Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

A voice from behind wraps around my body.

The sensation that I had felt endlessly since falling into this world.

The feeling that made me shiver every time I entered the dungeon.

The unpleasantness that became much more intense the moment the evil god of the end intervened, now presses heavily around me.

It’s hard to even imagine moving my body.

It's as if I've been suddenly thrown into the deep sea, my physical movements unnatural, it's hard to breathe, and my legs tremble under the weight I feel on my shoulders.

"Really, thank you. Apostle of the Lord. If my foolish apostle's plan succeeds, I would have been in quite a dilemma myself."@@novelbin@@

I barely manage to endure the pressure, but the sensation of being tapped on the shoulder causes me to collapse.

I couldn’t bear the very existence behind me.

This doesn’t make sense.

There’s no way the difference could be this great, right?

How is the evil god of the end, who lost most of his power when the age of myth began, still wielding this much power?

I continue to feel cold sweat flowing, turning my gaze to the surroundings.

There was no real difference with others.

My friends. The human army that stood at the frontlines. And the monsters that faced them.

All were bowing their heads before a single being.