FFF-Class Trashero – Chapter 79: In the middle of the Pacific Ocean

I had no care for what others did with the power of friendship of love, but for someone to call themselves a companion or subordinate before me, they had to possess worthy skill and capability. She had chosen the wrong thing to make a comparison.

“This time it’s my turn to ask. What’s your name? There’s no use even if you hide it at this point. Although I failed during the closing ceremony of the Hero Festival, as there was no chance to leave a video record, right now your face has been properly captured. Plus, the language you use is Korean. It’ll be easy finding you with the search range narrowed down like this.”

“Kang Han Soo.”

I boldly revealed my name.

I wasn’t able to say it during the Hero Festival because I couldn’t go back to Earth at the time—I didn’t want to be noticed as a fantasy world old-timer, after all—but that was no longer true as I had made it through that unjust, biased grading system. I could be as bold as I wanted.

“I’m Victoria. It’s a bit awkward saying it myself, but I’ve been quite famous ever since I started being called by my alias, Yōma. Currently, I’m active as a technician and businesswoman rather than as a Hero. I made a bit of money through a new technology development business based on the combination of science and magic, and at present I’m running a nation-wide large-scale munitions factory and a retailer.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“… What did I say my name was?”

“There are limits to ignoring a person. Factoria, isn’t it?”

“It’s Victoria! Don’t treat a person like they’re a factory!”

“Right, right.”

The female Sorcerer, whom I intended to part ways with after only extracting information from her, bothered me as she harped on and on, but I didn’t make the mistake of having my hand slip or grabbing her by the throat, and this was because I was treated to cola. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that cola had saved her life.

“By the way, you’re dressed unusually.”

Victoria found fault with my fantasy outfit. The combat uniform I was wearing was prepared from only the best materials from head to toe by the Magic Kingdom, but it couldn’t be helped that, in various ways, it didn’t fit in with Earth’s modern sense of fashion. I didn’t feel inferior, however, as I had thought about all this beforehand.

A single tree would stand out, but the vast scene of many trees gathered to form a forest would overwhelm the viewer and thus they wouldn’t mind one mere tree.

So I decided to show her.

“I have many clothes, you see.”

I proceeded to repeatedly take out and put back the clothes I had stored in Skill: “Storage”. They were precious items which I had taken during the Hero Festival, from the treasury of those wicked angels. Armor, protectors, casual wear, underwear… it was a diverse collection of different types, materials and uses.


After that, Victory didn’t find any fault with my clothes. Instead, becoming of a Sorcerer filled with curiosity, she showed deep interest in the clothing of angels. Naturally, I didn’t show them to her.

“Were we that friendly?”

“I can understand well enough even if you just say you don’t want to show them!”

Later on we partook in in-flight meals and rested separately. Victory had wanted to continue talking, but I courteously refused, because…

“To think this boring movie would get a fourth part…”

I swiftly went through the movies, comics, news and so on provided in flight using a remote control or touching the screen with a finger. Victoria peeked at my monitor, sitting in the next seat with her bottom surreptitiously stuck to mine, but I didn’t particularly mind. Anyone did this much searching when they got a plane, didn’t they?

“You didn’t know they released the fourth part? It’s a hugely famous movie, though.”

Victory interjected all of a sudden.

“It’s normal to not know sometimes. Do you count every person you’ve killed in your life?”

“Isn’t that analogy wrong?!”

“It’s the same in that they’re both pointless.”

The year and a half’s time I had lost was much too bone-aching. There was too much that I didn’t know; however, in other words, this meant that the number of movies, dramas, comics, novels and so on that had been released during the time I was kidnapped had hugely piled up. These things along would be able to keep me occupied for a while. Thinking of it like that, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Before I knew it, we were in the middle of Earth’s Pacific Ocean.


I fell into contemplation after checking the flight path. Until now, I had been obediently riding this VTOL aircraft as it had been flying in the direction of my home country, Korea, but the aircraft was starting to slightly veer off course.

‘Should I just jump off here?’

I would have been called nuts if others heard my thought, but as I had caught a dragon in the skies and gone skydiving frequently before, it wasn’t a difficult choice. At that moment, however, Victory spoke up, having noticed my intent.

“Mr. Kang Han Soo. Endure it a little, even if it’s frustrating. We’ve almost arrived at our destination.”


I wondered, was she heading for the island of Hawaii?

But then Victoria began to give an unasked-for explanation.

“The core force of the aliens, Valkyries, have no flight nor swimming capabilities, you see, which is why their air-raids are focused on targeting land only, and the countermeasure found for that is this naval munitions facility. It’s a plan to safely produce weapons, and it’s been quite successful to this day. The naval city we’re heading for is the third military base in the Pacific Ocean which I’m the chief director of. This VTOL aircraft, which is equipped with a satellite radar and stealth function, was also produced there.”

“… It’s well made.”

I gave an offhanded response while inwardly thinking “The heck is this chick goin’ on about?” because the terms she was using differed too much from that commonly used in Fantasia’s continents—the inside of my head was spinning. Even as I thought to myself, Victoria’s explanation continued.

“Construction technology that combines science and magic goes beyond imagination. After all, a total of six naval cities were built within a mere year; three in the Pacific Ocean, two in the Atlantic, and one in the Indian Ocean. If no problems pop up, the plan is to keep on increasing them. Politicians and families with conglomerate backgrounds who are condemned for abandoning the people and fleeing to the oceans are living here, but it isn’t an overstatement to say that the tax they pay is what makes the munition factories run.”

“So when are going to arriv—Duck!”


A blue flash of light swallowed my vision.

I wasn’t merely watching it happen, however; I summoned forth Holy Sword 2 to block the surprise attack, then kicked off the VTOL aircraft, which had been split in half, into the air. What followed after that was a second flash of light, and I couldn’t dodge as I had no sure ability to fly—but there was no saying that you had to fly yourself.

“Rice Cake.”


Summoned in the blink of an eye like a mirage, Saintess H tightly hugged my waist from behind and then completely unfolded her three pairs of wings.

Flap! Flap! Flap!

I was able to deflect the light attack using Holy Sword 2 without having to even dodge. The reason why I had summoned Saintess H despite this was to pursue the culprit behind the attack. I couldn’t simply take things lying down, could I?


I mixed the powers of Divinity and Dark Energy to give rise to a whirlwind. Saintess H remained still with all her wings unfolded, embracing my body, while I used this artificial wind to control our flight direction and speed; her role was to be a hang glider. Added on top of all this was flight stability through the blessing of wind.

“The oceans are safe my ass.”

I had no interest in something like the safety of that female Sorcerer, Victoria, who had fed me misinformation. My gaze was fixed on the other side of the clouds.

There I saw a familiar-looking man. Although there was nothing like wings on his back, he was floating in midair by standing atop two artificially formed gray whirlwinds like they were a pair of water skis. He, too, recognized me at a glance.


“You are—”

“That old prince who ran away the other day…!”

“That dastardly Hero I encountered in the Cave of Trainin—Wait! Why do you say I’m old?!”

‘You call that a question?’

▷Race: Old Human
▷Level: 999+
▷Job: Prince(National Power=Willpower↑)
▷Skills: Willpower(Z) Infiltration(Z) Swordsmanship(MAX) Dark Energy(MAX) Tolerance(SSS)…
▷Condition: Aggrieved, Demon Sword

In the 6th Playthrough, I had ended up letting that old prince slip away from me in the Cave of Training. I had constantly felt regretful and ill at ease regarding this, yet never in my dreams did I expect us to meet again like this on Earth. But how did he know I was here? I decided to ask honestly.

“I’m surprised you found me. Are you a stalker? Or maybe…?”

“Hold that horrible line of thought! I was only drawn by your disordered power of a Hero!”

By power of a Hero, was he referring to Black-Box?

But that didn’t matter at the moment.

“Shall we go for round two?”

“Ha! I see you’re puffed up at having won once!”

On this day, the naval cities of the Pacific Ocean came to face an unprecedented crisis.


PR/N : There is an illustration page for some of the characters, be sure to take a look !


>>>>> Victoria was added to the illustration page ! <<<<<

Translator : Hunnybuttachips

Editor : Fujimaru

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6 Replies to “FFF-Class Trashero – Chapter 79: In the middle of the Pacific Ocean”

  1. Cloud

    “These things along would be able to keep me occupied for a while.”
    along -> alone

    Thanks for the chap!

  2. haha

    “but I didn’t make the mistake of having my hand slip or grabbing her by the throat, and this was because I was treated to cola. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that cola had saved her life.”
    What happened to living an honest life?


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