Chapter 440

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on April 8, 2025

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440 Gold Tier Adventurer Hassan #2

Mars Guild.

It has been a few days since I met the Gold Tier adventurers in their conference room.

We safely completed the contract documents and parted ways, after which I smoothly managed the shrine, gathered merits, and increased my numerical values through these efforts.

Thus, my status is as follows:

『Name: Hassan Lv. 45 46

Strength: 16

Agility: 15

Stamina: 14 15

Merits: 220

Blessings: Shining Hands, Night Armor, Dark Eyes, Scorched Skin』

Achieving Level 46.

The numerical values for Agility and Stamina also reached the superhuman limit of 15.

“Wow, Mr. Hassan, your overall Karma value has reached 46…! Honestly, it’s hard to fully express my astonishment.”

Daphne, my receptionist, was greatly shocked when she saw my newly updated level.

“Mr. Hassan will definitely sail through the Gold Tier evaluation quickly! But since you’ve already obtained the academy’s graduation medal, there’s no need for that!”

The appearance of a Comprehensive Number 46 was prominently featured in Sodomora’s newspaper. Thanks to that, the morale of the followers of my shrine also improved.

“If we train with the Three-Pronged Style and the Great Club like Mr. Hassan, we can also become strong!”

“Yeah! Let’s hone our third blade with sand!”

Thanks to that, the number of believers grew quite smoothly.

『Hassan’s Possessions:

Number of Followers: 1271 3745

Number of Foundations: 10

Number of Shrines: 1

Number of Priests: 15

Number of Blessings: 2

Summary: An ambitious young god is creating new myths and stories.』

『Notification: The follower Paranoi hopes to receive a new blessing.』

『Notification: The follower Marda suggests erecting a statue to enhance faith.』

As the number of followers increases, the words appearing in the notification section actively provide information.

Paranoi hopes to receive a new blessing. What exactly does that mean?

When I asked at the shrine office, the guy confidently said,

“Mr. Hassan, if someone like me – the Grand Patriarch of the Dark Brotherhood and the greatest cornerstone, the first Pope to be – were to have only one blessing from you, Mr. Hassan, the followers might start whispering that you’re rather stingy!”

“Hmm?”

“Of course, Paranoi doesn’t think that way at all, but people might perceive it that way! In that case, it could lead to a decrease in the number of followers!”

“Hmm… That’s true.”

To cultivate the image of someone who takes care of their followers, it would be best to start with close associates. Paranoi is right.

“In that regard, Mr. Hassan, can you give me another blessing? If possible, I would like the blessing of height growth…! Last night, I dreamed that Paranoi grew taller and looked down on the Kanp kids!”

“Height… I’m not sure if there’s a blessing for height growth.”

“That dream was undoubtedly a prophetic vision! The blessing of height growth…! Only the great god Hassan, not the foolish Samaritan, can make it happen!”

“Hmm…”

Maybe because my reaction was rather flat,

Paranoi subtly added a few more words, perhaps sensing a slight uneasiness.

“A blessing for height growth would be preferable, but the blessing of shooting beams from fingers would be fine, too! To instantly render judgment on those who displease with my nymph d*ath beam!”

“That’s not possible, man.”

“Then, just giving me the ‘Nymph of the Year’ award would suffice!”

What exactly is the ‘Nymph of the Year’ award?

I was about to ask what this meant when Luna arrived at the shrine.

“Paranoi! Stop running away when I tell you to brush your teeth! Come here!”

“Geek! I dislike the ticklish sensation of having my teeth brushed by Lady Luna!”

“Oh no!? Paranoi, you swallowed the toothbrush again! Spit it out in the storeroom! It’s expensive! If you don’t, you’ll get a beat!”

“Yeeeeek!”

Ultimately, Paranoi, with a lump on his head, was dragged away somewhere by Luna.

Anyway, about giving Paranoi a blessing…

Since he’s been working hard recently, if I can gather a few more merit points, I’ll try looking at the shop to gift him one.

Just then, someone approached me.

“Excuse me, Mr. Hassan. This is Marda. Can I say something?”

“Speak.”

“I’m considering establishing statues of you both at the shrine and in the city. It will require some budget though. Each statue costs at least 2 gold…”

Marda was suggesting the erection of statues.

Statues?

She was talking about large sculptures or marble statues that resemble me. I’m no dictator, but what effect would they provide?

According to Paranoi, “If Hassan successfully subdues the underworld, it is possible to have ten thousand followers by winter’s end…!”

Truly, it’s like setting sail with favorable wind.

However, I did feel a slight sense of regret inside. Since further merit points couldn’t be consumed for leveling up.

It seems that without Nectar, one cannot increase numerical values beyond 16.

It would be great if Luna could soon perfect the Nectar.

I visited her workshop, which she had been working in for a while.

“Luna, is the Nectar brewing going well?”

“If we can use the Mente flowers that bloom in the underworld and the waters of the underworld’s river as ingredients, it should be good to go. Heheh.”

Luna had been in a strangely cheerful mood since meeting the heroes that day.

“By the way, what if I become the god of wine? Since Hassan is a god, it might make sense if his wife becomes the god of wine…”

And occasionally, she started carefully referring to herself as my wife, ‘Hassan.’

It must be because of the golden necklace I wear around my neck. Initially, Luna and I agreed that if we both wore golden necklaces, it would signify our marriage.

Luna had clearly not forgotten this fact.

“Um, um… Hassan, after this subjugation mission, shall we-.”

“No, Luna. You shouldn’t say such things…!”

Thus, I cut off her words while maintaining a rather serious look, as stating such things might lead to unknown consequences.

These words, similar to ‘Did you finish?’, are among the things that must never be spoken. Really, it’s forbidden.

“Is Hassan saying you don’t want to marry me anymore…?”

Of course, Luna, unknowing of the reason, looked on with large, tear-filled eyes. Thus, I explained well the superstition that I knew.

“We’ll marry when we come back. You shouldn’t say things like ‘finished’ unless necessary. It might bring bad luck.”

“Oh! I understand! These are the superstitions Hassan believes in!”

“Is that right? When you see it that way, it could be possible.”

Luna’s brain operated brilliantly when it came to discussions about superstitions and herbs.

“I never knew Hassan believed in superstitions! Hassan believes in superstitions too! Hassan shares the same traits as me!”

Luna appeared very pleased that I was superstitious. Since Luna herself represents night and darkness, savagery and superstition, it was quite natural.

At that moment, someone tsk-ed.

“They’re just playing around, completely awkward.”

This came from Elpride, who was sitting by the shrine’s warm fireplace reading a book. It seemed Elpride did not favor seeing me and Luna having such an intimate conversation.

Luna also furrowed her eyebrows tightly.

“Elpride! Don’t say ‘awkward’! Stop saying inappropriate things!”

“And what will you do if I say inappropriate things? Do you plan to hit me?”

“Th-th-that-”

Though Luna appeared to have much to say, she couldn’t retort.

If the fight were to start again, no doubt the predictable future would ensue where Elpride would catch her by the scruff of her neck, stroke her head, or pinch her cheeks.

Luna hadn’t once defeated Elpride from the past to the present.

Perhaps because Chikorita, which represents fire, couldn’t exert power against fire-attribute Elpride. Elpride suddenly moved first.

“Caught you, you little brat.”

“No, let go of me-!”

Before she knew it, Luna, captured by Elpride, struggled to escape.

“Hee-! Don’t blow on my neck! Haah… haah… Ahh, don’t bite my ears… Don’t chew on them! My ears!”

Peaceful indeed.

“But that, Elpride, I can’t allow it! Let’s fight! The event will be chosen by me…”

“Hmm, really? I don’t know which event you could choose that would allow you to win.”

But such peaceful moments wouldn’t last long, right?

*

The cemetery where I practiced was spacious.

Thus, there were plenty of places where I could practice alone.

“The dragon inside me will arise-!”

There, I often moved my body on large open grounds alone.

Punching or kicking the air while building strength since I figured I needed to master my transcendent physique perfectly before venturing into the underworld.

“Whoosh.”

A strong wind pressure spread out from my punch. A gap in the shape of wind pressure opened up among the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“d*mn, that’s strong.”

Thinking so myself, it was truly extraordinary strength. Frankly, I even considered that this immensely powerful body alone might be enough to solve almost any problem—arrogant thoughts indeed.

Of course, I had keenly recognized through several experiences the difference between arrogance and confidence. Sweating to perfect the weapon that is ‘me.’

“Full stretch – d*ath Beam Saber.”

Zoooooom.

Having not swung the club in a while, when Ora entered it this time, an intense light of steam was emitted.

A d*ath Beam Saber with extremely high output, no doubt.

Hoooong.

With just one large swing, all the thin snow covering the surroundings quickly melted into droplets of water flying through the air.

“Immortals.”

Gaaah.

I tried exerting strength with the club in my hand.

“Immortality.”

I could feel my body becoming solid like steel.

“Authority Power!”

Suddenly, weeds and wildflowers began to grow rapidly in the plains of the cemetery where the snow had melted.

This felt similar to my authority.

It seems the overflow of vitality from my body when emitting Ora causes this hyper growth.

I don’t know yet whether I can use it in combat, but it is indeed an extraordinary power.

Honestly, at this point, am I not already akin to a deity?

Upon realizing that, laughter began to erupt from deep within my abdomen like effervescent carbonation.

“Hahahaha! Petty humans! I shall rule over you! Bow down before my wisdom and might!”

“Hmph.”

“Ugh! What a shock!”

I jumped in surprise. Due to my greatly enhanced physical ability, I truly leapt several meters into the air.

Ultimately, I ended up face-planting into the waterlogged ground because I couldn’t maintain my balance. Nevertheless, the important matter was something else.

“Hi, Lady Hippolyte, how long have you been there?”

Quickly adjusting my posture and standing up, Hippolyte stood before me with her armor and thick red cloak, arms crossed as she looked towards me.

“Hassan, since you started yelling about dragons.”

d*mn it, you were watching from the very beginning?

Who would have thought someone would be watching my strange practice session? As a result, the confidence I had just exuded a moment ago waned.

Embarrassing as hell.

It’s like enthusiastically singing songs at home thinking you’re alone, only to find out your younger sister was there the whole time—it makes you terribly flustered.

d*mn, if you’re there, at least make some noise so people know. It’s embarrassing. Just thinking about it makes me kick off my blanket with my feet even now.

Thereupon, Hippolyte gave a light laugh.

“Hotshot, you planning to rule petty humans with wisdom and might?”

“No, uh, what…”

Anyway, extremely embarrassing. I’d like to bury my head in a rat hole if one were available.

Realizing I was feeling extremely flustered, Hippolyte gave a “Hmph” and coughed lightly.

“It’s fine, you know. Those who have realized their divine nature often adopt airs superior to others. I thought you were different, Hassan.”

“So, if you could just let me off the hook.”

This story reaching the ears of Elpride could turn me into a laughingstock for life, so I was breaking into a cold sweat. Observing this, Hippolyte squinted her eyes with a “Hmm” sound.

“Alright, let me think about keeping this a secret.”

“Hum, so, Lady Hippolyte, what brings you here? I heard you had a lot of paperwork to handle for the expedition.”

“Signing documents continuously gave me a headache. I thought of having a light sparring session with you, Hassan—.”

“Swish.”

Hippolyte gave a quick glance at me who was emanating steam.

“You don’t seem to need light sparring much. Well, that’s fine. Even without actual sparring, there are plenty of entertaining things to do.”

Then she shifted her gaze around, seemingly looking for something.

“Isn’t Noxdotty or the Elven Mage around?”

“Those two went to Deer Forest to find winter bamboo shoots, or something about a bet.”

“Hmm. I see. So those two seem to be getting along better than I thought. It’s quite reassuring.”

Hippolyte appeared to know that the relation between Luna and Elpride was good. She continued her thought.

“Is it because they share similar names? Luna is for the moon. The elf’s second name also contains ‘Deathmoon,’ indicating the moon.”

“Hmm.”

Is that so?

I’m not quite sure.

It might be true when you think about it.

The elf’s name also contains the ‘moon.’

I focused only on the fact that her first name was Elpride, and didn’t pay much attention to her second name.

Why did I only find this out after being together for two years?

Come to think of it, Lady Hippolyte in front of me also had the second name ‘Heavensinger.’ Since there was no occasion to call it like a last name, I only realized now.

Curious, I opened my mouth to ask.

“What does ‘Heavensinger’ mean?”

“Huh? Hmm…”

Lady Hippolyte was highly unsettled by this. She avoided my gaze while scratching her cheek with the index finger of her gauntlet with an ambiguous expression.

“Ah? It’s nothing much. Just, well, you know… Before I became an adventurer, I used to work as a waiter at inns and taverns sometimes. Back then, I’d often sing songs.”

“Lady Hippolyte singing?”

“Hmph… Anyway, the nickname I received back then eventually became my last name.”

Lady Hippolyte singing?

I’ve never thought about that.

I would like to hear it.

While thinking about it, Hippolyte hesitated for a while and then added a few words.

“Well, Hassan, would you like… Uh… You know, rarely, since everyone’s out…”

Thus, Hippolyte stammered, unlike her usual self.

So I couldn’t help but feel naturally tense about what she was about to say.

[Author’s Comment]

Today’s story was finally about Hassan who firmly stands as a Gold-Tier adventurer…

Some may wonder if reaching the Gold Tier holds any significance for Hassan, who became a god at Delphi…