I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 33

Chapter 33 – Did he Take Care of It?

“If you’ve come, shouldn’t you greet first?”

A man with light brown skin and slightly dirty blonde hair stood slantedly and addressed us. A delinquent vibe exuded from him.

“Hello?”
“Can you not even greet properly?”

At his words, other slaves who had been slowly making their way out of the rooms burst into laughter beside the man.

“Hey, what if you get scared and refuse to fight?”
“If that’s the case, you might as well die here.”

I watched carefully at those chattering around me.

‘They’re all kids.’

Tall like beanstalks, their faces drawn yet youthful.

‘Maybe middle school age?’

They appeared too short to be high schoolers. While pondering such irrelevant thoughts, the man approached and smirked derisively at me.
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“Hey, if you give her up, I’ll let you off the hook.”

The bastard pointed at Iris, spouting such bullshit. If he had insulted me, I could have laughed it off, but I couldn’t bear it when he dishonored Iris.

“I refuse.”

It was natural for my words to come out harshly. As I firmly stated my refusal with a sour expression, the guy’s face twisted grotesquely.

“You’re throwing a fit when I was trying to be nice by sparing you the typical newbie shakedown?”
“Seems you want to protect your ‘family’ or something.”

Despite the barrage of insulting remarks, I wasn’t bothered. The guy cracked his knuckles and strode assertively towards me.

“Seeing as things have come to this, a proper lesson seems to be in order.”

It appeared I needed to give this son of a bitch a lesson in comedic world retribution. I glared back, defiant, and the atmosphere turned even colder.

Just as a fight seemed imminent at any second.

“Start getting ready, Pimax.”
“Tsk…”

T hi s w a s c op ied fr om k i n g mtl . o r g
The man, Pimax, who had been cracking his fists in front of me, was called over by the rat Therianthrope. He was told that his gladiator fight was close and to come down to the lower floor. Flaunting a malicious grin, Pimax looked at me with disdain.

“Good. Hey, don’t beat up this bastard. Let’s see if he dares to look at me the same way after watching my fight.”

At Pimax’s words, laughter burst from eight slaves gossiping among themselves. From what I could gather, Pimax was a very skilled gladiator slave and was expected to advance to the upper floors soon due to his fearsome abilities.

“Watch thoroughly.”

I nodded silently to his menacing warning. Did I agree because I was a pushover?

No, I had consented because I was planning to crush that sob. Inwardly, I smirked as viciously as the protagonist of Death Note.

After Pimax left, the slaves took Iris and me to the lounge with a view of the arena. Upon taking a seat at the center of a long sofa, the slaves giggled and found places to sit in the empty spaces around us.

Perhaps because each floor had a high ceiling, but the entire arena could be seen in one glance. The arena was busy with the removal of a corpse that had been savaged by monsters.

A slave seated next to me playfully poked my shoulder, jeering that I would soon meet a similar fate. Due to another slave subtly attempting to touch Iris, I had no choice but to place her in front of me, under the sofa.

Damn bastards.

“And now for the next match, the undefeated newcomer gladiator, Pimaxxxxxxxxx!”
“Woooooow!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaah!”

Tremendous shouts filled the air. As they had boasted, Pimax seemed to be among the stronger gladiators.

Pimax was equipped with a gleaming sword and shield, not to be compared with the weapon Iris had held or those prepared in the passage. He donned a leather chestplate, seemingly disregarding other forms of armor.

“The opponent is ~ !! Rekra, raised on hundreds of humans!”

Clang, chrrrrl.

At the sound of the iron bars rising, a monster resembling a scarlet bull burst out, rumbling ferociously. Unlike a common bull, this one had massive horns, as well as additional horns jutting from its jaw.

The size of the creature was massive, easily the height of a single-story building. Yet, Pimax proceeded with ease, even with such a beast before him.

“Kuooooo!”

The beast let out a high-pitched cry and charged towards Pimax with its horns forward.

Kurrurrung!

The power of its gallop caused the ground to quake. Despite the potentially frightening situation, Pimax effortlessly dodged the bull and then sliced at its hind legs.

“Kuooooo!”

The hide was thick and the muscles robust, so it didn’t sever, but Pimax had successfully inflicted a deep wound. The cautious creature attacked again but was no match for Pimax.

Playing with the beast, Pimax tore open its vulnerable belly and felled his opponent.

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Kuuuuung!

The monster crashed to the floor, spurting blood and with its tongue hanging loose. Victory belonged to Pimax.

“Waaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Whiiiiieeek!”

Roaring cheers erupted. From the arena, Pimax showed the confidence of a victor, even waving his hand in a relaxed manner. The slaves, assuming I was scared, mockingly patted my head as I just watched Pimax from above.

I spoke while gazing at the monster bleeding profusely from its belly and mouth.

“Did he take care of it?”

Just as the magical phrase fired off —

Koong, Kuong.

Like a miracle, the monster stirred back to life. The wound in the belly had healed, and the creature’s eyes regained their alertness.

“What the?”
“What is that?!”

The very slaves who had mocked me were now watching the monster in horror. Growling, the beast charged at Pimax once again. As expected, a boss resurrected with ‘Did he take care of it?’ always returns stronger.

“What’s this?!”

Pimax, flustered, quickly raised his shield, his body shaking with the creature’s heavy assault. The monster shook its head and prepared for another attack, as Pimax looked on in shock.

“Rekra, thought to be dead, has risen anew! Can Pimax prevail?”

“Wooooo?!”
“Waaaaah!”

Since this was Jiso’s arena, the sudden revival of the monster wasn’t found unusual. It was perceived merely as a sudden, thrilling event, which ignited the crowd’s excitement.

Pimax, teeth clenched, swung his sword fiercely.

No matter the rejuvenation and newfound strength, it wasn’t enough to overcome Pimax.

“Pimaxxxxxxx! Has once again downed Rekra!!!”
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As the cheers echoed fiercely, the monster, with its neck half-severed, appeared truly dead this time, its eyes flipping back.

Fearful of another resurrection, Pimax watched warily until the clean-up crew dashed forward to collect the carcass, and only then did he relax his body.

Grinning satisfactorily, Pimax began to exit with a relaxed demeanor.

With my arms folded, I smirked and remarked,

“Did he pull it off?”

As my magical catchphrase projected,

Kong! Kuong!
T h i s wa s co p ie d from k i n g mt l . o r g

The now even stronger monster lighted its eyes and rose to its feet. The severed neck was reattached, and the horns had grown slightly longer.

“What, what?!”

Pimax’s startled cry could faintly be heard amidst the cheers. Those who had rushed to collect the supposed corpse panicked and ran out of the arena.

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“Damn it!”

With a deeply furrowed expression, Pimax recommenced his fight with the monster. As strong as he claimed to be, Pimax was no match for the comedic filter.
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No sooner had Pimax brought the monster down —

“Is it finished?”

The monster that was dead came back to life once again.

The creature’s teeth had sharpened to resemble shark’s, and its bulk had further increased. Pimax was visibly tiring.

Gradually, more wounds accumulated on Pimax, and the slaves around me started to inch away nervously.

As the monster rose with each word I uttered, they seemed to believe I was the one reviving it.

I repeated the resurrection phrase once more, laughing malevolently without bothering to hide my glee anymore.
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T h is was c o pi e d fr o m k in g m t l .o rg
Dare to mess with Iris? Let’s see you roll until death.

Pimax’s face was smashed, and he had lost an arm and a leg. I could hear the curses spewing from the many who had bet on him.

“You really thought you could touch my sister and get away with it?”

Muttering in triumph, the slaves who had been looking at me questioningly now shrieked and scattered. I sighed softly and looked down at Iris, who had peacefully closed her eyes, resting her head on my knees.

‘…We’d surely be separated if it’s discovered we’re not really siblings, so it’s better to keep pretending for the time being, right?’

Surely the kind Iris would understand my reasoning. Nodding to myself internally, I took Iris back to our room.

The following morning.

Th i s w as c o p i e d f r o m k i ngmt l . o rg
There was an issue with Pimax, who seemed he was on track for great success, as he had become of no further use. The match he was supposed to fight in was left hanging in uncertainty.

“The ones who will participate in the match instead of Pimax will be you, you, and you.”

The rat Therianthrope’s fingers pointed at me. He briefly glanced at Iris and then added,

“Oh, and just so you know, you can’t go together with that girl.”

Pimax turned out to be no help at all in the end.