Hundreds of graduates were summoned into the small colosseum. Having heard “You are the final remaining three” after coming to face this unexpected event, they were still in the midst of confusion—how is this three people? I don’t remember receiving a reward?
But they had no need to try hard to think on solving these question. After all, I was going to help them quickly leave starting now!
The power of Massacre(SS) which contained the Sword Ki of Holy Sword 2, enveloped in a black and white whirlwind, swept through rows of the graduates.
As timing would have it, my Job changed at the same time.
My Slaughter was at SS-rank, thanks to which the effect of Massacre(SS) greatly increased. Approximately 15% of my relatively overwhelming attack struck the graduates in an entire area. Only a small minority of the graduates were capable of withstanding this attack with pure defensive ability, while the rest managed to live because of special effects such as ‘area damage reduction’. Whatever the case, there weren’t many who survived.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
The formerly great number of graduates had become reduced in mere moments, and the colosseum which had felt as crowded as the heart of a marketplace became quiet.
“I, I give!”
“I give up!”
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The survivors who hadn’t been taken care of with Massacre(SS) shouted “I give up!” one after another as they made their exit from the festival’s closing ceremony colosseum. Theirs was a correct decision befitting of scum.
I took a sweeping glance around myself. One, two, three, four… only seven remained including myself in the rather empty colosseum.
Correction: only six remained now.
I cut down the fellow who had come attacking my back in a nice vertical line. He seemed to have been quite confident, seeing how his Job was Assassin, but even Job perks were meaningless when the disparity in Status was this great.
“Really! At least keep your trap shut if you’re gonna make a surprise attack.”
Did he think everything would work out with spirit and tenacity?
The next opponents to come at me was a beautiful couple. Their attires were a neat match too. Although they didn’t seem to have a fusion technique wrought by the harmony of Yin and Yang, their hot gazes towards each other were out of the ordinary.
It was the power of love which couldn’t be fully described with words!
“Use that on the bed, will you.”
Since the crime of being detestable didn’t apply, I was going to stomp on them easily. A couple was a combination that had far more flaws than synergy.
For example, even the individual skills of this couple weren’t similar; the man was far stronger. That being the case, I aimed for the woman.
The man blocked Holy Sword 2 which was launched thrusting forward in a straight line.
But the balance of his body was broken due to pushing himself over the limit to protect his beloved woman.
“The power of love. It’s good.”
For tightening the noose around your own neck, that is.
I had known from the beginning that things would turn out like this, which was why I followed up with another move as naturally as flowing water.
I landed a punch on the man’s lower jaw.
But his head stopped in the midst of bending backwards.
The man whom I had expected to fall flat on his back held on with persistence.
He even retaliated while his mind was still in a dazed state, swinging his sword which almost slipped from his hand.
He fought under pressure because he knew the woman behind him would be next if he was defeated. His mentality was truly easy to understand, and as such, I once again aimed for the woman using Holy Sword 2.
Crying out in outrage, the man grit his teeth as he blocked the blow, while I twisted the trajectory of Holy Sword 2 and directly slashed at him from shoulder to neck.
Crimson blood sprayed out from the cut, but it all disappeared before long.
“Hahah. It’s a complete game.”
This meant that it was a festival in the end, a fun celebration. You would revive on Earth with your Level slightly decreased upon death. It was in no way different from the restarting of a role-playing game. This being the case, I didn’t feel much interest—I had done nothing more than humor some graduates who didn’t have a single bit of seriousness in them.
“I, I give!”
The woman, who had turned deathly pale the moment the man died, immediately fled.
“Is there now… four left?”
I only had to deal with one more.
The remaining time was 8 minutes. That was plenty. But who to take care of so that I would be known as just and upright…
There was no need to ponder over who to pick.
“Hah! What a truly bad fellow you are! Going for a frail woman first? Can you still call yourself a heroic man like that?! I’ll carve into your unscrupulous bones what a true man is about!”
There was a man who approached me while taunting in this manner. His bold strides and eyes burning with fiery zeal were filled with the confidence that he would win.
Truthfully, I couldn’t at all understand his behaviour. Just what was it that made him so puffed up?
▶Answer: Maybe he’s like that from comparing your Statuses?
Miss Trainee Teacher, who had been remaining silent so as to not become a hindrance, abruptly stepped in to answer.
Compared our Statuses?
First, I examined the man.
▷Skills: Boxing(SS) Endurance(S) Tenacity(S) Agility(S) Indestructible Body(S)…
He was on the level of soybean flour that might barely be a match for one or two of the demon worshipers back at the great temple. He apparently came at me believing in this degree of ability.
‘Miss Trainee Teacher, how does my Status look like?’
▶Skills: Divinity(SSS) Fabrication(SS) Swimming(SS) Summon(S) Interpretation(A)…
Miss Trainee Teacher was doing work!
It was my first time seeing my secret friend exerting herself.
▶Pout: I helped you throughout the festival though!
In any case, my Status that was visible to others was extremely ambiguous. If you only looked at the Job ‘Slaughterer’, then I would seem like quite the fighter, but my Skill set was the example of a scammer who went around beaches and island villages, taking advantage of innocent fishermen and female divers.
Apparently, only the Skills I had learned during the Hero Festival were shown. It was understandable for that self-styled ‘real man’ to be so puffed up. However…
It wasn’t like my capability decreased just because it couldn’t be seen.
You take one! I’ll take one too!
I rotated my body while pretending to swing Holy Sword 2 sideways with my right hand, and launched a right roundhouse kick which carried that centrifugal force. We both attacked the other’s face, and the fight was settled right away.
“Didn’t you say you were a real man?”
My kick had landed exactly on the lower jaw of the self-styled ‘real man’, the result of him being careless from having dodged Holy Sword 2.
The awkward fist of the ‘real man’ failed to reach my face and landed on my shoulder, which only ended up breaking his wrist. Whether it be ability or guts, he wasn’t my match.
I didn’t give him the chance to say “I give up”. He would recover completely after returning to Earth, in any case. The key was to give him a blow that would carve into his soul an experience that couldn’t be forgotten even after going back.
I punched my fist deeply inside the fellow who had sung about being a real man, and activated Dark Energy(SSS).
I delightfully churned up the inside of his head, praying that he would suffer from nightmares every single night.
“This makes three.”