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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: bchen3
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Power alone was truth. The world was full of useless things.
They were all fakes.
Bakugo Shouhei had thought this since he was young.
Moreover, this country full of idiots made excuses with hypocritical words like kindness toward the weak.
Whatever they said, they were all excuses.
Unable to tolerate their own weakness, they were excuses to deceive themselves by using their national character as a pretext.
Bakugo had resolved never to be like that.
Therefore, since he became aware, he never neglected training himself.
He didn’t neglect acquiring the right knowledge for training either.
The training he had done since childhood devoured all the potential of his growing period and made him stronger.
From his first year of high school, even third-year students were no match for Bakugo and feared him.
Bakugo likewise paid little attention to them, as he had no intention of comparing his ideals with mere high school students.
There were attempts from delinquent seniors connected to yakuza to draw him in, but Bakugo sneered at them.
This was because he hadn’t trained to become a lowly thug like the yakuza who lived day by day.
At this time, there was trouble with both the seniors and the yakuza behind them, and for the first time in his short life, Bakugo felt his own limitations.
The thugs who acted tough with just a few months of training, or the skinny and fat guys who got tattoos and made threats weren’t much of a problem in themselves.
But he was alone.
And unfortunately, this was reality, and unlike in stories, no individual could possess overwhelming power.
Thanks to the Anti-Organized Crime Laws and Organized Crime Exclusion Ordinances that had been established more than half a century ago, they weren’t the yakuza of their golden age, so he could win in the end, but Bakugo couldn’t help but be shocked that he had struggled even against part of an outdated local gang.
In fact, it was natural. Bakugo had just been turning his head away from reality.
There was no need to go as far as nuclear or tactical strategic weapons.
Even military drones that could be mass-produced in military factories of world nations couldn’t be defeated by Olympic-level athletes or world champion fighters attacking en masse.
From the start, even with just one pistol, the uncertainty of victory was the limit of human capability.
Even after passing this growth period, it would be the same at 25-30 years old when physically in their prime.
While continuing his habitual training, Bakugo despaired.
That he wasn’t much different from the ordinary people he had seen countless times during his school days.
While his spirit endlessly craved to become stronger, he was just a slightly powerful human.
What Bakugo escaped to was virtual reality.
Decades had already passed since virtual reality became popularized and numerous games came out.
Although there were restrictions that prevented exceeding a certain level of realism due to Japanese PTA and various administrative laws, the various virtual reality games on the market gave vicarious satisfaction to Bakugo, who couldn’t become stronger than human limits.
Though he was aware it was unsightly, because there were no limits to becoming stronger in games, Bakugo became absorbed in virtual reality games.
At least his sense that had been sharply honed over a long time wasn’t a lie, so Bakugo’s gaming skills in virtual reality were outstanding.
He achieved results that could be called excellent in every game he played, so he became quite famous online as well.
But games were just games.
No matter how realistic the games were, they were still just games.
Graphics and AI, no matter how well made, had discrepancies if you looked carefully, and sensations also couldn’t exceed certain limits due to virtual reality gaming administrative law, so in the end it failed to fulfill its role as an escape.
When Bakugo turned 25.
He finally gave up his ideals, accepting that he too was just an ordinary person.
And with his last lingering attachment, he participated in the game show where he got caught up in the current incident.
At first he was dumbfounded, but Bakugo soon trembled with joy.
Although having a status window interfered with immersion, it wasn’t something he needed to call up normally anyway.
Graphics indistinguishable from reality.
And sensations beyond reality.
Above all, what he liked was that it was a serious situation where you really had to risk your life.
It didn’t matter if it was a game, and it didn’t matter if this was another world.
No, rather, he would welcome the latter.
He had no particular attachment to the garbage world that suppressed the limitations of being human.
A world where he could become stronger without limits was far more appealing to Bakugo.
‘Ordinary people are hopeless.’
Bakugo sneered seeing many of the over 100 people confused and in chaos.
Look at these fools who couldn’t even protect themselves in a life-or-death situation.
Science may have advanced human life, but it had made human strength itself weak.
Still, once training began, there were some useful ones.
Even so, they were no match for himself who had trained to the bone since childhood.
Everything was easy.
Because he was different from these weak ones who burst into tears just from killing mere beasts like goblins.
As time passed, he became certain.
That even those called S-rank like that parasite brother and that woman were no match for him.
The kid with the sword was the same.
There was also that Korean pro gamer guy, but in the end he chose to be a priest.
‘He might have made quite a name for himself among the fakes, but when it came to this situation, he must have been too scared to step forward.’
As his body that he thought had reached its limits grew stronger, new powers emerged, and as he became accustomed to this place, Bakugo felt a sense of destiny.
Could it be that his life until now had been arranged to make him feel hunger and craving for power by showing him his limitations?
If he had been here from the start, he might not have felt such a desperate need for power as he did now.
‘I’ll become stronger than anyone. I won’t let anyone stand above me.’
He didn’t care that ordinary people avoided him out of jealousy.
These trash were just afraid of him, mere mob elements to make him shine.
“Um… Bakugo-san. Si-since this is a party, cooperation…”
“Don’t joke with me, commoner. Do you think it’s even conceivable for me to match pace with ordinary ones like you?”
“Bu-but… this is between parties…”
“Just don’t think about anything in your heads and simply support me. Don’t think. Don’t question. Understand?”
It would be fine if there were someone with enough backbone to defy his words, but naturally there wasn’t since they were nothing but dregs except for the leaders of all parties.
Honestly, he didn’t understand what the organizers were thinking.
What reason could there be to let talented people rot by mixing them with such trash.
These things that turned away their eyes or lowered them just from Bakugo looking down on them.
Even those who were laughing and talking about another world at first, seemed to have realized that this place was the same for losers, as at some point they started showing the faces of losers commonly seen from old times.
It was natural.
How could those who had lived lazily and irresponsibly change their position just by changing locations?
As long as humans form societies and create hierarchies in one way or another, losers will forever remain losers.
Puck-!
“Kyaa-!”
“Worm. Why didn’t you listen to me?”
“Th-that time the opponent…”
“Didn’t I tell you? Don’t talk back to my words. Don’t question. Don’t think. Move as I think. I told you all you need to do is support me to the best of your ability.”
“I-isn’t this too much?”
“Too much? If you think so, then get lost. I won’t stop you. But would there be any place that would accept you losers?”
“Ha-Hanakawa-san, I’m fine. It was my fault.”
After this incident, there were those who started calling him [Tyrant] and [Prince].
‘I don’t know about Prince, but I like Tyrant.’
It was the most suitable word to describe his essence.
Superior ones don’t need to make themselves understood by foolish ones.
Commoners just need to eat the scraps of what he achieves, like baby birds receiving food.
‘Yes, becoming king would be good too.’
Whether it was a game or another world, it was a world divided by class system.
It seemed good to become their king and lead these trash.
“Kuh-! Get lost! You common trash!”
“Keuheok-!”
“Keheok-!”
After sending flying the enemy’s tank and that thug Oda or whatever, he destroyed the fruit.
Still, allies were mostly useless, and it was a boring match.
The next opponent was the party led by that priest who was supposedly a Korean pro gamer.
‘He seems to have some talent, but he’s just someone who made a name in the fake world. He’s no match for me.’
Besides, the pig blocking his way was one he had seen before.
The trash who first claimed this place was another world.
A common otaku who just babbled convenient delusions from his own perspective without thinking about the truth or the irrationality that would arise if it were another world.
Trash among trash who couldn’t even perform his role because of pain from what wasn’t even a serious injury.
It would be an easy victory.
Still, that priest who was a pro gamer seemed useful.
The parts he was currently using were completely useless for supporting him.
It seemed good to show his majesty and replace them with useful parts.
Thinking that way, he had shown mercy by not wanting to break them unnecessarily, but they had the nerve to provoke him.
‘…A guy who doesn’t know his place.’
It must be the mission of those above to crush that down and make them understand their place so they would follow.
Foolish ones only understand through painful experiences.
Before the start, his only thought was to remove the pig who was trembling like he was sick and crush the priest.
And as soon as it started, he attacked the pig.
But the pig blocked his strike despite his station.
‘How annoying.’
“Move aside, pig. Don’t stand before the king.”
And with the additional strike using his body, the pig’s balance crumbled.
The priest who had been standing in front made a truly worthwhile expression as he came to help the pig.
An expression like someone who had witnessed something impossible.
‘How foolish. Did he actually believe in this mere pig?’
Bakugo tried to charge straight in.
Since he had already performed it successfully several times in actual combat.
He intended to ignore the staggering tank and collapse the enemy formation to question the priest’s blasphemy who was stupidly standing in front.
But Bakugo’s movement couldn’t go beyond a few steps.
“Grrr… Nadia… Seira… Elis… Absolutely… absolutely can’t pass!”
The pig who seemed like he would bounce right off displayed unimaginable strength and grabbed his ankle.
“I absolutely won’t let you defile this devoted pure love!!”
Didn’t he just call three names?
How could he attach the words pure love when loving three people?
Though he momentarily questioned the pig’s incomprehensible words, he soon came to his senses and tried to deal with the presumptuous pig, but.
Tong-!
There was a sound of wood colliding and his sword was blocked.
More precisely, something intervened and stopped it before it could properly accelerate.
“Wow, I’m seeing someone who actually says things like that for the first time. It doesn’t seem like an act, aren’t you embarrassed?”
That priest bastard was making an expression of horror as if he had seen something unsightly.
It wasn’t difficult to feel that expression was mocking him.
Every time Bakugo, who was furious to the extreme, tried to swing his sword, the pig.
And perfectly nullifying his attacks by simply placing a wooden staff in the path while accurately watching both the pig’s movements and his own.
“Didn’t I tell you? If you run your mouth before a fight without having the skills, you’ll end up embarrassed later.”
Even as he moved his body to tear apart the mouth of that priest bastard who was speaking nonchalantly, it felt like he was flailing about as if stuck in a swamp.
The opponent was just calmly putting his wooden staff in place, but it felt like all his means were being sealed while he couldn’t do anything.
“Keok-!”
“Kyak!”
And uselessly, the commoners who ran to help him were hit by lightning strikes, trembled, and were quickly subdued by the approaching enemy personnel.
“Do you know why I and others didn’t want to put you in our parties?”
At some point his balance crumbled, and as his limbs became confused, the wooden staff deeply struck his solar plexus.
“Geup-!”
“Because you’re a one-trick pony rush amateur with a dirty personality.”
As his balance crumbled when he staggered from having his breath momentarily stopped by the solar plexus strike, one knee naturally went down.
Bakugo barely gathered his wits and looked at the priest.
Humiliatingly, since the priest was also tall, it naturally became a looking up composition.
The priest seemed to be thinking about something in that situation, then slowly opened his mouth.
“Kneel. This is the eye level between you and me.”
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Not long after, Bakugo’s party’s fruit was destroyed.
“…This is more embarrassing than I thought.”
I threw out a famous line with the mind to use domestic products against the original meme, but once I actually said it out loud, it was more embarrassing than I expected.
“Though it seems his mentality really broke.”
I said while looking at Bakugo who was still blankly kneeling on one knee on the training ground even though the match was over.
Honestly, I thought this wasn’t the time to be leisurely teabagging allies when we should be cooperating in this disaster situation.
‘But I can’t ignore the flame war that Koreans have walked.’
If you’re going to be called an idiot whether you win or lose, you might as well be the winning idiot.
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