507 Stare of the Hell God (1/2)

Shooting myself in the foot? I was way too used to that already.

Scheming so much but accidentally digging a pitfall for myself? I was already numb to such things.

I had thought that my luck would get better after I reincarnated, but I had apparently overthought things.

”Is this fate? System, could I really possess the legendary luck rating of E…”

[Karma calculations are highly complex. The more's involved, the more difficult it is to calculate. But if I calculate it based on your personal ”karma” and ”fate”, you're definitely not so-called luck rating of E. You'd have a luck rating of Z!]

”Oh, so there's not a single person in the world who's unluckier than I am?”

[It's not about being unlucky, it's about the ability to run into trouble. Considering how many karmic connections you must have created when you've established Hell, the karma you possess is probably at the level of a bug in the world's system. That's why I'm absolutely telling you the truth when I call you the greatest jinxer in the world.]

”…In that case, when you previously tried to fool me, and all those random little quests you issued me, it really wasn't because you were trying to make me suffer?”

[…]

”Fine, I got it. You're just someone who wants an excuse to see me in a bad situation because it's funny!”

It would seem that I had mysteriously obtained the passive ability of being a ”main character” (the ability to attract trouble anywhere I went). But, unfortunately, I wasn't treated like a main character at all. I didn't have beautiful women just throwing themselves into my arms, nor did I find treasure chests containing wondrous weapons wherever I went. All that awaited me was the ability to always fish up killer whales when I wanted to relax and fish and walk onto a battlefield when I just wanted a vacation. That was the type of abnormal luck I possessed.

Did this seem funny? It probably seemed funny to everyone but myself. At the very least, the silly cat was rolling on the floor while laughing (I'm going to write that in my notebook and remember her for this)… But, right now, I really was unable to laugh at the current situation.

Powerful undead enemies had invaded, while Starwood City's factions were in conflict. I clearly had nothing to do with the undead invasion, yet everyone was treating me as an enemy.

”I've had enough!”

I simply lay there on the table, making it obvious that I didn't care.

”You've had enough? Awesome, let's flip the table, then. I really wanted to experiment with my new weapon in actual battle.”

”Damn, why do you look like Terminator?”

I looked back behind me, and was rather startled at the sight.

Timlad now had a glowing blue scanner on top of his eyes. He had a two-meter-long cannon on his back, and another smaller magic cannon on his shoulder. His extremely muscular arm was equipped with several strange machines I couldn't identify. All sorts of data were scrolling at high speed on the machines' screens. He also had a fully equipped ammo clip at his waist, and another two smaller cannons attached to his feet.

Forget about the rest as I could sort of understand, but why did that magic cannon on his shoulder have the atomic symbol on it? Just what exactly happened to this fantasy world? Could the legendary mushroom cloud really have been invented by Timlad? Was he really intending on saving the world? I felt that he put points in the wrong technology skill tree!

”…Just what exactly happened in the past seven years? What changed a siscon shota into the Terminator!?”

My words caused Timlad to instantly lose all the fighting spirit he just had.

”…Please don't mention me being siscon anymore, it was because I was too young and didn't know any better. Please don't label me as a siscon for the rest of my entire life! My most famous nickname is now the 'Siscon engineer', and even the bastards from the Gentlemen Alliance are using that as my official title. It's all your fault!”

”…Then, did you sister get married?”

”How is that possible? I'll send anyone who dares to touch my sister on a rocket trip… Don't misunderstand! I'm really not a siscon! I, I have a girlfriend now! Although she really resembles my sister, I really didn't choose her for that! Although I really love her face, I, I, I really didn't pursue her just for that!”

Although Timlad had just been smiling and trying to act innocent, he suddenly realized what he'd just said. He finally noticed that everyone was now looking at him, and that nobody believed him.

”…” I had a helpless expression with how honest he was being.

”…” The silly cat covered her face with her paws. She couldn't bear to witness his honesty anymore.

[…] Even my System typed out an ellipsis… But the ellipsis didn't count for word count, so it wouldn't help to fill in the chapter.

Although we were quite free and bored, everyone seemed to have surrounded us with great enmity in their expressions. They were all put even more on guard by the heavy weaponry that Timlad suddenly brought out.

But, from another standpoint, how carefree we seemed made everyone even more vigilant. After all, only the strong would be so carefree in such a situation…? What? Acting pretentiously? That was indeed possible, but those who acted pretentiously typically wouldn't live long.

”Perhaps this can prove that we're actually on your side.”

I reached out my right hand and created a ball of pure Holy Light, which then transformed into a shining silver cross.

”Allow me to reintroduce myself. I'm the Legend-ranked holy knight Karo. My current mission is to hunt down the bastards from the Death Council. All my undead magic is actually nothing more than special effects created by items. I received information that the Death Council bastards were intending on opening a Dimensional Door to the Death Planes, so I disguised myself as an undead mage to try and join them. But, I didn't even get to join them when the undead arrived already. This time, I've failed completely in my mission.”

Pure Holy Light had an astonishingly good reputation. Holy knights were always considered trustworthy. My words served to reassure everyone. Plus, I also had something else that they could trust, as I always went around prepared.