Chapter 17: Tournament Ceremony

One week had passed since Allen had lost to Helmios. With the tournament over, Allen had gone back to attending classes as normal, but the rest of the students’ attitudes toward him had changed. Some were now scared and no longer talked to him, but far more now actively approached him. In this world where strength was justice, being able to go toe-to-toe with the Hero meant a lot.

Strangely, there had been no ceremony after the tournament. Normally, there would be one to applaud not only the champion, but all the contestants who managed to get into the top sixteen slots. Members of royalty and nobility would be invited, as would the foreign dignitaries in town. This was basically an occasion for these power brokers to recruit promising students to enter their service after returning from the battlefield. Krena had been approached by many nobles the previous year, but she had turned them all down, saying that she had a party to go home to.

Why was there no ceremony held this year? As it turned out, it was because Allen had gone and overdone it in his match with Helmios. Afterward, all the foreign dignitaries who had been present later swarmed the Academy, demanding explanation. Questions including “Who was that boy?” and “Why has Ratash kept him secret all this time?” were accompanied by reminders that “the Five Continent Alliance stipulates that all countries are to report whenever anyone more powerful than a Sword Lord is born.” Each dignitary represented their own country in place of their respective heads of state, so neither Ratash nor the Academy could dismiss them out of hand. The royal palace of Ratash was naturally thrown into an enormous uproar. The ceremony was the furthest thing from everyone’s mind.

Rifol had told Allen about the state of affairs in the palace, leaving him marveling at the other boy’s information network once again. In any case, since so many countries were keeping a close watch on Ratash’s next move, it was decided that the ceremony would be held at a later date.

After hearing everything, Allen only replied with a simple, “Okay.” He had already accomplished his goal of obtaining an MP Recovery Ring, so he honestly could not care less about any of the politics. For him, this was an issue that was already over.

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After a significant delay, the date of the ceremony was finally decided. It would be held at one of the most prominent inns in Academy City. On the day of the ceremony, Allen and Krena left school early and made their way over.

Oh, it’s the same one that Viscount Granvelle and I went to last year for that dinner with the crown prince. Does the crown prince stay here every time?

When the two of them walked in, they were led to a waiting room where they found the other finalist students waiting for the ceremony to start. Everyone greeted the two of them with great respect—even the third-year students.

Soon enough, an official in charge of the ceremony walked in. After confirming that everyone was present, he proceeded to explain how the night would proceed. He also gave them a few warnings, such as to not look directly at the crown prince and to not reply to anyone in a loud voice. It was expressly forbidden to bring any weapons into the ceremony hall, so all the students were subjected to a pat down to confirm that they were not carrying any concealed weapons. For some reason, two people were assigned to check Allen. The explanation and warnings continued on and on for another while, leaving some of the students quite nervous and frightened.

Finally, the official ended his speech, saying, “The ceremony will begin shortly. Make sure you do not disrespect any of the foreign dignitaries in any way.” Worst-case scenario, impudence could lead to criminal charges.

After some more time passed, the students were eventually led to the ceremony hall, proceeding in a single-file line with the champion Allen at the head. The double doors opened up to reveal a venue that Allen recognized.

Oh, this is the room where the crown prince was eating dinner that time. Looks like they took away the huge table and converted it into a hall.

The first event of the evening was the crown prince bestowing a word of commendation upon the contestants, so the group of sixteen walked down the center of the room toward the far end where he was seated. They marched under the gaze of all the aristocrats and dignitaries lining both walls. The students were not allowed to look around, but Allen gleaned that there were about a hundred VIPs present. They all stared at Allen with curiosity, muttering among themselves.

“The black hair is rare, but up close, he just looks like an ordinary boy.”

“Did he really make a dragon appear and fight for him?”

“He did. And keep your voice down.”

Yes, take the last guy’s advice. ’Cus I can hear all of you clear as day.

At the edge of his vision, Allen caught sight of Viscount Granvelle.

Hey, the viscount’s here too.

Allen’s group approached the round pattern on the carpet five meters away from the crown prince, just as they had been instructed by the official earlier, when the crown prince suddenly shouted at them.

“N-No closer! Stop there!”

Although things were different from what they had been told, the students obediently dropped to their knees on the spot where they stood.

The knight standing behind the crown prince whispered, “Please don’t agitate them too much, Your Highness. This place is not entirely safe.”

“I-I know,” the crown prince replied in an equally soft voice.

From his position at the front of the procession, Allen had managed to hear the exchange clearly. Seeing as how there were a lot more knights surrounding the crown prince now than there had been for last year’s dinner, Allen realized that the crown prince had grown quite scared of him after seeing his fight the other day.

Let’s hurry it up, please. I really want to get back into the dungeons and see how well my new Summons can do against the dragon.

Thanks to obtaining Summoning Lvl. 7, Allen now had much higher stats as well as access to Rank B Summons. He could not wait to try fighting the dragon-type boss that his group had encountered in January again, only this time without relying on Krena’s Extra Skill.

The master of ceremony proclaimed, “We will now have a word from His Highness the Crown Prince,” prompting Allen and the students to lower their heads even deeper.

“All of you fought well. The Kingdom of Ratash is glad to have warriors as strong as you. Continue training and honing yourselves for the sake of your country.”

The students all chorused, “Thank you, Your Highness!”

Okay, done! Can I go home now? I’m glad he didn’t drone on and on like my middle school principal did.

Unfortunately, contrary to Allen’s expectations, the order to leave the hall did not come. Silence filled the room.

Uh, what is this? What’re we waiting for?

Allen’s desire to leave welled up within. Meanwhile, the tension was palpable as the nobles and dignitaries hung on to the crown prince’s next words.

Under the eyes of everyone who was waiting to see how the kingdom would choose to handle this champion, the crown prince cleared his throat.

“Ahem. Er...Allen, that was an impressive fight.”

Allen bowed gracefully. “I am most grateful, Your Highness. I’m afraid I got a bit overzealous being in your presence,” he replied, placing emphasis on “a bit overzealous” and “in your presence.”

Hope that’s enough as an excuse for destroying the arena stage.

“I-Is that so. Your display surprised me greatly, as Viscount Granvelle had not reported that he had such an exemplary subordinate.”

The crown prince purposefully spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. He clearly recognized Allen as the boy who had stood behind Viscount Granvelle during the dinner last year. He was implying that Ratash did not know about Allen in the first place and was shoving the blame onto Viscount Granvelle.

Upon suddenly being called by name, the viscount, who was standing with the other nobles, replied with confusion in his voice, “My...subordinate, Your Highness?”

“Hm? Is he not your subordinate?”

“He is not, Your Highness. Allen is a guest of House Granvelle.”

“A guest, you say. Is this true, Allen?” The crown prince’s eyes seemed to be questioning why Allen wore the outfit of a servant if he was not one.

“Yes, Your Highness. House Granvelle had indeed accepted me as a guest. The viscount has been more than generous with me, so I do a little work for him sometimes.”

Both the crown prince and viscount echoed aloud, “Work?” The latter struggled to recall what work Allen had done for him as the former asked, “What manner of work?”

“Bodyguard work, Your Highness. As there had been signs of suspicious activity around the viscount’s household these past few years.”

The viscount choked on his saliva. “Wh— Allen?!”

The crown prince had chided the viscount for doing so last time, but this time, he did not even spare the viscount a glance. The word “bodyguard” had set all the aristocrats in the room abuzz with furious whispers. Most associated Viscount Granvelle with the so-called House Granvelle Affair, an incident several years back where he had used the rights of newly developed mithril mines within his fiefdom to forcibly trigger the purge of a whole swathe of nobles who had been plotting against him as well as numerous royal envoys who had been complicit. The fact that Allen was using the word “bodyguard” here implied that the viscount had taken Allen in as a guest in order to protect himself and to remove anyone in his way with force should the need arise.

The crown prince gulped audibly as he realized that Allen had accompanied the viscount as a guard under the guise of a servant when they met the previous year. Several of the knights behind him also unconsciously took half a step backward, even though the person they were supposed to be protecting, the crown prince, was there in front of them. They could not help trembling inside their armor as they imagined what might have happened had things turned sour in this very room one year prior.

“Th-That’s reassuring to hear. It is admirable to protect a noble so valuable and well-regarded in our country.”

“Thank you, Your Highness. In order to repay one favor with another, I have every intention of protecting the viscount from anyone with nefarious intentions toward him.”

The crown prince felt faint when he heard “anyone,” but managed to keep himself together, albeit barely.

Thus the tournament ceremony this year ended with Allen clarifying his position to the crown prince of Ratash.

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It was now early December. The development of the new village under Village Chief Rodin was progressing smoothly. They had already finished erecting the walls around the village and had started hunting for great boars within their very first year.

The White Dragon Mountains stretched far to both the north and the south, and their foothills were expansive. The great boar population within those foothills was usually quite sizable, but it had ballooned even further the past few years. Allen’s wiping out the goblins and orcs that would have normally hunted the great boars had ended up significantly altering the local ecosystem.

Thanks to the hihiirokane and mithril spears that Allen and his friends had paid for together, the villagers had managed to take down twenty great boars. They would be enjoying a bountiful diet with plenty of meat this winter, restoring their energy with lots of nutrients in preparation for tilling their fields come springtime.

The No-life Gamers were currently inside one of the Rank A dungeons within Academy City. Naturally, they were on the deepest floor.

“Phew, it’s finally down,” Cecil sighed.

Before their eyes was the dragon-type boss lying on its side and about to breathe its last. The party had just defeated it without relying on Krena’s Extra Skill.

“Oh hey, I leveled up!” Meruru cried, raising both arms in celebration.

“Congratulations,” Allen replied. “You’re Lvl. 58 now.”

Due to Allen’s frequent usage of gaming terms from his previous life, his party members had also started to follow suit. Meruru had gotten used to referring to Trials of the Gods as “levels.”

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Name: Meruru
Age: 14
Class: Talos General
Level: 58
HP: 1,621
MP: 2,340
Attack: 756
Endurance: 1,274
Agility: 756
Intelligence: 2,340
Luck: 1,453
Skills: Talos General {1}, Rocket Punch {1}, Spear Mastery {3}, Shield Mastery {3}
Extra Skill: Union (Right Arm)
XP: 80,240/40,000,000

Skill Levels
Rocket Punch: 1

Skill Experience
Rocket Punch: 0/10

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Am I just imagining it, or does Meruru’s Status make it seem like she’s playing a totally different genre of game all by herself?

In order to use her skills, Meruru needed to ride a golem. Unfortunately, there were no golems in Academy City, so there was no way for her to expend her MP and gain Skill XP. This was why her class-related skills all remained at Lvl. 1.

Just like the elves Sophie and Volmaar, Meruru had come to the Ratashian Academy as a part of the arrangements of the Five Continent Alliance. The northern part of the Central Continent had, apart from elven squads, golems on loan from the Empire of Baukis. Their numbers were far fewer than the elves, but each golem unit possessed enough strength to easily slaughter Rank A monsters.

The tokusatsu TV shows that Allen had watched in his previous life came to mind. When it came to robots with parts that could combine with each other, he had always thought the head part was the coolest.

“WHOAAA! A GOLD CHEST! I guess the chance of it appearing is higher after killing the dragon boss!”

Right after the dragon died, the reward appeared in its place. Keel did the exact same thing he did one year ago when the party last saw a gold chest. When they opened it up, they found a ring resting within.

Aww, we would’ve preferred an orichalcum weapon. Specifically, a greatsword or ax.

Through his fight with the Hero, Allen had obtained the MP Recovery Ring that he had sought for so long. As a result, rings had plummeted in his list of priorities when it came to dungeon drops. What he now wanted were weapons that would boost his party members’ attack power—preferably, ones for Krena or Dogora first. He had, based on his own Attack stats, derived a general idea for how much extra Attack each grade of weapons material provided.

Estimate of the Bonus Attack from Swords

• Steel Sword: 100
• Mithril Sword: 500
• Hihiirokane Sword: 1,000
• Adamantite Sword: 3,000
• Orichalcum Sword: 5,000+

The actual damage value inflicted with each blow could be affected significantly by things like aiming for an opponent’s weak spot, having greater speed, and the attacker’s skill levels. Given this, the numbers above were based purely on bonuses from the swords.

Without hesitation, Keel put on the gold ring. “Which stat did it alter?”

Allen checked his grimoire. “Whoa, it increased your MP by 1,000!”

I can use this. If I have both an MP Increase Ring and an MP Recovery Ring, it would help me reach Summoning Lvl. 8 that much faster.

With that, every member of the No-life Gamers had completed five Rank A dungeons. Just as Allen was chatting with Keel about who to give the ring to, a familiar voice rang in all their ears.

Fwum.

“I am the Executive Dungeon System. Congratulations, No-life Gamers. I am here to update your Rank A dungeon clearance card.”

“Ah, it’s here.” Cecil had gotten so used to the dungeon cubes’ sudden appearances that they no longer surprised her.

Allen checked the jet-black card in his possession and realized that it already bore five marks.

“All members of your party have fulfilled the required conditions, so I will now convert your clearance card into a Rank S dungeon invitation card.”

As everyone crowded around to peer at the card in Allen’s hand, the five marks merged into one.

“Does this mean we can now go to the Rank S dungeon?” Allen asked.

“Yes, you can.”

“Can you tell us where it is?”

“Within the Tower of Tribulation in Yanpany.”

Uh, where the heck is that?

The Academy’s curriculum had covered geography, but Allen did not recognize that name. It seemed to ring a bell for Meruru, however.

She asked the cube, “Are you talking about the giant tower in Yanpany?”

“The very one. The Rank S dungeon is within the temple in Yanpany.”

Everyone turned to look at Meruru in surprise. Cecil asked, “You know it, Meruru?”

“Mm-hm,” Meruru nodded. “The cube is talking about the massive temple where Lord Dygragni lives. If I remember right”—she looked up into the air as if trying to remember something—“it’s in the northeastern part of the Empire. I’ve never been, though.”

“By ‘the Empire,’ you’re referring to Baukis?” Cecil pressed.

“Yep! Yanpany is the name of the region northeast of the imperial capital.”

So the Rank S dungeon is in Baukis?

“Aww, so we can’t go right away?” Krena looked deflated. She was particularly disappointed because she and Allen had talked about how they wanted to go to the Rank S dungeon soon now that he had reached Summoning Lvl. 7.

And here I was, hoping that a warp gate or something would appear at the bottom of Rank A dungeons that directly connected to the Rank S dungeon.

For those who had already reached the level cap but wanted to get even stronger, obtaining orichalcum weapons was absolutely necessary. The Hero had said that the Rank S dungeon was where orichalcum items could be found, so there was no getting around the fact that they would be challenging the Rank S dungeon eventually.

Cecil sighed. “Sounds like it’ll be out of our reach for quite a while yet, then”

Suddenly, Allen started as if an idea had occurred to him. “What if we all transfer to Baukis for our third year? That way, Meruru might be able to get herself a golem too.”

“Is that even possible?” Dogora frowned.

“No idea. Maybe we can ask the headmaster?”

“Leave it to me,” Sophie interrupted. “I’ll try asking Theodojiil to make the arrangements.”

It was currently December, so there still ought to have been sufficient time to arrange a transfer by the start of the next school year in April. And so the No-life Gamers agreed to set heading to Baukis in order to get their hands on orichalcum weapons as their next goal. All of them were equally eager to set foot in the temple in Yanpany that housed the dungeon as soon as possible.

“I am sorry to interrupt your conversation, but there is one more thing I must inform you of.”

The cube that had been standing by all this time suddenly spoke up.

“Huh?” Allen turned around. “Um, what is it?” What else could there be?

“If you manage to successfully clear the Rank S dungeon in Yanpany, your invitation card will turn into a challenge card for the Dungeon Master.”

“FWOOOOO!!! IT’S A HIDDEN BOSS! DYGRAGNI GETS IT!” Allen clenched both his fists and whooped loudly, surprising all his friends.

On behalf of the party leader who seemed beside himself with excitement, Cecil asked the cube in confirmation, “Do you mean we can fight the Dungeon Master?”

“Yes, you can.”

“What happens if we win? What are we fighting for?”

“That is something the Dungeon Master will only tell those who win.”

Oh my god, he won’t tell us! It’s perfect! That’s exactly the way it should be! Allen grinned at his friends. “Looks like we have no choice but to clear the Rank S dungeon after all!”

In stark contrast with Krena, who got caught up in Allen’s excitement, Cecil sighed. “There he goes again.”

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The Kingdom of Ratash greeted the new year with solemnity and soberness. The king, whose health had been in constant decline, had passed away at the end of the previous year. The whole kingdom entered a period of mourning during which all functions were called to a halt. The economy stagnated as the citizens became restrained in every area of life, and all stores—save essential ones such as restaurants—shuttered their doors. Even the dungeons were closed.

Once the mourning period ended, as expected, the crown prince ascended the throne. According to Rifol, the coronation ceremony was going to be a massive affair. Allen, however, did not really care who sat on the throne.

A month had passed since the No-life Gamers learned that the Rank S dungeon was in Baukis. The headmaster had already begun the process for their transfer to the empire, but he needed to go through Baukis in order to contact the Academy within their borders, so there was no guarantee whether the request would be approved. Allen and his friends were still waiting to hear back.

Academy City had not observed Ratash’s mourning; it had been business as usual inside the city. Today, Allen was once again converting magic stones into Fronds of Life and Seeds of Magic during his morning classes. Thanks to the Quick Summoning skill he had obtained from leveling his class skill to Lvl. 7, he could now simultaneously Summon all the cards in the holders of his grimoire at the same time. Progress went remarkably faster than before.

His MP Recovery Ring recovered one percent of his max MP every second, so his MP gauge could fill back up in no time at all. Allen was using his skills every waking moment in order to not waste a single drop of MP, but if not for Quick Summoning significantly boosting the number of skills he could use and the amount of MP he could expend at once, his spirit might have cracked under the never-ending task.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard pounding down the hallway.

BANG!

The door to the classroom opened with such force that it seemed like it had been kicked open. Both the teacher and students all froze in surprise.

Oh, it’s just Carlova.

When Allen turned toward the door, his eyes locked with Carlova’s. Without so much as a by-your-leave from the teacher, Carlova shouted while gasping for breath, “Allen! Your entire party! To the headmaster’s! NOW!”

What’s got him so flustered? He’s asking for my entire party?

“Looks like we’re being summoned.” Cecil gracefully stood up. All the No-life Gamers immediately followed Carlova to the headmaster’s office.

“I’ve brought ’em! Now brief ’em!”

He’s completely reverted to being an adventurer, Allen thought as he and his friends entered the room.

“Ohhhh, there you are!” The headmaster had a world map spread over his table. Even this man, who was normally calm and composed due to having lived a thousand years, seemed frazzled. After greeting Allen’s group, he fell silent.

After a while, Allen, who could not bear it any longer, asked, “How may we help you?” What’s with this pause?

The headmaster shot a look at Sophie for an instant as if he was struggling to find the right words to say. “I’ll...come right out with it. There’s been a request to dispatch you, Allen.”

“To the battlefield, sir?”

For a split second, Allen had thought the headmaster was telling them that their application to Baukis had been accepted. However, that would not be called a “dispatch.” The only place that fit the usage of that word was the battlefield.

“That’s right. Rohzenheim has put in an official request through the Five Continent Alliance for you to be dispatched, Allen. And Ratash has accepted that request.” The headmaster spread a royal decree out on the table that specifically named Allen, Krena, Cecil, Dogora, and Keel.

That’s a royal decree, all right. The headmaster called it a “request,” but we don’t really have the right to refuse, do we?

Ever since he enrolled, Allen had always assumed he would be eventually deployed to the northern border of Giamut, the area that used to belong to fallen countries such as Rastuli.

“Um, does that mean we’re being ordered to go to Rohzenheim?”

“That’s right,” the headmaster replied, lowering his gaze to the world map. “The fate of Rohzenheim is currently hanging in the balance.”

“What do you mean?!” Sophie exclaimed.

“According to intel,” the headmaster said, “the Demon Lord Army is currently attacking all three northern continents at the same time with a force of ten million in total.”

“Ten million?!” Sophie was so shocked by the number that she seemed about to faint.

He’s referring to the Central Continent, plus Rohzenheim and Baukis, I take it? And as always, nothing’s heading toward the two continents in the south. Hmm, ten million, huh?

Allen rubbed his chin. “That number is five to ten times the Army’s usual numbers each year, right?”

According to what he had learned in Demon Lord history, the Demon Lord Army had simultaneously attacked all three northern continents before, but it only sent around one or two million troops each year, half of which would head for the Central Continent while the elves and dwarves dealt with a quarter each.

The headmaster nodded. “We don’t know how long they’ve been doing so, but they’ve apparently been building up their strength for this. They now have more than enough numbers to wipe Rohzenheim off the map.”

Which means all the ground that the Alliance regained over the past few years wasn’t solely because of Helmios. The Demon Lord Army’s been reserving its forces for this large-scale assault on Rohzenheim.

The situation on the front lines had changed ever since the Hero Helmios appeared eight years ago. As such, he was touted as the sign of hope that humanity had found after over half a century of sustained losses. Since then, the Demon Lord Army had been on the back foot for the past eight years; as it turned out, however, there were other forces at play.

Sophie, who had been listening quietly all this time, finally burst out: “Theodojiil, what did you mean when you said that the fate of Rohzenheim is hanging in the balance? And this urgent dispatch— Wait, don’t tell me!”

However, the headmaster was unable to answer her. His words were caught in his throat.

“Answer me, Theodojiil!” Sophie demanded, her usual coolheaded demeanor nowhere to be seen. She leaned forward, her eyes blazing fervently. “Is Her Majesty safe?!”

She calls her mother “Her Majesty”?

The elves worshiped Rohzen, the Sovereign of Spirits, but they loved and adored their queen with just as much reverence. She was the one whom they fought for.

Pressured into answering, the headmaster managed to stammer, “I’m afraid...there’s been no word.”

“Th-That can’t be possible! What’s happened to Fortenia?! Tell me everything!” Sophie was frustrated with how the headmaster had only been able to answer questions she posed to him directly. Fortenia was the capital of Rohzenheim, the city where the queen’s residence was.

“According to intel from three days ago, Fortenia has already fallen to a demon host of three million. No one knows where Her Majesty currently is.”

“This can’t be...” Sophie crumpled to her knees.

Volmaar rushed forward to catch her. “Princess Sophialohne!”

The headmaster turned toward Allen. “Seventy percent of the country has already fallen to the Demon Lord Army. The remaining forces gathered in the southern part of Rohzenheim are currently preparing for the final fight.”

Even considering the size of the invading force, this advance seemed way too fast.

“And I’m supposed to go there?”

“Yes. Please accept this dispatch request.”

“Just curious, how’s the battle situation on the Central Continent?”

Allen wanted to know what the situation was in Giamut, given that Rohzenheim was in danger of being wiped out. However, the headmaster again failed to provide an answer immediately.

“Huh? Is the front line collapsing there too?”

“N-No, not quite. In fact, the fighting has yet to begin. The Demon Lord Army, which is two million strong, is on standby about ten days by horseback from the northernmost fortresses.”

When they heard this, the Gamers all gasped under their breaths, “Two million!”

Hold on, ‘standby’? Why don’t they just press the atta— Hold on. What about the elven squads?

“I’m sorry, sir; have the elven squads at the Giamut border been informed of the situation in Rohzenheim? You just mentioned there are forces gathering in the south?”

Sensing that Allen had hit upon a crucial issue, Sophie doubled down on his question. “Theodojiil, answer him. What is the current situation of the elven squads assigned to the Central Continent?!”

“The squads...are currently returning to Rohzenheim.”

The elves normally provided much-needed healing to the front lines in Giamut, which often saw a dire shortage of those with healing Talents. Now, however, all those elves were retreating to protect their home country.

Cecil blurted, “But it’s impossible for the forces at Giamut to fend off an army of two million without the support of the elves!”

Having analyzed the situation, Allen put it plainly. “The Demon Lord Army at the Central Continent is planning on launching a massive offensive once the healers have fully left the scene. That’s why they’re only standing by at the moment.”

“That...is very likely the case,” the headmaster admitted. “However, and I’m very sorry to ask this, but please answer the dispatch and save Rohzenheim. Please...save our queen.” For the first time, the headmaster, who was himself a member of royalty, lowered his head to Allen. He was pleading with Allen despite fully understanding what would likely happen to the Central Continent.

Cecil looked to Allen anxiously. “Allen, what’re we gonna do?!”

At the end of Allen’s second year at school, the Demon Lord Army suddenly showed up with a massive force, bent on destroying the entire world in one momentous push. Everyone present—Allen’s companions, his homeroom teacher, and the headmaster—held their breath, hanging on his next words.

“We will go to Rohzenheim,” Allen replied decisively.

And so it was decided that the No-life Gamers would be heading to Rohzenheim, the country of elves on the very brink of obliteration by the Demon Lord Army.