Chapter 111
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He—Ryūgūin Ouji—despises the people of this world.
The reason is simple and clear: they are of lower caste, and he is the human positioned at the very top.
Ryūgūin holds a kind of supremacist ideology, sticky like mud clinging to him, believing that those positioned at the bottom of the triangular pyramid naturally deserve whatever treatment they receive from those above.
When he was first summoned to this world, this true nature of his was somewhat hidden. However, after realizing how solid the position of a Hero is and grasping his own power, his arrogant attitude began to surface quite early on, revealing his true nature.
He believes that his 「creative」 work alone will improve this world.
He doesn’t have even a shred of desire to actually make this world better, but the praise that would be directed at him for doing so is what matters most.
Every time he recalls his triumphal return after conquering the Blade Dungeon, he feels an overwhelming exhilaration accompanied by sexual excitement.
For Ryūgūin, it is forbidden fruit. And it is the ultimate, unbeatable sweetness that he can never get enough of, no matter how much he consumes.
However, before that, the expression of Ryūgūin’s so-called 「creativity」 requires a process of turning the idea of 「I want to make it like this」 into reality.
Any attempt or invention likely requires countless trials and errors, which takes a great deal of time.
Moreover, just because you put in the effort doesn’t mean it will necessarily succeed. To accomplish something, you need money and people, of course, but what’s most required is something like conviction.
Only after going that far can you say you’ve achieved something “creative,” but Ryūgūin Ouji, of course, doesn’t possess anything as grand as conviction.
In fact, if he were to hear that word, he would probably respond, 「Conviction? What on earth can you do with something so vague that you don’t even know if it exists?」
Now, to begin with, Ryūgūin usually thinks that jobs that use his head, or rather, jobs above that—in other words, jobs that use people—are what can most effectively utilize his talents.
Of course, he believes he possesses creative talent as well, but there’s no need for him to work himself.
He can just throw out ideas, and whoever wants to move can move.
If knowledge is lacking, use someone who has knowledge.
If skills are lacking, use someone who has skills.
If labor is needed, bring in people from wherever and make them work.
This approach suffices for everything.
Indeed, many people have succeeded with such methods. However, that’s the result of a highly capable person with overwhelming charisma and sense standing at the top with firm conviction, steering the project as a guiding light.
But such things don’t matter to Ryūgūin Ouji.
What’s necessary is the result—and that it succeeds.
If it fails, it’s because incompetent people messed up.
If it succeeds, it’s his achievement.
All of this is only natural.
After all, he—Ryūgūin Ouji—is the greatest, best, and strongest Hero of all time.
In the end, all the achievements of the lower classes must undoubtedly belong to him.
Indeed, this was his conviction.
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While Ryūgūin embodies the phrase 「laugh, commoner」 (instead of 「laugh, Vegeta」) with his overwhelming class difference, of course, there is a heaven-and-earth gap between the image he has of himself and his actual abilities.
Even though he’s not completely incompetent, if he would just act based on proper thinking, it would be fine, but he doesn’t do that.
This is a story about his work.
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He loves high-end bars with female entertainment, but he also loves the town’s taverns.
That’s because he gets fawned over by various ordinary people. However, he can’t do without the female entertainment either, so his routine when going to a town tavern is to bring along two or three girls.
Well, that’s why on that day, Ryūgūin happened to go to a tavern to party. He overheard an old man at the next table talking about how this year’s crops were poor and he was troubled.
Ryūgūin, high on excessive alcohol and praise, feeling so good that he offered to do something about it with his typical condescending attitude, saying 「I will.」
He was like an isekai version of 「The Laughing Salesman.」
No, my apologies.
That was a very disrespectful comparison to the man in the black suit.
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There are many cases where things aren’t done not because no one does them, but because it’s pointless to do them.
Even games like Reversi and chess were popularized by past transmigrators in this world. As Yamada knows, this world has fluffy bread, curry, and even stew. If you search, you can even find chocolate.
No one mentions it, but of course, things familiar to isekai stories, like carriage suspensions and that well thing, have already spread.
The boy who knows his own ignorance—Yamada Ichiro—briefly considered boasting about his isekai summoning knowledge, but quickly realized it was impossible and didn’t speak of it.
In contrast, he—Ryūgūin Ouji—looked down on the cultural level of the other world from the start, didn’t investigate anything, and maintained a condescending attitude.
In this case, it’s clear as day which approach was the optimal solution.
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To put it bluntly, he declared he would make a manure pit, something he didn’t know how to make.
It was a 「creative」 situation, but he was dead serious.
It’s hard to understand what he’s saying, but he stated, 「If we make a manure pit, the crops will grow well!」
This world already has alternatives to manure pits, but he doesn’t know that.
The farmer who received, or rather, was forced to accept the offer, kept a pale face throughout the Hero’s every word and gesture, inwardly regretting, 「It’s over… We’re done for…」
He didn’t know a single answer to the mountain of problems: how to collect manure, how to transport it, what the conditions for fermentation are, and so on.
But he provided, or rather, forced upon them his vague memories that couldn’t even be called fragments of knowledge, saying, 「Just ferment it and cover it with leaves, and everything will be solved!!」
Moreover, when the farmer tried to gently refuse several times, each time he intimidated them, saying, 「Are you trying to trample on my—the Hero’s—kindness and tarnish my honor? Well, if you understand that and still want to stop, I won’t stop you.」
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As a result, the soil was ruined.
But that’s because that incompetent person hindered the process.
Every time something happened, they kept complaining from the sidelines, saying it’s impossible, it’s about money, money.
Isn’t it your job to figure that out?
Right?
As if he wasn’t feeling bad enough already, in the end, the foolish commoner disappeared from this land without even expressing gratitude to him, the Hero.
He feels nothing but anger at such irresponsibility.
There’s no way someone like that could succeed anywhere they go.
The nerve of a monkey who was granted knowledge—
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