Chapter 135: The God Of Earth
Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World
Minotaurosâs head landed on the ground.
It was a precarious battle for me, as the time to maintain the Sanctuary and Dormant Explosion was running out, but did it not seem that way to others?
ââ¦Is it over? Wasnât he just stalling for time?â
âWho said Minotauros had strong physical resistance?â
âIt was strong though. And at the end, there was also some special ability mixed in.â
âStill⦠Does anyone know that guyâs name? Iâve never seen his face before.â
âA cute boy with a dangerous vibeâ¦huff, huff.â
âTie him up for nowâ¦â
The adventurers around were murmuring. There was one odd person in the midst, but the reactions were generally similar.
Admiration for what I had done. And curiosity about the new face.
ââ¦But then, what happens to our subjugation?â
âThe formation breaking down was all because of that guy in the first place.â
And a bit of resentment? Blame? There was that too. However.
Clank. Clank.
Lydia stood beside me, her armor clinking. Everyone fell silent at her appearance.
It was understandable, considering everyone here had seen firsthand how sensitive Lydia was to any slander against me, and how strong she was.
Lydia, brushing off the gazes around her, extended her hand to me.
âJonah. Are you okay?â
âUh-huh. Iâm still okay.â
Sanctuary and Dormant Explosion are still maintained. It seems like it will fade in a minute or two.
â¦Then, will I collapse just like this?
Most of the adventurers around me are either friendly or startled, but some are discontent.
Not just emotional discontent, but dissatisfaction regarding the subjugation rewards.
Remembering the saying from my past life that âProof takes a lifetime, but incitement only a momentâ, I decided to strike first.
âAhem. Everyone? It seems I ended up handling this alone. So, it would be best if I took the most loot, right? Ah, but donât worry! You didnât contribute much anyway, did you? So, it wonât count as a subjugation, and you can catch it again next time!â �
A moment of flowing silence. I realized the atmosphere had become oddly prickly.
Maybe it was because the battle had just ended and the excitement hadnât died down. My tone, being more aggressive than usual, might have sounded a bit strange.
To summarize roughly, it was something like, âHeh~ Losers~! You didnât even contribute, and you want the loot? Thereâs no loot for weak adventurers like you, so why donât you just retry next time?â
Lydia also sensed it and looked around smoothly before asking.
âAnyone dissatisfied?â
As if waiting for this, a middle-aged adventurer raised his hand.
He doesnât seem to be one of the subjugation participants, but rather one of the accompanying guardians.
âI agree with you taking most of the spoils. However, our share shouldnât be nonexistent. Depending on how much we get, there may or may not be dissatisfaction.â
He was a rare male adventurer. With a dignified appearance, he looks quite impressive even to another man.
You know, the kind of guy with hair thatâs half-gray and looks almost silver. And a neatly groomed beard.
A style that always has steady demand even on Earth, so how would it be in this world?
Isnât it a bit like a MILF? In fact, a few women around were staring at him blankly, blushing.
But Lydia, who was looking at the bearded man like a pebble on the street, nodded as if she agreed.
âHmm. Iâll ask the person involved. Jonah?â
âOh, yes. Anyway, I should at least cover the cost of the potions and scrolls he used. Besides, itâs true that he did draw aggro at the beginningâ¦.â
After thinking for a moment, I pointed in the distance to the horn that had fallen.
âWould it be okay if we split that one?â
ââ¦Not bad.â
The bearded man nodded in satisfaction. However, was money not his goal from the beginning? Even though the conversation had ended, he subtly asked another question.
âBy the way, whatâs your name?â
âItâs Jonah.â
âWhich clan do you belong to?â
âI donât have a clan, but there is someone who looks after me.â
âAh, are you apprenticed to Miss Lydia? Sheâs an excellent person.â
âAhem.â
âBut the nature of individual support and group support is different. Above all, there are hardships that us men have which are difficult to confide to women. In the case of the âMenâs Daysâ clan Iâm part of, it consists only of menâ¦â
âEh.â
Was this an invitation to join a clan? But I have no intention of belonging to any particular clan. At least not now.
Especially if itâs a sausage fest.
Ugh⦠Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
Not all men in a gender-reversed world are gay, butâ¦thereâs a peculiar sense of incongruity.
I nodded roughly and quickly changed the subject.
âIâll think about that part later. Anyway, he says that one horn is fine, is it the same for others?â
âWell. Minotaurosâs horns are the most expensive.â
âWe wonât lose out even if we share.â
âIf we crumble after one mistake, itâs because of a lack of skill. Back in my dayâ¦â
âNo, if someone heard you, theyâd think youâre from a few hundred years ago.â
A generally agreeable atmosphere. Just as I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
âAh.â
My entire body is suddenly drained of strength. My legs tremble, and my vision starts to spin.
The duration of Dormant Explosion has ended, and the backlash has hit.
Fortunately, Sanctuaryâs deployment lasts a bit longer, so Iâm barely holding on thanks to itâ¦
Itâs clear that the Sanctuary will end before I fully recover today.
Trying not to show it, I leaned my head on Lydiaâs shoulder.
âMiss Lydia, Miss Lydia.â
âYes.â
Lydia, understanding everything, carries me on her back. The adventurers who had been noisy earlier fall silent again.
âCome to think of it, I think he ate something before the battleâ¦â
âWas it a kind of stimulant? Well. No matter how great his talent may be, itâs impossible to overwhelm a Floor Guardian alone.â
âEven so, it doesnât change the fact that he overwhelms other adventurers of the same rank.â
Whispering voices. Good. As planned. Itâs unavoidable to attract attention, but this way, I can hide about 30% of my power.
In fact, I not only hid the true nature of the Sanctuary deployment, but also the existence of Basilieus and the Invisibility Cloak.
Riding on Lydiaâs back, I waved my arms and spoke.
âMiss Lydia. Miss Lydia. Could you now process Minotaurosâs materials?â
âHmmâ¦.â
Lydia let out a dissatisfied hum. It was clear that she had something else in mind, glancing this way.
Well, thereâs only one thing Lydia would want at this timing.
I chuckled and lowered my voice. A fallen noble with nothing but pride left. They spin their final lifeline into a form of elegance.
âMiss Lydia. My loyal guard. Will you gather the glory of victory for me, and for yourself?â
âAs you command.â
Only then did Lydia, satisfied, draw out a suitably sized longsword. Easy.
The adventurers watching this scene were in shockâ¦but thereâs no need for that.
This is a kind of role-play. Just a simple game.
As I shook my head and hummed, Lydia neatly sliced Minotaurosâs corpse with her drawn blade.
Originally, using a dagger for this kind of dismemberment is the norm⦠But isnât using a small dagger to disassemble this gigantic body too inefficient?
Above all, someone like Lydia can display sufficient skill even with a longsword.
At first, it seemed like she was stabbing Minotaurosâs belly vertically, then she swiftly skinned it, and took two of the remaining thigh bones.
And then, she grabbed the head with only one horn left, and that was it.
After all, he was once a hero, so this kind of tragic end leaves a bit of a bitter aftertaste.
Of course, that bitterness will return as a reward from the gacha, so itâs bearable.
Unable to fit everything into the subspace bag, Lydia, who had tucked the severed head under one side of her waist, finally extracted the Magic Stone.
Fwoosh.
Minotaurosâs body turned to ashes and scattered, then was absorbed into the Heart of the God of Earth.
Strictly speaking, that heart is an illusion, and the ashes blend into the Labyrinth itself⦠but at least to the eye, it appeared so.
The God and the Champion. The fallen hero who couldnât be killed and was sealed away. The two who were buried together in the same grave, having failed to find a cure till the very end.
There must have been twists and turns between the God of Earth and Asterios that even I, as the author, couldnât know.
In the end, they did not meet a happy ending, and now their divinity and greatness have been reduced to mere prey.
Even so, to say that their choices and achievements were meaningless would not be right.
I bowed slightly towards the real remains buried deep within, not the specter manifested in the Labyrinth.
âMay you rest peacefully in the embrace of Mother Earth.â
A softly murmured eulogy. In response, a small warmth rose from deep within.
The now familiar sensation of a Power being engraved.
â¦Simultaneously, my vision turned black.