[13th Round] First Elf King
I instantly moved from the Western Continent to the Southern Continent with the dummies using the Snow Woman’s feather.
The terrain here was also different from the one I remembered.
Instead of deserts, I was greeted by green fields and thickets. It was hot, but the air was humid instead of dry.
That served as evidence that the Ice Dragon Sleas, who became the main cause of global warming, hadn’t arrived here yet.
“We’re here. Now then…”
Although I wasn’t familiar with this topography, the huge mountain’s location hadn’t changed. Hence, I could approximately pinpoint where I was.
“I’ll show you the way, Sir Hero,” Shadow A offered. She had become overly active since I said we were going to the Southern Continent.
“Oh, okay. This is your homeland, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I lived here for a long time. It’s been ages since I last saw what this place looked like before it turned into one huge desert… It brings back a lot of old memories. I remember sharing a cockroach with King Elfheim here. Oh! His Majesty Elfheim also…”
“Stop thinking about the cockroach as if it were a chocolate bar.”
We headed further south.
That was where the war between giants and elves was happening.
“It’s pretty funny if you think about it. The Southern Continent is huge, but those two races have been struggling for supremacy in the southern part of it for decades now.”
I understood why, though.
In this era, this continent’s southern area had the most favorable climate and provided the best living conditions. If the Southern Continent was Africa, then where we were heading to right now was similar to South Africa.
I knew that because of the local spirits. I was receiving information from them even at this moment, similar to what happened in the Western Continent.
But I didn’t get all the information I needed.
For example, I asked them where the senior was and what he was doing in this era, pretending not to know.
► Record: His visit to the Southern Continent is to take place five years from now. He teamed up with spirits, elves, and humans in the fight against the Fire King Phoenix.
Five years was too long.
But there didn’t seem to be any problems.
The war had already begun, and the elves who faced the giants were dying like flies.
Their frontlines were still holding on, though.
All because of a single individual.
“The First Elf King…”
Among the elves, only their king knew how to fight well. The rest of them could only draw bowstrings with their slender hands.
They couldn’t control spirits like modern elves and didn’t have normal weapons and armor.
That wasn’t all.
They didn’t even have a strategy.
They only attacked and retreated at random, like real savages.
But their ruler alone made up for it. As soon as he swung his “Fire Sword,” he instantly killed giants as tall as a three-story building. And instead of clothes, he was wearing a “Fire Armor,” which also served as his weapon.
Behind him formed a “Fire Path,” interfering with his pursuers. His “Fire Wings,” like the engines of a jet plane, provided him with the ability to deftly maneuver.
His blazing weapon was dangerous in its own right, but all he needed to do was slam his body engulfed in flames against the giants to burn them up without a trace.
He was like a living comet!
His fighting power was impressive.
“Hmm. I want to get closer and view his stats.”
My interest had shifted from the pitiful Elf King to the First Elf King. Due to the techniques he used, he looked like a miniature version of the Fire Phoenix King.
“That’s only natural, Drug Hero. The Giant King had to swallow the First Elf King to become the Five Great Disaster’s representative in the Southern Continent, the Fire King Phoenix.”
“Isn’t it because he devoured the Essence of Fire?”
“To be more precise, the Essence of Fire is the genes of eternal life that belonged to the First Elf, the progenitor of all other elves. Those dominated by his genes are now royalty. Therefore, unlike ordinary elves, who on average can live for about 3,000 years, the ones who belong to their royal family have an unlimited life expectancy. There hasn’t been an elf yet that has lived forever, however.”
“That pathetic Elf King still lives, though.”
Most likely, even now, with a satisfied expression on his face, he was looking out of the window of the city hall’s second floor, enjoying the chests of girls passing by.
“He’s not an elf, but a cockroach. That’s why he’s so tenacious.”
“No. He perseveres because many people around His Majesty are loyal to him, First Spirit.” Shadow A began to praise her husband with burning eyes.
“Shut up, both of you. Answer my question. Is their progenitor a mutated human or a monster?”
The First Elf King had the same skills as the Fire King.
He wasn’t anything like his race at all.
As soon as he received a blow from a giant’s huge club, he immediately turned into a flame and resurrected.
He looked more like a phoenix from the myths rather than an elf.
“The First Elf King, like you, is a hero who came from another world.”
“This is the first time I’ve heard of that.”
Why did she never tell me such important information?
“Is it really that important, Drug Hero? It’s the same with humans. The local inhabitants of Fantasy are known as “Humans.” Individuals like you, who came from Earth, are “Arch-Humans.” Your son, a mixture of the two worlds, can be considered the 2nd generation. If we ranked him based on the elven hierarchy, then he belongs to the royal family.”
“What’s your point?”
Based on the First Spirit’s explanation, I thought it wasn’t a big deal.
“The First Elf is a representative of the 1st generation, a real Elf Hero.”
But he wasn’t as outstanding of a hero as I was. He only had phoenix-like skills, but I didn’t expect much from him.
I realized that he was useless when I learned that a giant managed to swallow him. The only fact I liked about him was that he was engulfed in flames.
We moved south, until the battlefield appeared.
“Kill all the elves!”
“S-save me!”
“If you run away, His Majesty will kill you!”
“Father… Mother…”
It was hard to call what I witnessed a war.
The Elf King single-handedly destroyed the settlements of giants, and the elves collected by force were subjected to mass extermination.
The elves’ flimsy arrows couldn’t pierce through the giants’ thick skin, and their small legs couldn’t give them the speed they needed to escape.
The situation was the same for the giants opposing the Elf King. Their clubs and fists couldn’t stop his flames.
Both sides suffered heavy losses!
“Hmm. This reminds me of something.”
An event similar to this happened during the first round.
My companions rushed to the battlefield, arguing about who would kill more enemies, and I had to keep an eye on the camp.
They always intervened in battles that were supposed to be lost.
And I always had to clean up after them.
I defended their rear so that the enemy army couldn’t arrange a surprise attack and pincer them.
But the price for this was negligible.
Experience points, skill levels, fame…
My companions received all of those, while all I earned for myself was the notorious “coward” title.
That wasn’t even the end of it.
To prevent my companions from scoffing at me, I always had to be ahead of them in terms of level and skills.
While they were celebrating their victory after another massacre, I hunted monsters all night.
Only unpleasant memories remained in my mind about the first round.
“It’s hard to listen to you when you talk about the 1st round, Drug Hero. If you write a story about your experience, you won’t be able to sell a single book.”
“I agree.”
▷ Denial: We keep your personal file. You’re a rare case, so we give it special treatment. We’re going to use your example as a reference on the side effects of raising heroes…
‘Now remove it all, you damn system, while I’m still asking nicely!’
Now I understand my senior’s feelings a little about wanting to erase his dark history.
The battle didn’t last all day.
The giants used up a lot of calories, preventing them from fighting for long. They caught the fleeing elves and supplemented themselves with them, but such skinny beings couldn’t fill their stomachs.
Hence, they were forced to retreat and go to the sea, satiating their hunger with sea monsters.
“Haa… Ha….”
The First Elf, who rampaged all day in the enemy settlement, was no different.
Exhausted, he returned to his city, which the giants had trampled on during his absence, and, ignoring his surroundings, went to the rebuilt barracks to rest.
He took this terrible sight for granted.
“It’s amazing how the elves weren’t exterminated even after all that,” I said, looking at the scene from afar.
“It’s just awful. I can’t believe that tyrant is the progenitor of all elves…” Shadow A frowned.
“The First Elf slept with the females of the human race and had many children with them since they were able to interbreed with other races. Among them was my mother-in-law, the Second Elf King, who took over most of his blood. His Majesty Elfheim was born of an alliance between the First and Second Kings. However, the concept of first and second didn’t exist at that time. All this happened after King Elfheim built the state.”
She seemed to know so much about it, which was only natural since it was the story of her race.
“Not really. The progenitor described in the story is too embellished. If his tales spoke of him like the tyrant that he was, then nobody would’ve loved our race. Few elves are aware of the truth behind their history.”
“How about the Third Elf King’s unique preferences?”
“There’s nothing beneficial to letting our kind know that the most respected Elf King loved humans more than his race. The same goes for the reason why he felt that way.”
Why didn’t she just say it was because of his love for big breasts?
“Well, the point is the Southern Continent needs reorganization.”
According to the local spirits’ report, the pathetic Third Elf King was traveling to the human settlements of the Southern Continent, promoting and advocating for “elven rights.”
He probably already knew.
That nothing would be solved even if he came here.
“That progenitor is the source of all these troubles.”
But he had incredible fighting power. Trying to convince him to do anything was nothing short of suicide.
Strength had to be answered with strength.
I calmly walked through the elves who mourned their relatives, whom the giants trampled over.
Nobody stopped me. None had the strength to do so.
“Stop… Oh! Come in, Holy Lord.”
The soldiers guarding the entrance of the First Elf King’s barracks retreated, allowing me to enter.
That was the power of the Righteous Hero.
“No, that’s the effect of Divinity Z.”
I paid no heed to the words of the miserable spirit, whose dirty ass was sitting on my sacred head.
“Hey, I’m clean!”
“Shut up. I’m about to have an important conversation.”
Because of the picture that opened before my eyes, I was speechless.
On the bed, trimmed with animal skin, the First Elf King sprawled. A female elf sat between his legs, her face buried in his groin.
They weren’t the only ones in the room.
There were five other elves around the bed, waiting in line, and they all looked like they were on the verge of crying.
“Who dares disturb my peace… Hmm? What is a wretched human doing here? What business do you have with me? Ah, did you come here to sacrifice that bitch standing next to you? If so, then I will forgive you for your rudeness,” Opening his eyes the moment he felt my presence, the First Elf King’s tone remained relaxed.
“Hey, Shadow A. Would you like to greet your father-in-law?”
“No thanks.”
Their long-awaited reunion didn’t last long.
“Uuurgghh!”
I grabbed him by the cervical vertebrae. It was time for us to have a man-to-man talk.
“Hey. You’re making too much noise. I only slightly touched… Oh! Ahem. Got it.”
His neck wasn’t the problem.
The elf between his legs was surprised by the sudden visit of the Righteous Hero, causing her jaws to clench.
