The Fourth Period Is Modern Chinese (Continued)

"No, there's a flaw in that theory."

If that theory held up, the internet would be full of top-tier writers and editors. We could speak the truth objectively because we didn't have to take responsibility. Come on, everyone, let's anonymously tear apart trash anime and trash light novels again today, all to set the world right!

As I played at being a righteous internet vigilante in my head (not that I had ever actually done that).

"Take a look."

Hiratsuka-sensei picked up the stack of papers, pulled out the one at the bottom, and handed it to me.

"Damn! This man is too strong!"

"We're all above level twenty, and we can't even touch a single finger of his!"

Having witnessed my astounding swordsmanship, the bandits' legs and voices trembled—

"Heh, my apologies. My level—is maxed out."

I raised my greatsword, capable of splitting even stone, and swung it with blinding speed—

Whoosh—!

—The gale howled past, followed by an instant of silence. One after another, my enemies collapsed.

For some reason, victory always left behind a feeling of emptiness—I turned around, preparing to leave the silent battlefield.

"Th-thank you, Sir Paladin!"

A pitifully sweet voice came from behind me—it belonged to a village girl attacked by bandits in this nameless frontier.

"Heh, a paladin—"

But I no longer had the right to be called by that nostalgic title. I was merely—a traveler.

"What an interesting woman—be careful on your way back."

—Twenty-four days remained until Night of Destiny.

The dashes were still annoying as hell.

And had that woman even said anything interesting?

Also, it felt like seventy-five days had passed from the beginning to this point. Was it really okay to still be writing this kind of everyday plot? Had the Demon King appeared yet?

"Well?"

"It's readable."