I Gave Up on Conquering the Heroines – Chapter 90

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Longinus’ Spear.

It was a magic tool that could pierce a hole in the otherwise impassable dimensional boundary, creating a passage to the reverse world.

Of course, it was currently incomplete.

A crucial component was missing, the navigator that would designate coordinates.

Without that part, no one knew where they would end up if it was used.

It could be in the middle of a vast ocean or on an uninhabited island.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Thanks to Belphegor covering all of Basel with a perfect barrier, the inside and outside of Basel had been completely cut off, becoming different worlds.

In other words, using Longinus’ Spear now would definitely drop them inside Basel.

Rumble!

Noticing something was amiss with Longinus’ Spear, the entire ground shook violently.

Walls rose from all directions, approaching as if to crush us.

There was no more time to waste.

“We’re going back. We’re returning to reality.”

I activated Longinus’ Spear before it was too late.

The gears began to move with a tick, tick, tick.

The gears that moved slowly at first soon spun like a top at a fierce speed, the heat made my hand warm, then hot.

But suddenly, at some point, the speed of the spinning gears began to slow down.

“It’s not enough magic power! Put yours in too! As much as you can!”

“…Okay.”

I passed Longinus’ Spear to Undecided and as Undecided’s magic power was added, the gears started spinning at maximum speed again.

At the cost of enormous magic power, magic not permitted in this era was realized in this place.

“Phew.”

Although just moments ago I didn’t even dare to raise my head, now my back straightened, and strength returned to my whole body.

The helplessness that had filled my body disappeared, replaced by courage.

I lifted my head stiffly and looked up.

The eyes in the skull gradually glowed red, then a light so strong it filled the surroundings shone down.

But it was already too late.

With one hand, I firmly held Undecided’s hand.

With the other, I grasped Transylvania’s hair.

I had finished all preparations to return.

An intense light came down as if to crush us.

Just before the walls that had approached within arm’s reach engulfed us, with a strange sensation, our bodies crumpled.

“See you again next time!”

We were all sucked into the gears at once.

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‘What? What just happened?’

The soft touch of soil on their hands and the fresh air filling their lungs.

Transylvania noticed that the overwhelming pressure and sense of being overpowered that had been pressing down on their body was gone.

‘Are we back?’

They couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.

Just moments ago, they had been in that hell-like place, right in front of Draken.

When they came to their senses, they were now back in the mountains next to the human village.

Belphegor screamed in a panicked voice.

On the other side, the human was standing up, catching his breath.

Letting go of the blood ghoul girl’s hand he had been tightly holding, the human instead took up his sword.

“Hmmm…”

Without any reply, just silently, the human raised his sword, took a step forward, inhaled, and controlled the flow of his magic power.

Belphegor could be seen flinching at this.

The Great Demon, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, was intimidated by a mere human.

Transylvania also wanted to ask the same question as the Great Demon.

What method had he used?

But more than that, they wanted to ask how he was able to stand up.

How on earth.

How could he stand after facing such a vastly superior being?

How could he think of confronting its subordinate?

Transylvania simply couldn’t understand it with their mind.

‘No matter how I look at it, he’s not insane. He’s making such judgments in his right mind… But how?’

Transylvania had once been a member of the Four Heavenly Kings.

At that time, they had been proud of that position.

They thought all humans looked inferior and deserved to be ruled by monsters.

Though they had never seen the face of the one called Draken, they vaguely thought they had similar goals.

But on the day they were suddenly dragged before Draken, Transylvania realized intuitively.

That they would never understand Draken’s purpose, even if they lived forever.

Even after returning, the memory of that day clung to Transylvania like a ghost, tormenting them.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, they ran away.

Stepping down from their position as one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

They returned to mingle among humans.

Originally, they had felt more stability and kinship with monsters.

Now they felt closer to humans.

Humans they had once killed and taken blood from without hesitation, they now hesitated.

They wanted to side with humans.

They didn’t want to let that incomprehensible and terrifying being consume this world, but confronting them was another matter.

They didn’t want to die, so they lived in silence.

He lived quietly, going with the flow.

Not joining either side.

Not offending either side.

They would be satisfied if they could live comfortably until the day Draken eventually crossed over to this world and destroyed it.

That was how they had lived, until they met this human.

“You ask what method I used?”

BOOM!

The human’s body surged forward, his sword blade cutting through the air, but in the place where Belphegor had been, only black smoke scattered.

The Great Demon had already flown far away, fleeing.

The barrier covering the city also began to crumble.

The sun shone brightly again and bright light poured in.

When the Great Demon had fled so far that not even her scent could be detected anymore, the human collapsed, dropping his sword.

His arm and leg muscles trembled.

It was clearly a symptom of magical exhaustion.

Despite being in no condition to fight, he had intimidated and driven away the Great Demon.

‘Dakia-style Swordsmanship. Form 0…’

Though it was a brief stance that passed in an instant, Transylvania immediately recognized the swordsmanship.

A swordsmanship that had been lost in practice hundreds of years ago.

This human was using a lost swordsmanship.

‘He’s certainly not an ordinary one!’

Just what kind of human was he?

No. Was he even human to begin with?

As these thoughts occurred to them, Transylvania felt goosebumps.

“…The magic tool. It’s broken.”

“It’s natural for it to break after outputting that much power. We can make it again.”

“D-don’t tell me! You plan to go back there! To Draken!”

The human casually talked about doing it ‘again’ as if it were nothing.

At this, Transylvania exploded.

They simply couldn’t understand.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

“Scared? Of course I am! You saw it directly too, didn’t you! The helplessness that comes over your whole body! The fear that stabs directly into your mind! The overwhelming strength that can subdue us with just a gaze, without doing anything! How can you defy such a thing!”

“Because we have to catch him.”

“I know that too! I also know that Draken will eventually destroy this world!”

“If you know, then you should stop him. What are you doing?”

“…”

They were dumbfounded.

At first, they thought the human was simply insane, but no, he was thoroughly insane.

How could his resolve not be broken after facing Draken?

How could he still think of confronting him?

“I was worried he might be some kind of god or ghost. But he had a physical form, didn’t he?”

“What does it matter if he has a physical form! Whether you strike him with your secret swordsmanship techniques or blast him with 10th tier magic, you’ll only leave scratches!”

“He can be scratched? Then that means damage can be dealt? So he can be killed, right?”

“What…?”

They simply couldn’t follow the flow of the conversation.

If damage could be inflicted, he could be killed?

They had gone to the same place, but what this human had seen was completely different.

Transylvania had faced overwhelming despair and fear there, but the human had glimpsed possibility.

For Transylvania, it had been the return of a great trauma, but for the human, it had been successful reconnaissance.

‘He’s not insane. He really, truly intends to hunt Draken!’

The human’s eyes were firm.

They weren’t the eyes of someone who had lost their mind.

Nor were they the eyes of a fool who, blinded by revenge or anger, was banging their head against the impossible.

Just endlessly rational.

Stepping into a realm that seemed impossible but might be possible.

They were the eyes of an ordinary human like any other.

“Kuhahaha!”

The moment they realized this, uncontrollable laughter burst out.

Forgetting all the fear and pressure that had been weighing on their body until just now, they just felt empty.

“You’re struggling so hard to prevent the end of the world that’s not even in your generation, but far in the future! Standing against an enemy that no one knows about, that no one will thank you for! You’ve gone mad!”

This was the first time they had met such a human.

They thought they had seen all types of humans in their hundreds of years of life.

They thought they had become predictable.

This human was the first to stir the emotion of awe in a centuries-old blood ghoul.

To this, Transylvania vowed.

“And I absolutely love madmen! I like you!”

They would watch this man’s end.

Whether he broke down and collapsed somewhere or finally achieved his goal.

They wanted to see that end.

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[soooo transylvania is 100% a girl liek based on illustrations and shit but author using gender neutral pronouns so i guess were gettin jebaited lol]