The setting that forms the framework of the worldview, the background of the main characters, and the big events and ending have been planned to some extent.
But it was just a rough idea, and I didn't even know how the story would progress after 20 chapters.
It was clear that even 20 chapters, which I knew right away, would flow differently from the original once the variable 'I' became involved in this world.
That means I have to end this with only the 'settings' that I know.
"Ah... What a punishment."
Fucked.
"Then what about me?"
I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
A mask covering half my face, cloudy eyes. As I slowly took off the mask, a hideous appearance was revealed that made it hard to believe it belonged to a human being.
The flesh that had melted and flowed down, probably scorched by something, was so disgusting that I couldn't bear to open my eyes and look at it.
'I set it up, but it's even more terrifying in reality.'
I put on my mask again.
Abel Croy,
the wizard in charge of auxiliary magic in the warrior party.
That's me.
An appearance that makes you vomit just looking at it, a gloomy personality, and a stutter.
A taboo black magician.
Demon worshiper.
I was the person who had all kinds of negative elements nailed down.
Although I couldn't handle attribute magic, I was top-notch in auxiliary magic, so I was selected for the warrior party.
Due to my terrible appearance and hopeless social skills, I was treated as an outcast even within the party, and to make matters worse, I listened to contemptuous words from the woman I had a crush on and eventually turned black.
In other words, this is a character who will die somehow in the flow of the story.
But what was more important was not my death. Whether I die or not, the destruction of this world is certain.
Why?
"Abel. Our companions are calling you."
Because of that guy.
Carl Damian, a man with a simple smile like a country boy who has just arrived here.
He was the porter in the warrior party. I glared at him silently.
"Abel? Why are you glaring me like that?"
I thought to myself as I looked at his bright face with no sign of murderous intent.
'Can I kill him now?'
Damian said with a worried face.
"… Abel? What's going on?"
A simple face with both kindness and concern. I answered with a faint smile.
"Sorry. I thought about something else for a moment."
Damian smiled softly.
"I see. Abel is a famous wizard, so I believe his mind is always busy with endless inspiration. I will tell the rest of the group well, so please feel free to come down when you have gathered your thoughts."
Damian, standing in front of the door, looked back and said, "Ah. Come to think of it, you speak better today than usual. Are there any changes? Congratulations."
As Damian left the room, my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the floor.
"I almost fell behind before I even started."
It was just a fleeting moment, but I felt it clearly.
At the same time that I had murderous intentions, he was also thinking of killing me.
'It's definitely a body without an ounce of inner strength.'
Even if I used the black magic I had hidden, I could never picture myself winning.
"Fucked, really…"
How on earth do I kill a guy like that?
Damian, the main character of this work and the porter of the warrior party.
A feeling of extreme regret washed over me.
Why did I do that?
Why did I make such a crazy person the main character?
Why did I plan the ending in which the main character ends this world?
Why did I set the main character as the strongest fighter in the martial arts world?
'That damn pride! What is that damn rebellious spirit? It's original, it's stupid, and I'll just make it passable!'
If I had the option of becoming an ally, I would just lie down and lick his toes.
However, at this point in the flow of the story, I was one of those named on his kill list.
Even if I regret it now, nothing has changed. I don't want to die. I need to survive, and I have to support my parents.
'What a hard time I've had!'
I had no intention of being killed in the novel I created.
Now I'm finally starting to see the light after all the hard work, but I couldn't end it in vain. The water had already spilled.
Rather than blaming the situation, I must accept reality and figure out how to survive.
Okay. This is how I stubbornly survive and change the ending of the story.
To do that, first...
I must prevent that murderer from being expelled from the warrior party.
It was urgent to take action right away while holding my head and worrying.
I hurriedly opened the door and went down to the first floor.
The group was gathered in a corner of the inn.
The warrior Ras, who was sitting at the head table, laughed.
"Our slug is late again, Abel. Can't you go early with the auxiliary magic you're good at? You always use it to catch things in your room, so you're not late."
'That bastard!'
In reality, it was even more cheesy than I imagined. I wanted to blow his head off right away, but it wasn't the time yet.
I bit my lip, forced a smile, and let out one letter after another.
"… Sorry. I'll come early from now on."
Damian looked at me with an apologetic face. I knew it was an act anyway, so I didn't think anything of it.
Ras clicked his tongue.
"Tsk. If it weren't for that damn auxiliary magic, I'd get rid of you right away... Wait, now that I think about it, you're not stuttering today? What's going on?"
The red-haired woman next to him looked at me with disdain.
It was Lin Mage, the wizard in charge of firepower in the warrior party.
"What do you think is so great about that? Anyway, that idiot is good at nothing."
Saint Lea chimed in,
"But auxiliary magic is quite useful, right?"
"It's useful! It should be considered an honor just to use an idiot who can't even master an attribute as an assistant! Isn't that right, Teresa?"
Knight Commander Teresa just watched the situation with dull eyes.
"…"
Be patient, be patient. I have to be patient.
For now, I have to endure it first... Wait a moment. Do I really have to endure it?
Anyway, the reason we gathered here is to expel Damian, the porter, for the future distribution of rewards.
Since most of the Demon King's army executives are dead, victory for the hero party is virtually guaranteed.
Since I had used it enough, I was going to give it away and send it away.
"Lin is right. Isn't that right, Abel? If it weren't for us, you would have been a beggar in the slums for the rest of your life, but thanks to us, you've become a member of the honorable warrior party, right? You should hurry and say thank you."
The minimum number of people required to maintain a party is five.
Since this was a rule set by the emperor himself, no matter how brave the party was, it could not be refused.
"W-What…"
Rars said, giggling.
"What, I thought it was fixed, but you're stuttering again? Yes, that is our Abel. You look good in it."
If I leave first, Damien won't be kicked out of the party right away.
Anyway, from the point of view of those bastards, it would be better for me to leave as they have to distribute more than Damian, the porter.
Clank.
A gold plate symbolizing membership in the warrior party was thrown onto the table.
The day we meet again will only be the day of your memorial service.
"You should really be thankful, you incompetent bastard? Eat poorly and live poorly for the rest of your life. I'm going to kick this shitty party."
Ras looked at me with a puzzled face.
"…"
It was then. Damian's expression distorted, and he stuck his chopsticks into the back of Ras' neck.
It happened in the blink of an eye.