Leading an Explosive Revolution in Another World! Vol 2 Chapter 13

Molan sat down on a chair, crossed his legs, seeming completely relaxed.

“Anyone in with my idea?” He asked.

The commanding officers stared at him in silence.

If it were you would you agree? An unknown brat tells you to leave the ancient demonic beast to him, and will definitely thrash it until it cries for its mother, and even asks you to send out all your brothers to fight alongside him, that victory is reachable and is at hand.

Whoever believed that would an utter moron.

Obviously the commanding officers were not morons, and so they threw Molan out of the conference room.

Molan leaned against the door frame as his spittle flew.

“Give me a knife! Just a knife is all I need to prove myself!”

“Proves you are r.e.t.a.r.ded!”

They forcefully booted him out, and locked the doors after that.

William did not stop them, as he couldn’t believe Molan so quickly. Though he greatly appreciated Molan, the matter at hand was far too large and concerned the lives of tens of thousands of troops for him to believe Molan on a whim.

William gave a light cough.

“… Let us continue our discussion…”

Molan returned to the room and sat down on the bed with a very dissatisfied look.

“If only I’d brought you along.” He said to Shuoxue.

Shuoxue was currently stuffing her cheeks, which were round and bulging, and did not understand what Molan was talking about.

“Eh?”

“They don’t believe in my strength.”

Shuoxue swallowed, “What strength?”

“I said I could destroy the demonic beast, but they turned their noses up at me.”

“About that,” Shuoxue rubbed her ear, “Master, are you going to fight the demonic beast?”

“Yeah, if not how do I get back Tess.”

“But… You will die…”

Molan looked at her, got up and walked over, and rubbed her head.

“No way, I’ve become much stronger now.”

“Really?”

“Un, so I won’t die. But those people in the conference room won’t help me so it’s going to be a bit troublesome.”

“What do we do then?”

“Do it ourselves.” Molan gave a small smile.

“Are you done eating? If you’re done, then go back to sword form. We’re leaving for Kama immediately.”

“Wait wait, one last bite… Okay!”

Molan gripped the hilt, and swung the sword a few times in the air. Not bad, he said to himself.

“Now that I think about it, when you become a sword, where is what? Is the blade the head or is the hilt the head?”

“Master is currently gripping my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so rough.”

“Uwa!”

Molan hurriedly loosened his grip.

“Just kidding, hehe~ When I’m in sword form, my only body parts are the hilt and the blade, no b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so don’t mind it.”

“You don’t have b.r.e.a.s.t.s either when you’re in human form.”

“Hmph! Having is none is fine anyway, since you like flat chests, you lolicon.”

“Lolis are justice after all.”

He suddenly thought of something.

“No can do, there’s still something else to do.”

“What is it?”

“I have to change my clothes, I can’t see Tess like this.”

After the battles over the last few days, his clothes had become utterly torn, and even seemed like an abstract painting, and covered little enough that he would be hauled in by the police if they saw him walking on the streets. This was William’s room but all his clothes were too big for Molan. This was not a problem, and he easily found his way to the army base’s stores, knocked out the guards at the entrance, and proceeded to find suitable clothes.

“Master, won’t they make a fuss when they wake up.”

“Don’t care, I’ll be long gone by then.”

“You really don’t consider the consequences when you do things huh.”

“Just taking some clothing. It’s their fault for not having surveillance and alarm features.”

While replying shamelessly, Molan took out a set of clothes and compared it to his body, still too big, he threw it aside and continued his search.

Finally, he found a fitting white military uniform, and wore a raincoat over it ti prevent his new clothes from getting dirty during the impending fight.

“Fits very well huh.”

“Hnhn~”

Clothes were to people as saddles were to horses. Wearing broken rags onto the battlefield destroyed your morale before you even began, so you must always try and wear something more imposing.

Moreover, he was going to save the golden angel who was kidnapped by the big bad, and should appear before her in as cool as handsome a manner as possible. Zixia wanted an unparalleled hero, in a suit of golden sacred armor, to ask for her hand on a rainbow cloud. If the one that came then was an unclothed monkey, then that would be a pure comedy.

(TL: Zixia reference – https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Chinese_Odyssey)

b.u.t.tons all done nicely, hair neatly combed.

“Let’s go!”

Molan was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with confidence.

It was now the 13th day of the month of Metal, 14:00 sharp. The time left until the “transition” spell finishes the last step is just 10 hours.