The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I'm a "Farmer", Not a Demon King! ~ - Chapter 250

The Strongest Farmer in Another World ~I’m a “Farmer”, Not a Demon King! ~

Chapter 250   Boss in the West vs. Subordinates in the East

“What the hell are you guys doing! That Volke bastard isn’t in this town right now! Stop being scared and move forward!”

But despite starting the war like that, for some reason, the situation wasn’t progressing at all.

The reason is clear.

“Bo, boss! Are you sure Volke isn’t here!? They’re not showing any hesitation in their movements at all!”

As one of my pieces shouted, Volke’s underlings were putting up more resistance than expected. Because of that, we couldn’t advance properly.

According to the plan, by now we should have attacked the middle of the East District, but we were still lurking around just beyond the border.

Damn it! I never expected this much resistance. Should I go out? No, that’s not an option. If I step out, I can handle the small fry other than Volke, but then my reputation would plummet. It’s disgraceful to go on a business trip against small fry.

“Shut up! Just move forward! The enemy is those bastards in the East! Just because the boss isn’t here, it doesn’t mean things will fall apart!”

“S-So there’s no chance of winning—”

“Shut up and move! I’ll kill anyone who complains! I’ll kill anyone who runs away! The fact that Volke isn’t here is a perfect opportunity! Attack now and take down the East!”

Even after shouting like that, the speed of progress didn’t change.

But at this point, there’s nothing I can do to boost morale, and the only thing I can do is give orders.

…No, at this rate, we won’t make any progress. In that case, if a single shot could solve it, it wouldn’t be a problem to go for it.

“Tch! Get out of the way, all of you! I’ll show you what a demonstration looks like!”

My main job is an “Enhancement Mage,” with a side job as a “Berserker.”

The Berserker job is just as the name suggests—a profession specialized in fighting, so much so that it’s considered downright mad.

But that’s merely a side job.

My main job is as an “Enhancement Mage.”

This job allows me to cast magic that enhances the abilities of myself and allies—a support role, in other words.

I don’t know why I ended up with this kind of job, but well, it does complement the Berserker job quite nicely. Strengthen myself with enhancement magic and then go wild as a Berserker. That’s my fighting style.

When executed flawlessly, its power is immense. Volke may cut down a castle with a sword, but even if I can’t cut, I can certainly smash.

The only reason he’s being praised is that he had the opportunity. I won’t lose to him.

And now, I’ll show them here and now. Once they understand the impact of my blow, they’ll realize, whether they like it or not, that I’m superior.

“《Enhance》”

I muttered so, casting magic on my own body. With this, my physical abilities doubled. My body, already enhanced by rank, could now exhibit twice its usual performance.

These small fry are not worth discussing, and even the strong ones can’t defeat me. After all, with my body enhanced, they can’t even inflict wounds on me.

So, holding a piece of debris from a nearby building, I stepped forward.

And facing the enemy, I took that debris and—hurled it at them.

Just like that, with such a trivial action, all of Volke’s bastards were blown away. Some of them even had their torsos torn apart, leading to instant death. Due to the debris flying like artillery shells, a roaring sound echoed from the impact point, followed by the noise of something collapsing, indicating that a new building had crumbled.

My strike caused damage to the enemy, painted the surroundings in red, and my pieces, after witnessing it, gained momentum, advancing forward while shouting.

That’s right. That’s how it should be. Or rather, if you can’t do it like this, you’re just trash.

“I don’t want you to go any further. Sorry, but won’t you turn back here?”

However, just as I took a step forward, a spear came flying from somewhere.

The strike aimed at my head would have killed an ordinary person without them even realizing. But unfortunately, I’m currently beyond the realm of ordinary people. I’ve surpassed human limits… oh yes, that’s right. I’m a superhuman who has transcended what it means to be human.

A thrown spear like that wouldn’t affect someone like me. I turned my face to avoid it, grabbed it, and that was the end of it.

“…Emil.”

As I crushed the spear in my hand and looked at the direction it came from, there was Emil, one of Volke’s close associates known as the “First Knights.”

The “First Knights” refers to the companions Volke brought when he came to this town. Now, Volke has many companions, but among them, Emil possesses outstanding strength.

At that time, Volke was masquerading as a knight, and when he and his companions came to this town, they were in armor. I can’t comprehend hiring knights like that; it’s crazy. And what the hell was he doing as a knight? But the truth is the truth.

Anyway, because they were dressed like that, we and even the former boss of the East District before Volke thought some knights had arrived. And then they were killed.

Volke took the lead at that time, but Emil and the other “First Knights” played an active role around him.

I only know of their strength through hearsay, but… at the very least, they must be powerful enough that small fry wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

Still, I don’t think I would lose. Emil himself probably doesn’t believe he can beat me. Otherwise, he would have attacked me long ago, trying to take the boss’s seat in the West.

The fact that he hasn’t done that and is content under Volke means he’s weaker than me.

Well, there’s no problem with that.

“I’m thrilled that the boss of the West remembers me. So, what’s your response?”

The response is obvious from the start!

“If we were planning to retreat with something like this, we shouldn’t have come here in the first place!”

“Well, I didn’t think it would come to this… how disappointing.”

He probably already knew what my response would be. Emil shrugged and without hesitation, aimed the tip of his spear at me.

“What’s so disappointing? The misfortune of having to fight me, isn’t that it!?”

Saying that, I gripped the large axe I had slung over my shoulder and charged towards Emil.

“Well, that’s part of it. After all, it’s not unthinkable that I drew the short straw to end up facing you in a place like this.”

Emil didn’t move. It’s not that he couldn’t move, so he’s probably aiming for a counter.

If I recall correctly, he’s a spear user. The weapon he used earlier was a spear, and there’s no mistaking it.

Spear users excel in speed more than warrior types, and with the characteristic of using a long weapon, it makes sense to aim for a counter.

What they do is use their speed to rush in, attack, retreat, and then rush in again. It’s a repetitive cycle.

Or maybe he’s aiming for a counter like he is now. They don’t engage in close-quarter exchanges, especially against someone like me with a large weapon.

Therefore, by not moving and just standing still, it’s clear that his aim is a counter.

But my attacks are on a whole different level than those small fry! Even if he aims for a counter, it’s meaningless!

“Die—ugh!?”

However, just as I was about to close the distance to Emil’s spear, something attacked the back of my knee, where I was stepping forward.

The impact as I tried to brace myself meant I couldn’t remain standing, and I ended up throwing my body to the ground. In other words, I fell.

Falling caused my mind to go blank. Of course. I hadn’t expected to fall, let alone this.

But, as a fact, I fell. No, I was made to fall.

If that were all, it would be bad enough. No, it’s not good at all. The bastard who dared to make me fall will be thoroughly killed. However, distracted by the fall, I had forgotten about the enemy—Emil—who was looming in front of me.

By the time I realized it, it was too late. I felt a strong impact on my stomach and a hot sensation.

“Well, it’s not just me who drew the short straw, so it’s lucky there was a companion to share the misery.”

“Saying it’s lucky to have a companion in drawing the short straw is quite a mean-spirited thing to say.”

Thrown into a building with the momentum of the fall, I heard such a conversation while buried under the collapsed structure.

In response to Emil’s words, another voice could be heard. Could this voice belong to the bastard who made me fall?

“Which one of us has the bad personality, I wonder? Aren’t you leaving the decoy to me and launching a surprise attack?”

“Well, that falls under ‘no choice when it comes to personalities.’ In a kill-or-be-killed situation, anyone would do it. Especially here, it’s just an everyday scene for kids. Don’t you think?”

Fine, I’ll kill them. If I stay silent after being mocked this much, it’ll ruin my reputation. Above all, I can’t forgive being hurt and facing such a disrespectful attitude.

“You guys…”

I forcefully lifted the body buried under the collapsed building, standing up. During that, the debris around me kept falling on me… Aaargh! Annoying!

I quickly applied reinforcement to myself, just enough for a moment, and using the Berserker skill “Strong Strike,” I swung my arms recklessly to blow away the debris. That way, I cleared away all the debris hindering me and stood up.

“Well, yeah. But, is it okay if you can’t finish him off with that?”

“No, no, even if he’s rotten, he’s still a boss. One of the monsters who became a boss just with strength, right? Even if he’s two or three steps below our boss, he’s still a bit above us. It’s inevitable… or rather, it’s only natural, isn’t it?”

When I rose from the debris and looked in the direction, there was a familiar face beside Emil.

It was Eddie. One of the “First Knights.” At that time, he was Volke’s right-hand man, acting as the deputy leader.

Certainly, to pin me down, they’d need someone like him.

But…

“I’ll kill them.”

It doesn’t matter who the opponent is. I’ll kill them all.