Chapter 12
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: My Past Bully Became a Vegetable. (2)
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Hero-Class Training Academy.
The pinnacle of training facilities, accessible only to the most talented Awakeners whose unprecedented Status Window abilities were highly rated.
That's where I met Dain Adamas.
"What kind of weakling are you?"
Those were the first words she ever said to me.
From that day on, for the six months it took to complete the academy, her constant taunt of "weakling" became a brand that replaced my name.
Well, among my academy classmates, she was the only one who even acknowledged my existence, so "weakling" was pretty much her exclusive nickname for me.
After graduation, all my classmates shot up to levels I couldn't even compare to, so I stopped being called a weakling. But even so, the word never faded from my heart.
I'd convinced myself I could get better, that I could grow as strong as those who'd surged ahead, even going into debt to chase that strength. Part of it was wanting to erase that weakling stigma.
But the results were disastrous... no, "disastrous" doesn't even begin to cover it. Everything went to hell, and I became a debtor who'd ruined his life and lost his sense of self.
That's how I learned the hard way that everyone has their place in life, paying a price far too steep. Now, even seeing my classmates shining brilliantly in realms I can't imagine, it doesn't faze me.
I just think, "They're living in another world. I'll focus on my own life." Empty words.
Except...
[To think I'd run into that weakling here of all places. As my caregiver, no less. I figured after graduation, we'd never cross paths again. You know our levels are worlds apart, right? Not many people are on my level anyway... but that's beside the point. Anyway, nice to see you again. Caregiver takes me back. Even back then, without me saying a word, you'd read my mind and do exactly what I wanted. It's the same now. Face it, serving me is your true calling.]
Hearing the very person who'd branded me say that, an unbearable rage surged up inside me. It was inevitable.
[Once I realized I was stuck alone, unable to do anything, everything started feeling suspicious and irritating. But you showing up like this? Total relief. I can trust a weakling like you to take care of me. No one's ever served me as well as you. You're familiar to me, too.]
In my memories, Dain Adamas preferred action over words.
Because every move she made, powered by her divinely enhanced physique, delivered exactly what she wanted with effortless ease.
She found moving herself more convenient than talking, and when she needed something from me, she'd just say short commands like "That one" or "This."
Eventually, I reached a level where I could anticipate and provide exactly what she wanted—perfectly, sensibly—without a word.
But now, the tables had turned.
In this dynamic, the overwhelming control lay with me, not the vegetable-state Dain Adamas.
[Hey, you know what? I've been so bored this past month. Can't see a thing, no one to hear my voice... So, weakling.]
She hadn't even finished, but I already knew what Dain Adamas wanted from me.
This woman was about to say, "Hey, tell me something fun."
Back then, she'd have skipped the preamble and gone straight to it. But a month as a vegetable seemed to have instilled some social graces in her.
Though it was clear she still saw me as her old bread-shuttle weakling.
"Before that, I have something to tell you. It's important, so hear me out first."
I cut off Dain Adamas—who still thought she held the overwhelming upper hand despite being a vegetable—and spoke up.
[...Important?]
I could feel her irritation at my interruption.
Interrupting Dain Adamas? Unthinkable back in academy days.
Old memories gave me a chill, but I suppressed the PTSD and pressed on.
"I learned through the Status Window. The reason you're like this? A curse."
[W-what? Curse? N-now that you mention it, when I took down the Rift Lord in that gate, I felt a chill... Was that the curse hitting me?]
My next words were crucial enough to snap her annoyance right back into focus.
As she recalled that day a month ago in the EX-Rank Gate, I dropped the most important revelation.
"And I know how to cure that curse. Before coming here, I met May Luina and tested the treatment method on her directly. It worked."
[R-really!? You can cure it? You, weakling? Do me! Now! I want out of this damn darkness!]
Just as expected, my promise of a cure lit up her voice with excitement, demanding treatment.
Her reaction stayed perfectly within predictions from start to finish. I curled one corner of my mouth into a smirk.
The kind of shady grin that screamed ulterior motives to anyone watching.
But with only me and the blind vegetable Dain Adamas in the room, no issue there.
Maintaining the smile, I asked her,
"The curse from the EX-Rank Gate's Rift Lord calls for a special, intense treatment. You sure you're okay with that?"
[Of course! Who do you think I am? I'm Dain Adamas, strongest human alive! Do whatever! Anything you can do won't faze me anyway!]
Truly, not a single deviation up to this point. When it comes to simplicity, she's the best in the world.
Thanks to her superhuman physique, Dain Adamas solved everything straightforwardly. "Simple is best" fit her better than anyone.
Of course, simple didn't mean stupid. She had sharp instincts to sniff out anyone with shady intentions in an instant.
But bait her with a cure, and that wisdom crumbles just like that.
Having easily secured her blanket permission, I placed my hand on her forehead and intoned inwardly.
Reveal yourself.
[User's command confirmed. Curse mark appears on target's body.]
Just like with May Luina, the notification confirmed the mark's appearance and vanished from view.
Perfect. Permission granted, prep done. Time to start.
"Alright, beginning treatment."
I gave her a quick heads-up, then swept the blanket aside and unbuttoned the front of her patient gown, one by one.
Click. Click. Click.
[Wh-what?! H-hey, hold on! What are you doing?! Undressing me?! A-are you insane?!]
Her shrill, uncharacteristic shriek pierced my ears.
A voice brimming with power—one that would've dropped me to my knees begging back in academy.
But voice alone changed nothing. The control was entirely mine here.
"Yeah, undressing you. And no, I'm not insane. It's necessary for treatment, so bear with it. You said anything goes for the cure, right?"
Unlike before, I didn't grovel. I answered her boldly.
[Bear with it...? I said anything goes, but still...]
My confidence deflated her instead, letting me swiftly strip off the top covering her massive tits.
Facing the two mounds cradled in her sports bra, I forgot the golden rule of undressing—speed is key—and froze.
Because...
"...Whoa. For real?"
Her breasts were so incredible, they obliterated my mental prep for the treatment.
Even lying down, they didn't sag sideways but jutted out like rockets, proudly proclaiming themselves the world's mightiest tits.
When I'd seen May Luina's oversized tit-storage, I'd wondered if any tits could be more perfect. Now, the rankings in my head had flipped.
"I admit it, Dain Adamas. You're number one."
Dain Adamas's royal tits were indeed the strongest on earth.
Even still encased in the bra, untouched, their majesty was undeniable.
Tits that made you instantly understand what "gods live in her flesh" meant.
[Huh? You went quiet, now muttering to yourself? Is this part of the treatment or what?]
"Huh? Oh, uh... No. Let me finish prepping."
Her sensing something off cut short my tit appraisal. Snapping back, I resumed.
[H-hey! Hold up! Wh-where are you going?! P-pants too?! Do you have to take those off?! Eek! Y-you just unzipped my bra?! And panties?! You're really stripping me naked?! Ahhh! You actually did it! Bra and panties gone! Stripped by you, the weakling! By the bread shuttle!]
"Phew."
Good. Treatment prep complete.