."

"... I don't really like this feeling"

"Me, too. I don't know, but either way, I'm not just a magician... adventurer Nito... who..."

Brahms' expression was a difficult one.

Peeping, and haunting his head at the identity of the shadow.

I don't even know who this person is, I don't even know what to think.

What the hell is this guy thinking?

The political sect stopped once.

There was a Saab who managed to breathe there, and how it was finally time to stay conscious.

But consciousness never breaks.

The political sect won't let me pass out so easily.

At that time, the red and black shadows around him moved to concentrate on the right hand side of the political sect.

And it gradually stabilized, and turned into something like Doss Black Cage Hand.

Pointed fingertips.

A sharp nail makes me imagine cruelty to what is to be done.

Most of those in the guest seat looked down, "I can't watch anymore".

And the referee was floating a question mark as to why he would not stop.

"They have protective walls here. So no matter how much damage you do, you can't kill them. But..."

The political ministry then raised his caged arm on the spot.

"[Surgical Destruction (Seoul Blake)]!"

At that time, large enough magic formations appeared over the sky to envelop the entire venue.

The falling red and black light. The light lit up the venue.

And that destroyed the protections that were being applied in the venue.

But most people do not realize what the sacred ministry has done.

The Guardian Order is invisible.

Then the political sect approached Saab step by step, looking strangely at the caged hand of his right hand.

"I'm not going to kill you. But a little... Ha-ha-ha!

A political sect laughing like crazy.

Everyone at the venue distorted their expression at the way it looked.

But the laughter itself is not heard so far away.

The voice only sounds slight.

But what's going on there now?

That's about what I'm looking at.

"Do you want me to break one arm? Which one of you has the upper hand? Let's make it impossible for you to use your sword."

But I haven't heard back from Uncle Sabu.

"Huh... not really?

That's when the political sect kicked the ground.

And with strength in his right hand, he sets his aim on Saab's arm, remembering that he was holding the sword earlier.

"This is going to make things a little easier."

"That's it!

――――

Then I heard a voice first.

The political sect heard it, at the same time, stopping his leg.

And when I realized it, I turned a red gaze at the old man who was showing up in front of me.

"... what?

"The game is over..."

It was Oswald who showed up there.

"What?..."

Against Oswald, who suddenly appeared, the political ministry hit a question mark.

At Oswald's feet is a magic formation, which gradually disappears.

"Metastatic magic...... what do you mean?“ Principal? "Right now, we're in a game, right?

"The game is over... would it have been fought?

……

A political sect stares at Oswald with red eyes and intends to kill him.

But that was Oswald's will and decision.