Since long ago, he didn’t listen to what other people said.
He didn’t want to bend on things that he decided himself.
To begin with, if he had a personality where he would obediently abide by the views of others, he surely wouldn’t have been a hikikomori and a NEET.
Even if he did have a communication disorder, he was independent.
Rather, it could be said that he was lacking a cooperative spirit.
He would persist no matter what those around him tried to tell him.
If I had to follow the values of others, then what meaning is there to myself existing? is how he felt.
As a result of that──
Diablo was fallen prostrate on the bed.
「Uuuugh……」
Rem leaked out an exasperated voice.
「……So reckless.」
「Are you alright? Are you alright?」
Shera was rubbing his back.
His stomach, hurt.
「It is no problem. Naturally.」
Diablo, while dripping cold sweat, replied with only that.
Shoving his hand into his pouch, he took out a purple potion tube. With trembling hands, he drank it.
As if a poisonous snake that was writhing about in his stomach had fallen asleep, the pain withdrew.
It was an 《Antidote Potion》.
It was a valuable article in this other world, but in the MMORPG Cross Reverie, it was an extremely common item that anyone could easily obtain.
He hadn’t hypothesized that they would be used like this, but he had brought along several of them.
「Fuu……」
Diablo breathed a sigh.
The Gold Fruit tasted terrible beyond imagination. Enough that he couldn’t say that it was the taste of food to begin with. It had a medicinal kind of bitterness, and the aftertaste made him break out in a sweat and cause his body to tremble.
When he ate the third one, an abrupt stomach ache struck him.
Did it really have toxicity to it?
At any rate, it didn’t seem like it was food for the Races. It was just as what the carriage shop shopkeeper had said.
The cartload of Gold Fruit was placed in the corner of the room.
Within Diablo’s brain, an angel persuaded him.
──Let us stop this. There is no guarantee that you will become stronger even if you go through this suffering. Since you are plenty strong as a Magician, would it not be fine if you just came up with a way to fight? That is what you did up until now after all.
In contrast, a devil whispered to him.
──Let’s stop this, okay? Besides, wouldn’t it be fine if you just ran away from the fight, and lived enjoyably in a distant country? Let’s enjoy a slow life!
So both were in agreement.
However, his gamer soul was different.
──If there is the possibility of efficiently leveling up, then I’ll risk something like my life!
「Naturally.」
Diablo progressed as if dragging his heavy legs, and with trembling hands, he grabbed a Gold Fruit.
Rem and Shera no longer stopped him.
「……I, will believe in you. In the past, I said that, didn’t I. And that won’t change even now.」
「Diablo, if you feel that it’s necessary no matter what, then it can’t be helped.」
「Hmph……Do no fear. I have no intention of dying from something as stupid as this.」
Diablo put a Gold Fruit in his mouth.
At the same time, he drank an 《Antidote Potion》 and a 《HP Recovery Potion》, and washed it down.
Within his body, the poisonous snake started to rage about once again.
Pain ran through him, and his face cramped up.
A rumbling could be heard from his stomach.
He purposefully put strength into his stomach that had an acute pain running through it.
「I am, the Demon King of another world Diablo! I will not yield, to something, of this level!」
He ate even more.
Eat.
Ate.
Drank.
Bit it. Stuffed his cheeks. Indulged in it. Ate it. Gulped it down. Ate untidily. Devoured greedily. Overate it. Heavily ate it. Engorged on it.