Ahaha! Take that, Dante and company! I win this round and, therefore, become the ultimate winner! UUUGH! My body, however, soon starts making all sorts of noises, and reality sets in reasonably fast. I used Superstacked Superstremght at a time when I shouldn't have, so yeah, this will hurt.
Just a couple of seconds go by when the mob chases Dante away, and I also collapse in pain. "AHHHHHG! Gosh! Why does it hurt so bad every time? UUUGGHH!! AHHHHH!!" My body shakes on its own, and my muscles get cramps all over my body, complaining about my dumb choice of moves!
Ehehe! But I won that fight! I won a two versus-one scenario without needing fancy magical powers or weapons! EHEHEH! Just thinking how much more powerful I will be with magical powers sends shivers down my spine! I swear I'm coming for that divine throne!
Once I reach the all-mighty position of strongest god! Things will change for the Oni race! Humans look down on us, as well as all the other races, but I will show all of them that we are worthy of joining their society! No matter the cost! I will prove to everyone we are the coolest!
"Hey there, kid! I saw you fighting back there! Weren't you supposed to be the cursed one?" Said a random old man whom I didn't recognize in the slightest, although I probably should've put two and two together when I turned around to see him.
The old guy wore a fancy suit with fancy shoes, a wristwatch covered in gold, and some funny-looking round glasses. The guy's question, however, did seem a little insulting; what did he mean by 'the cursed one!' If he wanted the heat, he would get it as well, for all I cared!
"Watch it, old man! I might not have fancy magic powers, but I can still use these hands, you hear!?" The old guy backs up a little with astonishment all over his head, probably because I'm the only one in the whole village bold enough to talk down to him.
"Perfect! You're perfect for the job! You clearly don't care about money, do you?" What did he say now? Hey! Don't get it twisted, old geezer. I'm only a little out of my mind right now! However, soon, the old man's clothes and jewelry start making sense once I remember my days in school.
But there was no way this guy could be the one we learned about in books! I mean, what were the chances that this guy was the only reason we even had a public school set up? I mean, what were the chances!? Still, it's said he founded the school in his 30s, and it's been open for 50 years, and this guy looks old as heck. Oh crap!
Oh my god, I messed up! Even for someone like me, insulting someone so important as this guy is out of my league. Oh no! I must keep up the dumb act now! Mr McGillicuddy seems to like it! "Oh? A job for me? What do I need to do?"
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"Oh! It's straightforward! I need a new bodyguard for my daughter so she can have a safe trip to the knight trails." The knight of who now? Wait a second. Does his son need a 'new' bodyguard? What happened to the last one, uh? It all sounded way too good to be true at the moment, so caution was necessary.
"What happened with your last bodyguard?" I obviously had to know how much danger there was in the way, as I don't know about you; I don't exactly plan on dying anytime soon. The old guy, however, does look concerned with my question, and he stops making eye contact, sending a clear message without saying a word until he talks.
"He's dead, but listen! I will pay you double the usual bodyguard rate! Please just help me out! Nobody wants to take on the job!" Yeah! And I wonder why that is, old man! 'You have one month to find a job, or I will quick you out.' 'I'm sad to agree with your father this time.' Oh, shut it, mind! I know I need a job, but this sounds like trouble!
"Alright, alright! But I have a condition you must agree to before I take on this job of yours." And here goes nothing; I doubted someone would ever agree to such a ridiculous term of service, but it was the only way I thought would deter the old man from hiring me.
"You also got to include something for my old folks in this village! And what I want is for you to buy whatever farming equipment my father needs for the next five years. How does that sound? It's a lot, uh?" To my surprise, the old geezer doesn't even flinch at my request as he grins at me like saying 'deal.'
"You've got some balls to boss me around like that, and I'm all for it. Very well, then! I will even make that request of yours better! As long as you keep my daughter alive! Your parents won't have to work a day in their lives because they will move in with me! How does that sound?!"
{GULP}
Oh fuck, this was a huge, huge mistake! Now, I can't even say no because if my father ever finds out I rejected such a good offer that would benefit him, he will definitely kill me! Damn you, old geezer! Apparently, the old man knows I've got no choice, so he extends his hand toward me.
Well, it's not like I will fail at keeping some rich kids safe, and even if they somehow die, it would mean that I would also die, so what do I lose anyway!? If I say no, my father will be the one to kill me, so I instead take my chances out there and at least go on an adventure!
"Alright, alright, you've got me in a corner! If I refuse your offer, my father will murder me, so what other choice do I have?" Finally, I extend my hand toward the old geezer and seal the deal by handshake like contracts are always done between Oni's.
{ゴブリンスレイヤー - 末廣 健一郎 }
And so here is where my story begins: the start of the fight and the job that began. It is the place where my cannon event occurred! Don't worry. All of these foreshadowing words and events will make a lot of sense only near the end of the novel, so in about 15 years! AHAHA! That's right!
We are going full dragon ball on this new adventure, aren't we, Rumiko?! Don't worry. She's just busy drawing the map for the new world. Hopefully, she gets it done before the end of volume one! See you soon in the next chapter! Bakemon-ONI! How to become a god!
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