The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

(T-Thank goodness…)

I’m really glad I got her word in advance.

(That kind of『machine』is usually eye-poppingly expensive… Anyway, I’m just glad…)

I took in a deep breath, being able to avoid compensation.

「Wh-Wh-Wh-What? The Anti-Impact Mechanism No. 3 which has never been destroyed to this day, has met the tragedy of being cut in two! In addition, the results are a miraculous 100 points! As expected of Allen Rodore! The man who was able to defeat nee-sama!」

From the broadcast club, the voice of an excited female student echoed. And I was glowered at by all the first-year students surrounding me.

(…Ahaha. I guess they won’t really be happy about that.)

They strongly idolize Idol-san. There’s no way they would be happy with me surpassing her record I guess.

And then,

「Teme, Allen…」

「Wow… as expected, Allen!」

Sid-san and Idol-san, who had been burning with competitive spirit against each other, suddenly stared at me with glaring eyes.

「Oh, it just happened… by chance!」

We’re talking about these two who have belligerent nature, after all.

If I stir them up anymore, they might just come out and say,「Let’s fight. Right here, right now!」.

And as I was trying to navigate through the situation safely,

「N-No way… My… My Anti-Impact Mechanism No. 3 is…?!」

Chemy-san, who was standing right next to me, dropped her shoulders dejectedly.

「…Nn?『My』…?」

Her words caught my attention.

「The instrument was handmade by the director. Despite her appearance, she’s a genius scientist.」 Idol-san explained, from the side.

「G-Genius scientist… That’s amazing.」

I didn’t expect such a gambling addict could be a genius scientist.

You really can’t judge a book by its cover.

After that, the measurement of the short-range attack was continued using the Anti-Impact Mechanism No. 2 which was sleeping in the back of the warehouse.

I was told that the programming of『No. 2』and『No. 3』are the same, so there will be no discrepancy in the measurement results.

After that, the broadcast sounded again once the measurement of all the first-years had been completed.

「-Now, then, let’s go to the second event – 『long-range attack』! Everyone will shoot a long-range attack towards the measuring instrument placed 30 meters away! The higher the power, the higher the number of points displayed on the lcd at the top of the measuring instrument. So please unleash your best attack!」

At the end of the broadcast, the physical education committee member measured the distance and drew a white line 30 meters away from the measuring instrument.

「…Long range attack? I’m not that good at it. Well whatever…」

Sid-san stood on the white line, scratching his head.

「Eat this – Freeze Lance!」

When he swung down 〈Vanargand〉 – a huge ice lance hovering in mid-air, hit the center of the measuring instrument.

「And the results are – 83 points! Considering that long-range attacks are less likely to score high compared to short-range attacks, this is a pretty high score!」

It looks a little modest compared to the 90 points we saw earlier, but… this is a long-range attack event, after all. As the broadcast club said, 83 points is not bad by any means.

However,

「Tch, not good…」

Sid-san didn’t seem satisfied with the score, as he clicked his tongue loudly.

「I’ll go next.」

Idol-san, who had just lost by a narrow margin in the previous event, stood on the white line with a calm fighting spirit.

Due to the Flying Thunder God being active, high voltage current was coursing through her body. And she raised one lance over her head. The next moment, a huge lightning fell on the tip of the lance from the cloudless blue sky.

(This is…!)

It was the ultimate attack that she unleashed at the Sword King Festival.

「100 Million Volts -〈Emperata Glome〉!」

The deafening spiral lightning strike accurately punched through the measuring instrument.

A cloud of dust rolled up and a burnt smell spread.

「T-The result is — Nine, 95 points?! This is an unbelievably huge record! As expected of nee-sama! After all, the title of Ace of White Lily Academy is not just for show!」

At the same time as the broadcast, voices of joy sprang up from the surrounding first-years.

(A-Amazing…! To establish a 12-point gap against Sid-san!)

While I was astonished by that overwhelming record,

「Fufu, my win.」 Idol-san declared victory to Sid-san, with a triumphant look.

…It seems that she is also someone who hates losing.

「Aa!? Teme, I won at short-range attack! I’m gonna kill you!」

「When you add it up, I get 188 points and you get 177 points… A complete victory.」

「Hey, wait, only two events have been conducted!」

「Fufu, then it’s a temporary victory…」

「Te, Teme…」

…Perhaps these two get along unexpectedly well.

While I was thinking about that, I realized that everyone’s eyes were focused on me.

It seems that the order of – Sid-san, Idol-san, and I – was unspokenly decided.

「…Yoshi, let’s do it.」

Standing on the white line 30 meters away from the measuring instrument, I unleashed darkness from within.

At that moment, dense darkness covered the entirety of White Lily Academy.

「What… is this?!」

「It’s Allen Rodore’s 『Darkness』 that he displayed at the Sword King Festival. But, at that time, the output wasn’t to this extent, though!」

「What repulsive power!」

The girls were surprised seeing the jet-black darkness running across the ground.

In the middle of that situation, I acquired a certain conviction.

(…As I expected. The output has gone up quite a bit.)

If I’m not mistaken, Dodriel said something along the lines of…

The more you walk through the boundary between life and death, the stronger your soul dress is.

A few days ago, I managed to recover from a near-fatal wound that pierced through my heart.

As a result, my body and soul were more closely connected. That guy’s darkness might have flowed into me.

(…This is a good condition.)

Darkness continues to adapt to my body.

It responds perfectly to me, as though I was born together with this darkness.

(If this is the case, I think I can get a good score!)

And when I, dressed in darkness, held up my pseudo-black sword overhead,

「S-Stop!」 Chemy-san stopped me.

「Eh, err… What is it?」

「No, please don’t do it! If it receives an attack with such output, my precious『Anti-Impact Mechanism No. 2』will be blown to bits. Allen-kun gets a 100 points already, so please lower that terrifying sword quickly!」 she said, shaking her head side-to-side.

「E-Even if you say that…」

As I took a look around,

「Director! Such favouritism is not allowed!」

「Do you want to say that the 95 points that nee-sama produced will lose? You traitor!」

「…Ha?! That’s right! You’re just trying to make Allen Rodore win and make a lot of money! You bet a million gold on him, after all!」

Arrow-like booes rained down on Chemy-san from the female students around her.