The alchemist watched everything he had conjured crumble away.
The various potions he scattered were dispersed by the divine power, burned away by the magic wielded by the mage.
The many creations he summoned were torn apart by the weapons before them.
The tentacles he extended burst under the blow of a blunt weapon.
The alchemist couldn’t believe the reality he was facing.
It had been less than two years. Since he had missed that damn little brat, only this much ti had passed.
But to think that in such a short ti, they could have beco this strong—was that even possible?
This couldn’t be described simply with the word talent!
How could the dumb little brat, who couldn’t even wield their own weapon properly, beco like this?!
Amidst the approaching group, the alchemist saw the divine power that guarded Lucy.
A light warr than the sun.
Now that he thought about it, the reason he hadn’t captured that brat that day must have been due to divine intervention.
Because of the miracle, he had been forced to spare that brat and preserve his life.
So, is it true? Was that brat chosen by the gods? Was she chosen to oppose the power of the evil god?
It wasn’t just a whim. Was it a divine selection?
Damn it.
Yeah. I should have noticed then.
When soone who had lost most of their power intervened before the evil god, I should have sensed it.
Ah.
No.
No.
Great god, please don’t abandon .
Please. Don’t leave , this ignorant and foolish one, behind.
I dedicated my life to you. I gave you everything I had.
I devoted my life to you! Agra!
Pay the price for my devotion!
Help so that my life, my research can continue!
As the alchemist desperately flailed against the approaching figures, he felt a gaze from the darkness ahead.
Great god.
Foolish thing.
...What?
Do you still not realize you’ve outlived your usefulness?
Outlived my usefulness? How can that be? I still have so much left to do. I have so many things left to create.
How?
How?
How?!
Disappear. You are useless.
The alchemist stared blankly at the darkness where the gaze had vanished, letting out a hollow laugh.
"Heh."
I’ll curse you.
"Hahahaha."
I’ll curse you even if I fall into hell.
"Hahahahahaha!"
I’ll wait for you to fall again, deep, deep into the abyss.
Definitely. Definitely!
"Ugh ♡ Why are you laughing? ♡ Are you excited about getting hit? ♡ I really don’t want to touch you, you’re disgusting ♡."
Startled, the alchemist lowered his head and t the mocking face of the young girl, focusing more intensely on his eyes.
"...I’ll make sure to kill you myself!"
"Puhahaha ♡ You’re mad ♡ You’re mad ♡ You’re old enough to be mature but still so impatient ♡ Wasn’t it always a short fuse before you got your junk to rot? ♡ I wonder if you could even last 3 seconds ♡."
After all the futile struggling, as the alchemist’s body crumbled and scattered, I stretched.
Ah.
I feel a little better after venting all that frustration on this jerk. It really is the best to hit a punching bag when you're angry.
‘I didn’t an it! It’s because of the blessing, I had no choice.’
‘...Well, at least it worked, so it’s fine!’
The enemies who took the bait were all focused on !
I was just doing my job as a tank! I never did anything weird!
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