[Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint] The Tyrant Refuses to Level Up Alone

The teacher always says, "Orange isn't a child who likes to think."

Her underlings say, "The boss just prefers to let her fists do the talking."

Her parents always pat Orange on the head. "When your fists can't solve a problem, Orange, that's when you need to start using your brain."

Orange is clever. She just doesn't like using her brain.

She knows a lot, and understands what kind of world this is and how society works. Her parents took her to see the sunset, the clear rivers and mountains, and the sea. She has gone diving underwater, and is skilled at using a hang glider and parachute.

Her parents love her very much, so Orange never had to use her brain. She used her fists to beat up every classmate who mocked her for being dumb, then made them her underlings.

So when monsters appeared in the subway, killing people for fun, Orange followed her instincts and charged in swinging her fists.

Monsters? I'll beat them up.

Bad guys? I'll beat them up again.

Demons? Orcs? Foreign gods? I'll beat them all up!

With overwhelming strength and an ironclad sense of self, Orange set out on the path others called that of a tyrant.

"I don't care," Orange said, knowing full well what her actions would bring.

"I just want everyone to survive, and those who shouldn't have died deserve to be remembered."

"Of course. That's why we've kept moving forward all this time." Someone affirmed the feelings in Orange's heart. In a dark corner, Orange, curled up like a shut-in, narrowed her eyes. She couldn't make out the faces of the people standing with their backs to the light, but when she saw the hand reaching toward her, she took it without hesitation.

And so the tyrant gained allies, and the tyrant gained retainers.

"Ally, your wait hasn't been in vain. I'll clear away the obstacles for you. This time, you'll clear the game in one life."

P.S. Click to see Orange beat up the constellations and punch ghosts.

P.S. The author has no brains, so Orange gets called brainless too. I can't write a genius, waaah! (wipes away tears)

P.S. Don't read this with your brain switched on. The author doesn't know what brain-melting antics she'll write next, either.

Theme: The beauty of humanity shines bright.