Chapter 0139: Fluder, Deploy!
"Platinum Dragon Lord, estimated level above Lv.90, one of the Thirteen Heroes. He backstabbed his fellow Player companions from the group, likely due to fear of their rapid growth. Verdict: Not a good guy."
"Deep Darkness Dragon Lord, estimated level above Lv.90. Has previously annihilated players and in the original storyline possessed one of the supreme world-class items known as the [Twenty]. Current possession status of non-[Twenty] world-class items is unknown. Evaluation: To be safe, bring a world-class item when dealing with him."
"Elder Coffin Dragon King, estimated level above Lv.90. Possesses powerful original magic and can also use tier magic. Suspected to be the culprit behind Evileye of Blue Roses becoming a vampire. Original evaluation states 'virtually impossible to defeat without a world-class item'. Evaluation: A foe requiring caution."
Hayashi sat cross-legged on the carpet, his right hand unconsciously stroking the fur of Sylveon resting its chin on his thigh. He looked down at the documents prepared by Hisako on his lap and mused, "Tsk tsk, so it seems these dragonkin represent the pinnacle of this world's combat strength, huh?"
"Eevee?"
Sylveon, nearly lulled to sleep by Hayashi's soothing strokes, immediately perked up at the mention of "dragon" and let out an excited cry.
Dragon? Where's the dragon!? Don't worry Master, just let me meditate three times and I'll blast those nasty creatures away with one Hyper Beam!
Hearing Sylveon's declaration, Hayashi's expression turned slightly complicated—with Fairy Aura boosting Hyper Beam's STAB bonus, plus the Special Attack boost from triple meditation and fairy-type's advantage against dragon-types, one well-placed Hyper Beam could make Sylveon casually remark, "You owe me a life!" to any dragon-type Pokémon.
But still...
Hayashi burst into laughter as he ruffled Sylveon's head. "Haha, my little sweetheart, your current strength isn't quite enough to one-shot those dragonkin with Hyper Beam yet."
As one of the less combat-oriented members of Hayashi's team, Sylveon's current level barely exceeded forty—enough for casual battles but completely inadequate against dragonkin who surpassed level ninety even in the Overlord universe. Her Hyper Beam would barely qualify as a tickle attack against such foes.
"Wuuu—"
Realizing she was just a powerless weakling, Sylveon immediately flopped back onto Hayashi and lazily used her ribbons to pull his hand back to continue petting her back.
If I can't win, I won't fight. Let Gengar handle it.
"Geehee!?"
The purple puffball emerged from the shadows, scratching her head with a troubled expression as she looked at Hayashi.
I could've helped Master fight before, but now I feel like Master might be stronger than me! Is Gengar becoming obsolete?
Seeing the dejected puffball, Hayashi reached out to rub her soft belly. "Don't worry, Gengar! I'll find ways to help you all get stronger."
The special abilities of the Konosuba world could only be granted to humans, while the game mechanics of the Overlord world would inevitably transform players into their in-game characters after crossing over—Hayashi, Hisako, Erina, and Yunyun were already human, so they didn't have to worry. However, the game didn't have the Pokémon race, and they certainly didn't want to turn into other creatures, so they had to reluctantly give up this opportunity for enhancement.
"Gahahaha!"
Gengar grinned as it rubbed its own head.
Ah, it's no big deal! If I can't get stronger, then I'll just be master's summer air conditioner! Ehehe!
"Hey, why are you the one comforting me now?" Hayashi pinched Gengar's cheeks and said, "I told you I'd find a way to make you stronger, and I will! Don't you believe me?"
"Gahaha—"
Gengar endured the cheek-pulling with an innocent expression and quickly assured him: I believe you, I believe you, okay?
"That's more like it—"
Hayashi chuckled and leaned back against Arcanine behind him, muttering, "Right now, we should focus on how to deal with the Dragon Lords."
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"Young master, have you come up with a plan?"
When Hisako saw Hayashi step out of the room, she immediately walked up to him with a smile and said, "Also, the Empire has started making moves—the Bloody Emperor couldn't sit still any longer and is preparing to dispatch Fluder, who can use sixth-tier magic."
"Honestly, I admire that emperor," Hayashi clicked his tongue. "If not for the players interfering, he'd probably have the protagonist's script."
"Sadly, there's no 'if.'"
"True." Hayashi nodded and handed Hisako the compiled documents on the Dragon Lords. "There's basically no hope for reconciliation with troublemakers like the Dragon Lords—let the Floor Guardians gear up and play the role of dragon slayers for once."
"Have the Floor Guardians take action? I thought you'd handle it yourself, young master."
"Nah, the strength of those Dragon Lords is practically negligible in our eyes. Might as well let the Guardians get some experience." Hayashi waved his hand dismissively. "Oh right, have Heathcliff join in too—he's still a noob after all."
"Cough—"
Hisako choked at Hayashi's attitude. She was about to advise him not to be so overconfident—after all, Heathcliff was a max-level player decked out in divine gear—but then she remembered how Heathcliff, fully equipped, had been juggled in midair by a bare-handed Hayashi, nearly having his strongest defense broken. The words died in her throat.
Well, when you put it that way, Heathcliff did seem a little… weak?
Never mind, then.
"First, have Violet continue manufacturing mechanical mosquitoes to scour the world for traces of the Dragon Lords. Once found…"
"Assign the Platinum Dragon Lord to Heathcliff, Kayle, and Morgana."
"The Deep Darkness Dragon Lord goes to Ahri, Rakan, and Violet."
"Let the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord face Shyvana and the three Star Sisters."
"Understood!"
"And then, send Yunyun to the battlefield—I want to see Fluder prostrating himself before the Sky Castle by tomorrow."
"Roger that!"
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After Hayashi issued the command, Violet's mechanical factory, which had just come to a halt, resumed full-speed operation once more. Swarm after swarm of mechanical mosquitoes emerged from the nests manufactured by the factory, buzzing as they dispersed in all directions—from a distance, it looked like dark clouds drifting out from the floating city.
These mechanical mosquitoes would spread across every corner of the world, searching for traces of the True Dragonkin. Once discovered, they would relay the information back to the floating city, prompting the Guardians to mobilize—striving to become dragon-slaying heroes in another world. By the way, every part of a dragon was valuable, especially that whip—if used to brew liquor, no tiger-penis wine could compare…
Ahem!
While the mosquito army scoured the world for signs of the Dragonkin, the "border war between the Holy Kingdom and the Empire"—which had drawn the attention of both Hayashi and the kingdom—finally reached the brink of eruption.
"Old man, I leave everything to you."
The Bloody Emperor personally arrived at the edge of the battlefield, speaking solemnly to the old man.
"Don't worry." The old man gazed affectionately at the blond boy he had watched grow from a brat running around in open-crotch pants, wielding a stick topped with poop, into the emperor he was today. He said softly, "This old man will surely bring you victory!"
Don't ask why this old man is so confident. If you must ask, it's because he can wield sixth-tier magic—sixth-tier, understand? If you don't, no worries, just bow in reverence!
Fluder swaggered into the air, then gracefully flew toward the center of the battlefield, staff in hand. He stopped at the forefront of the imperial army, smirking as he observed the twenty Radiant Seraphim ahead. He muttered to himself, "The Theocracy is truly extravagant. Maintaining twenty Radiant Seraphim must cost a fortune daily, no?"
Unfortunately, the Radiant Seraphim weren't true angels but angel-type monsters. Lacking intelligence, they could only mechanically carry out their summoner's orders, so they couldn't respond to Fluder's inquiry.
"Hmm, still not attacking? Are they set to area defense?" Fluder stroked his beard, pondering. With a flick of his staff, a stone rose from the ground, hovering before him before he sent it flying toward the open space ahead.
One meter, two meters, ten meters, twenty meters…
When the stone was about thirty meters away from Fluder—within fifty meters of the Theocracy's border—a golden beam shot from the scepter of one Radiant Seraph, shattering the stone with a bang.
"So it's passive area defense? But why set it up like this? What's the point—" Fluder was puzzled. In his view, the Radiant Seraphim's current setup was purely defensive. As long as the imperial army didn't advance, nothing would happen. But that was the oddity—if you could control so many Radiant Seraphim, why not just push forward with an overwhelming force? Why play defensive?
It made no sense. None at all.
It was like transforming into Ultraman only to stand there blocking attacks—why not just fly into space and blow up the Sphiga base while the newbie protection period lasted?
"If it's area defense, will it react to ranged attacks?" Fluder chuckled. Slowly raising his staff, he murmured, "Fifth-tier magic: Dragon Lightning—"
The next moment, a bolt of white lightning shaped like a dragon shot from his staff, streaking toward the head of the Radiant Seraph ahead. In response, the angel raised its scepter, firing a golden beam to intercept.
This time, I won't let you hit so easily…
Fluder deftly manipulated the lightning dragon's trajectory, evading the beam before striking the Radiant Seraph's head.