With Bronya's invitation, Valerius felt pretty good about things.
After all, he'd been completely idle every day lately. Having someone to stroll around with didn't sound bad at all.
"System, open two 10-point draws for me."
Since he was bored anyway, Valerius decided to do some draws. He'd watched everyone else draw for ages—he hadn't drawn once himself yet.
Thud, thud.
Two boxes dropped down.
"Still SF Express again? Can't you at least let some other courier get an ad slot?"
[Host, there's also China Post. It's slower—want to switch?]
"…Forget it."
Valerius was speechless. Where on earth were you copying this from?
He opened the boxes. Two glowing orbs floated out.
[Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the Enhanced Heracles Noble Phantasm.]
"A Noble Phantasm?"
"An enhanced version?"
Valerius was stunned. A Noble Phantasm was one thing—but an enhanced version?
And it was Berserker Heracles' Noble Phantasm?!
[Enhanced Twelve Labors: Gain 12 lives per day, refreshed at midnight.
Any weapon that has killed the Host once will be unable to deal damage to the Host for the rest of that day.]
[PS: 'Weapon' is a conceptual category—e.g., swords, spears, axes.]
Reading this, Valerius got excited. This enhanced version was absurdly strong!
It worked on a conceptual level.
Meaning: if someone killed him once today using a sword-type weapon, then all swords, no matter how divine or legendary, would deal zero damage to him for the rest of the day.
[Enhanced Twelve Victories: For the first twelve battles each day, regardless of the opponent, the Host is guaranteed victory.]
"This one's amazing too!"
Valerius remembered that Heracles' original version only had twelve uses total.
His version reset every day.
That was straight-up invincible.
[Enhanced Twelve Glories: Gain twelve Noble Phantasms with different effects, all of them enhanced.]
"Gah—!"
Twelve different Noble Phantasms?!
That was terrifying.
Valerius knew very well that many of Heracles' Noble Phantasms had utterly outrageous effects.
He immediately checked their details.
[Nemean Lion Pelt: While worn, nullifies all physical attacks.]
[Hydra Venom Arrows: Arrows imbued with lethal poison, capable of killing hundreds.]
[Ceryneian Hind: Grants unparalleled speed.]
[Erymanthian Boar: Grants overwhelming combat power; nemesis of all heroes.]
[Cerberus: Summons the underworld guardian hound Cerberus to fight.]
[War God's Belt: Gain the power of Amazon Queen Hippolyta and temporarily summon Amazon warriors.]
Valerius didn't even bother reading the rest.
Enhanced Noble Phantasms boiled down to two words:
Completely insane.
"Wait… can other players draw these too?"
Suddenly, Valerius got a little nervous.
If someone else drew something like this and started causing trouble, wouldn't that somehow end up being his responsibility?
He didn't want major chaos. He still had to live here.
Who knew—maybe he'd even settle down someday.
[No. All Host rewards are exclusive.]
"Okay, that's a relief."
After absorbing the enhanced Noble Phantasm, Valerius reached for the second glowing orb.
"Let's see what this one is."
[Congratulations, Host. You have changed profession to Demon King.]
"Demon King?!"
Valerius was shocked.
"How do I look like someone who wants to destroy the world?"
"…Wait. Something's off."
After absorbing the orb, Valerius immediately sensed something strange and began carefully checking the details.
After a long moment, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"…Turn it off. This is pointless."
He had become a Demon King—but not the kind who plots world domination.
It was the Demon King from Disgaea.
And Valerius remembered that game very clearly.
The damage scaling in Disgaea was pure insanity.
At the start, you dealt maybe 100 damage per hit.
Late game? One casual swing—800 billion damage.
Utter nonsense.
"No wonder it's called the most vicious RPG in history. Totally lives up to the name."
[Host, would you like to continue drawing?]
"Nope."
What was the point? This was already full-on invincibility.
Before, with just the enhanced Noble Phantasms, maybe someone could still barely challenge him.
But now?
Valerius felt that even if an Aeon showed up, he wouldn't need to panic.
Twelve lives per day.
Guaranteed victories.
Astronomical damage numbers.
There was simply no reason to be afraid.
He shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed.
With nothing left to do, he went to sleep.
Time passed quickly.
Every day, Valerius's routine was simple: take out the Gourmet Tablecloth and deliver meals.
Since he no longer proposed any trades, the space became noticeably more peaceful.
Everyone entered full-on lay-flat mode.
[Screwllum]: Time's almost up.
[Herta]: I'm tired just from watching.
[Lisa]: Such a pity for Jean this time.
[Eula]: If she hadn't bought that game console, their points would've been tied.
[Kujou Sara]: That's not on us.
[Chiori]: No one knew it would turn out like this at the start.
[Herta]: But after holding on for so long… losing at the very end would be brutal.
[Barbara]: Wuwuwu, I've already started repenting…
[Trailblazer]: March, what do you think Jīziē will draw this time? Think we can—
[March 7th]: Don't even think about it. I might have a chance.
[Trailblazer]: That's not guaranteed.
[Welt]: Alright now. That's Jīziē's reward—don't set your sights on it.
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