The Ordinary Sorcerer's Fun Otherworld Villain Play - Chapter 11 - The Curse King

“Kehii!! Hii—hyahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!”

White arrows closed in on me.

Red light burned me.

Black melody robbed me.

Gathered here was the cursed power to destroy the world.

The three curse knights who even threatened gods.

—No problem.

“Wha—”

—Too slow.

I struck the white arrow with my fist.

Twisted the red light with curse power.

Blocked the black melody with curse power.

“Eh, how—”

“Fuhe, wh-why?”

Their movements stopped completely.

If they stopped moving just from having attacks blocked, there was no point.

‘Burururuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaa!!!’

The cavalry made of demonic flesh swung its hooves to trample me—

“Kehii, what’s wrong? Something stuck in your hoof?”

”’Brumoa!?”’

I raised both arms wrapped in curse power and blocked it.

“…No way.”

“Impossible…”

“Wh-why aren’t you dying?”

The three knights who had been intoxicated by wielding power sobered up at this abnormal situation.

“What’s wrong, is that all? The curse that will destroy the world!!”

Stomach, neck, stomach again.

I crushed skull masks, split armor, twisted horse necks.

Punching and kicking the three creatures clad in rags, riding horses.

Riding horses was a bad move.

They weren’t maneuverable in this cave.

“You’re too slow.”

“A-gi!”

“Ga-ha!”

“E-eh!”

Monsters blown away, slammed into walls.

The horses they rode dissolved like mist and disappeared.

Skull faces with expressions of disbelief stared at me.

“No way…”

“I-impossible, without using magic or Gifts…”

“Just, martial arts… s-such, heavy attacks…”

My body felt incredibly light.

Warm and pleasant.

With that sensation, I punched and kicked.

Before I knew it, they had stopped fighting back.

“Hmm? Is it really over already…? Your worry about destroying the world… seems to have been groundless.”

[…Even though neither level nor skills are at a standard capable of defeating them who received the Apocalypse designation… Irregular…!]

Navi also muttered in a trembling voice.

Fu, fufufufu. Fufufufufufufufufu.

Oh shit.

I can’t anymore.

I just realized.

I’m at my limit.

My legs were shaking, my body was heavy.

That last attack was my final one. If I move next, my body will collapse.

—Decisive battle spell ending. Resealing beginning… well, this much should be fine.

Was it the recoil from curse power manipulation?

I might have pushed myself incredibly hard.

But—

“What, strength…”

“Beyond standards… incomparable to ranked adventurers or Gifted…”

“Fu, he. R-really, a mortal…?”

They were giving good reactions!

Both Navi’s reaction and these guys’ reactions!

Being shocked, cowering, feared!

Wasn’t I the ultimate villain right now?

Overwhelming with even more overwhelming power a villain whose power ran wild.

Showing the difference in class, strong villain play…! Felt good!

If that was the case, I absolutely couldn’t let them know I was at my limit right now…!

Could I say now that it was a fluke win!

I’d see it through! Fearless strong villain play!

“…The authority of domination, how—”

The white-haired knight muttered in a daze.

The skull mask crumbled to pieces.

Whoa, that visual was good…

The mask being slightly cracked looked cool.

“Easy. Your ability is merely a technique to intentionally cause mana rampage and manipulate the target’s mind. mana raging in the brain… no, curse power for me. Simply manipulating it is enough.”

“Such a… thing…”

Thanks to Navi’s analysis, I understood how dangerous they were.

No, seriously, it was amazing I could win.

Don’t use one-hit kill abilities when you have high base stats.

“Impossible… my war… the authority of battle that destroys the world, its trajectory… doesn’t work?”

“Ah, creating gunpowder—now that was a bit surprising… but, well, that’s about it. You… use magic to shape things? No—more like converting phenomena and summoning them. Hmph… yeah, I can handle that.”

That elf-eared long red-haired ponytail one called War.

She kept generating weapons and stuff like crazy. Near the end, wasn’t that like a machine gun she summoned? Could it be the War concept evolved the longer the battle continued?

If so… scary…

“Hu, hehe… amazing… I can’t see the bottom of your mana at all… a bottomless abyss of magic itself, untouched by hunger…”

“Hmph, honestly, you… forced mana extraction through a balance scale, was it? Ridiculous… ahem. Simple enough. If my mana’s been taken, I just have to forge more anew.”

That fang-toothed black-haired one, “Famine,” was also absurd.

Every time the scales swayed, mana—no, curse power—inside my body disappeared.

If I hadn’t practiced condensing and storing curse power during serf life, that would’ve been bad.

Annoying… spreading irresistible debuffs just by existing was cheating.

These guys weren’t normal.

But I couldn’t show weakness.

Let’s go, villain expert play.

“In the end, you’re all too ordinary.”

“We are…”

“O-ordinary…?”

“F-first time, being called that way…”

[Skill check “Gamer” activating.]

[Saw through the threat of the three apocalyptic knights.]

[“You noticed the three people before you still have bottomless mana”]

My instincts as a Life Field player whispered.

These guys still had hidden cards.

Troublesome ones even they themselves hadn’t noticed.

If I carelessly killed them, that might go berserk.

…I’d scare them a bit and end by driving them away.

“Boring. You dull ones who merely live and merely die.”

“Eh…”

“We… are…?”

“Just living and dying…”

Oh, good.

Dumbfounded faces.

For humans, being treated as mobs was the most painful.

One more push.

I decided on a strategy. An intellectual villain vibe.

With insults, I’d break their hearts.

“Destroying the world and such, laughable, tunnel vision at its extreme.”

“You… aren’t afraid of us?”

“Afraid? Now, what should I fear? Before my eyes is merely a flock of sheep.”

Fufufu, scared?

An expert who treats you not even as mobs but as harmless sheep.

“…We are cursed by the world… this power will eventually swallow us…”

“Kehii, even if swallowed, nothing significant will happen. With a performance that can’t even touch a finger of mine.”

Good good, at this rate, I’d break their fighting spirit!

“…Fuhe. Cursed us… that curse calls the end… spinning round and round…”

“Curses are worthless. A world that could be affected by curses of your level wasn’t worth caring about in the first place.”

One more push.

[Skill check… “Cursed Life (Second Time)” origin correction activating.]

“You, you don’t know the terror of our curse…! No one could possibly understand! The terror of becoming a curse yourself, nor the sadness—”

“Ah, good, good. I have no intention of hearing your circumstances.”

“Wha— eh…”

The white-haired beauty trembling.

Hmm, super good visuals with that half-broken mask.

This one had quite high prestige.

Couldn’t lose.

“Don’t misunderstand. You aren’t special at all. You simply didn’t know the curse called me.”

“”””…!””””

Landed…! Fu, I want to know defeat.

All three collapsed from their knees simultaneously.

They must’ve been shocked by being treated so much like mobs.

Did I go too far?

“Therefore, I’ve lost interest.”

No, half-hearted kindness was nothing but self-satisfaction.

Thinking carefully, didn’t I settle the situation quite well?

“Wait!! …Please…”

“…What is it?”

What really~?

Let me go home already.

My body was seriously shaking.

Impossible, round 2 or fighting awakened forms.

“We must die… but you’re saying that’s not the case?”

“…”

Eh?

Were we just talking about that?

Um, um, what? What did I say?

“…We came here to die. Only the power of the death goddess could possibly kill us. But now, we understand that’s not the case.”

“…What are you trying to say?”

Ah, wait, I’m getting a bad feeling.

“Terrifyingly strong traveler. We want you to end us with your hand.”

The conversation was getting troublesome.

“Please… we want you to end us right here and now… we know it’s a selfish request, but we—”

Damn, these guys had completely entered their own world.

Wonderful roleplay…

But you know, right now, I can’t kill you.

If I tried to kill you here and you somehow went berserk and I lost, I wanted to avoid that!

If I messed up my strongest villain play by poking the hornet’s nest, that’d be terrible!

I’d bluff with everything I had!!

“Worthless, you lot aren’t even worth killing.”

“””Eh?”””

“If you want to die, do it on your own, somewhere I can’t see.”

“Th-that won’t work…! You saw it, didn’t you? That form… we’re monsters—”

“Kehii, hi, hihihihi.”

“Wh-why are you laughing?”

“You, just who…”

Before the three dumbfounded people, I stopped laughing.

“Ah, sorry sorry, it’s comical. …Before my eyes, there are no monsters.”

“What are you saying…”

“Weak ones.”

[Skill use “Curse Power Manipulation – Enhancement” triggering intimidation roll.]

[“Apocalyptic Knights” failed resistance roll.]

[Your curse power inflicts fear status ailment on surroundings.]

“Ugh!”

“Aha… what is that mana…”

“Fuhe… surpassing the bounds of mortals…”

The three’s expressions froze.

They seemed to have noticed my curse power.

Apparently circulating curse power throughout my body like this could also be used for intimidation.

“—The world is vast.”

“…! You… could it be?”

“…You’re telling us to live. Is that what you’re saying…”

“Ha, ha, first time being told something like that.”

Hmm?

The reaction was different from what I expected.

Like, the world was vast so please die as you like where I can’t see you—that kind of thing but…

“I’ve said it many times, but to me, whether you die or live doesn’t matter.”

“Ah…”

Why were they making such sad expressions?

Didn’t they want to die?

I didn’t understand anymore.

“But rest assured, you won’t destroy the world.”

“What do you mean…?”

“Because you’ll eventually arrive at the curse called me. This world is… my miniature garden. My possession.”

I still had lots of things I wanted to do.

This was a fantasy world with magic and whatnot.

It’d be terrible if the game I just started playing got destroyed this early.

“Miniature garden…”

“How arrogant… but ah, how pure.”

“Fu, hehe. More suitable than anyone in my clan, perhaps.”

And the three’s expressions froze.

I’d go home while I had the chance!

“Knights. Bearing the curse and karma overflowing in your bodies—ordinary people.”

“People… ah, you’re calling us…”

“Calling monsters like us people.”

“Fu, he. People, people, I, I can be a person…”

“Suffer again and again as you should, as humans. Struggle to the very end, as the weak. Whatever path you walk, rest assured.”

[Skill check “Cursed Life (Second Time)” generating special choice.]

“At the end of that road lies me. Where your curses flow is not the world. It’s me.”

“…C-can we, live?”

“That’s for you yourself to decide.”

No, seriously, do as you like.

Talking about dying and stuff was heavy.

“If we become apocalyptic servants completely? Not a half-baked state like now?”

“Now is not yet that time.”

Eh… so you will still get stronger than this?

“…Fuhe. If we still destroy the world, wh-wh-what will you do?”

“Rest assured, I’ll kill you.”

I’d definitely not lose.

When I got back, I’d restart training immediately.

I needed to get much stronger.

“””…”””

Score!

They finally shut up.

Fu, what villainous talent.

Now, let’s go home.

Before showing any cracks, while still feeling good about my villainous charisma role.

“Um! W-wait!”

“What is it…”

Damn! Second time being called back!?

I wouldn’t play along anymore with these guys’ wanting-to-die roleplay!

“I have no intention of continuing pointless questions. And we’ll never meet again—”

“Name…! Your name, please tell us…”

“Name…?”

Eeeh~ absolutely not.

My name totally stood out too much in this world…

Hmm? But wait.

Settling the situation with overwhelming power, breaking hearts with intelligent conversation, disappearing gracefully.

And finally being asked for my name…?

Hey hey hey hey… wasn’t that—

Villain-like!