The Third City in Hajime-san’s World Conquest Tour

  The third city on Hajime-san’s World Conquest Tour loomed on the horizon. Only two more towns to go before he could finally leave a review for this dumpster fire of a game. Due to being constantly delayed by the absurd encounter rate in this high-level area, Hajime had accidentally hit the level cap that was never intended to reach by a cheap player.

  Level 500 MAX- Ascended Naked Asura Demonlord EX.

  The benefits? His growling had evolved into actual human speech again—though to others, it still sounded like eldritch screaming. An improvement, technically they are lower beings.

  He marched merrily into the city of Myad’s, a small level 50 newby zone.

  He comes inside and you guessed it!: three buildings, two merchants (now with slightly different textures), and... holy shit!, new enemy units: chubby merchant boys and adgirls.

  That’s it, nothing more for our hero.

  There was at least the makings of a sewer entrance. That was technically new? but Hajime’s body was far too massive to fit inside. So he will Skip this content.

  Hajime-san:

  “HEEYYYY! There's new textures in this shitty place!”

  What the NPCs heard:

  “$%^^@#&#%^@&@*!&”**

  Mental damage ensued. Some of the NPC's screamed in pain. Others jammed AD sponsored coins into their ears to make the abominable sound stop.

  Hajime punched the merchants out of existence; then by coincidence, he notice's a scrawny NPC in a KO pose next to the sewer entrance.

  Where had he seen that before?

  He approached but the game suddenly locked him in an unskippable cutscene. The unique NPC disappeared into the sewer right before Hajime's eyes. Hajime shrugged and proceeded to destroy the town just like he planed to do.

  DING: Conquest of Myad’s Achieved.

  Reward: Commemorative Cosmetic — “Middle Finger Coin.”

  Still with the trash rewards. Our hero(?) continued north.

  Having recovered from his previous failure, Paul surveyed the ashes of Adlanta. It was a tragic sight. He solemnly gathered what remained—turnip ads, priestly jingles, holy bath coupons—and gave the debris the proper burial they deserve.

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  Saintess Lisa approached.

  “There’s something underneath the cathedral,” she whispered in sadness.

  They descended into the catacombs, battling AD-dead in silence. At the end of the dungeon lay a chained sword, radiating cursed energy and holy light. It was a weapon long lost to time... and very, very hungry for something.

  Paul approached the sword.

  The sword:

  “You fooooolll. Now give me your talent... and DESPAIR!!”

  The cursed sword devoured Paul’s starting talent:

  "Loved by the Turnip."

  A horrible deal but the sword didn’t know better. Let it dream that it succeeded in causing misery to someone.

  Level Up: 200.

  Scam weapons were the best power-ups in any story.

  With his cursed gear in hand, Paul headed to Myad’s to warn the people.

  Transition:

  Too late.

  Just ashes; again, again and again...

  Paul:

  “That monster... it won’t ever stop until everything we love is gone...”

  He knelt, clutching the ring from Childhood Friend Village Girl 1, and made his knightly vow.

  Again.

  As he swore vengeance, a glowing “Pay-to-Win Level-Up Ad” descended from the sky, flapping its monetized wings.

  He accepted it without hesitation, trading part of his soul for 50 XP levels.

  Now Level 250.

  With his eye bags deeper, his resolve become ever stronger.

  The Saintess prayed beside him for the lost souls. Then—

  A thief girl crawled out from the sewer, trembling.

  This encounter would change the fate of that girl forever.

  I'm still alone, everything is still empty.

  Another fork in the road. Another twig flip of destiny.

  It shows me to go left again.

  He sighed and wandered back to Adlanta, wasting more time in this never-ending journey.

  Then, he remembered he had a sleepy compass.

  Walletbreaker stirred on his back at Hajimes nagging.

  “AHHHH... zzz... Yeah, go to the right. Next to that tree... zzz...”

  Then it went back to sleep.

  Surprisingly, being the Demon King’s sword had a few perks.

  Way better than Whalescalibur in that regard.

  With a renewed sense of direction, Hajime trudged on, still collecting an absurd amount of store points unaware that his first microtransaction would be world-ending.

  Next stop: The Magical Town of Magicads.

  Hajime’s journey is almost over.

  A grindy, crappy experience for all to witness.

  Is he having fun?

  No.

  Has he played the game as intended?

  Absolutely not.

  Will he enact righteous vengeance at the end?

  Probably.

  Only 5 real-life minutes have passed since he logged in. Does that make sense?

  No.

  But it’s magic. Sue me.

  Hajime-san, the Murderhobbo-lord, has achieved his dream. Take solace in that fact.

  Good luck, Lucile-chan. Bankruptcy is on the wayyy~!

  Shivering. Sweating.

  “Who has CURSED me to poverty...?!”

  Thick stress veins pulsed across her forehead.

  The whales were expertly pacified with the new patch.

  But the hero? Still foaming at the mouth, twitching in the chair like he was being exorcised of something most foul.

  Then, the sword on his back suddenly stirred.

  Caladblock:

  “Ara~? Hmm?”

  Sensing something wrong, Caladblock awakened fully.

  “Kuhhhhh... NOOOOO! HEROOOOOO!!”

  One waifu has awakened from deep slumber.

  Will it be enough to save Hajime?