Chapter 1
Five rules.
Rule 1: Don't mess around.
Rule 2: Don't act cocky.
Rule 3: If it's too strong, bail.
Rule 4: Stay the hell away from the Northern Grand Duchess or the Imperial Princess. You could really get fucked.
Rule 5: Got it? Then live quietly.
Crunch. The paper crumpled right then and there.
"...Fuck."
The young man muttered while staring at his sworn survival manual.
"Couldn't keep a single one. Then why the hell did I even write it?"
That was the biggest mystery about himself.
"Ma-mage!"
A knight rushed up in a panic. The young man scowled at the sight.
"What."
"Th-the demons ahead...!"
At the tip of his pointing finger, demons swarmed forward in a dense horde. A packed cluster. In that moment, as everyone froze in terror at the sheer scale of it...
"...Sigh."
The young man swung the World Tree Relic wooden staff Mk3 in his hand.
And then.
Woooong—!!!
A massive meteor began plummeting from the sky.
"Gasp... H-huff!"
"Th-that...!!!"
The humans below recoiled in horror at the monstrous sight. It defied all reason.
As he unleashed that absurd meteor, the young man muttered flatly.
"Take a taste of Meteor, you fucking mutts."
This shitty romance fantasy world.
I wish it would all just go to hell.
The Northern genius mage always harbored such a wish.