Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 672: Jundong (8)

2 AM.

In the northwestern city of Burege.

A dungeon appeared at the outskirts of the territory.

The Apostle of the God had anticipated it earlier than expected, but since preparations had already been made, they swiftly began to address the situation.

Then, at 3 AM.

In the eastern city of Kotor.

A dungeon appeared by the coastline.

People were shocked by the timing, which didn’t match the Apostle’s predictions, but the personnel already stationed in the area moved to stabilize the situation.

And then, at 3:30 AM.

A dungeon appeared at the ruins of Trir.

The people who had failed to evacuate were caught in the chaos, with the ruins collapsing and causing temporary confusion before things were finally brought under control.

In addition to that, the chaos that suddenly started in the middle of the night continued to confuse people until the sun rose.

From the dismay that the Apostle of the God, who had never been wrong before, had made a mistake, to the damage caused by the dungeons not being properly prepared, the discrepancies between the local and command centers, and the sudden appearance of evil beings.

That night, people were filled with fear, as it seemed like the age of myth was approaching.

Many believed that the resurrection of the evil god was imminent, and the Karia intelligence department, which had the role of connecting different regions, also thought that some variables had appeared.

No one could have imagined it.

All that chaos was just a pointless mess, and the true purpose of the one who caused it was to quietly infiltrate a certain city.

The Pope, who had entered Alrn's territory, leisurely surveyed the city.

Despite the chaotic state of the continent, Alrn's territory was calm and peaceful.

People went about their daily lives without worry, and the soldiers patrolling the city focused more on maintaining order than being on guard, while merchants shared the outside world’s troubled situation, but the residents only expressed admiration and didn’t seriously worry about the future.

This was proof of the deep trust in the Lord.

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This part, at least, could be said to reflect the city where the Apostle of the God was born.

“But everything else being so normal bothers me. This is the place where the Apostle was born, and yet, what is this?”

“...Old man. What do you even want?”

“At the very least, there should be statues of that person placed throughout the city. Also, there should be signposts where he walked and murals on the walls...”

“The person who came here to ruin the city shouldn’t be saying that.”

“Hm. Is that so?”

Despite Rasha’s words, the Pope still couldn’t shake off his discontent.

This city didn’t show any reverence for those who protected them.

The very people who played a role in the Apostle’s unfortunate past were here, and yet, they didn’t even carry a shred of remorse.

“Shall we cause a bigger stir than expected?”

“I don’t care about the others, but if Benedict and those knights come, I won’t be able to handle it alone.”

“That part should be fine. The man is too mentally fragile to be a father of the Apostle of the God.”

“I don’t like that method. I want to face him properly.”

Even though they raised their voices openly, no one around noticed them.

The Agras’s power had completely erased their presence, and no one knew they were even there.

Without interference, the Pope and Rasha reached a cemetery in a corner of Alrn's territory.

“Are you really going to do it?”

“Yes. That’s why I came.”

“A person who worships the God shouldn’t be doing something like this.”

“It’s a necessary trial. The Apostle needs a bit more backstory. Something everyone can sympathize with.”

While personal desires were somewhat involved, it was a necessary step.

For my goal to be fulfilled and the one true god’s world to come, the Apostle must be given the proper authority.

Ah. Really. I don’t want to do this, but I have no choice.

The Pope, with a twisted smile, stepped into the graveyard, walking deeper and deeper as though entranced.

Even when Rasha said something was strange, it was of no use.

The Pope moved relentlessly until he reached the family tomb of Alrn and then stopped.

“Ha.”

A smile crept onto his lips.

“Hahaha.”

An intense emotion surged through him, to the point where his control over his power wavered.

“Hahahahaha!”

The laughter that escaped through his power echoed throughout the cemetery.

“Old man! Are you crazy?!”

“Oh! How can one not laugh after seeing this!”

“What nonsense are you spouting?”

“Enough. For those of you who’ve been eyeing my neck, feel free to come out. There’s no reason for you to stay here anymore.”

With a sinister grin, the Pope looked around, and one by one, knights appeared.

And at the center of them stood Benedict Alrn, a monster wielding the great sword only the continent’s strongest knights could lift.

“What brings you here?”

“I don’t think you’re asking because you don’t know, but I’ll answer since I’m in a good mood today. I tried to resurrect your wife. I was curious to see what kind of expression the Apostle would have when that happened.”

Before he even finished speaking, Benedict charged, only to be blocked by Rasha.

Her arm, trembling with veins showing, proved that Benedict’s sword was a heavy burden for her, but there was a smile of ecstasy on Rasha's face.

“There was just one thing I didn’t know. I never expected there would be nothing here.”

This whole thing had been a waste of time from the start.

Had there been nothing here, it would have been a pointless effort.

But now, there was some value in it.

Because something interesting had appeared in front of me.

“Benedict Alrn. How much do you know?”

Benedict didn’t respond but swung his sword again.

“Hey. Look at me. Me.”

That sword was again blocked by Rasha.

“To the Apostle... Hmm. Whether you know or not, you didn’t tell him anything, did you? You’re too weak.”

The knights following the lord ran after them, but no matter how much they ran, they couldn’t close the distance.

An endless race with no finish line could only continue forever.

“Good. I’m glad I didn’t need to do anything. Ah, I’m also resentful of myself for not trusting the Apostle of the God. If I hadn’t interfered, he would have already been perfect.”

The cost of doubt was never light. I had wasted a lot of Agras's power by causing unnecessary chaos, and it seemed that I’d waste more energy here.

The sudden darkness that enveloped the world released the knights from their bonds.

From other places, swords slicing through the graveyard, the gray fox, the roots of trees from the ground, the wolf’s fangs from above, and arrows aimed at my head.

Seeing all of that, the Pope let out a hollow laugh and then died, only to rise again.

“Alright, everyone. You’ve all been busy trying to kill me, but it’s probably meaningless. I can’t die.”

Eliminating the end doesn’t simply mean gaining immortality. It’s a conceptual matter.

“Whatever you may have thought, it’s likely something the past me or some great mage tried.”

The Pope had learned this lesson deeply in the past. If he hadn’t found salvation, he would probably still be wandering, just like back then.

“To show him, I’ll play along with you. So please, enjoy yourselves.”

The Pope, politely bowing his head to those coming to kill him, once again imprinted the family crest of Alrn in his mind.

The scar engraved there.

The chaos that had started so suddenly had caused a stir across the continent, but the situation was quickly resolved.

Perhaps because of the hastily created dungeons, it turned out to be much weaker than expected.

It seemed like something you’d expect if you switched the difficulty to "baby mode" in a game.

As a result, the situation was resolved in less than half a day.

Up to this point, everything was fine.

However, since the situation was resolved so quickly, my reputation actually ended up rising.

To put it simply, the situation had worsened.

“...What a stubborn old man. That damn ugly grandfather.”

“I wonder if you should refer to him as a king of a country like that.”

“The trash that sticks to girls can be called whatever.”

After shaking off a king of some small nation who insisted I have tea with him, I stretched and looked up at the sky.

Why did the Pope do something so inefficient?

It would have taken a lot of effort to surprise me.

Those disasters could have been used more threateningly.

Had they been completed before being used like that, the damage would have been much greater.

...The number of victims would have been more as well.

As I thought about this and bit my lip, I soon realized what the Pope’s true purpose was.

I also understood how obsessed he was with someone like me.

“Looks like you missed your chance. You used all the tricks you prepared, but you didn’t die.”

After listening to what Karia said, I sighed in relief, but at the same time, I made up my mind to make that bastard pay.

No, seriously.

What kind of crazy bastard would try to dig up someone else’s parents’ graves?!

In any culture, someone who does that is called a son of a bitch!

And the one who claims to worship the God—how can such a person boldly do that?!

“Still, since the consumption was high, he probably won’t be able to create any more variables for a while. So let’s do what we can in the meantime. There’s not much time left, right?”

The resurrection of the evil god.

After seeing Karia’s smile, I returned the smile to her.

“Ha. I already know, Aunt.”

“I’m glad you don’t look defeated.”

“In the end, that perverted bastard couldn’t do anything and ran off, huh? What a pathetic ending. Only makes me laugh.”

In the end, there wasn’t a problem. I was frustrated, but that’s about it, right?

“Haha. Just like the employer you are.”

“...What do you mean, Aunt?”

“Just as it sounds.”

“Have I been treating you too well lately? Huh?”

“Oh, and by the way, Employer, show some interest in the Saintess.”

“What’s that about?”

“People in need fall easily.”

At Karia's words, that she would cut off important things herself but couldn't soothe the hearts of others, I felt an odd sense of unease.