FFF-Class Trashero Chapter 179

Chapter 179

[11th Round] Autumn Plowing Show

▶ Surprised: Cadet Kang Han-soo, are you going to go through all those skills?!

I didn’t think it was such a waste.

The newly raised Transcendental Realm skills were also to be used as sacrifices, so they were chosen in the order from what I could raise easily. That’s why I put my Fabrication skill on hold at Level MAX. And what else did I learn?

“Level ZZZ is crazy.”

It was too hard to raise in a normal way. It was more beneficial to one’s mental health to use other means like that of Boris. At this time, the question arose again. Why does the Fantasy G.o.d nurture heroes? The harmful effects of the entrance exam center alone could be seen, but the system could ma.s.s-produce the strongest within the Transcendental realm.

There was no need to kidnap social misfits.

▶ Explanation: I can tell you that! People from Fantasy cannot live in other dimensions, just like sea fish cannot live in freshwater. And as you’ll see from orcs and elves, their bodies and souls are imbalanced, so they can’t fully unleash all their abilities.

Let’s just say so for now, Miss Trainee Teacher! Now is the time to enjoy the show.

Gifted ZZ (35%) → Gifted ZZ (96%)

The Transcendental realm skill and Level MAX were generously sacrificed. I was prepared from the beginning, but a smile came out automatically. I couldn’t believe I had enough proficiency even after all of this!

I couldn’t stop now. This was because even if I reduced the number of Transcendental Realm Skills by sacrificing them, the proficiency record remained intact. From now on, I wouldn’t have enough skills to make a new Level Z sacrifice.

“…Bye.”

After much thought, I decided to give up the Dark Energy skill. I could easily raise it again if I defeated Demon Lord Pedonar. After all, I had already mastered the sense. It was also possible to create Dark Energy by myself if I put my mind to it. The favoritism of the universe was with me, after all.

Gifted ZZ (96%) → Gifted ZZ (99%)

…It was a situation in which curse words came out of nowhere. I had no skills to use as a sacrifice anymore. I still had many skills, but the rest were all duplicates. The only exception was Fabrication…

“This is the only one that must not be sacrificed!”

Should I give up the Divinity Skill? However, the remaining proficiency wasn’t that much.

It was then.

Spirit F → Spirit MAX

Luck F → Luck MAX

Skills that I couldn’t acquire because they were absorbed by my race suddenly popped up. However, the racial characteristics didn’t change. Was it a duplicate of the skill!?

“This d.a.m.n luck is…”

The blessing of the universe was with me. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Gifted ZZ (99%) → Gifted ZZZ

It finally reached Level ZZZ, but the process wasn’t smooth. It didn’t take that long in terms of time, but the problem was the number of skills that could be acquired. I couldn’t raise my limit-breaking proficiency with sacrifice. To complete Level ZZZ skills, I must master most of the skills of combat, production, and a.s.sistance to the limit.

On the other hand, I could raise them quite easily. Among the Gifted Skill’s effects, some boost proficiency, so it was easy to re-raise the skills consumed as a sacrifice, and the Level Z effect made it easy to break through my limits. It served to reduce the number of sacrifices needed.

Thanks to this, I created a Level ZZZ skill using only some combat, special, and a few production skills. Normally it would be impossible.

▷ Type: Skill

▷ Name: Gifted

▷ Grade: ZZZ

▶ G: ???

▶ ZZZ: Pretend to be normal.

▶ ZZ: Reconstruct from the source.

▶ Z: Breaking the limit becomes slightly easier.

…

I thought the ZZZ cla.s.s was the end, but there was more up there! Was this how I would feel if I thought I no longer needed to study after graduating from high school, but it turned out that I had to study at university again to get my dream job? Of course, I didn’t even graduate from high school before I was kidnapped by fantasy barbarians, so I didn’t know how that felt.

But this was exactly how I felt at the end of the 1st playthrough…! I thought I would be able to go home after defeating the Demon King, but the narrow-minded Fantasy G.o.d put my good personality on the line and made me regress. That time was really…

▶ Gifted ZZZ: You who were special from the moment you were born transcended even the boundaries of race. However, there were no smooth days because of the people who were jealous of your specialty. Would you like to be freed from that pain? (Yes/No)

After reading the commentary, I frowned to myself. It was because I had no memory of suffering due to envious criminals. But do I need to pretend to be normal? The answer in my mind was no.

After all, strong people were well-treated in this brutal fantasy world where power was everything. If you were misunderstood as an underdog, you would only grow tired. But it couldn’t be helped.

“Yes.”

It was a Level ZZZ skill that I had worked hard to raise by using my abilities. I couldn’t keep it sealed just because I didn’t care for the effect. And it wasn’t that bad. It was different from the situation of the elves, who had no choice but to seal the Level Z effect because they would be retaliated against if they were reincarnated as a spirit.

▶ Question 1: What do you want to hide the most?

① Race

② Level

③ Job

④ Skill

⑤ Status

When the Level ZZ effect that reconstructs from the source was activated, the multiple-choice problem popped up again. I wasn’t confused because it was my second time, and I chose it without thinking.

① Race

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that it accounted for 99% of my combat power. Even hiding this alone could give me the upper hand. When I thought about it this way, it didn’t seem that bad to pretend to be ordinary.

▶Question 2: What do you hate to hide the most?

① Race

② Level

③ Job

④ Skill

⑤ Status

This time it was the opposite question. If there’s something you want to hide, there’s something you want to reveal! It was a very crucial question for me to avoid being ignored because I was misunderstood as an underdog by the fantasy savages.

The choice was easy again this time.

② Level

Since the level was written only in numbers, there was no need to worry about my fighting style being revealed. If my level were high, I wouldn’t be ignored. This was because even natives who couldn’t see abilities could guess their opponent’s level with magic tools or their senses.

Are there still more questions?

▶ Question 3: What is the most important thing?

① Race

② Level

③ Job

④ Skill

⑤ Status

This felt like a duplicate of the first question. Wasn’t it the most important thing to keep hidden?

① Race

However, the difference was evident in the fourth question that followed.

▶ Question 4: What is the most trivial thing?

① Race

② Level

③ Job

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④ Skill

⑤ Status

Just because you don’t want to hide it doesn’t mean it’s trivial. I want to reveal my level to others, but I don’t think it’s worthless. So it was a bit of a dilemma. It would be right to choose No. 5, Status, without hesitation, but the job Hero did nothing for me. Plus, the Status played an important role in the 1st playthrough.

Bleeding, Cursed, Fracture, Deceptive, Sage, Weakening…

It monitored my condition in real-time like an expert doctor.

③ Job

Thus the multiple-choice questions ended. This meant that all choices had been made.

▶ Gifted ZZZ: Thank you for your hard work. Thank you very much for your sincere answers to these questions. These choices are irreversible by any means, including regression and previous lives, and no one is responsible for the consequences. Please confirm if you understand the content. (Yes/No)

…It didn’t seem to have the effect of hiding the abilities. I thought it would be good for a Level ZZZ effect if it just hid them.

“Freeloaders. Take good care of me.”

I could look for a safe place like when I reconstructed from the source, but I was full of groundless confidence that there would be no existence capable of harming me who was favored by the universe. So I decided to push it ahead.

“Drug hero, are you transforming again?”

The First Spirit, quick-witted as always, asked a quick question. But somehow, she seemed to be very pleased.

“Yeah. Another transformation.”

“You seem to shed as often as a bug.”

“If you have any complaints, just leave.”

“This hero who always has to be righteous is so mean! How could you threaten the unfortunate spirit addicted to drugs to take responsibility and take care of you?! Do you even have a conscience? Of course, I don’t mean to move out. Leave your body to us and sleep as much as you want. Grow up eternally.”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent after saying all those things.”

I fell asleep listening to the bad words from the First Spirit. How long would I sleep this time?

*

…What’s going on? I was sure I had fallen asleep with the Level ZZZ effect activated. Then, when I came to my senses, I would check the changes and reorganize accordingly. But now, the scene unfolding before my eyes was telling me that this place was still in a dream.

“Hero, are you going to create a skill?”

“Oh, my! Is that possible?”

“Hero, you always surprise me every time…”

“Creating skills! This is blasphemy- Whoops!”

“Elder sister, please understand the atmosphere.”

The First Hero was seen surrounded by many beautiful girls. He was much younger than the appearance I had identified with the Relics of Chaos, statues, and portraits. More than that, his expression was alive. It wasn’t the face of a man stained with agony and remorse. He didn’t appear to be a man who couldn’t stand his situation and would run away from home to the third world.

“I hope it is a skill that increases fruitfulness.”

There was also the unfortunate third Elf King. He gazed at the hero’s harem with joy while revealing his desires without hesitation.

“Elfheim, I think it would be nice to have a skill that rehabilitates a black-minded male like you.”

The First Spirit, who was sitting on the left shoulder of this elf man, scolded him with an elegant voice. A beautiful figure that would be believed to be a G.o.ddess if she introduced herself as one! But she only appeared abominable because I knew that the First Spirit was carefully managing her image.

Up to this point, I would have skipped it. However, it wasn’t just the hero’s harem and his friends here.

“Lanuvel is curious about that, too!”

“The hero makes skills? Wow…”

“I wish it was magic to stop nosebleeds.”

“I don’t know of your limits, Darling.”

Lanuvel, Alex, Sage, Aqua, Saint A, Saint B, Saint C, Mercenary King, Thief King, Pirate King, Sword Princess, Bandit King, Scioscia, Elf B, Ileana, Sylvia, Gambling King, Holy Dragon King, Good Dragon King, Knight King…

There was a crowd of colleagues I knew very well. Of course, if I look closely, I could see that only their facial features were similar, but they were completely different characters. Ileana, Sylvia, and the Sword Princess. These three were typical. Among them, the two elf women were glaring at the back of the unfortunate Elf King’s head, and perhaps because of his taste, their chests were very big for elves.

Anyway…

The young man, who stood at the center of this unique group, would defeat the First Demon and be called the First Hero. He exclaimed curiously.

“If I acquire this skill made with the Gifted ZZ effect, I will be able to escape the fate of confrontation with the nature of demons and angels! I’m revealing it to you for the first time! The name of this skill is Brave…!”

The moment I heard this declaration, I instinctively felt that the mosaic of my Black Box had been lifted. And at this point, the First Hero looked right at me.

This wasn’t an illusion. There was nothing but the dark sky of the Western Continent behind me, who was slightly floating in the air like a ghost, yet he greeted me with a smile on his face.

“New heroes are always welcome.”

The dream world, centered on the First Hero, began to twist as if caught in a time-s.p.a.ce storm. The world spun round and round.

“Crazy motion sickness. What a f.u.c.king dream is this?!”

“I’m sorry. Because it’s a f.u.c.king dream.”

“Huh…?”

“It’s nice to meet you, my dear younger comrade.”

And the real world appeared before my eyes.