I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 36
Chapter 36 – The Might of the Demon Sword
Krurung.
A gigantic horn, a stature that looked to be over 5 meters tall, a creature with the head of an ox and the body of a human, and feet with bovine hooves – its name was the Minotaur.
So enormous in size that the shadow cast by the Minotaur could envelop all the slaves, including Lian.
The bursting cheers and the announcer shouting away.
Clang.
Amidst it all, there were those paralyzed with fear, dropping their swords.
“We, we can’t possibly defeat such a thing!”
“We’re all going to die, I don’t want to die!”
Two terrified slaves screamed and began to sprint towards the passage from which they had come. The Minotaur, which had been eyeing Lian at the forefront, suddenly lifted its head.
Displaying one’s back to a predator brimming with excitement was no different from asking to be killed.
Thump! Thuump!
The Minotaur effortlessly rolled its feet as if they were equipped with springs and in an instant, leapt into the air. It soared as high as the height of the gigantic arena and came crashing down in front of the panicked, fleeing slaves.
“Ahaaak..!”
“Sa-save me-…”
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Crunch, chrrrrack!
With one hand gripping a dual-bladed axe, the Minotaur cleaved the two slaves. They were split in half in an instant, killed on the spot.
Thud.
The chestnut-like slave, who had managed not to run away, dropped to the floor, his hands trembling as he held his sword. The large-bodied slave stood still, shield in hand, with a vacant expression on his face.
“How, how are we supposed to defeat… That’s impossible!”
The chestnut-like slave cried out in a voice filled with fear and anger, having realized that death loomed near.
When humans are seized by terror, they’re wired to erupt in anger in a bid to survive. It was a function meant for survival, but right now, it served no purpose.
“Krheung.”
His outcry served only to stimulate the blood-thirsty Minotaur. The beast’s gaze fixed precisely on the chestnut-like slave.
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“Hiiiek?!”
The chestnut-like slave let out a shriek, attempting to scramble backward. His body was so rigid with tension that he could only flounder helplessly on the floor.
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“Ooooooh!”
“Puahahahahaha! Kill him, just kill him!”
The blood-thirsty crowd burst into jeers, and the voices of spectators calling for murder filled the arena.
“Throw him! Throw him high!”
“Kahaha! Rip his head off!”
The baying mob made the chestnut-like slave feel suffocated. To him, it seemed like the entire world was eager for his death.
Thump, thuump.
The Minotaur, its eyes bloodshot from stimulants, snorted as it slowly approached, appearing to play with its prey that couldn’t escape.
Ah – I am going to die.
The same thought surfaced in the minds of both the chestnut-like and the large-bodied slaves, and at that moment, Lian’s calm voice could be heard.
“Why do I get pixelated out, but my body doesn’t? Ah, is it because of the eye-equipped organs?”
Lian walked past the chestnut-like slave and approached the front. His strides towards certain death were so nonchalant, it was as if he was out for a casual stroll.
“Woooooo! Don’t kill that weakling; sell him outside instead!”
“Scrape off that shiny face!”
As Lian, who looked younger than the other slaves and possessed the face of someone who would break the hearts of many women in the future, walked towards the Minotaur, all sorts of vile shouts erupted.
Calls to sell his body as a slave were the least of them, with cruel notions of flaying his skin being thrown around. All spectators in the arena were anticipating a gruesome death for Lian.
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“Ah, can you be quiet for a moment? I’m about to give it a try.”
Lian, apparently oblivious to the jeers around him, seemed busy conversing with something, murmuring to himself.
As the Minotaur was close enough that its hand could barely reach Lian, Lian lifted the sword he was holding.
“Let’s see… does this work?”
Lian swung the sword carelessly in the air. It was a gesture devoid of any technique, as if a child nonchalantly swinging a shiny toy sword.
“Krurung!”
The Minotaur, sneering at the prey’s foolish action, lifted its axe. Or rather, attempted to.
Sssrk.
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A fine cut appeared on the Minotaur’s upper body, clean as if a piece of paper had been sliced with a cutter.
“…-?”
The Minotaur stared at Lian with wide, vacant eyes. Had it been struck? The creature’s field of vision now included the ground it was tumbling upon.
“It’s ambiguous.”
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Following Lian’s murmur, the Minotaur fell dead with its tongue lolling out.
“…”
Faced with a scene beyond their wildest dreams, the spectators in the arena were struck dumb, their mouths agape.
Shshaaaak!
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The Minotaur’s waist was cleanly cut diagonally, spewing blood and revealing the cross-section. The Minotaur’s head, shoulder, and arm lay collapsed on the ground.
The bitter scent of blood announced the Minotaur’s defeat.
“Waaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
Earth-shaking immense cheers erupted explosively. The announcer, regaining composure with a quivering voice, declared,
“The youngest gladiator has felled the Minotaur with a single strike! A new star is born!”
The excitement tinged the announcer’s voice, overshadowing even the crowd’s roar.
“Selective eating doesn’t increase height?”
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Lian, completely detached from the surrounding chaos, tapped on the grumbling demon sword complaining about the tastelessness of the Minotaur’s blood.
[ It’s all because your blood was too delicious! ]
The demon sword roared, the blade buzzing with displeasure, to which Lian replied, tilting his head.
“Uh… thanks?”
[ Yuck…! ]
Lian turned his back on the whining demon sword and looked towards the passage from which he’d come.
‘I need to get back to Iris quickly.’
Though the match ended sooner than he thought, it was still a case of what if.
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In that time, someone might have attempted to pounce on Iris, or she might have gone to the cafeteria out of hunger, picking up something random to eat.
To Lian, Iris was as helpless as a baby left by the water’s edge.
“Let’s now interview this miraculous gladiator-…”
The announcer, unable to hide the excitement in his voice, rode a fascinating flying carpet toward Lian’s location.
Preoccupied with worries about Iris, Lian failed to notice the flying announcer approaching and walked past the Minotaur, heading towards the passage.
“Huh? Can’t you just stop there and go?”
The announcer’s perturbed voice came from behind, but Lian ignored it. It’s only natural for a comedic world’s resident to charge straight for their goal once something is set in their sights.
If you try to stop such a running comedic resident.
“Waaah!?”
They’ll end up flying away, just like that announcer.
‘Did something just fly past?’
Lian passed through the passage wrapped in his very comedic world resident-like thoughts. Having earned such a groundbreaking victory, nobody dared to stop him.
***
Bang!
“Iris!”
“…!”
Iris, who had been bowed over the bed, lifted her head wide-eyed. Recognizing my face, she promptly got up from the bed and rushed over.
I immediately reached out my hand, intending to catch Iris’s.
“Sorry, I’m late-…”
Before I could finish speaking, Iris threw herself into my embrace. I stayed frozen, my hand still reaching out.
“Euu…”
Iris rubbed her face against my chest, letting out a sob. That sound snapped me out of my stone-like stupor. I quickly grabbed Iris’s shoulders and pushed her away.
“Ah, Iris, are you crying?!”
There are some beings in this world that should never be made to cry. The first is children, and the second, women. Especially if you made a beautiful woman cry, it would be better for one’s well-being to dive off a cliff.
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Iris was a beautiful girl – a terrifying being. Moreover, she was the protagonist of the original story!
To have made her cry meant that death was lurking just around the corner.
‘Was Iris… an assassin?’
With that thought in mind, I separated myself from Iris and walked to the center of the room, kneeling down.
“Mother, your son will go first.”
I brought the sword I was holding up to my neck, shedding tears like morning dew. In anticipation of a possible cruel cliché unfolding, I had to display such a gesture.
“…?!”
Iris, with an expression I had never seen before, swiftly came over and snatched the sword from my grasp.
[ Oh! Finally held by a proper human -… Arghhhh! Is, is that divine power?! Let go! Let me go, you dog of the gods! Arrrgghhh! ]
The demon sword, initially elated to be in the hands of a normal human and not an abnormal one like Lian, screamed in terror.
Feeling as if I might lose a useful weapon, I reached out to Iris and said,
“Good Iris, quickly give that to me.”
Iris then hid the sword behind her back and vehemently shook her head.
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