Chapter 6 Part 2

Heddwyn drinks a potion to heal his burns and missing fur and takes a huge leap backwards as Beerwolf spews a torrent of hellfire at him.

"Damn you Heddwyn, stay still!" Beerwolf yells.

"*Giggle* Not a chance young pup. You're dangerous, your flames are hot enough over here." Heddwyn summons a large amount of water, it even makes a crescent. He launches it at the Hellhound, extinguishing his flame.

Beerwolf gets knocked down by the wave of water and stands back up moments later coughing. "Ugh, gross. I swallowed some."

Heddwyn appears behind the Wolfman, dagger in hand. He holds the blade to his opponents neck and twists an arm to minimise their movements. "Surrender Beerwolf, I cast a strong strength buff, you can't hope to break free."

With much hesitation the Wolfman accepts his defeat and surrenders. "There we have it folks! We have a winner!" the announcer yells with enthusiasm.

With her voice in the background Heddwyn takes a look at His Majesty. He isn't standing, but he is giving an applause. Heddwyn releases Beerwolf from the hold and bows his head slightly to the Wolfman. "That was fun, thank you for a good fight."

Beerwolf doesn't answer, he just walks away, hands in his pockets. Showing his contempt of the results.

"Let's get right back into it! Is everyone excited for the final match for the first round?" The announcer says. The crowd replies with a deafening roar.

"Alright! Let's introduce our final contestants! On the left we have our final orc. He can amplify his emotions into power. In other words, he has the Emotion Attribute. Give it up for Sulun!" The crowd is excited, they applaud and cheer. "And his opponent, and the final contestant in the Dragon festival! He's a wolfman, the alpha of his people, and being brothers with the other Wolfman we saw today. He has the Gyromancy Attribute. Commanding the force of gravity onto their opponent.

Hearing this, Sulun starts to sweat and the gate opens, revealing the opposing presence of the Wolfman Alpha. "Yeah, I'm not winning this, I would like to resign." Sulun yells to the announcer.

"It seems Beluf has been given a free match! He moves on to the next round." The announcer says. The crowd erupts into an uproar, disappointed that they didn't get to see this match.

We are back to the Royal Infirmary as Haider and Heather make their way there and Christopher and Ibun are having a heated discussion? Kinda, it's about metals. Ibun is now sitting on a bed next to Christopher, I presume for social purposes.

"I'm telling you, iron is not the best metal to use for chainmail. Using steel is much more effective. It's got a good shine, it's stronger, it doesn't rust, and it's cheaper!" Ibun passionately says.

"I'm sorry but I have to disagree, mithril is better suited. It has the same strength as steel and is lighter. Why can't you see that?" Christopher says.

"Have you ever seen a chunk of Mithril? Hmm?" Ibun says. Christopher opens his mouth but no instance comes to mind. "That is exactly why Mithril isn't a good fit for armour or weapons. It's too hard to find, therefore making it super expensive."

"Alright. I guess you're right." Christopher says with a heavy heart.

"There should have been no doubt i'm correct. I'm a dwarf, and daughter of a smithy. Not many others can come close to the amount of knowledge a dwarf has, especially with the treasures below the planet's surface." Ibun says.

"I'm sorry. I'll certainly be coming to you if I have any interesting artefacts. Oh actually." Christopher takes off the magical item that was given to him. "What can you discern about this?"

"Give it here." Ibun asks, reaching out a hand. Christopher gently places the wristband in her hand. As Ibun is examining the magic item, Heather and Haider walk through the door into the room.

Christopher puts up a hand to keep quiet for a moment. Heather sits next to her brother and Haider sits next to her. Heather asks what Ibun is doing.

"She's examining the wristband that I got back on that mountain." Christopher whispers.

"You mean that wristband that allows us to gain cold resistance?" Heather asks. Christopher nods in reply.

Ibun runs her fingers along the patterned design of the enchanted piece. "Where did you acquire this item?"

"Why? What did you find?" Christopher asks.

"It's incredible. This is incredibly powerful. It grants the bearer near complete cold resistance. Enough to withstand the -100° temperatures at the top of Mt Mininan. It also enhances the wearer's constitution slightly, not by much, but enough to make sure that even the slightest bit of cold is ineffective." Ibun explains.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure where it came from. It just materialised on my wrist." Christopher says.

"I know where. I have one too." Heather says, holding out the arm the item is held.

"So, how did you acquire such an item?" Ibun asks curiously.

Heather tilts her head up slightly. "Uh, how exactly should I put this?...It was given to us by a Dungeon Master by the name of Crearwy Gibby."

Ibun's expression turns to dread. "You're telling me that, a Dungeon Master gave it to you? Then that means you were in a powerful domain. Why didn't they kill you? Wait, Crearwy Gibby? Doesn't that mean noble light?"

"It does, but not in our language. It was just translated from a speech from the other world. If this Dungeon Master has a name like that. It's safe to assume they're a reincarnation." Christopher says.

"They are, but how did you know all that just from his name?" Heather asks.

"There are a few language texts made by a otherworlder from the past. It's vast, but one of these languages is Welsh, which seems to have quite a few similarities to our own. Another is Japanese, which is a bit more complicated to grasp for me but it's more agglutinative which I'm guessing means pitch makes a difference. I can't speak it, but I can read it at least, the same with Welsh although I'm confident I can speak the latter. It's tricky to start but easy to remember, the letters don't change much." Christopher rambles.

"R-right, oh, we got a little off topic. So we know they're an otherworlder from a country called Wales. Which probably means they don't have hostility towards human and human-like races like the humanoids, elves and dwarves." Ibun says.

"I didn't have you for the smart type." Haider says.

"Yeah, well looks can be deceiving." Ibun jokes. "I'm nowhere near as clever as your brother though. He may know quite a lot, but he is overconfident."

Christopher scoffs. "I don't deny that either. It's an issue I'm having difficulty getting past." He sighs. "Getting back on topic. I don't think I can definitely say much more than what has already been said about this Crearwy. I would like to see this person myself after this tournament."

"I didn't 'see' him. He was talking through a Golem, a Stone Golem I think." Heather says.

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(Narrator) ERROR...ERROR...ERROR.

(OMINOUS ENTITY) <REDACTED>! What did we tell you about interfering with the Record Of Important Mortal Perception.

(Narrator) I'm sorry <REDACTED>. I just thought it would make the R.O.I.M.P have more substance.

(OMINOUS ENTITY) *sigh* I did give you this personality. Fine, but don't overdo it. You're not supposed to be known to them.

(Narrator) But he is a Spatial mage, he's going to see me at some point.

(OMINOUS ENTITY) And if he does. Tell him nothing, you hear me, <REDACTED>?

(Narrator) *cough* Alright, what's happening? Seems we missed a bit of the story. No matter. Time flows differently in the void. It looks like Christopher and Ibun have been cleared to compete once again. Hopefully we haven't missed much.

Back at the coliseum, muffled chants of Heather's name can be heard from the crowd.

"Well, I already know I have no chance of winning. But I'm going to give it my best shot." Ibun says.

"I'm not going to be using Willow during our match, I need to train them a bit more." Heather gives an excitable hug and leaves to sit next to Haider.

"Sorry for the delay everyone! But thanks to Christopher, we still have a full tournament to watch. He did need some time to recover from that amazing Healing spell we saw him use, so we have given him some time to recover." The MC says. "Speaking of that brave young man. For the first match in the Quarter-finals we have Christopher Newman. In his previous match, we saw him use a variety of Spatial spells. The one winning the match was a number of small Spatial spells that took chunks out of an opponent upon impact." The crowd livened up with encouraging cheers.

"Looks like brother made a splash afterall." Haider says.

In the dark, dimly lit weapons room, Christopher sighs deeply. "I really don't like this attention. I guess I gotta act like it doesn't bother me." Christopher takes a deep breath and puts on a fake neutral expression to hide his level of discomfort.

"His opponent paralysed their target with Pathokinesis. Winning almost immediately.. This is sure to be a good fight!" the MC says.

Both gates to the contestants open and they walk into the arena. Christopher is wielding his Staff and Kiana her Katanas. They walk to their positions and wait for the MC to start the battle. Christopher just sits on the ground and Kiana looks at him with disdain.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kiana asks with irritation in her voice.