16 Chapter 16
Day 9 of NNN hope you are holding on... Stand Strong Brethren!
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"What master do you serve?"
'Huh?' Cale wondered while looking at the giant sword pointed toward his head. They both were a meter apart and were waiting for the signal.
Signal that basically meant 'Let Loose!!!'
Excitement ran through the air of the stadium. Their insane minds demand a blood show, brutal fights, and gore like none other. A dispute worth watchable was their only entertainment.
"Fuck him up 420... I paid a lot of money for your fancy sword." Shouted a greasy-looking daemon from the audience, with a meter-wide belly and face big enough to get shy in front of a baseball.
"Aye Master!" replied Cale's opponent. He was an old fighter in this arena. In fact, he was bred for this arena, enslaved upon birth he was brought up with only one thought in his mind 'Kill'.
"BEGIN"
Under the long gazes of everyone, the no.420 raised his sword toward Cale and muttered with utmost seriousness.
"What master do you serve?"
'Huh?' The sudden question left him a little surprised. Cale was ready to intercept that huge sword with his fingers, however, the deemed strike did not come. What came instead was a question.
"I serve no one" Cale replied as a matter of fact. In this forsaken city where the fetish of enslavement prevailed, he was a free soul untainted by the marks of Slavery. However, puzzled by his opponent's question he wanted to ask but stopped when he saw the opponent has made his move.
"Then I'll just dump your body outside the city. ORRAAA"
420 swung his sword with full force at his head. To the audience, the battle went from talk mode to fight mode real quick.
The strike was fast enough to evade everyone's focus but to Cale, it looked like the daemon was attacking in slow motion. Watching the sword gradually reach his face, he wanted to stop it. However, he quickly noticed some strange runes on the blade.
'Great Sage analyze those runes'
[Affirmative]
[Answer: A formation to channel magicules in hopes to create a sudden explosion]
At the moment of contact, the sword glowed before releasing the entirety of the magicules it collected from its owner in one go.
*Boom*
Smoke covered the 420's and everybody else's vision. The audience went wild the moment explosion rang. With loud cheering dying down everybody waited.
"Nice sword big guy and one more thing you talk too much" As the dust and smoke cleared up they were greeted by an unscathed Cale As if the explosion had no effect on him.
"Impossible"
420 muttered.
He was gobsmacked by the outcome. Staring at the grinning Cale he decided to strike again but harder. He was a simple daemon, for him if the attack had no effect then he just needs to attack harder.
Cale watched as the daemon was now attacking more fervently. And he was dodging each and every attack much to the displeasure of his opponent and the audience.
'Looks like he is out of tricks.' The entire fight he was waiting to be surprised. Maybe just maybe this new world would surprise him again.
'But guess not' Cale decided to make his move. The fight was dragging on too much so he decided to end it himself.
Rushing toward his opponent Cale punched toward its abdomen and used a roundhouse kick to throw his opponent away. While doing so he also managed to grab hold of the giant sword from 420's hands.
Holding the giant sword above his head Cale observed the intricate patterns all over it
'Great Sage'
[Affirmative Explosive rune formation acquired.]
He called out to the great sage in his mind to copy the formation. He might have a need for it in the future... For fun maybe...
"AAHGHh" 420 rushed toward Cale. It was a maddening sight for him. His beloved sword is in someone else's hands. He felt betrayed.
Channeling his own magicules inside the sword, it glowed with a much more greater ambiance. Feeling the sword ready to break out Cale stared at his opponent rushing toward him or rather toward his sword.
"Sweet" he muttered with a smirk and swung the sword right back at its opponent.
*BOOM* with a capital B
It was significantly more powerful, destroying everything in its path, the shockwave broke the barrier of the arena.
That day many people saw a big rising mushroom cloud from the center of the city.
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"Brothers look a huge dick cloud hic~"
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"Bahahaha I am Rich! so much money so much wine~ Kid from now you are my Best Friend"
Moro laughed while patting Cale's back. He betted all his money on Cale and received a totally positive response. Being a new fighter in the arena the odds were set against Cale.
"You should have seen their faces... 1:20... hahaha... I have enough money to drink for a week straight." Moro muttered while ignoring the glaring eyes of Cale.
Where one was cheerful the others were not. The explosion destroyed much more than needed. As such the arena committee revoked his reward and used it as compensation.
After the explosion died down Cale was greeted by wreckage from all sides. The sword turned into ashes... 420 was nowhere to be found. Deemed a victor he inquired for his prize but got outright denied.
'Even threatening them won't work.' The Red-haired daemon thought for he really tried to force them but it was for naught.
Their response was "We'll blacklist you from further fights otherwise."
"Cale-sama should not worry about the prize. From our sources, we came to know that it was just a skill stone nothing special, and for money, we Zarmon already have a lot of it." The Butler huffed while trying to clear Cale's worries.
"I'm not worried about that. And what is a skill stone?" Cale inquired. The explosion n all he cared shit about it. What he wanted was the Arena's ability to call upon stronger opponents to fight.
'Greater and Lesser Daemons are too weak and Arch Daemons can only be encountered in the arena.' He thought while mulling over another new term he got to know.
"Skill st-"
"Me me I'll explain" Disrupting the Butler Aria swiftly chimed in. She wanted to speak more to Cale but first that Moro and now her own butler, were hellbent on disturbing her date.
And so she took the opportunity to remind the group of guys that she existed too.
'Ooh I almost forgot she was there' Moro thought.
"Aria-sam-"
"Shut up... Cale-sama Skill stones are like puzzle pieces. When you collect every one of them you can get a common or extra skill out of it." She happily explained and finished by acquiring an expression that screamed Praise me~
"That's cool... But it should be limited to common and extras after all who would sell Unique skills..." In this world where skills define a person's very being no one was stupid enough to sell what makes them... them.
"Butler, can the arena provide me Arch daemons to fight?"
*Cough*
"Surely you jest Cale-sama. Arch-daemons are respected individuals. Immensely powerful they can only be challenged by those of similar standings."
"True I too only ever heard about them... Aah but there was one fight between them around 50 years ago... " Moro added while rubbing his head trying hard to remember.
"So it's going to be difficult" Cale muttered while thinking
'Similar standing... with an Arch Daemon... I do not know how I would become one for now... but-'
[Suggestion: Standing can be a matching power or a matching name. Be more influential or famous] { A/N: I don't know if Great Sage should know about the condition to evolve into an Arch daemon }
'OOhh I think that could work but for that, I need to fight more with those weaklings... Hah Life is hard...' or make some big moves in the city or just take over the city and nuke it or...
"Yosh I have decided" Clenching his fists Cale declared suddenly.
"What? Cale-sama~" Aria inquired curiously.
**********That's All Folks**********
I know that three days break expanded out of the plan. Anyways I'm back with my shitty story. Bear with it HAHA
Next chapter Timeskip n Moro's Disappearance.
Titan
