189. Illegal Martial Arts Competition (2)
“It’s nice to meet you like this.”
“Nice to meet you too! ·····They say it is narrow even if it is wide, but now I think I understand what you mean!”
Oliver and the chubby warlock went to a less crowded corner and greeted each other.
He lost some weight while not seeing it, but given his somewhat weakened vitality, it seemed that he had lost it through hardship rather than through exercise.
But apart from that, he was genuinely happy to see Oliver.
“You don’t know how nice it is to see a familiar face here.”
Sincerity. Oliver answered.
“Yeah, I’m glad too. A while ago, the gray market opened and I went to visit again, but it was a pity that I couldn’t see it.”
At those words, the chubby man put on a surprised expression as if he remembered it.
Along with him, he lit up various emotions such as a little anger, wonder, curiosity, and curiosity toward Oliver.
“ah! right····. You… no. It’s not insulting, it’s not. for a moment····. Hmmm, big!”
The chubby man created a more complex emotional vortex than when he first met Oliver.
At that time, he had a clear sense of purpose to do business well, but now he was in a more confused state than then.
I have something I want to say, but I am not afraid. Oliver told him.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’d appreciate it if you could tell me.”
Hearing the answer, the plump man looked at Oliver’s complexion and said, ‘Whoah…’ and sighed.
work for the heart. Then he gave strength to my courageous voice.
“…is your name Dave? An emerging and powerful solver in Area T.”
“Well·····. I don’t know if he’s a strong solver, but it’s true that he’s Dave, a solver working in Area T.”
“ha······. I made a deal with a big guy.”
The chubby man muttered helplessly as if he had no idea.
When Oliver asked about this, he immediately told me why.
After making a deal with Oliver, he said that he was spending time as usual, but suddenly the number of customers increased one by one.
“Is it because of me?”
“Isn’t that the case when you say you came here seeing the giant gluttonous pouch used by the T area solver? .
“uh·····. I’ve used it a few times in the black market, is it because of that?”
Oliver asked, slightly startled. Because I didn’t know how other people would look at me so carefully.
There were some people who looked interesting when Big Mouse swallowed things, but… Forrest’s warning didn’t seem to be false. A large gluttonous bag reveals Oliver’s identity…
Dinklage, who was quietly listening to the story, intervened and asked.
“It’s not common to imitate the gear of a good solver. But, I don’t understand? …No, I’m not arguing, right? Wouldn’t it be nice if the guests came thanks to you?”
Dinklage asked like a chubby man. Like a man who runs a gym in the rough Zone X, the way he asked questions was a bit aggressive.
Perhaps such an attitude was burdensome, the chubby man responded calmly with courage, even though he was scared.
He was afraid, but he seemed like a person who knew how to be brave.
“greatness····. It’s not about chasing. Rumors spread strangely. I’m the kind of person who can make a bag of gluttons who listen to me.”
“ah·····. Can’t you warn me like you did?”
“I did more than that! ············································································································································································ such a magic bag······························································································ ··. But, no one listened! I saw you put it to good use and said it was fine.”
“Then, it’s your friend’s fault!”
Dinklage exclaimed. Although he was small, his voice was louder than anyone else.
If the surroundings weren’t noisy due to a martial arts match, everyone would stare at them.
I wondered why I was here, but Dinklage soon gave me the reason.
“This friend is a hogu, no, a member who pays several times the membership fee at my gym! You dare to argue? Oh, don’t interfere. Believe me. It sounds like you’re trying to get some money out of it, but this is my specialty. cancer!! cancer!!!”
“No, it’s not, how many times did I pay the membership fee?”
“… now that’s not important!”
messy conversation. The chubby man waved his hands in denial.
“No, no, no… not like that I am not a salesman with a conscience enough to blame customers. I just want to ask you something.”
Sincerity. Oliver asked.
“What are you curious about?”
“Are you using your glutinous rice bag without any problems?”
Oliver thought and nodded.
“Yes, sometimes I hate to work, but if you comfort me a little, I work hard.”
In fact, Big Mouse was a huge help in Oliver’s work by devouring anything for a single bill.
It swallows a huge amount of corpses and objects and stores them conveniently.
“Anyway, what was the problem?”
“I made and sold it to some customers, half of them could not handle it, and the other half were vigilant and attacked by pockets of gluttons and were injured or killed.”
“ah·····. Really?”
Seeing the plump man’s feelings, he knew it was true, but Oliver still couldn’t believe it and asked again.
At least in Oliver’s experience, this chubby man’s glutton bag was both excellent in performance and convenience.
“Really. Otherwise, I am not here.”
The chubby man later talked about how he got here.
It is said that the shelves were removed due to customer protests and reports from nearby warlocks, who were rivals, and the gray market manager claimed a large amount of damage.
“What is the cost of damage?”
“exactly. I said that the reputation of the business was lowered because of me. Also, they said that they took care of the angry customers with their own money. Nonsense, but I couldn’t figure it out.”
“Why?”
“I got a gun, and I don’t know how to fight.”
“ah·····.”
Afterwards, the chubby man said that he got a job at a black magic workshop managed by a crime firm.
Because I didn’t have money, I had to fight with my body.
They said they believed that a chubby man could make a bag of gluttons, despite rumors, and forced them to do so.
“There were many warlocks who were as pitiful and good as me.”
“Ahh·····. How did you escape?”
“I stole the workshop items and set off firecrackers filled with the energy of black magic in broad daylight. The paladins came, and while the workshop became a mess, I was the only one who escaped.”
For some reason, I felt like I had heard a similar story from Murphy.
“··········What is it? Good luck.”
“What luck? If the crime perm found out about this, they would have killed the cannons alive. Judging by his size, it would take all day.”
“That’s why I am here.”
“Are you being helped by gangs who help fugitives?”
Oliver asked based on the knowledge he had learned in the past.
“exactly·····.”
The chubby man nodded and answered. His voice and emotions shook as if he was worried.
Dinklage had noticed, too, so he approached the chubby man and talked to him.
“You seem to be worried about something, can I talk to you? Do you think I could be of great help?”
An arm that gently grabs you. The chubby man panicked and tried to back away, but Dinklage wouldn’t let him go. It was like a predator that caught prey.
Dinklage spoke to Oliver.
“If it’s okay with you, can you wait here? The game will start soon, and I need to talk business.”
“Business?”
“Yes, business.”
The chubby man shook his head in great bewilderment at what was said regardless of his will, but Dinklage did not let go and dragged him somewhere.
The chubby man shone on Oliver’s request for help, but Dinklage’s emotions were only a flash of greed and opportunity, no murder or malice, so Oliver couldn’t see him.
“Come on, let’s go. go.”
“No, wait a minute. Why are you so strong…”
Dinklage and the chubby man disappear into the dark hallway.
Oliver turned his head to look at the stadium.
As Dinklage said, the fight was over and they were preparing for the next match.
A mass crushed on one side of the face was carried out, and those who lost the bet threw their tickets into the air.
A huge wave of emotions such as joy, anger, joy, and sadness shook and the next player entered before the heat was gone.
Joe wore only pants and completely took off the top.
His toned muscles and a few scars on his body were conspicuous.
audience. In particular, the women greeted Joe with cheers. There was a talk before that he was from a player, but he seemed to be quite popular.
‘I don’t think Joe is in a good mood for something like that.’
Oliver thought as he looked at his lower emotional state than usual.
After a while, the next player came out.
Contrary to the expectation that there would be a tough man, the opponent was a skinny poker man, and the appearance was not suitable for such a match.
Rather, he had to lay him on the bed right away.
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Nevertheless, the numerous spectators gathered at the stadium were not puzzled or ridiculed. Rather, there were those who expected it.Come to think of it, the player’s body wasn’t just weakened.
The faint but lingering remnants of black magic spoke of this.
Loose muscles, out-of-focus eyes, missing hair, tattered teeth and nails.
All of them are side effects that appear in people who abuse their black magic to the limit.
“Inject the medicine!”
The men, who seemed to be the players’ colleagues, forcibly fed and injected drugs with the energy of black magic.
Then a change occurred.
The athlete, who was about to collapse at any moment, was dyed dark red, and his height and muscles grew remarkably.
Similarly, the level of oil generated from nothing.
The body shook as if it had burned the last life, and the spectators around were frightened by the transformation and backed away.
The only thing that was calm there was Joe, the other side.
As if Joe had seen this kind of thing a lot, he took out a test tube from his waist and extracted his emotions, illuminating his tired feelings.
Unprocessed emotions.
With him, he used Burning Life to strengthen his entire body in a light-weight line, and then wrapped a small amount of black suit and black armor around the attacking areas such as arms and legs.
“like······. You are great.”
Oliver mumbled in admiration.
Although his physical abilities and melee combat abilities far surpassed Oliver’s, he wasn’t very good at dealing with black magic. He didn’t give up and seemed to find the best way to use it by practicing and researching again and again.
Looks pretty threatening.
The audience, who was afraid of whether they felt a sign of victory, chanted Joe’s name and waved tickets in the air.
“Knuckle Joe!”
“Knuckle Joe!”
“Knuckle Joe!”
In the midst of the shouts, Joe and the opposing player facing each other.
The bell rang to signal the match, and the two players collided.
***
“What’s going on here?”
After finishing the match in fifteen seconds, Joe, who had come down, stumbled upon Oliver and asked.