Seeing all sorts of weapons of various sizes—bows, swords, axes, spears, and more—scattered in the corner.
I could use those to measure the weight... no, that's not it!
These weapons undoubtedly had amazing effects, just like the armor I was wearing.
With that joyful mindset, as I was looking over the weapons.
I couldn't help but frown at a few of them.
"Rapier? Dual swords? And that one—oh, throwing knives?! Damn... way too gay."
The moment I saw them, it felt like my mind got tainted. Should I just smash them?
No, why the hell would they give weapons like these to me, a warrior who fights with his fists?
There had to be some hidden intent behind it.
But even after time passed, I couldn't think of a way to use them.
They looked like top-grade items at a glance, just like my armor, so smashing them felt wrong.
Leaving them be would just make them take up space during fights here, which was annoying.
But I, the warrior Balrak, had a realization!
The true use for these weapons was right here!
"Aha~ They're the rewards for after someone defeats me~"
Later, the strongest hero to appear here would, after a brutal battle with me, sweep up these legendary rewards. How had I not thought of this classic romantic cliché?!
And since I could scatter these numerous weapons throughout the dungeon at my discretion, the strongest hero party would search every nook and cranny of my dungeon.
They'd find the powerful weapons I'd hidden myself.
Then, after getting used to these hidden weapons, they'd face me in the final battle!
Adventure and challenge. Then combat.
And finally, rewards!
The perfect four beats aligning sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but clap.
Alright, before scattering the weapons around the dungeon, I need to pick one for myself.
What, you've only trained your fists until now? That's true.
I'd thought that once I entered the dungeon, I'd immediately face a hero, so with no time to spare, I'd desperately practiced only the punches the old man taught me.
But this dungeon... it was far kinder than I'd imagined.
Who would've thought it would not only help me adapt here, but also create virtual enemies in stages for training, and hand out top-grade armor and weapons like this!
So my fists would be the finale to cap off my end.
Why? Because I wanted to give the strongest hero who would fulfill my dream the ultimate battle experience.
The inspiration for those battle experiences came naturally from the games I'd loved in my previous life! In games, you could fight multi-phase bosses pretty easily.
Phase 1: Just a regular boss.
Phase 2: The boss's signature attacks kick in.
And the final Phase 3: You see the boss going all out against the challenger rushing at it.
So if the strongest hero pushed me to the very end.
I'd toss aside my broken weapons and ruined armor, and teach them the romance of fighting bare-handed!
"Ahh... this is pure romance. The perfect end for a warrior..."
So here was the perfect weapon for me, who knew no techniques.
This very one!
Behold: the Twin Colossal Greatswords!!
Normally, holding cute little swords one in each hand was no different from being gay.
A real man should wield a massive greatsword, right?!
But there was a situation that broke this rule.
Holding one massive greatsword in each hand.
Dual-wielding colossal greatswords meant no one could call you gay!
And was there even such a thing as swordsmanship for twin colossal greatswords? You'd just swing them like clubs, and enemies would pulverize themselves.
Whoosh!!! Whoosh!!!
"Good! Perfect..."
I froze.
"Gaaah!!"
Damn! Suddenly, a dark fantasy game from my memories popped into my head—a incestuous hypnotic gay couple—and holding these twin colossal greatswords made me look like a total gay dude.
But I had to use this weapon!
It was the most efficient...
'Ballsy Balrak, you dare worry about efficiency right now?'
B, Ballsy Balrak?!
'You're already a guy who's died once anyway. So live this life on your own path! My son!'
Truly Ballsy Balrak... Whenever I lose my way, you always light the path for me.
Like Ballsy Balrak said, if I'd worried about efficiency, I wouldn't have sworn to become a warrior—I'd have just looked for ways to survive in this dungeon.
So let's rethink using this total gay weapon as my main one.
Now the options were massive double-headed axes, massive hammers, massive glaives, and so on.
A ton of weapons left.
What to do...?
It was a time of deep deliberation.
*********
While Balrak was lost in deep thought over which weapon to use.
In the city, an organization had formed to devise strategies against Balrak: the heroes' scouts.
"You sure this is okay?"
"Someone's gotta do it."
"Damn... I should've gone."
It was a suicide squad tasked with confirming what patterns Balrak used in the dungeon.
Equipped head to toe with magic tools for defense, plus shields and armor—not to die in one hit—they'd prepared perfectly for pure defense, receiving encouragement from the other heroes.
"Your sacrifice... even the lofty heavenly gods will remember it."
"Don't get jealous later~"
"Pfft... yeah, we're counting on you."
"Let's go!!"
""""Wooo!!!!""""
The suicide squad entered the darkest dungeon, the Abyss Pit, and began searching every corner of the first floor.
But as they felt something off from not finding Balrak anywhere, the three scouts arrived in front of the boss room.
"That huge guy's nowhere, so he must be in there for sure."
"Huff... huff..."
"Hey, your face is pale as a ghost... you okay?"
"No... this chilling sensation. It's the first time I've felt it since becoming a hero."
"That's the 'fear' we heroes forgot after becoming who we are."
"Kuh... hilarious. My body didn't shake even against dragons, but it's trembling here."
"And we're here to die, no less. Can't be helped."
"Enough. We've come too far to turn back. Let's go."
"Yeah, onward like true heroes, friends."
"Hup!"
The three, showing true heroic spirit despite their violently shaking bodies, pressed forward.
But they froze upon seeing Balrak waiting in the boss room, arms crossed.
"M, my god..."
"No way, he's gonna use all those weapons?!"
"What are you doing?! Scatter now! The boss has aggro on us!"
Balrak greeted the heroes, a massive array of huge, varied weapons strapped to his back.
**********
Not being able to pick a main weapon? That was straight-up stupid.
I'd just swing them like clubs anyway since I had no skills—what did the type matter?
I'd just become a weapon master who used them all.
Yeah! As a demon from a battle race, I had to try every weapon! Obviously!!
This way, even dual-wielding the gay twin colossal greatswords was fine.
Toss 'em when done and pull out another!
And judging by the virtual enemies' gear, this theme seemed to be fighting defense-focused foes.
Now that the difficulty was ramping up, I opened my mouth to practice lines for greeting the strongest hero later.
"Turn back, you greenhorns. This isn't a place for the likes of you to tread."
"What? Calling me a greenhorn—!"
"It's just light provocation! Don't get riled up!"
"H, he has intelligence?!"
Weird. The virtual enemies' reactions felt way too real?
As expected of a dungeon that summons the strongest hero...
Dungeon, you never fail to exceed expectations.
"You refuse to turn back? Then are you the 'fated heroes' I've awaited for ages?"
"""!!!"""
"Or perhaps not..."
Balrak slowly drew one of his weapons, a massive glaive, and pointed it at them.
"You're just nameless fools who'll kneel before me, 'Warrior Balrak.'"
"Everyone, battle stations!"
"Looks like prep's done. Here we go."
Crack!!
In an instant, Balrak vanished from the heroes' sight and swung the glaive in a wide arc.
Normally, such a huge motion would've been easy to dodge, but the user's incomprehensible superhuman strength erased that flaw.
Whoooosh!!!
Whoosh!!
Krrrrunch!!!
"F, fast!"
"Damn!!"
"Urk!"
Watching Balrak swing the glaive relentlessly, the heroes sensed something off.
'Swinging a weapon that huge should drain stamina fast... grhk?!'
'Why won't he stop attacking!'
'Damn!! He's speeding up!'
Even after about thirty massive swings with the giant glaive, he showed no sign of stopping—in fact, he accelerated with each swing, like he was gaining momentum.
Judging that if this kept up, their stamina would hit zero first, the heroes tried to pull out their prepared magic tools.
But the enemy's eyes were faster than their hands.
Piiing!
Thuk!
"Gahk!"
"Gareth!!!"
Slice!
"Keh?!"
Balrak hurled the glaive at one hero whose gaze flicked to his magic tool, killing him instantly, then drew a two-handed axe and cleaved the panicking other one.
Now only one foe remained.
Feeling great about his clean win in his first real weapon use since reincarnation, Balrak moved to finish the last one but paused at the sight of his eyes.
There was no fear in the eyes staring back.
Just burning resolve remained.
Overcoming the terror of being left alone, the foe advanced with weapon held high, and Balrak was moved.
"Hoh...? Coming at me? You won't run—you'll face Balrak head-on?"
"...Gotta get close if I want to put you down."
"Perfect. You're a true 'hero.' But not the 'fated hero' I've been waiting for."
"Yeah, thanks for the high praise. Here I come!"
"Come at me! Hero!"
How could a virtual enemy show such heroic spirit!
A true rival, a hero!
Balrak grew even fonder of this dungeon.