Chapter 161

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 161

Chapter Title: Death Collector

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'Hm?'

I still have a lot to learn about this world.

Even though I'm working like the president's sidekick,

and villain bounties are coming into my hero app.

"Thanks for the meal."

After a satisfying dinner, Evangeline headed home first.

Surprisingly, she had a driver and a luxury car waiting to pick her up.

I'd sensed from her speech that she wasn't ordinary, but she really lives in a different world—a true rich heiress.

"See you later, Sanghyeok. If you want something tasty, just tell your big sis?"

"……."

The tastiest thing is probably Evangeline's breasts...

I waved while thinking that.

"Drive safe."

Now it was just me and the president.

Should I suggest going for drinks? My palms were getting a little sweaty.

How could I naturally get closer to her?

"Um, President... Want to grab a drink, just the two of us?"

"No."

......Ugh...

I swallowed my bitterness inwardly at Isabella's flawless decisiveness.

Please! Please, a lovey-dovey line with the cool beauty president!

'Aaaah, not that.'

En-chan was trying to viral some extreme pervert shit, slipping it into my sleeve like drugs.

More than turning the student council president into a pervert onahole...

I want to date her.

I want to be pure love!!

I want to know more about the president!

"......Why?"

So I ended up grabbing her as she tried to leave and asking.

"...Why not have a drink?"

"Because of that mistake before."

"Mistake...?"

Maybe when she acted cute with me?

"I, uh, I don't think it was a mistake."

"Then that's a problem. I'm... an S-rank hero. I can't show a disheveled side anywhere."

"You can show it just to me."

Aaaah.

I'd dropped a bombshell confession-level line.

I'm so obviously inexperienced with girls!

Isabella looked at me with cold eyes.

"...Kim Sanghyeok..."

"Sorry. I won't mess around."

I groveled on my own.

"I'll stamp it, so hand over the calendar."

I pulled out the person of interest calendar...

"I'll call you tomorrow and work you hard too. Get ready......"

I was swallowing my disappointment alone when Isabella stared blankly at the calendar.

"Isabella?"

"......"

She was muttering while looking at the remaining slots.

"......Not much left."

"Yeah. Once the person of interest thing ends, hero work ends too..."

"......"

[Good job]

Isabella stamped it.

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"I worked hard today, so give me two more."

"......!"

Isabella, usually generous with stamps, gripped the stamp tightly and shook her head.

"Ah, no."

"......Huh? Why? Then just one more."

"No. One for today."

"You always gave more."

"......No means no."

......Tch.

I want to meet the president as an equal, without this person of interest stuff.

Those last seven slots won't be easy...

"Want to walk a bit? We're full now."

"I need to head back to the student council room."

"Just a short walk."

I said it like I was holding onto the workaholic president.

"Stay with me a little longer."

"......What's so fun about it."

I almost said it's fucking fun.

How could walking side by side with the cool beauty silver-haired big-tits student council president not be fun?

Look! This is my girlfriend! (Not really)

I felt good walking like I was showing off.

Me, daring to have the student council president by my side, fulfilling my lowly desires.

Definitely not cut out to be a grand villain.

"...You gonna quit being a hero? Even after saying it like that."

"It was empty talk. I don't think a guy like me can be a role model for kids."

"......"

What? It was getting dark when we came out, and now it's almost night.

I thought it was lunch, but it was dinner.

We worked nonstop...

"The real hero is you, President."

"I'm not that great a hero."

"Anyone can see you're an amazing hero. And cool too..."

"That's how it looks."

So it's not true?

"Even if you have a secret taste for villainous types, I'll understand."

"I don't."

"Tch......"

Maybe she's secretly an idol or something.

Even without that, Isabella is captivating. Hero, student council president—what heroine fits better?

"Ah. One thing that bugs me."

We'd walked to where there were no more paths, so we took an alley.

As the crowds thinned, I brought it up.

"Aren't we officially priest-disciple? Why not treat me like one?"

"......That's."

Isabella started to say something,

then spoke in a slightly cold tone.

"You don't need to know, since you're quitting hero work soon."

......Hmm.

The conversation cut off awkwardly...

But pretending to be a hero just to flirt with Isabella doesn't make sense.

"Shall we head back?"

"Yep."

Huh?

Someone was walking from the opposite end of the alley. A beauty covered head to toe in pitch black.

You might say black-haired heroines are common, but contrasted with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her clear white skin, it looked even darker. Black hair, black eyes,

and a skin-tight suit wrapping from neck to toes—also black.

Her personal color screams suspicious character.

The outfit even resembled full-body armor.

"Xenovia! Why are you here?!"

Isabella couldn't hide her surprise.

Someone she knows? Xenovia?

That suit... looks like Isabella's masterpiece?

"Why so surprised? You should've expected me after stirring things up."

"......Kim Sanghyeok. Get back!"

"Villain?"

The woman in the black devil suit let out a hollow laugh.

"Don't you know who I am? I thought my debut was flashy... You really seem like a resident from another world."

"She's a villain!"

Isabella declared.

"You can't help. Run!"

Maybe because she said I couldn't help, and I couldn't accept it?

Or maybe I didn't like leaving Isabella behind?

I stood rooted to the spot.

"Kim Sanghyeok!"

"I ate expensive meat. Can't do that."

"Haha, not scared of me?"

"Kuh!"

Where'd she go?

The moment I lost sight of her, I saw Isabella clashing with her mid-transformation.

The shockwave made my body float.

And...

Just before my feet hit the ground again, Xenovia was behind me.

Splurt!!

"Gah!!"

Blood spurted. At first, I couldn't comprehend what happened.

A black, rigid arm like a demon's protruded from my chest.

Pierced clean through from behind.

"Haha."

The black woman smirked like she was forcing a laugh at the world's most boring movie.

"If you're introducing, do it right. I'm not just any villain, Isabella."

"Kim Sanghyeok!!"

Shluck.

The arm yanked out forcefully. I didn't even feel pain. My brain had maxed out adrenaline realizing the dire crisis.

Strength drained from my limbs, and I collapsed.

"But Isabella, is he really your disciple? He's weak."

Isabella clashed with the black woman again.

I could barely tell supersonic exchanges were happening—beyond what I could even watch in my state.

Ughhh. The ground shakes.

"Desperately trying to push me away? Think you can? A full-body integrated masterpiece can't be wielded with that much monster leather."

Bam!!

Isabella tumbled roughly across the ground.

"Didn't this big sis teach you?"

"......Guh....... Hnng...!!"

'Strong...'

Isabella's no match...?

Even if her transformation wasn't complete, it takes less than a second. In that split moment, the black bitch struck Isabella's solar plexus,

then stomped on my head as I lay pierced and immobile.

"Don't feel wronged. Your heroes started it."

"Kuh... luck......"

"Impressive you're not dead. I ripped out your heart with your ribs."

"Guh.... Hah......"

What.

No wonder I can't move...

A pool of blood thickens on the ground.

This feels unreal... Who'd expect this after dinner with a pretty heroine.

En-chan... help...

I can't even speak now.

"Kim Sanghyeok... Kim Sanghyeok! Stay with me!"

Isabella screamed while down. She looked like she was wailing.

"Don't die! Pull yourself together! I'll save you somehow!"

"What can crybaby Isabella do?"

Bam! Thud!

What followed was one-sided beating.

An S-rank hero, helplessly overpowered.

The black woman was that strong.

"Isabella. Forgot? I'm your misfortune."

"Kim Sanghyeok has nothing to do with it! He's not my disciple! Let him get treated......!"

"Hmm? Your teary face says otherwise."

"......Xenovia!!"

Click.

A mask covered Isabella's face. Xenovia donned the final piece of her transformation suit—a mask—emitting black malice from her eyes.

The aftermath of their ensuing brawl made the ground vibrate, battering my body like constant hits.

Ughhh. I'm dying...

Already fatal, consciousness fading...

"You weren't around when I looked, vanished for five years, and now you show up!"

"Curious, right? Had to see why you, always so stern and chased, were smiling so happily."

"Krrt!"

The power gap was clear.

Xenovia didn't budge an inch against Isabella's desperate pushes, parrying everything.

Too strong!

"Kim Sanghyeok! Stay with me......! Hnng... Kuh......!"

"Your breathing's all messed up. You okay?"

"Shut up!"

"That disciple in peril bothers you? Shall I kill him?"

Seeing Xenovia aim to stomp my head with supersonic speed,

Isabella threw herself over me.

Kwach!!

"Kuhk!!"

"Move or your spine shatters?"

"Stop....... He's... different from you."

"What's so different. Not curious at all."

Ruthless stomps poured onto Isabella's back.

This was the angriest I'd ever felt.

"Suit breaking now? You'll die instead?"

Isabella took the stomps on her back, vomiting blood, but didn't budge.

"O~~ne~~, two~~."

In the bare minimum reprieve to move, Isabella left her last words.

"Thanks for calling me a cool hero, Kim Sanghyeok."

Huh? Wounds all healed.

Perfectly fine, I hugged Isabella and rolled aside.

Roll roll.

"?"

Xenovia stared blankly, unable to grasp the situation.

"How...... did you heal?"

I held Isabella ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tight.

She got badly hurt taking hits for me...

Won't heal?

"Saintess! Heal my wife too!!"

"Please!"

Yes! Got it!!

I saw Isabella, who couldn't breathe, relax.

Thanks for coming even while babysitting, Saintess.

'......'

Wary of my mysterious healing, Xenovia didn't approach.

'Absolute crisis.'

One of the perks, an authority I'd never used, activated.

Clank clank clank.

With the sound of chains, a mysterious beauty appeared beside me.

Xenovia jumped back in shock—the first emotion she'd shown.

Suddenly there... what?

Death... Collector...?

The woman called 'Death Collector,' wearing an eyemask with embarrassingly high exposure,

stood with long pale purple hair cascading down.

'Eyemask,' but it was hard like bug carapace—SF goggles.

Her outfit was nearly a high-leg, exposing hips and legs.

What the...

Sudden eroge atmosphere...!

"......What authority is this?"

Xenovia instantly recognized it as some kind of 'authority.'

"Godlike healing rivaling immortality. Summoning a humanoid minion. Abilities even SS-rank hunters might not have......"

"If you're curious, just ask."

I have gods on my side. And I'm righteously furious.

I intuited it.

This is a cheat ability.

If not for Isabella's sister, I'd have said kill her.

But family—probably some backstory.

Like a prerequisite quest I skipped.

Isabella's family history.

Killing feels off.

'Her actions alone make instant death feel like a waste.'

I want to punish her worse than death.

First time feeling like this.

"Boost output by about 30%."

"Punish her three times worse than what she did to Isabella!"

Right after my command,

the Death Collector's kick flashed into Xenovia's solar plexus, sending her bouncing across the ground like a ball.

"Guh!"

Amazing......!!

Xenovia looked combat-incapable, trembling and vomiting blood on the ground.

"What... nonsense......"

"Wait! A thousand deaths? No way."

Insane ability?

I grabbed and stopped the Collector.

"Hold on! Collector-chan!"

I soothed the Collector who seemed ready for mass slaughter.

"Any other way?"

In that brief other thought,

Xenovia circled behind me!

True to a vile villain, backstab season 2...!

Honestly, I messed up. Didn't expect the injured bitch to move that fast.

"Even if the minion's strong, kill the main body!"

"......"

No wound on me. Her arm phased through like a ghost.

What. Am I invincible?

"Wha......!?"

『Immortal Discipline』...

'Such an insane authority...!'

Good. Let's do this!

"Don't kill her. Beat her until she wishes she were dead!!"

Collector-chan moved like lightning.