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[19th Round] Mollanphone

“Its name alone will probably compel people to get up and pray the moment they hear its alarm…”

I put my mollanphone in the “Demon Vault,” which was created through the help of my control over “Space.”

It differed from the “Vault,” which was given as a reward for winning the Festival of Heroes.

It had no restrictions on volume and weight. In addition, it wasn’t a Fantasy skill but my own ability. Hence, even if I changed my body, I wouldn’t lose it.

I could endlessly store as many items as I wanted in it, but unfortunately, they wouldn’t be able to avoid regression.

Regression fell under the jurisdiction of the director’s “Time,” after all.

It didn’t matter how many items I put in this storage. As soon as Hero traveled back in time, objects from Fantasy would immediately return to their original places even if they were in it.

The same applied to products.

If materials from Fantasy were used to create them, they would also be subject to regression.

Hence, only objects and materials originating beyond Fantasy should be stored in it.

That wasn’t possible for the locals born here, but it was possible for me, who received sponsorship from angels.

“You didn’t stay too late this time, cowardly hubby.”

“The safety of my copy is important.”

I left the aristocrat’s body, which served as the Demon Lord’s incarnation, on the Flying Ship Orgat and transferred my mind to a copy.

I immediately felt my strength surge.

After all, despite the fragmentation of my power to accommodate all of my copies, they were still vessels containing my soul.

Incarnations would be no more than incarnations.

I retrieved my mollanphone from the Demon Vault. Of course, it would never go missing in it, but it was never a bad idea to double-check.

“Drug Demon Lord! Did you find yourself a new toy?” The Addicted Spirit, sitting on my head, showed interest in it.

Putting the phone back in the vault, I replied. “This smartphone is made specifically for my needs, which is why it has many different amazing features.”

“Woah! Show me!”

“Later. I need to teach my rude junior a lesson first.”

Having received a good thrashing from Shakespeare and escaping through Lanuvel’s sacrifice, Hero Richel resurfaced after three years.

And he brought many companions with him.

He seemed to have decided to give up trying to defeat the “Supreme Dragon of Oblivion Noebius” and “Phantom King Shakespeare,” considering he headed straight for the Demon Lord instead.

Richel moved as if he had let go of the idea of ​​taking my achievements away.

▶ Appearance: He has already taken one of them, though.

‘What?! Trainee Teacher! How did that happen?’

▶ Explanation: Unfortunately, he surpassed you last year for the “person with the highest monetary bounty in the world of Fantasy” achievement.

… I had such an achievement as well?

I didn’t know about it at all.

After all, I had never met anyone insane enough to hunt the MAX-Class Righteous Hero for a monetary reward.

“You just didn’t know that you met them.”

“Huh? What?”

“You didn’t give the bounty hunters a chance to introduce themselves. You just immediately broke their necks since you didn’t like how they looked at you.”

It wasn’t a big deal, which was why I forgot about it.

In any case, Hero Richel, who managed to take away one of my achievements, was now trying his best to slay me.

I needed to hurry up. Otherwise, the percentages of him winning would increase.

Lord of Legends: Yasuho

Lord of Betrayal: Hanjo

Lord of Death:

Lord of Steel: 2D

It had been four years since their creation, but nobody had been able to break through their line of defenses since they easily eliminated any intruders.

That was how it used to be, at least.

“Lord of Betrayal Hanjo here. They’ve broken through the garden on the first floor, and the thick magical fog is making it hard to track them. I shall stay where I am and guard this place.” Hanjo, who betrayed her race and swore allegiance to the Demon Lord, reported.

Under normal circumstances, she would take to the skies and shoot down the Hero’s companions from a distance. However, she failed miserably today.

Hero Richel gave Magical Fog scrolls to his companions even though they were already masters of stealth.

King of Assassins, Knight of Darkness, King of Rogues.

Based on my first round, those three were good at disguise and camouflage. Hence, leaving them as bait, Richel managed to burst through the garden.

“Legendary Lord Yasuho, reporting in from the dining room on the second floor. They rushed through my defenses like the wind, master, and I couldn’t do anything because of the protection of the Hero’s Divinity.”

That was within my expectations.

Sword Mastery was meant to deal physical damage against opponents.

Under the protection of Divinity, my junior fought Yasuho as his companions ascended to the next floor, then followed suit right after.

Without the Holy Sword, Yasuho would continue to suffer from such tactics.

His wife performed no better.

“Lord of Death Silvaras here! I couldn’t take my eyes off the men that were better looking than my husband, which led to my failure to protect the banquet hall on the third floor… I-I’m s-sorry!”

Was it because she was the pathetic Elf King Elfheim’s younger sister that she lost her mind whenever she was up against pumped-up males?

She wasn’t like that when she was with me, but after leaving my side and reuniting with her husband, she took up her old habits again.

I knew the men who distracted her, too.

Knight King. Mercenary King.

During my first round, among my companions, the Knight King boasted the best defense, and the Mercenary King who went through fire and water had a battle-hardened body.

If Sword King Alex was here now, they could’ve become the Three Musketeers, but he was now in the arms of his wife… the wings of his wife.

“My friend Boris, full of love and hate, won’t last long against them either.”

Once they had broken through the fourth floor, which Boris was responsible for, they would go straight to the fifth, where there was no one waiting for them.

They would then descend upon me.

I hurriedly prepared to greet the guests in a way fitting for the MAX-Class Demon Lord.

“What? Why are you chasing me away?”

“My junior is coming soon. Do you really want to greet them while sitting on my lap?”

“Hehe! You constantly insist that you are a civilized inhabitant, but you’re pretty old-fashioned yourself, cowardly hubby.”

“What?!”

“It’s what’s trending right now. The Demon Lord meeting a squad of heroes with a beautiful woman sitting on his lap has become a standard technique.”

My cowardly wife showed me the smartphone screen.

There was a manga page in which the Demon Lord, looking like a pimp with a naked girl sitting on his lap, met the Hero.

“Isn’t that one for adults?”

“15+.”

“Nonsense! How can that be?”

“The author’s notes even express his surprise about his manga not being intended for people of all ages.”

“He’s just a shameless bastard.”

Regardless, were those types of Demon Lords all the rage right now?

I didn’t like it, but I didn’t want to be seen as an old-fashioned F-Class Demon Lord.

“I’ll hide.”

Until my order, Shadow A herself concealed her presence.

She seemed to have mistaken something.

I had no desire to put the pathetic Elf King’s ex-wife on my lap.

“Niece~ Niece~”

“What? There is nothing indecent about this.”

“That’s not what I mean. You look happy. You even have a huge smile on your face.”

“Stop lying! This is merely an indifferent expression of a proud beauty.”

“Heeheehee!”

“Stop laughing.”

“What do you mean? Like my niece, this is just an indifferent expression. Heeheehee!”

“Auntie!”

Meanwhile, former Prince Boris, now wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt and short shorts instead of a black-and-white maid outfit, with his hands folded under his senselessly large and soft breasts, waited for the Hero’s squad members to finish their conversation.

“Lord of Steel 2D is an android created with the help of science and magic. His skills aren’t high, but don’t forget that he has “Brave.” However, with our individual strengths combined, we’ll definitely be able to defeat him even if our level drops to 1.”

“Sir, I have a question.”

“What is it, Aqua?”

“Can’t we just ignore him this time too?”

“Not this time, no. Based on the information I know, he has no weaknesses. We can only win through numbers and brute force. Don’t worry about it, though. I have prepared a special secret weapon for this!”

God, Boris.

How could he let them do the briefing right under his nose?

By his behavior, Boris resembled the First Hero.

And for this, he would most likely pay.

Defeat and humiliation.

The Golden Golem of the God of War was summoned at the Demon Lord’s castle.

I thought that super robot disappeared along with the 4th curriculum!

It was the most powerful golem created by a wizard who turned the Northern Continent into an eternal battlefield.

And along with it were two more golems, which I saw for the first time.

A white one and a black one.

Both had epaulets on their left shoulders with the image of a “tower with an eye.

It was the symbol of Sage’s Tower, which meant he created them.

“Bloody Sage. This is starting to annoy me.”

The last time I ordered a super robot from him, he made a fragile android girl for me. For Hero Richel, however, he made actual combat robots.

As soon as I saw their powerful arms and legs, I immediately felt the need to add them to my collection.

They wore strong armor, and on their heads were helmets, through which the sparkle of their blue eyes could be seen.

Fuck! Just unbelievable!

How could he make them so cool?!

Agh! Now wasn’t the right time for me to admire them!

As soon as the three golems moved according to my junior’s command, the Demon Lord’s castle shook violently.

“I’m not sure if the castle can withstand this…”

Ssosia tried to dispel my concern.

“Who do you think designed this building, cowardly hubby? Don’t worry. This place is actually stronger than it looks.”

“Well, time to find out if it is.”

Hero Richel prepared well over the past three years, which allowed him to climb here without any losses.

However, I didn’t acknowledge his merits.

This was the first time my junior entered the Demon Lord’s castle, yet he already knew how to defeat all Four Celestial Lords down to the smallest details.

That was simply impossible.

It was as if someone had leaked information to him.

I didn’t even have to think about who would do such a thing.

The faculty members.

I knew they were sneaky bastards ever since they questioned my identity as the MAX-Class Righteous Hero, but now I was convinced that they definitely had no conscience.

“My golems will fight the android!”

“You are incredible, Sir Hero!”

“I pay you my respects, sir.”

“Your skills are impressive…”

The ignorant dummies began to praise him.

I hated it, but I was too busy answering my mother on my mollanphone right now.

⤷Mother: Son, you reply to my messages quicker now. (7:42)

⤷Son: I changed my smartphone to a mollanphone. (7:43)

This invention could even work through space.

⤷Mother: Mollanphone? Is that the smartphone of Fantasy? (7:44)

⤷Son: Something like that, but much cooler. It has a lot of cool built-in functions. (7:45)

⤷Mother: Can it also transform into a robot? (7:46)

⤷Son: Into a robot? (7:47)

Why was she suddenly talking about robots?

⤷Mother: It’s nothing special. It’s just that all smartphones have such a function now. (7:48)

⤷Son: Why would smartphones have such a function? (7:49)

In what situation could one use such a small and easily breakable robot?

Maybe it could feed its owner with popcorn while they’re watching a movie in the theater?

⤷Mother: Sonny. Sorry. (7:50)

⤷Son: Huh? (7:51)

⤷Mother: You’re upset right now, aren’t you? You were probably in a good mood because you changed your old phone to a new one. I’m sorry. (7:52)

⤷Son: It’s all right. (7:53)

⤷Mother: Don’t worry. Mom loves you even if you’re a Fantasy redneck. (7:54)

Son: I love you too. I have guests. I’ll contact you again when I’m free. (7:55)

⤷Mother: Tomorrow morning at 10 o’clock. I need to go to kindergarten school, so I’ll be busy. (7:56)

⤷Son: Okay. (7:57)

… As always, my mom charged her son with the power of love.

“Hey hubby, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

I was waiting for the Hero and his dummies to appear.

‘Honored guests! Take my love!’