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Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

Chapter 591: Tower of the Sage 🏰

Published: September 10, 2025

Correction made on 2018/8/21.

Partial revision made on 2018/8/20.

This is Satou. While I enjoy the pre-experiment considerations and the experiments themselves, I’ve never really liked compiling the results and writing reports. It’s like being a programmer who loves coding but hates writing documentation.

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“Hmm? No one’s here~?”

Neither Arisa nor Hikaru was present at the teleportation destination.

I quickly scanned the marker list.

—An otherworld.

“Let’s go, Tama.”

“Okay~”

I held Tama snugly under my arm and moved by unit placement into the otherworld Arisa had requested.

“Looks tasty~?”

In this fantasy otherworld filled with candy houses, Arisa and Hikaru were fighting someone small, clad in tattered cloaks.

The small man was effortlessly dodging the arcane magic and fire magic that Hikaru and Arisa cast silently.

In fact, it seemed Hikaru and Arisa were the ones being toyed with by the small man’s nimbleness.

—Wait? Nana isn’t here.

Checking the map, she appeared to be fighting three demon race enemies at quite a distance.

Using spatial magic to observe, I saw the demons looked like cute angelic figures, so it seemed Nana couldn’t take the offensive.

“Tama, please help Nana.”

“Got it~”

Tama disappeared into the shadows to support Nana.

Arisa, having distanced herself from Hikaru using short-distance teleportation, unleashed a high-level fire magic that burned everything around the small man.

The scent of burnt chocolate and marshmallows wafted fiercely on the explosion’s blast.

Hikaru followed up by striking the burning candy houses with a “Divine Might Javelin” as large as a telephone pole.

The massive spear gouged the ground with a roar and scattered candy debris around, but it seemed the small man wasn’t hit, as he was climbing the spear at incredible speed.

Information popped up on the AR display beside him.

While climbing the spear, the small man crouched or twisted in mid-air seemingly to dodge invisible spatial magic attacks silently cast by Arisa.

—Level 99.

The small man knocked away fifteen of Hikaru’s “Multiple Spear Dance” javelins with a single swing of his arm and then kicked off a foothold in midair to approach Arisa and Hikaru.

When he deflected Hikaru’s magic earlier, I glimpsed his bare skin, which had a greenish hue.

—He has countless titles.

Arisa grabbed Hikaru and tried to distance themselves from the small man using short-distance teleportation.

That cloak had a high-level perception interference function, but it couldn’t hide the AR display.

—“Demon King.”

Among the countless titles, that was the first that caught my eye.

Other titles included “Demon King,” “Goblin Demon King,” “Imp King,” “King of Demon Beasts,” “Swift One,” “Coward,” “King of Lies,” and “Apostle of the Thief God.”

Although his level was a little lower, judging by his titles, he was undoubtedly the “Goblin Demon King” the first hero of the Saga Empire defeated long ago.

The small man vanished into a black mist mid-jump and appeared behind Arisa, who had just finished short-distance teleportation.

His arm was wrapped in dark purple light, and his fingers, shaped like a sword hand, extended into long claws resembling blades.

Sensing his presence, Hikaru quickly turned around and blocked the claws with countless glowing shields.

That was the defensive barrier of the late-model Fortress I equipped Hikaru with.

The shield sparked briefly upon contact with the claws and seemed to block them, but in the next moment, it was torn apart like butter.

The claws closed in on the shocked faces of Hikaru and Arisa—

“Kyaaaaaa!”

“Ughhh!”

—then their screaming figures disappeared from the small man’s sight.

“Tch.”

The small man turned toward me.

—Skill unknown.

Though he had no title indicating so, he seemed to be a reincarnator as well.

“Huh? Master?”

“Brother Ichiro!”

Arisa and Hikaru’s surprised voices came from my arms.

“An Irregular has come… I wanted to take one or two major pieces, but it’s about time—”