I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 39: The Important Thing Is An Unbreakable Heart

Indifference.

Ironically, it was the biggest obstacle to the realization of desire, and this emotion could be considered a byproduct of all kinds of desires.

Every being with a sense of self craved safety, and thus instinctively felt comfort in the act of doing nothing.

-Ding-a-ling♪

So, he didn't want to do anything.

If he could convert that emotion into strength, he would want even more fiercely to do absolutely nothing.

At this moment, with faint music coming from beyond the valley, Sloth felt more swayed by that desire than ever before.

Even though the sound felt familiar, he gave up on trying to recall the memory.

"...Sloth."

A low voice called out just as the desire intensified and his eyes began to close.

Drawn by the voice, he saw an orc standing guard with a mace driven into the ground.

Helkry. A new officer of the demon army who took the position after killing the former leader while Sloth was asleep.

"This duel does not end until one of you dies."

Although he was just an orc, Sloth had no particular thoughts about him.

Simply because he belonged to the Demon Army and was just a soldier, he had to follow the leader's orders...

Even as lazy as he was, he was not oblivious enough to forget such a sense of responsibility.

"Yes, I understand, Chief."

Yes, at the very least, a minimal sense of responsibility.

Sloth began to drag his heavy body for that reason alone.

Without any respect or regard for the opponent.

Just because he knew that this was the only way to be free from the annoyance.

"I commend you for not ending it with one hit, but in the end, that's all it is."

Having absorbed an impact akin to being hit by a chariot at full speed, moving any further would surely be impossible.

So, let this strike be the end.

Whoong!

The attack, swung from a distance, only hit the wall feebly.

It took quite some time before he realized that the target had moved away.

"...Heave, heave."

It wasn't a particularly fast movement.

His body was already exhausted, almost crawling on the ground.

It was just that his nerves were so slow that his reaction was delayed.

"Such an annoying resistance."

He crawled towards the spear he had thrown, clinging to the only weapon he believed could attack him, but that didn't translate to respect or consideration.

Even now, the music that reached his ears intensified his desires.

Why was this person choosing the hard way, struggling so desperately when it could be easier for them both?

"Why endure so much pain? It won't change the outcome..."

As Sloth pursued the desperately crawling figure with slow steps, he gathered strength in his fist once they were close enough.