FFF-Class Trashero – Chapter 102: First Spirit

Chapter 102


[8th Round] The First Spirit


That was a spirit in a female form that had substance. It had two pairs of wings like dragonflies’ on its back, its ears were pointy like the elves, but it’s chest wasn’t flat.


And there was a crucial difference.


Spirits didn’t need to cover their genital with underwear since their sex didn’t show clearly on the outside whether they were female or male.


Because they laid eggs like birds.


Spirits were speculated to have an organ called ‘cloaca’ in which their genitals and anus were combined.


Why it was a speculation, was because I had never dissected spirits before.


▶ Request: please don’t do it even if you have the chance to……


Miss Trainee Teacher. The development of the human race started from curiosity. Keep that in mind.


▶ Sigh: in this world there are also truths that are better unknown. If the noble image of spirits is ruined, the childhood innocence of the innocent fantasy children would also be broken.


Ah! I remember something from the past that you mentioned childhood innocence.

There was a time when I stopped eating eggs for a while after finding out about cloaca from a documentary. I felt nauseous just by looking at eggs and dishes with eggs in them.


But it didn’t last long.


Bread, mayonnaise, steamed eggs, omelette rice, egg rolls……


My appetite won against my aversion.


“You over there… you’re the hero coming to save me right? Aren’t you looking at me like some delicious chicken…?” The spirit looked at me with an anxious look in its eyes.


The First Spirit in the center of the underground plaza, the spirit closest to being nature incarnate, was definitely different. I was sure it had vaguely read my thought of dissecting spirits.


“First, introduce yourself.” I decided to hear it first before I made a decision.


“Yes. I’m the First Spirit born in the ancient Fantasia world. Land, fire, wind, water, heart —you can say I’m like the mother of the five Spirit Kings who control each of these five kinds of spirits.”


“So you’re saying you’re an auntie.”


“… hearing you say something like that makes me want to hit you if only my body was free.”


The First Spirit was a bit bigger than my arm. Of course, I wasn’t talking about an ordinary 3 year-old’s’ arm. I was 3 years old under the Empire Resident Registration Act (I made it.), but my build was similar to an adult.


Still that didn’t change the fact that the spirit was small.


The spirit’s body was chained up with the devil’s chains. Not only its arms and legs but also its body.


Except for its oval face, that looked like it was around 16 years old, its whole body was set so that it couldn’t make even the slightest move.


I extended my hand out.


“Oh! Spirits can be touched.”


Poke poke.


It was said that only those with pure heart could touch spirits. But I didn’t believe it. Because so far I hadn’t been able to just touch them, I could also cut them up with skills.


But I decided to believe it starting from today.


Poke poke!


The First Spirit that Mr Hero with a pure and innocent heart touched was very fluffy.


“… I’m not sure if human culture has changed over the years, but don’t they usually call this sexual harassment?”

“I’m 3 years old.”


So it’s legal.


“First Spirit. How did you get captured here? And who’s that elf?” Lanuvel asked useless questions to the spirit.


“Such a good question, cute young lady. Self-proclaimed 3 years old Mr Hero, isn’t asking these questions the normal thing to do instead of kneading a spirit you saw for the first time? Or am I being overly sensitive because I don’t know about the trends and common sense these days?”


“You’re the normal one! Lanuvel can guarantee that.”


“Fiuuh! It’s a relief. Anyways, I’ll answer your questions. That elf Mr Hero knocked over a little while ago is the wife of the 3rd Elf King.”


…The 3rd Elf King?


The words piqued my interest. So I stopped poking at the first spirit with my finger and asked,

“By any chance, are you talking about the unfortunate Elf King who loves young human ladies’ large breasts?”


I still couldn’t believe it, but Boss K whom I met at the Hero Festival introduced himself as the 3rd Elf King.

He described the human city as heaven…


“Technically speaking, he didn’t like his flat species….. oh?! How did 3 years-old Mr Hero know that?! The fact that the 3rd Elf King hated his own species must’ve been twisted and known as the opposite though.”


“I’m kind of amazing.”


“The new Mr Hero has a lot of secrets….”


The first spirit kept on explaining,

“The 3rd Elf King was a freak with an unfortunate preference like you said, but he’s a great king who had built the country to be country-like by uniting the elven species that used to live with difficulty as tribal existences before then.”


“Hee~ what’s the relationship between you two?”


“We were friends. So please refrain from imagining weird things! There would be no way it could get into this small body!”


“I didn’t say anything.”




The best achievement the 3rd Elf King had was to be friends with the First Spirit.


A long time ago.


The born-timid elves were a weak species that had no strength except for living long.


As baseless rumors spread —like you will be rejuvenated if you sleep with an elf, and you will live a long healthily life if you drink an elf’s blood— they started to randomly get hunted by humans. Persecution they used to face from human females who were jealous of the elves’ beauty and youthfulness was especially severe.


The reason?


Because elves were weaker than humans.


Reproductivity rates of elves with a long lifespan was extremely low according to the law of nature, and it wasn’t like they were born powerful like a monster either.

The elven population as a whole gradually became older since the rate of the newer generation being born couldn’t keep up with the rate of the hunting.


Experienced elves were naturally in charge of crucial roles. They passed the dangerous outside activities on to the young ones.


As a result, the young elves that lacked experience and were careless easily got hunted by humans and monsters.

Elves’ best strength was their lifespan, but they couldn’t use it at all. Let alone using it, it became their weakness.


“We helped the elves.”


The spirits assisted the elven species who used to live like stupid primitives. The First Spirit, who had become friends with the 3rd Elf King, asked its future generations to help the elves.


The elves stopped being the weak ones since then.


‘Elementalist’, stronger than most wizards but extremely rare, was established as a common job for elves.


The condition to be an Elementalist was very strict and complex.


A pure heart that loves nature!


For this reason, it was a problem too after becoming an Elementalist. Because they couldn’t mobilize spirits to take lives or destroy terrains. Elementalists became useless since it was impossible to partake in war this way.


But the elves were different.


“It wasn’t an innocent agreement, huh?”

“Yes. For the friend that always annoyed me while touching my breasts, I asked the future generations a quite unreasonable favor. Looking back now, he was a wicked friend. But if we see him from the elves’ point of view, he was with no doubt a great king.”


The spirits that the elves summoned could be used in wars.

The elves, that won in wars with the help of spirits, founded a country after rescuing the elves captured in the human country, and reclaiming their stolen forests and rivers.


The city and villages, which were protected by a strong rampart, were constructed at a rapid pace.


How could timid elves do it?


Of course it was the spirits’ power.


Just like how the human race in modern times couldn’t imagine life without ‘electricity’, without spirits, the structure of the elves’ life would be hard pressed to function even for a day.


That was the problem.


The elves, whose lives had gotten comfortable, started to worry about the future. Because different from electricity, spirits had ‘hearts’.


“The 3rd Elf King was someone with a really pure soul. He was a fool who innocently only loves breasts. It’s not an exaggeration to say that because such an elf was my friend that the Elf Kingdom could be maintained. So at some point we started to equate him with the country and call him Elfheim.”


So Boss K’s name was Elfheim.


I just found out today.


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5 Replies to “FFF-Class Trashero – Chapter 102: First Spirit”

  1. SunderMind

    >“Spirit Auntie. I’m sorry. I raise some elves and mermaids in my house’s garden in the North Continent for display, Nanny loves it. She’s already depressed because I’m not there, she would be really sad if even her pets that comforted her died.”

    Kang Han Soo making his own humanoid zoo.

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