FFF-Class Trashero – Chapter 52: Where is this? Who am I?

While listening to the various bullshit spouted by the graduates had taken up more time than the actual fighting, there still seemed to be about 6 minutes remaining. I only needed to wait from here on.

The people who had survived excluding myself were both women. It looked like with the men expressing to their heart’s content the combat instinct of a male, only the females had remained as a natural result. Feeling it too boring to simply do nothing, I decided to examine the Statuses of the two survivors.

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Sorcerer(Vigor=Sorcery↑)
▷Skills: Vigor(SS) Sorcery(SS) Swordsmanship(S) Immunity(S) Interpretation(A)…
▷Condition: Nervous

This was an extremely rare Job—Sorcerer. If magic belonged to the realm of geniuses who had it easy with 99% talent, then sorcery was a pursuit of knowledge where one made progress through 49% effort, 49% funds and 1% inspiration. The specialty of a Sorcerer was magic branding. Normally, Magicians also dabbled in sorcery like it was a cultural study.

There were, however, occasionally pure Sorcerers like this woman. Their Skills and attire would be completely different from Magicians; dagger, hot pants, cape, long boots, suspender… the outfit of a traveller easy to move in. But hung like tools on her belt that was worn around her hips in a bewitching fashion were rows of various scrolls. Bottles of medicine were attached in clusters to her suspender and long boots as well. They must have all been self-created with sorcery.

“Don’t be so tense. I won’t eat you.”

I gave that Sorcerer woman a reassuring smile, though she grew the more nervous for some reason.

“Did you hide your Status using sorcery?”

The Sorcerer who asked me this was completely ready for battle. In her right hand she held a magic branded dagger, in her left a magic containing scroll, while small medicine bottles were inserted between each space of her fingers. These weapons were of the disposable-type like grenades that were prepared in advance, but in return, the combat power wrought by them would easily overwhelm a Magician of equal Level and Skills.

“Lady. Your question is much too stupid.”

Perhaps she hadn’t been taught the lesson not to overly believe in another’s Status in the fantasy world. Statuses couldn’t be seen from Level 999 and above. As long as you paid attention to this, you could develop the ability to roughly measure an opponent’s capability.

“The festival this time around. You did something, didn’t you?”

The Sorcerer woman who had her eyes narrowed like a sly snake tried giving me a leading question; however, having already lost interest in her, I didn’t answer. The woman took no notice of this and continued to talk.

“The message about being granted a large amount of EXP if three people unite and cooperate. Although you did slaughter hundreds by yourself, the system will probably find no problem with that. Did you spare the two of us aiming for this reward?”

The woman beside the Sorcerer was nothing much to speak of.

▷Race: Arch-Human
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Swordsman(Stamina=Swordsmanship↑)
▷Skills: Swordsmanship(S) Stamina(S) Agility(A) Sword Ki(A) Interpretation(A)…
▷Condition: Nervous

When only looking at her Status, she was the inferior version of Sword King Alex. But seeing how this level of capability seemed to amount to the top 1% on Earth in spite of this, I was truly at a loss for words.

Now not even a minute of the time limit remained.

The Sorcerer woman I was ignoring was still talking.

“You might have not heard of my real name, but you must have heard of Yōma… Ugh! Ignoring me till the end, is it. Fine! My memory is on the extremely excellent side. I’ll clearly remember your face. I’ll use all the means at my disposal and find you for sure, so let’s meet again on Earth and talk.”

… Was she a stalker?

She did have a wonderfully good figure, though. It was enough for me to be willing to spare at least a night for her after the festival ended, unfortunate though it was, I wouldn’t be on Earth.

Damned teaching staff! Hope you all get cursed!

▷10 minutes have passed. The final remaining three gathered in the festival chose unity and cooperation. A large amount of EXP will be granted to you all who have made a difficult decision. Congratulations, truly!

EXP hadn’t meant that only our Level would increase—the proficiency of all my Skills rose evenly.

“Hah! Now this I didn’t know.”

I let out a wry laugh after checking my Status, because even the Skills which I had no way of improving had risen in proficiency as well.

Infinite(F)→Infinite(E)
Festival(F)→Festival(E)

And this wasn’t all. Divinity, which could be said to be the greatest fruit of my labor in this festival… I had been continuously regretting how I couldn’t make it go over SSS-rank despite receiving the cooperation of the angels, yet the closing ceremony put a stop to that.

Divinity(SSS)→Divinity(MAX)

MAX-rank. This was my first time witnessing a MAX-rank even in all my 11 years spent in the fantasy world.

‘Let’s take a close look at the Skil-…’

▷The awards ceremony has ended.

‘My! How hasty.’

I decided to check the effect of Divinity(MAX) back at the continents of Fantasia.

“Good going, everyone.”

“You, I’ll make sure to find you!”

Pop! Pop!

The two women disappeared first.

In response to the Sorcerer woman sending me a wink right before returning to Earth, I had given her the middle finger. Thinking back to her expression at that moment truly… made me grin.

▷Beginning re-test.

That repulsive light swiftly enveloped my body.

Resisting… was unfortunately beyond me.

▷The teaching staff are holding a meeting on what to do with you.
▷A specialist instructor will be dispatched.
▷A specialist instructor will be dispatched.
▷A specialist instructor will be dispatched.
▷There is no specialist instructor to be dispatched.

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I aroused myself from a slightly fuzzy state of mind. It was about time to have become gradually used to it, this being my 6th time, but it seemed I was suffering a great backlash due to my increased number of Skills, like when Demon King Pedonar suffered from the reduction in Level. Now this was a problem I had to contemplate a bit seriously.

“Brother! Eat your meal!”

The wannabe cute voice of Lanuvel didn’t fail to sound by my ears. Calling our Sir Hero over and ove-… Mm?

“Brother?”

“Mhm, Brother Jobless. Get up quickly~ Come on~”

I wasn’t lying on a highest quality bed of the royal palace, made with feather and cotton fillings. Lanuvel shook me awake as I lay on a bed for commoners which comprised of sheepskin roughly stretched over a wooden board…

“Lanuvel?”

“Mhm! I’m your adorable little sister, Lanuvel, who doesn’t resemble you in the slightest, Brother!”

“… That’s the sort of setting it is, huh.”

And it seemed the tutorial explanation that went “Save this world from the resurrected Demon King!” was outright skipped.

“Setting?”

I marveled for 10 seconds at my patience and self-restraint in not breaking Lanuvel’s neck as she tilted her head to the side in feigned cuteness.

I stood up from the creaky bed, and took in my surroundings.

A shabby-looking house interior.
A shabby smell.
A shabby little sister.

Even the stabling of the Dumpling Kingdom’s palace would be more magnificent than this place.

I opened wide the only window in the house.

And as expected…

“Hahahah! Right. There’s no rule saying that you have to import a Hero.”

I had ended up being treated as a native of this world.

 

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Translator : Hunnybuttachips

Editor : Fujimaru

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6 Replies to “FFF-Class Trashero – Chapter 52: Where is this? Who am I?”

  1. Butterblock

    ‘If you only looked at the Job ‘Slaughterer’, then I would seem like quite the fighter, but my Skill set was the example of a scammer who went around beaches and island villages, taking advantage of innocent fishermen and female divers.’

    Sounds like a fun occupation.

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