Ruler Vol 6 Chapter 33




Author: Anit666

Editor: Weasalopes

【Sam’s POV】


⟦That about sums it up, right?⟧ I asked Maxwell and Simone.

My summary should be impeccable, but let’s ask just in case.

⟦Yes. That’s all you can know right now,⟧ the Hell Guard replied.

⟦Sed. Anyway, my first task to prove that I’m worthy of knowing the GP is just glorified political drama, eh? Cut me some slack, mate.⟧

The things he’s asking of an 18-year-old high schooler are downright preposterous.

I mean, going by the Isekai Adventures 101, shouldn’t my first mission be some fetch quest? Why am I suddenly being asked to one-shot the demon king?

Wait, the Demon Kings are my lackeys.


⟦Yet it was that 18-year-old high schooler who threatened to destroy our plans,⟧ Maxwell the bitch boy scoffed.

Why so serious?

⟦Oh come on, that was a joke. Develop a sense of humour or something, Maxwell, or you’ll remain single for the rest of your life.⟧

⟦I have neither the interest nor the need of finding a romantic partner.⟧

⟦That’s exactly what an otaku who has embraced the 2D world would say.⟧

Seems like someone has read too much hentai. Truly an example of progressive evolution.

Hmm, I wonder what his fetishes are.

⟦Don’t confuse me with yourself.⟧

⟦Why would I, virgin boy? Unlike you, I’m a ladies’ man who has had several trysts with women.⟧

⟦Ex-Sam did, not you,⟧ Simone interjected.

⟦Hmm, looks like it’s time to take the first step towards becoming Ex-Sam by having some hot and steamy premarital relationships. I’ll start with you, Ms. Simone.⟧


⟦Hmm, was it not you who asked me to fuck you myself? I’m just following your orders.⟧

Good soldiers always follow orders, and I plan to be the goodest soldier out there.

⟦I’d rather die.⟧

⟦You’re already dead.⟧

⟦I’d rather resurrect, then die again.⟧


She has hurt me.

Simone, you fucking asshole.

*Knock* *Knock*

Oh my, is it afternoon already? I wasn’t able to nap.

Getting all the information from these two fuckers and organising it took more time than I expected, which speaks volumes about the things Ex-Sam was up to.

The man is a motherfucking genius.

⟦Stop praising yourself and open the door,⟧ Simone said exasperatedly.

“Come in,” I said to the door- well, to the person behind the door, unless the door is haunted and knocked on itself.

⟦Why should I open it when it was the other person who knocked on it?⟧

⟦That’s exactly how knocking on door works!⟧

Fair point.

Anyway, the door opened and Phiria, the Manager of Life, stepped in.

At least close the door behind you.

“So, how may I help you?” I asked.

“You were the one who asked me to come pick you up in the afternoon.”

“That was just a nice way of asking you to get the fuck out of my room.”

Reading the room is not one of her specialities, it seems.

“Why do you keep trying to test my patience?” Phiria frowned.

Probably because you’ve acted like a massive dick to me, Phiria. Retrospection isn’t one of her strong suites either.

For the highest-ranking Goddess, she sure is bad at a lot of things. The future looks bleak.

“No reason,” I lied. “Anyway, seriously, is there any reason for you to come get me besides that?”

I would literally kick her out of the room if she said shit like, ‘Going outside is good for your health’.

“Going outside is good for your health.”


⟦Go ahead, kick her out,⟧ Simone smirked. ⟦Do it, pussy.⟧

⟦I’d love to, but I doubt kicking the Princess of God’s Realm in the butt would be the most tactical decision on my part. Besides, I don’t like hitting women.⟧


Just kidding, I’d dropkick her straight to hell for a corn chip.

“Well, a healthy walk it is, then.”

Time to get some cardio, I suppose.

However, the moment I was about to walk out, another head popped in from the hallway, “Hey, Sam!”

The voice was cheery while her expression seemed to be ecstatic, almost as if the person was happy to meet me.

Looks like she is Chloe, the mentally unstable girl who is apparently in love with me.

I’m actually genuinely surprised that she hasn’t stabbed Phiria for daring to be in the same room as me.

Either she has incredible self-control or she is in cahoots with Phiria.


“We are going out shopping,” she entered the room. “Would you like to come with us?” She asked with eyes full of hope.

Hmm, let’s see.

Do I want to stay near an unhinged stalker? Absolutely not, obviously. But it’s not like she can physically, mentally or socially hurt me, so accompanying her does not have any demerits.

I also don’t have anything else to do today; my schedule is empty.

I skipped today’s training session with the Heroes aka my classmates in the morning, and I’ll skip it in the evening as well because maintaining a work life balance is crucial.

And I also lost my memories so I don’t think I’m in the best condition to train others.

“Well, sure,” I said while glancing at Phiria, who didn’t seem particularly bothered over my decision.

I also want to spend some time with the other women in Ex-Sam’s life, and not because I’m romantically interested in them.

I just want to see how best I can manipulate them.

That sounds kinda worse, now that I think about it.

What am I, the guy on the protagonist’s side who’s secretly the evil mastermind?

Wait, that’s exactly what I am. Fuck.

“Perfect!” Chloe’s face bloomed with a beautiful smile. “I’ll let the others know. We’ll call you when we’re ready.”

“Sure, I’ll get my recommended 18-hour nap until then.”

“We won’t take that long, silly,” she giggled as she left.

Phiria closed the door and cast some magic spell (probably a sound barrier).

“Will you be alright?”

Is it just me, or does she seem genuinely worried?

Hmm, interesting.

“Don’t worry, maintaining a façade is my speciality. Fooling a bunch of lasses would be more than easy. But if you’re still not convinced, you can join us.”

“I’ll do just that,” she nodded.

“Ah, but please don’t tell anyone that I’ve lost my memories. Sherry is more than enough.”

A bunch of wankers telling me that I’m not the real Sam so I should just go fuck myself sounds like the stuff of nightmares.

“I have no plans of doing that,” Phiria rolled her eyes.

“I certainly hope so. Just leave everything to me.”

“Are you sure you can handle it? What if they see through you?”

“They won’t.”

“And how can you be so sure?”

This woman needs to attend a trust building seminar.

“Look, why don’t you just wait and watch? If I fuck up, we can just tell them the truth and work from there.”

“Wouldn’t it be better for us to work together to ensure that doesn’t happen?”

Wut? Was it not her who wanted to reveal my amnesia to everyone? Is she suffering from split personality, or are there two Phirias?

Don’t tell me… did she change her decision because she saw the merit in lying to the others?

Huh, seems like Phiria is capable of retrospection.

Fuck, how am I supposed to insult her now? My entire life has been ruined.


“Well, theoretically speaking, it would be a better option. But given the level of trust between us, we are more likely to fuck things up and blow our cover. So, leave this to the expert and sit back and relax.”

I’m a professional liar, while Phiria is a non-professional liar (or as I like to say, she’s a filthy noob).

The last thing I want is for her to get over-zealous and say something which doesn’t fit with my overall narrative. And given the type of person she is, I’m 97% sure she’ll end up doing just that.

“I can’t relax when it’s… you.”

Boy oh boy.

“Think of it as a test, then. If I succeed, which I will, then you can relax and leave things to me. If I fail, then you can take matters into your own hands.”

I doubt she’ll give up on this chance to control me.

“Hmm…” she squinted her eyes.

“Ah, but you cannot interfere with my plans. The moment you do, I’ll abandon everything and kill myself.”

“What?” She raised her eyebrow.

“I mean I’ll cancel the bet like any other normal person would. I’ll also go out of my way to foil your plans. So, deal?” I extended my hand for a handshake.

“…Deal,” she shook my hand, her eyes betraying her scepticism.

The next moment, someone knocked on the door, “We are ready. Let’s go.”

Now then, time to finesse some motherfuckers.




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