Chapter Two: Battle for the Penultimate Throne
Prism Rider, Ray Starling
We were greeted by Gideon’s immense outer wall, which I was actually kind of nostalgic for at this point.
There were fireworks bursting up above the city as if it was New Year’s. Did they have something to do with the upcoming battle between Tom and Kashimiya?
Once I led Azurite and Canglong to the count’s mansion, the quest was complete. If you ignored the freezing cold atmosphere created by Azurite and B3, the sudden bandit attack, and the encounter with F, I would say that it was fairly uneventful.
When Azurite rewarded me, she said that she might call for me again tomorrow. Also, after both she and Canglong had entered the guest house, B3 heaved a particularly long, deep sigh. The trip seemed to have taken a heavy toll on her.
“...You were really tense, huh?” I asked.
“Of course I was. My position in Altar depended on how well that quest went,” she said. “Unlike Eldridge, I actually want to stay in the kingdom.”
Apparently, she thought she was on the verge of being added to the wanted list. Honestly, I really doubted that Azurite would go that far. It seemed like she was just trying to get a feel for Masters like B3..
Following the incident at Quartierlatin, Azurite had decided to rely more on Masters, but whether that went well depended on both tians and Masters, not just one side or the other.
Altar had both worlders and ludos, and each and every one had their own outlook. I’d heard that most of the participants in the previous war were worlders, but it was clear that the kingdom also needed the ludos to stand a chance in the upcoming round two.
This quest was like a test. She entrusted B3 — a ludo and a PK terrorist — with an escort quest to see how she would behave. The dragon carriage thing might’ve been just a front. Even if B3’s ride was insanely good, the kingdom surely had a fair amount of dragon carriages that would have been well-suited for this trip.
Then again, despite being a PK terrorist who turned into a bad guy when she donned her armor, B3 was a sensible person, so it was hard to say that Azurite had figured out what all ludos were like just by observing her. Even Logan had been acting on the will of the imperium, though, so perhaps you could say that as long as the reward was right, ludos might be even more eager to contribute than worlders. Regardless, this event might’ve been one of the factors that would ultimately decide Altar’s guiding principles in the coming war.
We then went to meet up with Rook and the others.
The location was the same one we’d used when meeting up with Rook and Marie for the first time — the café with the open terrace.
“So I’ll finally meet your party and brother,” said B3 as we walked. “I’m a bit nervous.”
I’d thought it would be great for her to join us on our ventures, and I’d already asked what she thought of that. She’d said that she hadn’t had much to do lately after her clan disbanded, so she didn’t mind joining us.
“Ah. We’re here,” I said, as we arrived.
“Ray! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Rook called out with a smile. Marie sat next to him.
“It really has been a while, hasn’t it, Rook. You too, Marie,” I replied.
This reminded me that we hadn’t met since the day our plans to go to the ocean were disrupted by Tsukikage kidnapping me. It was only a week in real life, or three weeks in-game, but I felt like it had been way longer than that.
“Ray... I’m glad you seem well,” said Marie.
“You too... is what I’d like to say, but you actually don’t look so great,” I said, noting how tired she seemed to be.
“Well, I had this and that going on... Hm?”
Marie was usually like this when she either had too much Journalist work or was handling something Elizabeth-related, so with the match coming up and Elizabeth’s arranged marriage, it could honestly be either.
Also, she was glaring behind me, for some reason. Why? It was just B3.
“By the way, where’s Shu?” I asked Rook.
“He left the city for some urgent business. I have the tickets.”
Urgent business? Here? As in, not in reality? What could it be?
“By the way, who is that armored person there?” he asked.
“Ohh, let me introduce her. This is B3, my senior in real life and... armored?”
It took Rook pointing it out for me to realize that B3 had used Instant Wear to switch from her normal clothing to Magnum Colossus.
She was giving off her usual violent aura, and it was clear that she was ready to fight. “So... I have to look at your ugly mug once again, you goddamn hitman RPer.”
“And you haven’t changed a bit, you villain RPer.” B3 and Marie glared at each other, clearly ready for murder. ...I could feel their bloodlust even past their armor and sunglasses.
They seemed to know each other... Well, they were both fellow PKs who took part in the blockade around the capital. It wasn’t that surprising that they would be acquainted.
“Do you know each other from the capital blockade?” I asked.
“As if,” they both said in unison.
Huh? I guessed wrong? I thought.
“She ambushed me after my clan disbanded... Sometime after whatever happened here in Gideon,” B3 explained
...Seriously? I was wondering why I saw Marie so rarely back then. Was that the reason?
“What an awful way to put it,” said Marie. “I put my PK job on hold after I joined your party, Ray, but I received a lot of requests from newbies who wanted me to get revenge on the PK at Sauda Mountain Pass.”
...That explained it. Though, I wasn’t sure what to think about someone hiring a PK who was just doing the exact same thing north of the city.
Then again, not everyone knew that the PK in the north was the Superior Killer...
“Umm, did she PK you?” I asked B3.
“Hell no. I held ’er off. It cost me a bunch of accessories and items, though.”
“The matchup isn’t in my favor,” Marie said. “My basic shots just fall to the ground, and even Daisy did almost nothing because of your elemental defense and Dragonscale Wards. And why were you wearing that armor like you were expecting an ambush?”
“I’m really damn used to PKs who attack outta nowhere.”
“...Does she mean that wolf-eared musclebeast shotacon?” Nemesis wondered telepathically.
Each of those words totally fit Rosa, but stringing them all together is too much. Tone it down, I said.
“Ray was talkin’ a lot about some ‘Marie’ person. Funny as shit that it turned out to be you. I’ll settle the score before I join Ray’s party,” said B3.
“Fine by me,” said Marie. “I still need to complete the hit. White, black, and blue should do the trick. Coincidentally, those are the colors you’re going to be once I’m done.”
B3 readied her shields, while Marie brandished her handgun and dagger.
I didn’t think it was a good idea for the kingdom’s top PKs to fight in town in broad daylight.
Oh, wait, I thought. We’re in Gideon.
“Why not use an arena?” I asked.
“That wouldn’t be PK, then, would it?!” they replied in unison again, totally rejecting my suggestion.
...Why are these two so in sync with each other?! Are they secretly close friends or something?!
“They are similar in personality, so perhaps this is less about their history with each other and more about simple hatred for one’s own kind,” Nemesis commented.
They’re not that similar. I mean, aside from the fact that they’re both bespectacled PKs who hide their identities and tend to reliably provide polite and thorough exposition.
“Umm, shouldn’t you stop them?” Rook asked.
“I should. The PK seems unavoidable, but that’s not something you do in the middle of a city.”
Honestly, they should’ve been moving to some mountain far from civilization. But they were even more ready to fight than before, so there was no telling what might set them off now. It was clearly “kill or be killed” between them.
...Why was it that so many women around me seemed to have some kind of “battle switch” that made them hunger for conflict? My sister was the most obvious example.
“But how can I stop them?” I wondered only a moment before the presence of a third person startled me so much I let out a gasp.
I wasn’t the only one who felt it. Nemesis, Rook, and even the two battle-crazed women were staring at the source of this presence.
Who could blame us? After all, it was more overpowering than even the women’s bloodlust. As for who caused it... “I sense an overworld match. It’s rare for them to happen outside of Tenchi.”
It was a boy clad in woolly clothing, sporting blades that didn’t suit his small frame and wearing an expression full of excitement for the upcoming bloodbath.
“I would like to take part in your overworld match,” he said. “I haven’t had one in a while now.”
The boy was The Unsheath, Kashimiya “the Guillotine.”
The bloodlust of some of the kingdom’s greatest PKs attracted the greatest.
Needless to say, the battle was immediately called off. The two were aware how pointless it was to fight with Kashimiya present. I couldn’t help but notice how they were rubbing the back of their necks sheepishly. Kashimiya, however, looked somewhat disappointed.
Anyway, though B3 and Marie’s bloodbath had been called off, they still wanted to settle the score before joining the same party, so they’d decided to do it in the arena.
I considered watching their match, but Kashimiya stopped me, saying that he wanted to have a word with me. Apparently, he hadn’t found us just by chance — he’d actually been looking for me or my acquaintances.
Whatever he wanted to talk about, it seemed pretty serious, so I entrusted Marie and B3 to Rook and talked to Kashimiya.
“So, what do you need?” I asked. My only real link to Kashimiya was the time Rosa attacked me on the way to Torne, but if that’s what this was about, he would be better off talking to B3.
If it wasn’t that, then what could it be?
“You recently defeated the Hell General, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Now I understood. Logan was a Dryfean Superior, as well as their top-ranking duelist... though, I’d heard that the King of Thieves had defeated him and taken his throne.
Did Kashimiya want to talk about him, as a fellow high-ranking duelist?
“I want to ask about the skill you used to defeat the Hell General,” he said. “How fast can it get?”
Huh? That wasn’t the kind of question I expected, I thought.
“I saw the video. I believe that the skill gains more speed and power the longer you charge it... do I have it right?”
He clearly meant Payback Beyond the Stars. Apparently, it wasn’t Logan he cared about, but that particular skill of mine.
“Not exactly,” I answered. “It does need to be charged, but it’s for the process of converting the damage I received from the enemy into power, range, and speed. The speed is actually proportional to the damage taken.”
I wondered if I should be revealing so much of my hand like this, but I figured that it was now public enough knowledge that people would have it figured out sooner or later; I decided to just come right out and say how it worked.
“I... actually don’t know how fast it can become. When I used it against Logan, it had 60,000 AGI, but I’m pretty sure that’s not the limit.”
“Hmm...” Kashimiya pondered something for a moment before speaking, “Thank you, Mr. Ray, for explaining it to me, even if it meant revealing the nature of your ability. I’m indebted to you.”
“Hey, don’t be. People would’ve had it figured out in no time.”
“Even so, I insist. Also, this might be impudent of me, but could I ask you a favor?”
“What, exactly?”
“When you have time, I would like you to use that skill on me in a mock battle.” I’d sparred against rankers many times by now, so I had nothing against Kashimiya joining them. There were probably many things I could learn from the kingdom’s third duel ranker and strongest PK.
But... why did he want me to use Payback Beyond the Stars?
“This might sound arrogant, but... I actually don’t know anyone who’s faster than me at the moment.”
“...Which is why ‘The Kingdom’s Fastest’ is another one of your nicknames, huh?”
“Exactly.” B3 had told me that nobody could beat Kashimiya’s speed. Even the Figaro was said to be far slower than him.
“However, cutting down those who are slower than me does not help me train to cut down those who are faster.” That made sense. I’d more or less gotten the point.
Payback Beyond the Stars gained more speed the more damage I’d accumulated. Theoretically, if I took enough damage, I might be able to outpace even The Kingdom’s Fastest. Kashimiya wanted to face that and maybe learn something new. The Unsheath was part of the “The One” series of jobs, so perhaps it had something to do with skill creation.
Personally, I didn’t mind cooperating, but...
“Hmph. So you basically want him to act as your pitching machine,” said Nemesis.
“Ah. Umm... I’m sorry!” Kashimiya apologized and bowed his head, feeling that he upset Nemesis somehow. Honestly, she did look slightly offended.
“Nemesis?”
“Just think about it, Ray. Just how badly would he have to cut you up to get the speed he needed?”
“...Ohh.” That was a problem. The very fact that we were talking about this meant that he was at least faster than Figaro. It was possible that I would have to take 1,000,000 damage to reach his speed.
“By the way, what’s your AGI?” I asked.
“Normally, it’s 5,000.” Huh? That’s unexpectedly slow... “But it’s 500,000 when I’m using the art of sword drawing.”
...Scratch that. What the hell is with that speed?! And what’s with the giant gap between the two numbers?!
“...To pass that with our skill, we’d have to take 5,000,000 damage,” I said.
“Oh... that doesn’t work,” Kashimiya replied. Even at my current HP, that would mean basically dying hundreds of times. How long would it take and how many potions would I have to drink? It was best to not even think about it.
“Cutting you up that much would be inappropriate, so never mind about that...”
“Yeah, thanks.” Not even I could handle all that. It’d turn me into mincemeat.
Anyway, though we wouldn’t be doing everything he asked, we did agree to have a mock battle sometime. New sparring partners were always good in my book.
I decided to hang around and chat until the three who’d gone off to the arena returned. I did consider going to watch, but I didn’t know which one they’d be using... and honestly, I was kinda scared of seeing what was going on there.
“Hm...” As we talked, I belatedly noticed something about Kashimiya. His weapons were enormous katana — odachi — linked to chains capped off by decorations shaped like rabbit and shark skulls. He had two of them, both of which had the rabbit skull biting into it. They were about ten centimeters longer than Kashimiya was tall.
Such large weapons were clearly unfitting for a boy his age, and he seemed on the smaller side, too.
I also didn’t forget that Kashimiya’s job was The Unsheath. That was a job focused around iai — the art of drawing the sword, cutting down the opponent, and quickly resheathing it. Not even a full-grown man could do that with odachi like these, and he was just a boy.
“Umm, is there something wrong with my swords?” Kashimiya asked, curious why I was staring.
“I’m just wondering how you can perform iais with those.”
“Everyone does...” So I wasn’t the only one with this question.
However, the answer that followed made me somewhat confused.
“When I demonstrate, people don’t even see it...”
“What?”
“It seems to be caused by the difference in AGI.” He’d said that his was 500,000. It’d gotten him the title of “The Kingdom’s Fastest,” so it wasn’t that weird that no one else could perceive it when he employed his sword skill.
“Hey, what was that about your AGI being different when you’re drawing your sword?” I asked.
“It’s the effect of ‘Godlike Unsheathing.’ That’s the ultimate passive skill of The Unsheath, and it multiplies my AGI by 100 only while I’m unsheathing a blade.”
That made sense to me. Real life experts of iai were said to be able to do it so fast that it looked like the sword never even left the sheath, and this skill was basically that taken to the extreme. My guess was that he could instantly cut down anyone who entered his range. It was a potent skill indeed, but like I’d been told, it seemed to be a bad match for Tom.
If it ended after the first swing, he wouldn’t be able to get rid of all eight Toms at once.
“All right, I get that you’re too fast for anyone to see you draw them, but how do you draw them? I mean, your arms aren’t even long enough to pull them all the way out, right?”
Kashimiya nodded in response and stood up.
“Well, I can show you how I am before I draw them, so let me demonstrate.”
Saying that, he assumed a posture.
It seemed to be a sword-drawing stance, but it was odd. His left hand — which would normally be holding onto the sheath — was just hanging in the air. His right hand, however, was on the grip, where it was supposed to be.
Just as I was thinking that unsheathing the sword would be impossible like that, the chains connecting Kashimiya’s waist with the blade began moving on their own.
The rabbit skull-shaped holder bit into and held the sword’s sheath in the air. It was as though the chains were taking over the left hand’s role and holding the sheath for him. Was this his...?
“You haven’t seen anything like this before, have you? This ‘tachio’... sword strap is my Embryo, Inaba.”
Inaba... as in the Hare of Inaba, clearly.
The long chains fixed the sheathed odachi in the air — specifically, at a level that made it easy for Kashimiya to unsheath it.
“A chain... no... an auxiliary arm Embryo.”
“Yes.” That answered that question. These chains explained why Kashimiya, who was small even for a boy of his young age, was able to unsheath these large blades. With support from something like this, even children were able to perform iais. Aside from the strange quirk of replacing his left arm with a chain, his stance was quite masterful.
His aura was so intense that it was hard to believe it came from a young child. My survival instincts were raising the alarm, warning me that my head could be on the ground the very next moment. This was probably what B3 and Marie had sensed.
“Thanks,” I said. “Now I get how you draw your sword.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad I was able to answer your question.”
He then relaxed his stance, instantly dispersing the tense atmosphere around him. Maybe he was releasing a surge of some sort of “grandmaster swordsman’s essence” or something.
...Why was an elementary schooler capable of anything “grandmaster?”
Then again, the world of Dendro was no stranger to outliers of any age.
“Also, if you don’t mind me satisfying my curiosity... are these odachi both MVP special rewards?” I asked. The two blades in different sheaths — one red and one blue — seemed to have an unusual presence. The red one in particular gave me a feeling similar to what I’d felt when looking at Figaro’s Gloria ? and Xunyu’s Suling Yi. If the chain was his Embryo, were the weapons special rewards?
“This one is like a special reward, yes, but the other one was crafted for me by a smith I knew back in Tenchi.” The former was the red one, while the latter was the blue one. “It’s made out of Mythical metal. It’s very reliable and it helps me a lot in duels and the like,” the boy added, all smiles, while holding the odachi with the blue sheath.
There was a subtlety there that I definitely noticed.
“You can’t say the same about the one with the red sheath?” I asked. It was as though he’d said that it was unreliable and didn’t help him in duels.
“This one... It gets moody when I try to use it inside duel barriers.”
...So, it has a mind of its own? Is it cursed or something? I wondered.
“Perhaps it’s of the same kind as Gardranda?” Nemesis commented telepathically. “The bracers aren’t saying anything now, but they do possess intelligence, yes?”
Oh yeah, they were much like that.
“So, when you fight Tom tonight...”
“I won’t use it. Mostly because I won’t be able to. I just accept that, though. It’s a blade that doesn’t leave its sheath unless it will be used in a real battle to the death, or at least an overworld match against a Master.”
What a blood-crazed hunk of metal... “But then, how do you repair it?” I asked.
Or is it best maintained by cutting living creatures? That’d fit a cursed blade perfectly.
“No. It does come out for maintenance. Like so,” he said, taking out maintenance equipment such as Japanese paper, a pot of oil, and polishing powder before removing the odachi from the red sheath without any issue at all.
It was a fancier blade than I’d realized. It had an intimidating aura, and the “Horobimaru” kanji on the blade made it look pretty cool, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was looking at an unruly pet that became obedient at the promise of treats.
We talked for quite a bit longer before Kashimiya stood up.
“I will be leaving now. Thank you for talking to me today,” he said.
“No problem. I’m looking forward to your match against Tom, as well as our mock battles.”
“Same here! I’m looking forward to them, as well!” he said, beaming. It made him look like an ordinary boy his age... and a really good kid in general.
...But that just made the bloodlust he’d given off seem all the more out of place.
“If I may ask before you leave,” Nemesis spoke up. “Do you wish to fight those stronger than yourself for the purpose of skill-crafting?”
“Yes.”
“I assume you would create a powerful speed-based skill you can use against Tom?” As far as I knew, Kashimiya had lost against Tom several times now, and the reason for this was Tom’s Octachrome Cat — Grimalkin.
That was the fearsome ultimate skill that allowed Tom to split into eight different people, as long as one of the eight was still alive. Kashimiya had nothing that could counter it, so he’d suffered multiple defeats against Tom by now.
With that in mind, trying to develop a counter was indeed a very good way of preparing for the... fight... Hm?
Nemesis, that can’t be right. While we were still considering it, Kashimiya said that he wanted me to help whenever I had free time. Therefore, the skill he would make wouldn’t be for use against Tom.
“That isn’t exactly the case,” said Kashimiya. “That isn’t why I want to craft a new skill.”
“Really?”
“Also... I already have a counter.”
“Eh?” question marks appeared above our heads.
“I already have a means to remove all eight heads of the Monster Cat Mansion.” He said that as casually as he would speak about buying groceries for dinner, looking completely certain of his victory.
His attitude didn’t match the carefree words at all, however.
“I’ll show you the skill in today’s match. I’m sorry if you don’t see it,” Kashimiya said before bowing and leaving.
From the back, he looked just like a small child. However, the intimidating aura he’d given off when he mentioned that he had a counter to Tom was much like the one I’d felt when I’d first met Xunyu before The Clash of the Superiors... only even more deadly.
“...The world is truly full of absurd children,” said Nemesis.
“...Indeed it is,” I nodded before sighing in relief as tension left my body.
After Kashimiya left, Rook and the others returned. It... didn’t look like the issues between Marie and B3 had totally vanished, but at least they had nothing against partying up now.
For the record, I didn’t ask which one of them won. I felt like that would be like throwing fuel on some still-hot embers.
Anyway, with all four of us here, we headed to the central arena.
“So Shu’s been training you since then, huh?” I asked.
“Yes!” Rook replied. “Ah, but... it was hellish.” He remembered something that made the smile on his face vanish.
O, dear brother of mine, do not cast my friend into hell, I thought.
“After the battle training, I just did some powerleveling,” he continued.
“What level are you now?” I asked. With my Paladin level at 100 and Prism Rider level at 40, my total level was now 140. As a low-rank job, Prism Rider was capped at 50, but I still hadn’t decided what I would take after I maxed it out.
“My total level is 290. My current main job, High Tamer, is at level 40. I already maxed out Tamer and Harlot.”
...He’s more than double my level! I thought in shock. This gave me flashbacks to the time before we partied up at the capital. “I know I’ve got college and stuff, but he’s so far ahead of me now,” I muttered.
“...Rook always gets stronger so fast that we don’t even notice it,” Nemesis added, and I was inclined to agree. I could totally imagine coming back to find him with all his low and high-rank jobs maxed out... or perhaps even with a Superior Job.
His “Harlot” job made me raise an eyebrow, but apparently he’d taken it because it offered a passive skill which increased the success rate of Charm. That skill, along with his tamed monsters, was his lifeline, so I could understand his reasoning.
“During this round of powerleveling, I used XP-increasing items and traveled through high monster population areas with Babi and the others. I still had money from the incident a month ago.”
“XP-increasing items... Didn’t know they existed.”
“Oh no no,” said Marie. “Just so you know, even with an XP boost, you never get levels as fast as Rookie did. If XP boosts were that powerful, Journalists would be in higher demand.”
So they weren’t that extreme, huh?
“I just had lots of free time. After the incident with Gerbera, I spent about five real life days not sleeping or resting so I could just hunt constantly... I’m actually kinda sleepy... right... now...” Rook said, his head wobbling like it had earlier.
“Hey! Take care of your body, damn it! That can’t be good for the real you!” I cried out.
“I did some training to help me stay active for longer without sleeping. I’m totally finay and oke.”
“Now you’re not even speaking properly!” Nothing ever showed on his face, so you could never tell if something was wrong with him!
“I’m not getting much sleep, either,” said Marie. “I’ve been busy with preparations recently...”
“Preparations? You’re gonna cover today’s big duel?” I asked.
“No. This is for the DIN-sponsored... Oh dear, I can’t say that yet.”
“Well, that’s fine, I guess. I did notice that you looked tired, though. So that’s what it’s about, huh? I assumed it was related to either the duel or Elizabeth’s marriage interview.”
Marie and Elizabeth were close, so I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d been asked to do something for the interview. “There’s some ordinary journalists covering today’s duel... Wait. Hold on a second. What did you just say?” Marie grabbed me by my scruff and glared at me.
I’m scared.
“On my way back here, I was acting as Azurite’s... the first princess’ and the third prince of Huang He’s bodyguard,” I explained. “During our chats, I learned that Elizabeth and the prince would be having a formal marriage interview.”
At hearing this, Marie buried her face in her hand and threw her head back.
“...I-IT’S OVERRRR! THE WINNER IS THE UNSHEATH, KASHIMIYA! WITH THIS, KASHIMIYA RISES TO SECOND IN THE RANKIIIINNGS!” The announcer belatedly realized what was happening on the stage and hurried to announce the conclusion, which was followed by a roar from the crowd. It wasn’t praise of the winner or the duel itself. Everyone was merely... confused. Just like me, they wondered when it had even ended.
And so, without anyone seeing the conclusion or any sign of it... the duel was over.
All that we knew was that Kashimiya ascended to second place in the rankings, giving him the right to challenge Figaro.
...Wait, no. There’s one more thing.
“Hm? Ray, why are you spacing out like that? What’s that ticket in your hand?” Nemesis asked.
“...I bet on this duel.”
“Again? So, just like on The Clash of the Superiors, you bet on the one who had higher odds, but this time ended up losing, eh? That’s how gambling usually goes. How much did you bet, anyway?”
“Fifty.”
“Fifty lir? That’s absurdly little.”
“Fifty... million.”
“...Hold on. Wait, wait, wait, wait, YOU IDIOT!”
Nemesis gave me an indescribable look, grabbed my collar, and shook me back and forth.
“F-Fifty mi... A-Are you stupid?! That’s so much money, so much... EEEEHHH?!” Unable to process reality, Nemesis couldn’t even speak properly.
Marie and B3 looked at me with faces asking “What did you do wrong?”
Rook, however, was all smiles, clearly following the whole thing.
“Nemesis. You’ve got it all wrong. It’s the other way around.”
“Wh-What do you mean?!”
“I mean that... I bet on Kashimiya.”
“...Huehh?”
Nemesis was now so dumbfounded that it looked like her mental circuits had shorted out.
“I went and bet on Kashimiya. He looked pretty confident when we met him today.”
And he went on to win. With his odds being 5.5x, my 50,000,000 lir was now 250,000,000. Wow.
“...I have so much to say that my words are all stuck in my throat. I’ve just got one thing for you,” Nemesis spoke with a completely exhausted expression as she stared into my eyes. “Stop gambling. It’s scary.”
Those words, coming from the bottom of her heart, left me unsure how to respond. All that came out of my mouth was...
“...Does gacha count as gambling?”
In response, I received a very familiar dropkick.
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