Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?
Chapter 225: This World Is (10)

Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer

Chapter 225 This World Is (10)

Kiaaaaargh!!

The moment the Demon’s shriek pierced his ears, Deathbringer’s hazy mind snapped back to reality, though he was still in a state where he could pass out anytime.

“…!”

He slightly lifted the wooden plank that was crushing him and scanned his surroundings. The building had collapsed, its rubble everywhere he looked.

Griiiiind!

“…”

Fortunately, the debris had concealed him well enough that the Demons hadn’t noticed him. Furthermore, what had fallen on him wasn’t endangering his life either.

A few wooden planks had shielded him, allowing him to remain unscathed.

Was it perhaps because the building had only been three stories, or was it simply because he’d been on the upper floor when it crumbled? Either way, it was a real stroke of luck.

“That hurts…”

The real question was whether that same luck also applied to Meister…? Just as his thoughts reached that place, Deathbringer felt a sharp pain in his arm.

Curled up in the wreckage, he reached toward the source of the pain with his free hand. It became soaked in blood as soon as it reached the spot. Something, perhaps a piece of debris, had lodged itself in his shoulder.

“Damn it…”

Did he sustain this wound from being buried beneath the building? If so, he was actually mostly relieved it hadn’t been far worse.

Just then, a memory flickered through Deathbringer’s mind.

The Demons weren’t the ones to bring down this building. It had collapsed because that cannon device exploded after they’d fired it again.

And the person who’d been closest to the device was…

“Urgh.”

Right then, a faint groan reached his ears.

It was close.

“Hey, are you still alive?”

There was no answer to his whispered question. Instead, he could see that area stir slightly. It didn’t seem like the Demons outside had disturbed anything.

Could it be Meister? Had he been buried underneath? No, that didn’t seem to be it. It appeared he’d been as lucky as Deathbringer had, having only been caught under a few pieces of debris that were once part of the ceiling.

Still, if anything had pierced him, there was a significant chance he’d bleed out and die.

Worried, he moved his body. Griiiind! If not for the Demons still wandering outside, he might’ve already climbed out.

“…Just go away.”

But despite his wishes, the Demons continued circling overhead. He didn’t know whether they’d caught the scent of blood or noticed the slight movement.

Either way, they showed no intention of leaving any time soon.

Damn it all.

He needed to dig out Meister quickly, and he had to bandage his shoulder to stop the bleeding somehow, but until those damn Demons left, there was nothing he could do.

Clenching his teeth, he realized despite having survived all that, he was still very much in danger.

Boom!

Ironically, the one to save him was another Demon. Jet-black flames rose chaotically from the other side between the wooden planks and debris. At the same time, thunder rumbled and lava surged.

Startled by that, the Demons above shrieked and flapped their wings to hastily fly up. Judging by their direction, they were fleeing.

Boooom!

And honestly, it was understandable. The sight unfolding before him was completely unreal.

“Shit, you call that a fight…?”

Deathbringer, who’d been about to dash out to get Meister, clamped his mouth shut.

“Even erasing a drawing with bread would’ve been messier than this.”

He recalled Mister using a piece of bread to erase stray ink lines while drawing before.

Back then, his only thought had been, “What a waste of good bread”… but now, he’d have gladly taken that over this.

Damn, those insane Demons were wiping out tall buildings as if they were nothing but stray lines on a piece of paper. With a single gesture, entire structures were reduced to nothing, leaving only remnants of their existence behind.

If that thing had shifted even slightly to the side, he’d have died without leaving even a single trace.

Shuddering at the thought, Deathbringer searched for Meister. He knew there were countless deaths in this world where the corpses were unrecoverable, but the idea of completely disappearing without even a handful of ash remaining was unbearable to him.

“Damn, you were pretty lucky too.”

Deathbringer muttered as he brushed aside the wooden planks and scattered rubble that were crushing Meister. He was unconscious, his legs trapped under some debris, but thankfully, he didn’t seem seriously injured.

“Why won’t this thing budge…?!”

He struggled to remove the debris covering Meister’s legs, but for some reason, no matter how hard he tried, the rubble pressing down on them absolutely refused to budge.

The cloth he’d wrapped over his wound to stop the bleeding was gradually turning a deeper red.

“A Demon could show up any second…”

Boom!

Shit, he should have just kept his loud mouth shut.

He slowly turned his head as a sinking dread came over him. Rumble. Even now, the ground was shaking, indicating that something heavy was repeatedly crashing into it.

“…What?”

That something was Demon corpses.

Deathbringer’s legs momentarily lost their strength, causing him to fall backward.

“Damn it…”

He instinctively scrambled back, trying to shake Meister, who was lying next to him, awake.

“Hey, wake up.”

It was a near-instinctive act. Waking Meister wouldn’t fix this situation, but… at the very least, he wouldn’t have to meet death alone.

“Shit, we’re about to die here…”

Crunch.

Something with the figure of a person but eerily featureless stepped in front of him.

It was the thing that had slaughtered every flying Demon, tearing them to pieces, but despite that, it didn’t feel at all like an ally. In fact, Deathbringer wasn’t even sure the thing was alive.

“Urgh…”

But what the hell was the Inquisitor doing in that thing’s hand? The moment Deathbringer was taken aback by the unexpected presence, the creature reached out.

Black energy dripped from its form like melting wax and coiled around his entire body like vines. The same happened to Meister.

The building debris crushing Meister’s legs was consumed by those black flames that suddenly rose from the floor.

“This is insane…”

Should he resist? But his body was wholly restrained, making it impossible to even draw his cursed blade.

Just as Deathbringer was about to despair, wondering whether this really was his end, his vision suddenly lurched. The entity holding them had suddenly jumped up.

An immense pressure pushed down on him as he traveled at an unimaginable speed, far beyond anything he’d ever experienced. His insides churned violently, nausea welling up within him.

Gray, black, red, white. The rapid shifting of colors in his vision made it hard to tell which way was up anymore.

“What?!”

Only after some time did the violent motion finally stop and his vision stabilized a bit.

A familiar voice reached his ears. However, he was too busy heaving after being thrown to the floor to answer.

After vomiting a few times, he barely managed to glance around.

The first thing he saw was the two people lying on either side of him. They were the unconscious Inquisitor and Meister.

“…Miss Fighter.”

But even more shocking was that Berserk was sprawled out right next to the Inquisitor. Seeing her completely covered in blood and motionless, Deathbringer felt his heart drop.

“D-demons…”

Shing!

As he staggered toward Berserk, the unknown being that had brought them here casually flicked its hand, slaughtering most of the Demons in the area.

Although it had saved multiple people on the verge of death while locked in battle against the Demons, its intentions were still very much unclear.

After all, its attacks had been rather inconsiderate, seeing as many were crushed beneath the falling Demon corpses while others were swept up in the slaughter and killed.

The overall damage was probably less than if those Demons had been left alive, but… could this thing really be called an ally?

Whoosh.

Now that Deathbringer had confirmed Berserk was still breathing, his mind drifted back to that question. If that being wasn’t on their side, they were all as good as dead.

He watched the unknown entity while positioning himself to protect Berserk, the one he’d most neglected and felt the guiltiest about.

However, before he could say anything, his back suddenly felt lighter. The longsword he’d been carrying all this time had ended up in his opponent’s hands.

Deathbringer’s eyes widened at the realization half a beat later.

“That’s—!”

It was the sword meant for the Demon Knight. Just as he was about to shout something, the being that had taken it vanished into the shadows.

No, were those even shadows?

As its form was swallowed by the dark Demonic flames that had manifested like shadows, it disappeared like water slipping through tiny cracks.

“It’s gone…”

He seriously had no idea what the hell was going on anymore.

“You!”

“That damn grandson of mine…!”

Deathbringer remained frozen in confusion until the two great sages came rushing toward him from afar.

* * *

* * *

—!

A soundless attack swept through the area, and for a brief moment, Mammon was struck speechless by the sheer force of the impact.

So that was the attack that had killed Gluttony, Beelzebub.

> [It’s fortunate you’re not at full power…!]

Watching from afar and experiencing it firsthand were two completely different things. The flames they’d once admired for being so mesmerizingly beautiful now filled them with nothing but dread and gloom.

> [What’s wrong? You look scared.]

Of course, since such an attack probably took an enormous amount of Demonic Energy, they doubted Mephisto could use it repeatedly. Even during the battle with Beelzebub, they hadn’t seen it unleashed more than a handful of times.

But having now faced it themself, Mammon came to one conclusion.

If they took a direct hit from that, it wouldn’t matter how much more Demonic Energy they had; they would just die. Despite them having poured a great deal of Demonic Energy into defending themself, their entire body throbbed from the residual shock. It was a truly terrifying display of power.

> [Wouldn’t you be scared too?!]

> [Well… every bastard who’s ever tried to scare me is dead!]

Yes, that was right.

Even Asmodeus, who’d tormented Mephisto like a pet, and Beelzebub, who’d hunted her for stepping into his domain, had been killed by her, so who would she be scared of?

To her, even fear would be nothing more than fuel for her flames.

Mammon recalled the existence that had raged against everything in the world before earning the name of “Wrath,” back when she was known as the Master of Deceit and Trickery.

If they could return to that time, rather than just sending a clone to observe, they’d have gone themself and killed her directly.

It was too late for regrets now, though.

Crunch!

Far too late.

Now that the battle had begun, they had no choice but to win. Mephisto would never let them live, and Satan would never forgive them either.

> [Fine… Then I’ll just have to do the same!!]

However, if they won, all of Hell’s wealth would be theirs. That was the force driving them forward.

They would win.

At Mammon’s command, massive chunks of earth rose from all directions, spewing lava like active volcanoes. The masses blotted out the sky, filling the air with pressure.

Not only did they block Mephisto from approaching, but they also forced her to burn through her Demonic Energy.

A few sharp strikes split the lava, but it didn’t make much difference.

Unless she was willing to waste Demonic Energy to burn the lava, there was no point slashing through it. It was still liquid, after all.

> [Tsk.]

> [What’s wrong?! Does it feel like your attacks aren’t working?!]

Watching Mephisto repeatedly fail, Mammon finally felt a surge of confidence.

Against her true form, things might have been different, but as she was now, Mephisto’s attacks would never reach them.

Mammon smothered the black flames beneath an overwhelming number of lava dolls. Even Mephistopheles had no choice but to retreat as not just a few square meters but an entire hectare of lava surged forth.

The city, once filled with waterways of seawater, was now entirely flooded with lava.

Crunch!

Of course, Mephistopheles was never the type to just sit back and take a beating.

Ratel, the blade in her grasp, melted into nothing, while Demonic Energy seeped into the ground the moment she stomped her foot.

Crack!

Using her energy, Mephisto broke the land into the form she desired, the fragmented terrain reshaping itself into a massive barrier that blocked the attack coming toward her.

Boom!

And then, beyond that, a colossal cannon blast tore through the air, shattering everything in its way. Mephisto had taken advantage of Mammon’s obscured vision to fire a spiraling column of flame directly at them.

They could still handle that much. At Mammon’s command, a giant emerged from the lava, intercepting the blast and countering with a similar attack.

Concentrated Demonic Energy surged forward, carving through the earth and sweeping over the place where she’d been standing.

Thump.

Of course, Mephistopheles, who was no larger than a mortal but incredibly fast, would never get hit by something so simple. Mammon was aware of that and so continued attacking.

Dozens of massive rocks rained down and crashed into the ground, creating shockwaves that caused the lava the whole city was half-submerged in to splash in all directions.

Swish!

> [Too slow.]

When did she get here? Startled, Mammon instinctively dove into the lava to build their power.

But before the lava could form spikes all over the ground, a flash of crimson fire tore through the battlefield, killing everything in its path. Mammon barely managed to pull back but still felt a chill going down their neck.

Crunch!

However, Mephisto wasn’t done yet.

A sword strike came from the opposite side of where Mephisto was standing. With all six of their ears picking up the sound, Mammon immediately understood it was just an elaborate doll.

Mephisto’s damnable sword, Ratel, had taken the form of a living being, its claws raised to attack them.

> [You use that sword so damn cheaply!]

> [That’s a compliment, you know.]

Boom! Boom! The dark flames buried beneath the lava exploded violently, at which point Mammon witnessed Ratel melt away and return to its master’s side.

Rumble! Crash!

However, Mephistopheles wasn’t completely untouchable either, so they forced her to expend Demonic Energy by continuing their endless barrage of random lightning strikes on her.

> [It looks like even you’re starting to fight cheaply. That damn bat would’ve loved to see this!]

A veil of fire floating above her head, Mephistopheles drew a sword—Ratel—from her palm.

Then she kicked against the ground with a loud bang, instantly launching forward to approach Mammon.

Crack! Dozens of jet-black slashes instantly streaked through the air.

Craaaack!

However, they still had a lot of Demonic Energy left.

And if they could just reach the towers of Demonic Energy under their influence, they could replenish whatever they’d lost by stripping them bare.

Mammon hid themself in the lava and retreated further back as they kept thinking.

They then summoned a massive amount of lava, hundreds of meters wide. She wouldn’t be able to escape this one.

> [Pathetic trick.]

Mephisto also knew that, so she didn’t even bother trying to dodge. She knew very well that Mammon was attempting to force her to waste her Demonic Energy, but at this very moment, she could do nothing to prevent it.

Ratel shifted into the shape of a ring, hovering around her as she gathered her energy.

Splash!

Lava, like a tidal wave from hell, crashed down over her.

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