Chapter 138: Complete Defeat (2)

There is a reason. A reason he went out of his way to find delinquent students on Earth, guys who hold a grudge against me, and even applied enchant one by one.

With this kind of bunch, how on earth will he defeat me.

"...No way."

No, wrong!

In the first place Alter is not a character who fights head-on...!

"...As I thought this side’s technology is wonderful. Even though it is palm-sized, it can record and also transmit."

He probably stole it from someone. While playing with a phone in his palm Alter laughed with satisfaction.

Already the match is decided. That kind of way.

Bad, this is bad, it is not a dimension of winning or losing...!?

For me defeating ordinary humans is easy. But what will humans who see the recorded footage think?

A guy naming himself Vigilante and fighting together with Sacred is attacking humans in a place not seen by people, will they not think that?

Therefore I absolutely cannot choose that means. My own bad reputation is nothing, but the trust of the Sacred who believe in me and fight together could collapse.

Then flee? That is also impossible.

Alter will never chase. Because that side is more convenient.

If he records footage of Alter massacring the bunch who tried to attack me and streams it on the net... a picture of a Vigilante who leaves ordinary humans about to be killed and flees gets taken.

Either way the trust of Vigilante Atel Octo built from spring collapses, and in a chain the credit of the Sacred who trusted the likes of me also collapses.

Of course if I think trust I do not care and hit back it becomes however.

But what passes through my mind is Sacred Saber’s face that saved me in April and smiled looking truly happy.

Will I, the likes of me, smear mud on what that guy has piled up?

That is far far more frightening than being defeated. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"What is it? You have pride, right. Show resistance as you like, Vigilante."

"Ku... so...!"

Ah, that is right, the protagonist named Alter Native was a guy who corners this way...!

Without fighting head-on he gathers the opponent’s information, corners them so they cannot fight properly, and frame-kills them.

I became unable to move like a winged insect twined in a spider’s nest.

Ah, I see.

I, from the point I was twined in threads and fell here, became a winged insect caught in a spider’s nest.

"For real! For real this guy stopped moving! Hahaha. Haa!"

"...!"

A metal bat is slammed onto the top of my head.

My brain is shaken. Dull pain pierces my body. Damage accumulates.

Of course even if they hit with full power the damage is slight. But in the current state where both counterattack and flight are sealed, that was equal to a death sentence toward me.

"I will not let a counterattack or an awakening from adversity. Be toyed with and killed cleanly, Vigilante."

’I will not let a counterattack or an awakening from adversity. Be defiled cleanly, Sacred.’

Mixed into the intermittent hitting sounds, Alter’s words and words Alter said in the original overlapped.

That is proof of defeat in combat.

I, the same as the original girls, had defeat decided.

A metal bat full-swings and hits the top of my head. My vision sways gurari.

Pain is not that much. Impact too.

But since no breakthrough measure comes to mind at all, there cannot possibly be something I can do.

Ah, that is right.

I, Vigilante Atel Octo, was defeated by the original protagonist.

Without being able to overturn even one thing, plainly, as if it is natural.

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"...As I thought it became this way."

A building existing in the shopping street. Its rooftop.

A Magician Diabolic in an apron dress sitting on the safety fence. The girl naming herself Nezumi-san muttered plainly, yet faintly regrettably.

"Certainly now it differs from the original, and Alter-san was defeated in the first fight. From the point he faced ’that world’s soul,’ what can be called protagonist correction probably vanished at the April point."

This world whose large-frame flow is already decided, but from him observing the world started branching.

The original protagonist was defeated, and the Sacred who originally by this point should have been defeated many times and violated many times keep grasping victory.

So is it already fine? Did he surpass the original protagonist?

No.

"But an existence called a protagonist is not able to be active because they are the protagonist. They are called a protagonist because they have the power to pull the story."

If this had been a story like an ordinary me got involved in a fight, there was also a possibility the protagonist dies before putting out his own strengths.

If a strong enemy comes to crush him before he grows and fully participates in the story, the still-weak protagonist dies anticlimactically.

But the man named Alter Native is an existence who has kept storing power from before the original start.

An existence who surged from the bottom, and in the previous work he also obtained experience against Sacred.

Though the start dash was obstructed, his accumulation was not something that returns to nothing from only one defeat.

That Nezumi-san did not cooperate with Senjumaru is in other words that.

From the point they could not kill Alter in the first fight, both Senjumaru and the Sacred are checkmated.

Senjumaru’s own low specs, shallowness of thought and such do not matter. Since they let him go at the first move, Alter stores power in the other world Remora until he finds a winning path, and the Sacred have no method to charge into Remora.

The April school raid. If they had been able to erase Alter there the story would have been different.

Of course other Magician Diabolics would have come to Earth as successors, but they do not see the Sacred as a threat as much as Alter, so they should have been able to defeat them one by one.

But that is only what-if talk.

Vigilante Atel Octo and the Sacred, contrary to her prediction, will be defeated.

"Even so I had a little expectation."

After all they defeated that Beast King of Brute Strength, Gain Perim.

At the result of dropping the strongest Magician Diabolic among the queen’s close aides at high speed, even if a little, I ended up seeing a dream.

But a dream is a dream. Eventually it wakes.

"...Either way this is the end. It is regrettable but from here I sell flattery to Alter-san. Oya?"

Suddenly a mouse ran up to her feet.

Her son, an existence scattered through town gathering information, a spy-like role so to speak.

Hearing a chii-chii cry Nezumi-san knitted her brows suspiciously.

"...Rescue to Knight? That mob person?"

That.

In the original a person labeled Male Student A.

No standing picture and no voice. An existence who only puts his body on the line to protect a female student, yet dies anticlimactically.

Being that kind of person Nezumi-san had not regarded him as important.

Whether he lives or dies does not matter, that kind of person.

"Why report that kind of thing one by one. Eh?"

In that instant.

Nezumi-san’s face twisted with astonishment.