I Became the Academy’s Time-Stopping Villain – Chapter 59

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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Their ambition was commendable. Their intentions were admirable. If one were to say their skills were lacking, then one could argue they were not lacking to the degree where they were insurmountable. But if things went awry, what could they do?

*Gurgle, grumble…*

“Orcs aren’t that special, huh?”

“They’re easier than I thought.”

Initially, that had been the sentiment. They weren’t simply leeching off of others, so their individual skills were good.

“I’ll cover you! [Double Shot]!”

“Hehehe! Jealous? But you can’t catch me! [Double Step]!”

Their rear guard was also good. Juno provided consistent damage, and Merck’s interference and poison were distracting. It was chaotic at first, but they had learned to complement each other, working almost seamlessly together.

“Not bad. They could grow a lot.”

Ther couldn’t hide his excitement at the prospect of making them his harem. The strongest sword, the strongest shield, the most lethal poison and the ranged damage. And of course, himself, an all-rounder who could be anywhere. ‘If only Mars wasn’t such a nuisance…’

Merck seemed like she was nearing the point of becoming his, and Juno had always been easy to manipulate. All he needed was to show her some attention and she’d follow along. Minerva was the same. All that remained was Mars, and she had become the enemy of humanity. ‘I can still change her mind.’

Mars’s NTR Rank was 4. One step away. If he left it any longer, the outcome was something that made his stomach churn. ‘I need to do something.’ He had to bring her back. So this dungeon run was important. He needed to prove himself as the ‘male worthy of being ruled,’ to show the women around him that he had been chosen by a god. He had to prove that he was the Apostle of Zeus, the greatest god.

“Everyone, get out of my way! [Power Slash]!”

Ther imbued his sword with divine power and charged forward. About three days had passed since they entered the dungeon.

“What is… this?!”

Ther was shocked at what he saw.

“Kyahahahaha! Die! Die!”

Mars was out of control. She was wielding her power recklessly, as if no one else existed.

“Ugh…! Ah…!”

Minerva had completely lost her will to fight. She seemed like she was being dragged into the battle.

“Why is everyone like this…?”

“…Merck.”

Thankfully, Merck seemed to be fine. It seemed like she wasn’t fully consumed by the abyss. Juno however…

“…”

“Juno! Don’t stop!”

“Ah… okay…”

She was half-gone. ‘Tsk.’ He’d always trusted her the most. But she had fallen this far. ‘Come to think of it, her NTR Rank went up recently, too…’ He suspected it was because of the ‘Apostle of Chronos,’ the so-called ‘Chrono.’

“I need to kill that bastard.”

Ther steeled his resolve and gathered the women.

“Mars! Calm down!”

“Damn it! I’m not done yet! I’m not done!”

“Kuh…”

There was some resistance, but they weren’t completely out of his control. After a long struggle, they arrived at the boss room, the Orc King’s Chamber.

“We’ll rest here for a moment.”

The women collapsed. Mars leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Minerva hugged her knees and tried to calm herself. Juno just stared at him.

“…What? Do you have something to say?”

“…Just.”

Because I love you.

I love, love, love…?

“…”

“…Rest for now.”

Juno fell silent. The pressure of the abyss was still strong. But at least Merck was still fine.

“Ugh… my legs hurt… Are you okay, Ther?”

“I’m fine.”

She was complaining, but compared to the others, she was doing great. Ther caressed her head as he recovered his strength. When they were ready, Merck leaned into him.

“…Are you really okay?”

“Yes.”

“But… you look like you’re not okay here…”

“…”

Her small hands moved inside his pants. He looked around, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

“Ther… want to have some fun?”

“…For the sake of resting.”

For the sake of resting. For a better boss battle. Ther and Merck slipped away to have some alone time.

*Ah… huff…*

“…Ah.”

The sounds echoed through the dungeon. Even if they tried to hide it, they couldn’t be completely silent.

“This sound is… ah… I see…”

Juno closed her eyes.

“Ther… does Merck feel good there?”

“Kuh… coming…!”

“…Ther.”

Ther and Merck were like that. Ther didn’t need her anymore. That was when Juno slowly opened her eyes and looked up.

“…”

That was strange. When she was being ignored by Ther before, she’d felt sad, her chest would hurt, and tears would flow.

“…”

But right now, she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“…Ah.”

She had a ribbon tied around her neck. Not a tie, but a ribbon. The ribbon she’d shared with Chrono.

“…Kiss.”

She kissed the ribbon. A simple kiss on a piece of cloth.

“…Ha…”

She felt her tension release. The dark fog surrounding her head began to clear.

*Huff…*

Her hands moved down below. Touching, kissing, thinking, thinking, until her head was filled with him.

— *Hiss?! Huff, hmm, ahh…*

Something pierced her neck and released a pleasurable sensation that made her legs tremble and saliva drip onto her sleeve. ‘…Ah…’ She stared at the ribbon in her hand. She felt disgusted with her wet underwear.

“…Ugh…”

What did I just do? Juno was horrified at what she just realized she did. She re-tied the ribbon around her neck and waited for Ther to return.

“Okay… our break is over. Now, we’ll take down the boss of the Orc Slave Camp, the Orc King.”

The women acted like nothing had happened. Three sets of eyes looked at Merck, but she pretended not to notice. ‘They probably can’t say anything.’ No matter, all that was left to do was defeat the boss and return to the academy.

Ther and the four women entered the boss room. The Orc King was before them.

*Screech…*

“Orc King…!”

If he could just defeat this boss, he could surpass that pathetic bastard and be number one. Ther raised his sword to claim his victory—

—*CRACK!*

“…???”

A huge wooden club crushed the Orc King’s head. It fell without a chance to resist.

“What—”

—*BOOM!*

“Ugh…!”

The ground trembled as if an earthquake had struck. A powerful force pushed the Orc King’s corpse aside.

“That’s…”

The head of the Orc Slave Camp, the Orc King, was a manager. And the true boss of the Orc Slave Camp was not the King himself, but a bigger threat.

*Guhhhhhhhhhhh!*

“…A troll… here?”

The true boss of the Orc Slave Camp, a troll, had revealed itself.

Meanwhile, in Hera’s temple—

“…That’s the apostle of that one…?”

Juno—or rather, Hera in the form of Juno— stood up.

“I wanted my child to cherish my power, so I put her right next to him! But she doesn’t even look at me! And if she’s not going to look at me, she should at least have an eye for talent. She chose Hermes’ child among all the gods. I don’t understand what possessed her! “

She let it slide until that point. She didn’t have much say over who the Apostle was, as that was left up to “him”. But there must be a sense of responsibility and obligation. And in this world, the greatest responsibility was “power.” At the very least, she wanted them to have some type of power if they were going to use her authority.

*Screech…*

“…This is a mess.”

That was it. That was all the evidence needed for Hera to start to lose her temper. ‘How can someone like that claim to be ‘my child’s’ champion…?’ She couldn’t accept it.

“And I’m worried about my child. She will be violated by those monsters.”

It couldn’t be helped. Things had gotten worse.

“Prepare the carriage! I’m going to see my old father!”

She summoned the carriage and headed to Chronos’s temple. When she arrived, she saw—

“Ares? Athena?”

“Why are you here, mother?”

“Lady Hera…?”

A rare scene where the four gods were gathered in one place.

“Oh, this is a reunion!”

“Hermes, you too?”

Hermes laughed.

“Oh, me too?”

“…”

“Yeah, me too.”

*Chuckle* Pfft, Hahahaha!*

Hermes was laughing in delight. It seemed like he had gotten his message across.