I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 42

Chapter 42 – Save… me…

She gave a sly smile and pointed at her own face with the tip of her index finger, exuding confidence in her skills.

T h i s w a s c o p i e d fr o m ki ng m t l . o r g
Given that she came from the top floor, her abilities were as good as proven.

“How about it, Iris? Feel like learning some sword skills?”

At that, Iris’s lips twitched slightly.
T h i s w a s c o p ie d fr o m k in g m tl .o r g

“Don’t know.”

“Huh? You mean you’re not sure?”

Iris shook her head side to side vigorously and then slowly uttered one word.

“Sword.”

She didn’t know the sword. Does it mean she doesn’t have a swordmaster? But as I kept probing, I stumbled upon a stunning truth.

“Iris… You mean you’ve never been taught how to use a sword?”

At my words, Iris nodded. She explained, in a stumbling manner, that the first time she ever held a sword was here in the coliseum.

“Wow…! Our Iris is a genius!”

As I vigorously stroked her head in praise, Iris’s cheeks flushed a lovely pink.

“Kekeke, I must have her as my disciple!”

Bianca’s eyes sparkled as she attempted to embrace Iris. I say attempted because the moment Bianca tried to hug her, Iris, quick as a cat, moved from my left side to the right, avoiding her grasp.

“I love this about you!”

I couldn’t help but let out a pleasant laugh at Bianca’s appearance, seemingly enamored with Iris.

‘Even if the master-disciple relationship is a stretch for now, they could still become good friends.’

Right now Iris clung only to me, but there’s no doubt that one day she would communicate and laugh with others.

For that day to come, it was good to have someone like Bianca around.

Woaaaaaah -..

While I was contemplating this, cheers seeped in from outside the window. The noise was much quieter than on the previous floor, suggesting some sort of magical soundproofing.

“Ah, is it that time already?”

Bianca clapped her hands and stood up.

“Since you’re against it, I’ll leave for today. If you change your mind, let me know the next time I visit; I drop by often!”

With an alluring smile, Bianca said her goodbyes and walked towards the door. Iris and I saw her off.

“Goodbye. Please feel free to visit whenever you’re comfortable.”
“Thanks!”

Bianca left with a bright smile.

T hi s was c o p i ed f r o m k i n g m tl .o rg
“She seems like a nice person.”

…

Iris only looked at my face without any reaction.

Creak, thud.

The door closed and silence filled the corridor.

***

“Kekeke.”

Bianca walked down the opulent corridor with a spring in her step, a cheerful smile adorning her face. She stopped in front of a beautifully decorated door.

Click.

The door opened smoothly without a noise, revealing the lavish and cozy setting befitting the top floor of the coliseum.

Humming a little tune, Bianca entered the room and closed the door behind her. She passed through the vast living room and stepped into the armory.

“This time, it should be this, right?”

She picked up a sword similar to the one Iris used. As she admired her reflection on the sharp blade, she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“She’s never learned how to use a sword before? That’s practically the genius of the century, isn’t it?”

Bianca swayed her hips in excitement and clutched her flushed cheeks. Her shadow swayed with her movements.

“If she’s that good without training, what will she be like once she’s trained? Ah, can’t wait.”

With a casual swing of the sword, there was an air of charm and an ominous aura befitting the highest-tier gladiator.

“Should I groom her before feasting, or shall I just devour her now? Hmm…”

Bianca stopped her sword dance, threw the sword aside onto a stand, and sunk into deep thought with one hand on her chin.

“I should just make her strong enough to be weaker than me before I feed. Playing it safe is the best! Right?”

Her words split the shadow into two. The splitting shadow sprouted dense, sharp spikes as thick as a grown man’s forearm.
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Swish.

From what seemed mere shadows, a form slowly emerged from the floor, as if drawn up from a sticky black mire. It was reminiscent of a monstrous face, with scattered sharp spikes adorned with indistinguishable flesh.

Chk, kehehk.

The monster’s voice, erupting as though boiling up, was so grotesquely unpleasant it could induce nausea in a listener, but Bianca blushed as if cooing over an adorable baby’s babble.

“Right? I am so clever!”

Bianca hummed, smiling at her own thoughts.

“This match will be a breeze!”

Only ten individuals are granted power on the top floor. Yet, new slaves are brought in endlessly, and countless challenge for a place at the top.

Bianca has survived in that place for an extraordinarily long time, where only the strong prevail.

Thi s w as c o p i e d fr o m k ing m t l.o r g
She became stronger without any known limit, handling dozens, hundreds of weapons with ease – a formidable adversary that was challenging to prepare for and counter.

Bianca had reached a place so high that those who dared to challenge the top tier dared not even speak of it.

But she was known as the “Lazy Genius,” never once seen practicing her swordsmanship and always seen lounging or with a man by her side.

Her survival was all thanks to the peculiar ability of her shadow, which could absorb the abilities of those it consumed and pass them on to its mistress.

With a friendly face, she would befriend capable slaves, and when they let their guard down, she would consume them to absorb their abilities.

That was the secret to her being seated at the pinnacle of power.

“Hehe, maybe after her brother dies and she’s drowned in sorrow, I’ll take her as a concubine?”

Her current prey included both Iris and Lian. Iris was her intended victim, and she planned to make Lian her subordinate lover.

“Anyway, it’s like I’m her sister, isn’t it?”

Once she consumed Iris, she believed Iris’s abilities would be hers, making her virtually indistinguishable from Iris herself. She laughed at her own miraculous logic.

She would learn the hard way that ‘eating recklessly could lead to troubles,’ but for now, she remained blissfully ignorant.

***

A week had passed since I became accustomed to my new home.

I slapped my hands together, exclaiming “Oh! That’s right!” when I heard from the rat beastman that a new match had been set. I had completely forgotten about Gargandoa.
T h i s w a s c o p ie d f r o m k in gm t l .o r g

After the rat beastman left and I told Iris I was off to the bathroom, I headed to the restroom and silently called for Gargandoa in front of the sink.

Swoosh.
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A mass of light gathered on my palm, forming into a deep crimson lump the size of a fist. Slowly, the light began dripping away like a liquid.

Gargandoa emerged from within the light, now diminished to the size of a mere knife instead of a dagger. I was taken aback by its further reduced size.
T h is w a s co p i e d f r om ki n gm tl .o r g

[Save… me…]

Gargandoa’s voice sounded like that of a dying patient. I quickly made a small cut on my wrist. It didn’t even sting, although it looked somewhat like self-harm.

Slurp.
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Like a sponge absorbing water, my blood seeped into the sword. After a second, the cursed sword murmured weakly.

[Does it… taste good?]

The sword trembled slightly as if it was revitalized by the sheer deliciousness offered to its edges. Then it began to greedily suck in the blood.

T h i s w a s c o p i e d f r o m k i n g mt l .o r g
[Ahhhaa! This, this is it..!!]

It was so starved that it abandoned its dignified manner and cried out. The shallow cut didn’t suffice, so as I aggravated the wound, a gush of blood burst forward.

Whoosh.

The blood that had sprayed into the air was swiftly absorbed by the sword, thankfully avoiding any mess on my clothes.

[Haaah -… Haahh!]

Hearing it lose its mind in satisfaction, I felt a tinge of guilt.

‘The poor thing must have been starving.’

Looking at its foolish behavior, I found myself treating the cursed sword like a child.

The blood gushed continuously, all of it sucked in by the sword, except for the few drops that fell when the cut was initially made, leaving the sink spotless.

“Take it easy, there’s plenty.”

I soothed the borderline sobbing cursed sword like a grandmother feeding a well-missed grandchild. The sword, undeterred, continued gulping down the blood voraciously.

After a long while, as the cursed sword had nearly regained its original size, it absorbed the blood and spoke.

[How could you neglect me like this?!]