Chapter 7: Thousand Strikes, Certain Kill

[Is it true that the dungeon the bottom-tier old man explores is estimated to be SSS-rank?]

[Where’d you hear that?]

[The Dragon Slayer channel. Apparently the first weak monster is an Iron Slime and it’s insanely strong.]

[That scumbag who demanded Rumi’s body should die.]

[If they’re in the same party, then…]

[No way. The bottom-tier old man should die.]

Ah, I was about to thank everyone for watching my channel again today.

But then I thought about it.

If I was going to play the villain, I might as well go all the way.

“Ghehehe. That’s right.”

“I’ve already claimed Rumi.”

[Die.]

[I’m more interested in the other girl.]

[Don’t tell me her too…]

“Her too.”

“Got it now, you peasants?”

“How does it feel to be lower than someone who used to be at the bottom?”

“Though I’m not at the bottom anymore.”

I opened my bankbook and showed it to them.

[Damn, there are too many digits. I can’t tell how much that is.]

[I lost. Why, man? We used to be fellow bottom-feeders.]

[Die.]

“I won’t die.”

“You know the saying, ‘The hated child thrives in the world’?”

“That’s me.”

[Thrives? What are you, multiplying?]

[Damn, that made me laugh.]

[Low education detected.]

[Did you really graduate high school?]

[But the meaning still gets across.]

[He’s doing it on purpose.]

[Old man’s jokes are terrible.]

[Die.]

[Curse.]

“Kukuku.”

“Go ahead and curse me.”

“The more I’m cursed, the stronger I become.”

[Everybody curse him.]

[Curse.]

[Getting cursed to death, lol.]

“Now then.”

“Today I’ll head to the Association with my women.”

[Going to sell that cheap iron ore again?]

[Don’t say that.]

[The guy lives off it.]

[Old man should spend the rest of his life digging holes.]

“Well then, I’m off.”

We headed to the Association in Kasahata-san’s sports car, which probably cost more than I could imagine.

I was there to buy an Item Bag.

Even the smallest Item Bag cost around fifty million yen.

But I thought it was necessary.

We arrived at the Association.

“Hey, look over there.”

“It’s Saikyo, that scumbag.”

“Showing off women right in our faces.”

Looks like one of my viewers was here too.

A man stepped in front of me and blocked my path.

“You’re in the way.”

“Move.”

I lightly shoved him aside.

The man folded in half and flew into a wall.

Crap.

Did I mess up?

I used too much force out of habit.

If I apologized, he’d probably try to extort me.

In situations like this…

“Must’ve been a fly there.”

“Looks like I accidentally hit it while trying to swat a bug.”

[Is the old man actually strong?]

[Holy crap.]

[That guy flew.]

[Good with women, rich, and strong? Unforgivable.]

[No, that guy was definitely a plant.]

[No one gets sent flying that easily.]

[Oh, so that’s what it was.]

“I’d like one Item Bag.”

“The smallest size is fine.”

“That will be 49.87 million yen.”

“I’ll pay by card.”

The Adventurers Association was partnered with banks.

They accepted debit cards.

Yes!

I finally got an Item Bag.

“Suguru-san, how long are you going to keep pretending to be a bottom-tier adventurer?”

“This woman started calling me by my first name before I even noticed.”

“We’re party members, aren’t we?”

“That’s fine.”

“You can call me Rumi.”

Right.

We’re party members.

Maybe I should change how I address them as part of my villain act.

“Then I’ll call you Rumi.”

“And I’ll call Yae-chan simply Yae.”

“Ehehe.”

“Just Yae, huh?”

[Damn it, first-name basis without honorifics.]

[I’m jealous.]

[Give it up.]

[You’re embarrassing yourself.]

[How can anyone tolerate this?]

[It’s a harem.]

“Suguru-san, you can’t fool me.”

“You’re an S-rank adventurer, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m F-rank.”

“Look.”

“My guild card.”

I showed her my guild card.

“Huh?”

“Of course.”

“You must have accomplices inside the Association too.”

I had no idea what she was talking about.

Oh well.

“Suguru-san, let’s get our skills appraised together.”

Yae said that.

“Sure.”

“I’ve got money now.”

“I’d like skill appraisals for two people.”

“For two people, that will be twenty thousand yen.”

“Put it on the card.”

I handed over the card, and they pointed a device at us.

“Let’s see…”

“You possess a skill called Thousand Strikes, Certain Kill.”

“It’s a type of one-hit-kill skill and appears to be passive.”

“It allows you to kill a target after attacking roughly one thousand times.”

“The young lady has no skills.”

If I thanked them, it would ruin my villain act.

“Hahaha.”

“Naturally.”

“A sure-kill skill suits me perfectly.”

“Ugh…”

I actually had a skill.

“One mystery has been solved.”

“Now I understand how you were defeating those durable S-rank monsters.”

“I’ll tell you my skills too.”

“Fire Magic and Mana Control.”

Those were definitely mage-type skills.

I wonder if mine is strong.

Since it can produce a guaranteed killing blow under certain conditions, it must be a pretty good skill.