“Please guide me, Lady Ogerpon.”

The first to step up was Benimaru, the young leader of the Ogre Tribe.

Brandishing his katana, his towering 2.5-meter frame loomed over Ogerpon like a mountain.

Yet, despite the stark size difference, it was Benimaru who felt nervous, not Ogerpon.

“Just one?”

Ogerpon tilted her head, her playful, adorable demeanor instantly winning the hearts of the ogres.

My Ogerpon’s too cute.

Damien, alongside the ogre leader and Hakurou, stood at the arena’s edge on a high vantage point.

From here, they had a clear view of Ogerpon’s battles with the Ogre Tribe.

“I want to know how far I am from a true A-rank!”

“A-rank?”

At Benimaru’s words, Ogerpon tilted her head again.

But she wasn’t just A-rank.

Her magicule level was A-rank, true, but her actual combat power was firmly Special A-tier.

If Benimaru was using Ogerpon as a benchmark for A-rank Majins, he was in for a rude awakening.

“Please, enlighten me!”

Unaware he’d underestimated Ogerpon’s strength, Benimaru raised his katana, assuming a middle guard stance.

“Alright.”

“As you wish…”

Ogerpon looked up, twirling her green vine club as if it weighed nothing.

A-rank or not didn’t matter.

Her goal was simply to claim Benimaru’s experience points.

“Ready?”

“Yes… “

Whoosh!

The moment Benimaru replied, his pupils shrank.

In an instant, Ogerpon vanished from his sight.

Fast!

So fast that, among the entire village, only Hakurou barely caught a glimpse of her movement.

“What?”

By the time Benimaru reacted, a tidal wave of monstrous force surged toward him.

The burly red-haired ogre instinctively raised his katana to block.

But Ogerpon’s vine club stopped just short of his face.

Boom!!

Before Benimaru could recover from the shock, a fierce gust from her swing hit him.

The next moment, he was sent flying, crashing through several wooden houses and disappearing down the street.

“This…”

The entire Ogre Tribe froze, stunned.

Silence fell, as if they couldn’t process Ogerpon’s seemingly effortless strike.

What just happened?

They only saw Ogerpon vanish and reappear.

Then their young leader flew like a meteor and passed out.

High-speed movement?

No!

Hakurou, standing beside Damien, was startled by his own guess. Was that spatial teleportation? She has such a skill?

But what about that overwhelming force in her swing?

Hakurou’s combat experience was vast. In the original story, he’d deduced Rimuru’s skill origins from brief contact.

But this time, he was stumped.

“Young Lord!!!”

Finally, some ogres snapped out of it.

They rushed frantically toward where Benimaru had landed.

After digging through the rubble, they pulled out an unconscious Benimaru.

“Young Lord?”

“Young Lord, are you okay? Young Lord?!!”

Fortunately, the village had an experienced healer.

After examining Benimaru, they found he was merely unconscious, with minimal injuries.

“He’s just out cold.” The healer said. “Most of his wounds are superficial. With our ogre recovery, he’ll heal quickly.”

“Phew…”

Relieved by the healer’s diagnosis, the ogres relaxed.

After the initial panic, they felt awe for Ogerpon’s power and marvel at her precise control.

“So strong!”

“Not only is Lady Ogerpon powerful, but her mastery of force is incredible!”

“Unbelievable.”

“Besides Elder, I’ve never seen anyone do this.”

The “Elder” was of course Hakurou.

Yet even he struggled to replicate Ogerpon’s delicate balance of injuring without killing.

It involved techniques beyond most people’s comprehension.

Hakurou didn’t know this stemmed from Konosuba’s martial arts, transformed by Cardinal World rules into a new class system.

Before now, the Cardinal World had no equivalent skills.

In terms of martial prowess, Ogerpon stood at the Cardinal World’s peak, matched only by a few human grandmasters.

Hakurou’s swordsmanship neared that level, but age had sapped his strength.

“Don’t worry, Ogerpon held back.”

Damien said, “Bring him over.”

Despite such destruction, Benimaru’s light injuries proved Ogerpon’s restraint.

Soon, the unconscious Benimaru was brought to Damien.

“Healing Magic!”

Damien raised his hand, golden magicules cascading down. Benimaru’s wounds healed visibly.

This miraculous sight drew gasps from the ogres.

“His injuries are healed. He’ll wake up soon.”

After treating Benimaru, Damien turned to Hakurou. “With your experience, Elder, did you catch the finesse in Ogerpon’s strike?”

“I’m afraid I’m too dull.” Hakurou shook his head, sighing. “I couldn’t grasp the mystery of Lady Ogerpon’s move. Please, Mr. Damien, enlighten me.”

He didn’t voice his initial guess.

He’d thought Ogerpon used some kind of spatial teleportation to cross dozens of meters instantly.

But he quickly dismissed it.

It wasn’t teleportation.

Her movement was something Hakurou couldn’t comprehend… a bizarre technique.

“It’s destruction.”

Damien didn’t tease him, explaining the essence of Ogerpon’s strike. “Ogerpon has the power to completely destroy anything she touches.”

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[Lord of Mysteries: Incarnation of Chaos]

Have you ever wondered what would happen if someone from a Lovecraftian world got isekai’d into another world built on Lovecraftian themes? Well, it’s absolute chaos.

Meet Alaric, a human(questionably) survivor of the madness and chaos caused by a certain crawling chaos, who, thanks to the kindness of a certain bubble daddy, got isekai’d into the “fake it till you make it” world.

What will he do in this strange new world? Climb the ladder of power to become that impossible god unless you’re just a pawn of a certain russian priest or a certain goth mommy?

Or become a cheshire cat, leaping onto the 4D chessboard to disrupt the schemes and mind games of these bizarre folks?

For Alaric, it’s not a tough choice. But before he picks either path, he must, of course, uphold the time-honored tradition of isekai’d victims(questionably) that forms the foundation of this world.

What’s that tradition?

Keeping a diary.

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[Alaric’s Transmigration Diary]

[Day 1: I encountered Amon. Used a special technique to summon a projection of the Ancient Sun God, who personally delivered a heavy slap to Amon. Hope Amon appreciates this weighty paternal affection.]

[Day 2: I received an invitation from the Aurora Order. Told them I want it all… looks, brains, and combat prowess… and invited them to join my newly founded Joker Club.]

[Day 3: I met Leonard and acknowledged Gramps Pallez. Declined Leonard’s enthusiastic suggestion for the old man to move in with me, as I’d rather not have a old man critiquing my every move, even in private moments.]

[Day 4: I told Klein I plan to pray to a deity named The Fool. Watched his eyes widen in shock and kindly offered him some eye drops.]

[Day 5: I listened to Medici perform a two-hour comedy routine. Suggested he go professional and invited him to share a meal.]

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[Day 666: I fully absorbed a certain crawling chaos fragment within me. From now on, I am the Fifth Pillar.]

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