64 – There Are People You Want to Kill Even in the Comedy World.
A special match.
This match was a stage prepared solely for a selected few. It wasn’t that there were no spectators, but due to the barriers, the stadium was not visible. Most of the audience considered this a break time and left their seats.
“I never imagined something like this.”
“I imagined it, but I didn’t know how it would be brought to the stage.”
Upon Toto-gen’s weak words, Ansho replied with a sarcastic tone.
“Yes, that seems to be the case.”
Toto-gen looked down at the arena with a vacant expression.
“You should have witnessed this scene firsthand.”
“Why are you thinking about a stupid dead guy? Don’t ruin the mood with your unappetizing remarks when there’s an interesting stage in front of us.”
Toto-gen nodded at this. Having tortured and brainwashed Lian countless times, he had lost half of his sanity. He wasn’t completely insane, but he acted weakly like an elderly man of his age.
Witnessing the foolish appearance of Toto-gen, who had tortured and brainwashed him, serving as his right-hand man, Ansho regained his senses one night and brutally murdered him before escaping.
There is no death more disgraceful than dying at the hands of a slave one has raised. Ansho despised even mentioning the foolish Toto-gen. The past when they were bound together as “brothers” was disgraceful.
“This is the difference. The difference between him and me. I ultimately created the greatest stage, and he foolishly lost and died.”
Ansho insulted the deceased Toto-gen, wearing a more bitter expression than ever before.
“Alright, let’s calmly watch the stage.”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
Totohagen’s voice, which had seemed to age rapidly because of Lien, regained its vitality.
And so, the match began.
***
“What is this?”
[Hmm? This fog is definitely Lediaholson.]
“Lediaholson? What’s that?”
As I silently questioned the sword, an immediate answer came back.
[It’s one of the poisonous fogs commonly found in the Demon Realm. If you inhale it, it makes you perceive everyone around you as enemies, even if they’re allies.]
“It’s extremely dangerous. But why is it here? We’re already enemies with our opponents. There are no allies.”
[Indeed, that’s true.]
“Does it have any other functions?”
[Well, a slight excitement effect? It puts you in an awakened state, making it easier to get excited and rush at your opponent.]
“Oh, I see.”
[It also has excellent visibility-blocking properties.]
“Indeed, I can’t see anything in front of me.”
As I conversed with the sword, I extended my sword while stepping outside. Then, something about the size of a fist flew above my head and hovered. It was said to serve as a kind of camera.
I was warned not to break it because it was extremely expensive. Although there were several layers of defensive magic, my sword’s power was so strong that I received multiple warnings.
“Let’s cut down anything that comes our way and charge in.”
As if muttering, the Maken trembled. Naturally, my hand trembled too.
[No! It’s not a stage, it’s been a while since I’ve been in a match! I can’t do it! At least let me shout three technique names, and also the lines!]
In an instant, the Maken, who had thrown away its dignified image, lay on the ground and threw a tantrum. I looked down at it.
“Ah, I got it. I’ll do it for you.”
[Shout three technique names, and lines too…?]
“All of them, you mean?”
[Of course!]
As if answering as if I would listen, the Maken floated up. I became the person holding the sword properly.
“I got it, so calm down a little.”
At the same time as those words, the Maken contracted. It seemed pleased by the slight trembling.
“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a match, that’s for sure.”
The Maken had been in a match for a long time, enough to get angry and say, “What’s the point of drinking blood when there’s nowhere to use it!”
“Let’s be careful not to make any mistakes.”
Thinking that, I headed towards the center of the arena.
Kuwong, kung, kuwoong!
As if confirming the truth of the saying that there is an exhilarating effect, my heart began to beat faster. I blinked my eyes slowly, as if I had consumed an excessive amount of caffeine.
I felt something approaching from far away.
“Now, hand over the control, partner!”
In response to the excited tone of the Maken, my body automatically assumed a posture. It was different from when I had destroyed the training ground a while ago. The sword in my hand was a longsword.
“hehehe, I have arrived!”
I’ll definitely try out all sorts of lines when I first appear, but it was funny to see myself blurting out anything because I was so excited. I thought about pointing it out, but I decided to just let it slide and have fun.
[ Well, who wrote that! Come out right now and face Gargandoa -… ]
Swish!
Before his words even finished, a light flashed before my eyes. In an instant, my body turned and I blocked the attack of his sword.
Swish, clang –
In the midst of the swift exchange of attacks, I confirmed the face of my opponent.
“This crazy…”
A stubbly chin, eyebrows like worms, thick 3cm-long eyelashes stuck to eyes like buttonholes, and thick, red lips painted with bright red lipstick.
Blond hair that clearly looks like a wig, a square jaw that is close to being angular, and a round body that makes you want to cry, just like a dumpling.
Below the knee-length brown coat, there were thick, bushy hairs visible on the legs.
The curse rose up to my throat.
“Why is that crazy pervert here?!”
A crossdresser.
The presence in front of me was a pervert who often appeared when I was in high school. The school I attended was co-ed, but his target was always boys.
The body of the opposite s*x is pixelated, but the body of the same s*x is not. What’s with that sound?
“I definitely thought I would slice that bastard.”
The memories of the past, when I said, “Ah, my eyes!” flashed through my mind. The thing he was holding and chuckling about was a long purple branch.
In that moment, I lost my sanity.
“Gargandoa, quickly kill that bastard!”
[ What? But… isn’t that ▉▉? Will it be okay? ]
“What did you say?”
[They said it’s fine.]
“I can’t hear the beginning of the words.”
Chaeng -, Chaengjaeng.
Even though it was so dark that it couldn’t be seen in front of their eyes, they could continue the conversation calmly because the moving thing was a magic sword.
[Oh, is it a mental interference? It must be because of the radar hole. Wait, there’s no way you would be affected by a mere radar hole. Strange things are happening.]
As the magic sword muttered to itself, it told them to wait for a moment. At the same time, the area around the magic sword began to shimmer with a crimson light. The crimson light moved to the handle and the back of the hand, and spread throughout my body.
“Huh?”
At the same time, the pervert in front of them changed.
“Iris?”
[Yes, that’s your younger sister. I asked if she’s okay.]
“Oh, no! You can’t kill her!”
[Well, just to that extent.]
If it had been a recently fallen magic sword in this place, it would have been easy to subdue Iris for the magic sword that had consumed hundreds or thousands of people’s blood every day.
***
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Iris realized that her body felt heavier than usual. She thought it might be due to the dense fog surrounding her, but it wasn’t because of the fog.
Iris raised her sword for Lian and the warrior’s bloodline responded, enabling her to harness a tremendous amount of divine power. However, now her sword was pointed towards Lian.
Even if she wasn’t aware of it, the divine power that had bestowed immense strength when reaching out a sword to the being she had tried to protect was no longer fulfilling its role.
Because of that, she was completely enthralled by the fog.
“Hoo, hhh…”
Iris took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and stared fiercely at the person in front of her.
The man, wearing a dull shirt with a leather armor covering his heart, knee-high boots, and loose pants with roomy thighs, was grinning maliciously while brandishing a longsword.
…He used to be a merchant in a slave shop where Iris had briefly stayed.
He unleashed brutal violence on the slaves, never stopping his fists and kicks until his own anger was satisfied. The slave trader didn’t stop there.
He would drag out children who seemed close to each other and squeeze them right in front of her. He would ask if the close friend would take the beating instead, and if they said yes, he would continue hitting them until they were on the verge of death.
The reason he could destroy the merchandise to that extent and still be fine was because the slave trader was the son of a huge upper-class family, and the slaves who were about to die were given cheap potions to keep them alive.
There were also cases where the effects of the potions wore off while another slave trader was looking after the slaves, resulting in them dying in piles. In such cases, the delinquent slave trader had to answer for everything, so there were hardly any cases where the delinquent slave trader had to answer.
Iris hadn’t been there for long, but she remembered the horrifying days vividly. Even the existence that she could call her “friend” died by that man’s hands.
If her rationality had been functioning properly, she would have realized that the “dead man” couldn’t appear in front of her at that time. But Iris’s rationality was impaired by the poisonous mist, with more than half of it paralyzed.
An eerie heat filled her mind, and her breath became harsh. Her bloodshot eyes glared at the man’s sword.
“I’m going to kill you…”
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