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Prologue: The Strange Book Says to
Defeat Evil
Translator : PolterGlast
In short, the Strange Tome read as follows:
“To Ashley, the Seventh Son of the Emperor: If you
desire a future, dirty your own hands. Become both judge and executioner
yourself. Slaughter evil. Carry out the justice you believe in. Continue your
insatiable challenge.”
As a self-proclaimed bookworm, I guarantee it: this is a
genuine Strange Tome. It was like a workbook packed with assignments,
but its contents were far from sanity.
To use terms from another world, if you were to casually
flip through the thin pages of this Bunko paperback, countless
unreasonable demands would appear along with the fragrant scent of ink.
Furthermore, the book emitted a faint glow even in the dark night, silently
asserting itself to the reader. I looked over it one more time.
— Purge —
- 【Bury 1 Villain】
- Completion
Reward: EXP 200 / Shovel LV
+1
- “Put
an end to the breath of evil. Acquire the courage to execute justice.”
Unbelievable. This is nothing but incitement to murder...
But what is even worse is the reality that I am about to put it into action. It
cannot be avoided anymore. I have decided to do it.
That is why I chose this moonless dark night. Hiding in a
back alley of the Imperial Capital's entertainment district with my Shovel,
I simply waited quietly for my target. An evil that deserved to be condemned.
“Hey, you beggar bastard... Oi! I'm talking to you!
Come on, I'll give you something good, turn this way!”
...He took the bait. Unfortunately, the target had taken the
bait. In the darkness, a dull-colored knife was thrust at me, faintly
reflecting the pale light.
This guy's name is Dags, a cold-blooded highwayman
who parasitizes the people of the Imperial Capital. What a fool. Being
threatened like this actually causes my remaining guilt and hesitation to fade
away.
“That's a nice knife. But unfortunately, I'm completely
hopeless with blades...” “Hah...? You... are pretty slow in the head, aren't
you? Just take off your clothes, and those shoes too, if you don't want to
die—”
“Ah, I know what comes next. Hand over everything I have to Dags-sama,
right?” “Yo-You bastard...! My name... are you the Military Police!?”
This man is the worst. Even if I complied with his demands,
the ending would be the same: kill the victim to silence them, strip them bare,
and take everything. He is a crazy abnormal who cannot understand the risk of
piling up murders in the Imperial Capital.
Incidentally, in the world within the book from another
dimension, this type of person is called a Serial Killer. A definition
that doesn't exist in this world.
“No, you're wrong. I'm bad with swords and spears, and of
course, I have zero talent for that knife of yours; I'm quite troubled by it.”
“You weird bastard... No, just strip everything, if you don't want to die.”
“Why don't you run away? You seem to have bought
quite a lot of grudges.” “Don't talk stupid! There's no way a greenhorn like
you could beat Dags-sama, you piece of shit!”
Reality differs from books. Villains in reality are
short-tempered and fickle, and they especially love surprise attacks. The dull
knife was pulled back slightly, then immediately thrust out, aiming for my
stomach.
A hard sound rang out on my stomach—no, upon the brick
paving stone I had concealed. The paved road here was in the way of burying a
villain, you see. I took some distance from Dags the highwayman and
provoked him just in case, to ensure he wouldn't run.
“One-pattern trick, huh? Is that how you killed only old
people and children by surprise? You coward.” “Then you! I'm gonna kill you
right now!!”
“That won't happen.” “Don't get cocky, brat! I'll torture
you slowly so you don't die—”
Dags's bravado
didn't last. That was because a misfortune he never imagined occurred. On the
stone pavement of the dark back alley, a large hole deeper than a person's
height had been dug by someone. Dags, having fallen into it, groaned and
held his injured leg.
“Ugh... Wh-What is this!?” “It's your grave. A man whose
mother you killed, a mother whose child you killed—they were weeping, wishing
for your death.”
I am hopeless with swords and spears. But I have pride in my
handling of a Shovel. As you guessed, I dug this hole. And now,
following the demands of that book, I will bury Dags the highwayman. I
have steeled myself, so I executed it.
“N-No way... Wait, wait, cough cough, what are you
doing!? D-Don't bury me! Me! S-St-Stop! Stop it! Stop iiit!! Hii! Y-You,
m-monster!?” “Curse if you want to curse, from the bottom of a hole in the
entertainment district where no one will notice.”
Leave the handling of a Shovel to me. In just over
ten seconds, his curses and pleas, everything, disappeared into the underground
of the Imperial Capital. I have no intention of pretending to be justice
at this point. In fact, the creature known as 'me' was a monster after all.
Born as the Seventh Son of the Emperor, my birth was
never celebrated. Because I was born with Dragon Eyes and a White Arm.
In other words, a monster just ate a monster; it has nothing to do with those
born normally.
“Dags the highwayman, you were much more of a
monster...”
Perhaps because his breath finally stopped, the book in
question began to emit a pale light. I opened the small book with one hand and
looked down at the previous page.
— Purge —
- 【Bury 1 Villain】 (Completed)
- Completion
Reward: EXP 200 / Shovel LV
+1 (Received)
- “Child
of the Emperor with Dragon Eyes, that was splendid.”
The light emitted by the book flowed through my whole body
and eventually vanished. Not only that, the information on the fourth page was
replaced by a strange power, and a new objective was presented.
— Purge —
- 【Bury 3 Villains】
- Completion
Reward: EXP 500 / Shovel LV
+1
- “You
are strong. Go further down the path you believe in, endlessly with me.”
This thing is crazy. The book whispered to me to slaughter
more of them. The so-called Tome of the Evil Dragon I received from Evil
Dragon Zirant was wishing for a self-righteous justice from me.
“I see...”
I decided to test out what this Shovel LV +1 reward
actually was. I thrust the tip of the large excavation Shovel into the
stone pavement that shouldn't be diggable.
Crunch... with a
hard sound, my Shovel cut through the brick easily, like soft clay. This
is amazing. My hobby of excavating ruins seems like it will progress even
further.
Evil Dragon Zirant, I suppose I will make the most of your power as well. Just so this deformed Prince, who doesn't know when he might be assassinated, can continue to live in this world.
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