Chapter 89: Pleased to meet you; now let me hit you. (1/2)

Were finally there! just how long did I personally wait for this very chapter. Please enjoy reading it; and fear not, the next chapter will be even better!

-Reizenchuu

Editors Note:- Ive changed the format a little bit, Ive cut down excessive line-breaks in the chapters. Please give me your views on this new change. Also let me know, if you want me to continue using this format, or want me to revert to the previous format.

Kenny Stryker

In a certain room. A room where books, gaming consoles and half-eaten snacks were scattered all over the place. The clothes of the owner of the room were lying on a sofa and his old-fashioned computer was placed on a desk. The person who was sprawling on that sofa was a blond child.

Ah, Im tired.

Metron groaned as he stretched out his arms. After finishing his job for today, he laid on the sofa as to distract from his tiredness. That place was his personal room. The pure white room that he uses in his meetings was for business purposes, while this one was his true land of peace and one of his irreplaceable fortunes. Snacks, manga, games. It had all the necessary entertainment needs to live up to his title, the God of Leisure.

Among all these games, he was recently hooked to a multiplayer game on his computer. He brought a computer from Earth-chan out of plain curiosity, but he ended up finding it rather interesting. He had no idea that online games could be this much fun. He felt as if a lightning struck his head when he first discovered it, and he has played it enough as if he would die, if his saved data were to be deleted. He knew it well that he wont be able to bear seeing all the achievements he unlocked through countless all-nighters coming into nothingness. Thats how Metron got addicted to online games.

Once I get some rest, I will resume it.

He was planning to change his character job and work on improving his production skills. He buried his face in the sofa while talking to himself. Suddenly, he remembered the task which he entrusted to Sara the other day.

I wonder if she will be okay.

Saras skill was completely suited for utter destruction. For that sole reason, he was certain that she could achieve the task with ease, however, until now she still didnt get in touch with him.

Did something maybe happen~?

He was aware of the mischievous defensive traps set inside the island, but theyre probably not functioning anymore by now. Even the AI which he left to manage the island should have ran out of magic and shutdown.

Well, she should be alright.

While sprawling in his sofa, Metron muttered in a sluggish tone. Metron realized that it would be useless to think about it at this point. Besides, the teleportation magic circle leading to the island was buried inside his storage room, which was better of called as a trash room. He couldnt bring himself to step inside it.

Of course, at that time, he had no idea of the tragic consequences that his feckless and hasty consideration will bring upon.

Finally, Ive found you.

An unknown voice abruptly sounded inside his room. Metron reacted to that voice by looking upwards while still laying on his sofa, but he eventually revealed a confused expression after seeing the person standing there.

!!!??! Y-Y-You are!!?

Metron promptly raised his back from the sofa and placed his feet on the floor to stand up. However, before he was able to stand, an intense impact struck his head.

OOOUUCH!!!

Along with the loud sound of the strike, Metron held his head with his hands as he felt an intense pain. A few tears started flowing from his eyes from the extreme anguish and he raised his head again to look at the person who was still standing with their fist clenched.

I promised myself to strike you with this fist the moment we meet, so I did it without any further delay.

Listening to the voice of that person who didnt seem to feel guilty about what they did just now, Metron had finally recognized their identity.

Kamiya, Yato Pleased to meet you, I guess, Annoying Kid.

The moment after I stepped inside the magic circle, the scenery in front of me changed into jet black. I couldnt willingly move my body. Whenever I tried to move, I felt like something was blocking me from moving.

Did I get into some sort of trap? Remaining composed, I examined my current situation. Judging from the feeling of being cramped and the difficulty in breathing, I assumed that I was inside a narrow place. Rather, it wasnt just difficult to breathe, I couldnt breathe at all. I tried maintaining my coolness, but once I considered the possibility of suffocating, I started losing my patience.

This is bad! I need to leave this place! I hurriedly made an effort in attempt to get out from this cramped space. Shortly after, I got back the sense of my right hand. Looks like I succeeded in crawling it out. I think I can make it at this rate. I added a little more effort and pushed myself up to finally escape the narrow space.

Buah!!

I took a deep breath after drawing away. Few, haah. As I worked on settling my breathing, I looked around my surrounding to find out what was happening to me.

What is this?

I titled my head when I realized that I was standing on top of a mountain of objects. To be a bit more accurate, Id describe those objects as junk. Wooden toys, unknown stuff with an eccentric shape, goods which could be found in parties and banquets, not to mention, the expensive looking treasure boxes and many more other objects. All of them were disorderly thrown in this place, creating a mountain of junk. Coincidentally, a strange-shaped object entered my sight kicking me with an eerie feeling as if Ive already seen it somewhere else.

This is a magic tool, Desu.