This Is Actually Really Good

I hadn't cleared a game that no one could clear.

I hadn't searched for hidden dungeons in the game either.

Nor had I sent a meticulously crafted 5,700-character letter to the developer for some reason.

What I had done was simply enjoy the game with pure enthusiasm, even writing guides to keep it wholesome.

But my passion didn't match the reaction. After all, it was only the people I always saw, so they probably thought it was just a veteran's nonsense.

"This is really good..."

'Savior Hero of Rubelion.'

Shortened to Rubelion's Savior Hero.

It had some popularity for about a year after launch.

More than thrilling adventures, emotional stories, and beautiful landscapes...

It was because of things like beautiful human girls! Elf girls! Animal girls!

Well, I started for the same reason, so I suppose one character design is fine.

But that was it.

The problems were many, but first of all, the final boss of the game, the Demon God, was just too strong.

It was at the level where it might be better to rename the game 'The Demon God Is Too Strong' or something like that.

It was a familiar pattern I'd seen many times before.

At first, everyone was excited about the fact that there was a boss no one could defeat.

Some claimed they were going to this other world first or something.

So, for a year, two years. Every time the year changed, users dropped off, and eventually it ended up like this.

I was sincere about clearing it once, but I couldn't clear it, and...

'Now it's really dangerous.'

The biggest problem was that the developer had died after launch or that there hadn't been a single update in five consecutive years.

Even if it was a bug, fix it.

That's why people all ran away.

Even though it was a dying game like this, the time I'd spent on it felt precious, and somehow I had developed a strange attachment, so I was still playing.

But...

So what now? × 5 years.

The thing I thought of there was the method of training Sapha.

Amazing!

Finally!

It was fun!

At first I started it half-jokingly, but every time I killed a monster, there was a thrill that was different from normal characters.

'Wow, this actually works?'

'This much damage here?'

The joy of creating my own character in a way that others don't. Isn't this true end content?

Just like any other magician, when mana runs out, a crisis is inevitable. But physical magicians ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are a little different. The moment a physical magician's mana runs out, the fear that the boss monster you've worked hard to catch suddenly appears on the second page...

Today, I posted a guide again. I don't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠care if there are hateful comments. Why, didn't the famous painter get recognized only after he died?

Of course, it's not that I want to be recognized even in death.

But unlike usual, one post had appeared.

And in it, there was a single photo of hitting a slime with a staff.

"......"

For a few seconds, I stared blankly at the screen, unable to understand the situation.

And the moment I came to my senses, I quickly replied with a comment.

How many newbies was this?

Two years? Three years?

More importantly, the fact that this newbie was hitting a slime with a staff.

Wah! This was really not something I could ignore.

I knew that too. Honestly, it wasn't the best method for newbies, but...

You ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were the one who started it first.

A little while later, an authentication photo of hitting a slime with a staff appeared.

It seemed like the first person to understand my philosophy had appeared.

Ah, a ray of hope was finally falling on this barren land.

And I wrote a reply.

To not trample on the dreams of this peculiar young sprout.

To let them know that the guide I wrote wasn't just empty talk...

I wrote it.

.

.

.

[Then try it.]

"?"

The last sentence that appeared on the screen made me dazed for a moment, and suddenly my vision went dark.

"Shit."

That was it.

'I know that name.'

Transmigrated as a third-rate troublemaker. In a way, it was the standard.

The problem was the unique traits.

Third-Rate, King of Unorthodox.

Normally, I hadn't seen cases where there were two unique traits. It seemed like Third-Rate was the original trait, and the rest was mine?

But it didn't look good at all.

[You cannot grow beyond third-rate. You cannot join a party unless it contains at least one member with a non-standard class, excluding yourself.]

What was this.

Unique traits were special abilities obtained at the start.

They became the blood and flesh of the character.

More important than customization were unique traits. Even if Third-Rate was fine, King of Unorthodox...

'No merit, though?'

King of Unorthodox.

The name itself was suspicious.

I wasn't the kind of person who would become a king.

[Do you wish to recall the memories of the transmigrated body?]

[Yes.]

In an instant, unfamiliar yet familiar memories poured into my head.

Rian Marque.

The second son of the Marque Count family.

Age: fifteen.

A noble kid facing academy entrance in three years.

A carefree young master who acted as he pleased with the servants and had given up on swordsmanship and magic.

"......"

And the third-rate villain who provoked the protagonist in the early game and got bullied.

What happened after that, no one knew. There was no other appearance.

It was just an extra character that was written and discarded once.

And what did that mean?

Wow, this is crazy. It's fine if one person is missing, right?

With these traits, what could I even do?

Yeah yeah, run away to the end of the world, Demon God or whatever, and enjoy a happy isekai life.

As a noble, I had money.

I had status.

I would quietly live. Eat delicious food, sleep in a nice house, and occasionally meet pretty girls.

Peacefully.

Very peacefully.

"A perfect plan?"

Hestia was squatting with her legs pulled in.

"Again failure..."

At the end of her gaze was the black continent.

A world where countless people had once laughed and cried.

How many times was this now?

Hestia quietly closed her eyes.

'Hestia, that world has ended. It only eats divine power?'

'You'll become dangerous too.'

Other gods had abandoned the world long ago.

But Hestia refused to give up hope no matter how much her divine power ran out.

She had been looking for a way to rewind the world and save it.

To test possibilities, she created a simulation on famous Earth.

At first, many challengers appeared, and Hestia discovered new possibilities within it.

But in the end, no one saved the world, even on Earth, even in the simulation.

Now, the remaining players were extremely few.

Hestia shifted her gaze.

The post title.

"......"

Every time I saw it, a burning feeling rose from the depths of my chest. The world was going to ruin, but this human kept researching weird things all the time.

Was he not going to use even a little of that passion for clearing?

There were over twenty posts written under the guise of guides. All of them created bizarre jobs that no one had ever seen before.

Even the posts I wrote before. Why combine dealer and healer? It was either dealer or healer.

If this continued, a new hope that might come could be deceived by these fake posts and go down the wrong path.

"...That's not it."

After all, no new players had appeared for several years now.

"......"

Hestia slyly avoided her gaze.

Her community nickname.

No special thought.

Just.

She was tired.

Thinking about fighting this lonely battle alone, she wanted to talk to a human on the same line.

She might give normal advice to someone who had just started.

But that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠human...

Without any hesitation, he replied with a comment.

-Yes! That's right!

"......"

-Originally, it's a bit tough in the beginning, but it's really good in the latter half.

"...He went crazy."

Hestia laughed at the absurdity.

After thinking for a moment, she really tried hitting a slime with a staff.

It took a long time, but the slime died.

That made her even more irritated, so she asked again.

-If I do well, I might be able to clear the game?

A little while later.

A reply was posted.

-Of course!

Hestia stared at the comment quietly. Did he really believe it was possible? Or was it just bravado?

"Haa, then try it. Please..."

At that moment.

Hestia felt her divine power drain greatly.

"Eh?"

"That wasn't what I meant, though?"