Chapter 2
Even though the demon tried to snap the holy sword in half—
he ended up hurting himself instead.
“Impressive…
It seems this world does have a few threats worth noting.”
Apparently giving up, the demon tossed the sword aside with a flick of his wrist.
(Huh? What just happened?)
(Pretty sure that was self-damage, LOL)
(Serves him right for showing off)
(Now’s your chance, Hero! Finish him!)
(But he doesn’t have a weapon! What’s he gonna do?!)
(Forget that—Tank and the Mage Girl, are they alive?!)
(No way… I know a bit of medicine, but from that condition… it’s just a matter of time.)
(Don’t say hopeless things, man!)
(If they get them out right now, maybe they can save their lives!)
(Please… someone save my granddaughter! I’ll pay any price—take my life if you must, just save her!)
Comments streamed endlessly as the world watched.
“Run! At least you escape!”
the Hero shouted.
“Eh?” the Saint blinked, stunned.
“I’m sorry… but I can’t let the girl I love die.
I’ll buy you some time until the teleport activates… so go!”
Teleportation required a teleport stone and a clear mental image of the destination.
Even skilled users needed at least two or three seconds of total concentration to complete the image link.
In this chaos, it would take even longer.
Then, suddenly—
the childhood friend Hero confessed his feelings to the Saint.
But—
“Oh no, I won’t let you escape. Fufufu…”
The demon’s leg, which had been blown off by his own attack, began to regenerate.
Apparently, he had regenerative powers.
“GROOOAAAHHHH!”
The demon roared, his body swelling to over three meters tall.
“Hmm. I underestimated you earlier.
But now… I’ll use my full power.”
He had transformed.
Even without him saying it, the pressure made it clear.
It wasn’t the same level anymore.
The air itself trembled.
The Hero and the Saint both went pale with despair.
They couldn’t move—couldn’t even breathe.
The pressure alone froze them in place.
It was obvious—
this demon was from another dimension of strength.
The Hero, standing in front, took the full brunt of the force.
“Aaaaaaaghhh!!”
He screamed, half-crazed, lost control of his body,
and collapsed, foaming at the mouth—unconscious.
No one blamed him.
Even the viewers knew—
the Hero was a good man.
He had told her to run.
He had done all he could.
The Saint began to cry.
“Help me… please… someone…”
Her trembling voice was broadcast live to millions through the drone.
(This is real, right…?)
(Maybe this really is the end of the world…)
(So demons can come out of dungeons after all…)
(This is how the world ends, huh…)
(Please, someone… save my granddaughter…)
(Save my daughter…)
Despair spread across the world.
“With this much progress, even the Demon King will be pleased.
Now I shall lead our army to conquer this planet!
They may have called me the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings,
but that reputation ends today!
Aaaahahahaha!!”
The demon’s laughter echoed through the dungeon.
Tears streamed down the Saint’s face.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
They’d defeated the boss—
they were supposed to return in triumph, smiling and waving.
But now, only she remained conscious.
She looked around at the bodies of her fallen friends.
Her eyes were hollow, her voice barely a whisper.
“Papa… Mama… I’m sorry.”
She sat slumped on the floor.
Then—
she stood up.
Her legs trembled violently, barely holding her weight.
Her face was a mess of tears and snot.
“Oh?”
The demon, still basking in his arrogance, noticed her.
She was a Saint—a healer, a buffer.
She had no offensive power.
No weapon.
Yet—she clenched her fist.
“I won’t forgive you…”
The small, shaking words made the demon burst out laughing.
“Ahahaha! You intend to fight me?
You don’t even know the difference in our strength.
You’ll probably die from my killing intent alone!”
“Even so! I’ll struggle until the very end!
The whole world is watching!
Maybe not now—but someday… someday humanity will rise up together
and fight against calamity!
That’s why this is my last stand—
to entrust our future to everyone watching this stream… to the world!”
(I can’t see through my tears…)
(You’re amazing, Saint!)
(I’ll fight too, no matter how small my power is!)
(If the whole world unites…)
(Please, just run…)
(Don’t die, I’m begging you!)
To anyone else, she probably looked like a lunatic—
a martyr walking to her own death.
Of course she wanted to run.
But she couldn’t abandon her friends—
the ones who’d fought beside her through life and death.
If she ran, they’d scold her in heaven, saying,
“Why didn’t you escape when you could, idiot?”
She had already apologized to her parents.
Her resolve was unshakable.
“The rest… I leave to you, people of the world!”
She clenched her tiny fist.
“Here I come!!!”
She charged at the demon.
Her only weapon—her frail human hands.
(Stop!!)
(I can’t watch this…)
(Please, that’s enough…)
(I’m logging off…)
“Perish!”
The demon lazily raised his hand, releasing a wave of blue flame—
And then—
A blinding light filled the entire dungeon.
BOOOOM!!!
The ground shook violently, like an earthquake rocking the world.
The sound echoed—not just through the dungeon, not just Japan—
but across the entire world.
From within the light, a figure descended—
encased in jet-black full plate armor, dark yet gleaming like a mirror,
terrifying and beautiful at once.
The figure landed gently,
and spoke in a calm, deep voice—
“How beautiful.”
He was looking straight at the Saint.
