I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 47

Chapter 47 – Are Residents of the Gag World Invincible? That’s Fine, Right?

[Oh, looks like there are some decent creatures worth eating this time around!]

As I sauntered into the arena as leisurely as someone out for a walk, the demonic sword cried out in a bright voice as soon as we entered.

Glancing towards the heavy bar cages with a sense of anticipation as to whether mighty monsters were present, I heard the sounds of locks disengaging.

Sssssshk, clank! Sssssshk!

Countless cages opened, and from within, tens, if not hundreds of monsters began to emerge. The arena descended into a cauldron of frenzied excitement.

“Uoooohhh!”

“Kyaaaaah!”

Amidst the near-screams, I addressed the demonic sword.

“Is it really alright with so many of them?”

[Ha, what do you take me for? This is easy!]

The sword demanded the same stance as last time, and I complied without protest.

[‘Blood Wave’]

The monsters rushing towards me suddenly found themselves standing atop a sea of blood. The blood sea churned mercilessly, swallowing the monsters in an instant.
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Swooooosh!

However, there was a difference from before.

“Kieeeeeek!”

“Grrrrr…”

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Despite the sweeping tide, a few monsters survived. They were certainly not unscathed, but neither were they on the brink of death.

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[Heh, as I thought, only the ones worth eating remain!]

I could hear the slurping sound of the demonic sword swallowing saliva. How does it do that without a mouth anyway?

Amidst these musings, I watched the monster charging at the forefront. It resembled a bipedal elephant, with not two but eight arms. Each arm wielded a curved sword, with blades as long as I was tall.

Whooosh, whoooosh—

The threatening oscillation of the blades set the air quivering with a whine.

“Can we really beat that?”
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If there was no other way, being swallowed and then bursting out through the monster’s stomach seemed like a viable approach. Or perhaps, if swallowed, I could lodge a sword in its throat to thwart it.

[Ha, of course!]

Fortunately, we wouldn’t need to resort to such an unpleasant experience. The demonic sword instructed me to plant it into the ground. Following its command, I thrust the sword vertically into the arena floor.

Swoooosh!

A long line appeared on the ground. The sword was silent this time, perhaps not thinking of any skill name.

The line, formed of my blood, reached the elephant-like monster as it almost closed upon me. The instant the blood touched the tip of the monster’s foot…

Swoooosh—.

The blood erupted skywards, enveloping the beast. It looked as though darkness had swallowed it whole.

“Kwooaaang! Kueeek!”

The monster thrashed and wailed, but there was no escaping the engulfing blood. In the place where the monster stood, a sphere of blood the size of its massive body formed.

The sight was so imposing that silence fell upon the arena. The monstrous eyes of the other creatures, which had been barreling towards me, suddenly stopped dead in their tracks to stare at the globe of blood.

Kugung, swish!

The floating globe of blood seemed to compress under an invisible pressure, squeezing tightly. Bright red blood began to cascade from beneath the mass.

Like squeezing a lemon in a juicer, the monster was now being crushed within the globe of blood, spilling out its life.

The spilled blood crawled across the ground, returning to the demonic sword.

[Phwaat, ah— …delicious.]

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Hearing what sounded like a moan of satisfaction as the sword feasted, curiosity got the better of me, and I asked,

“Is it my blood that tastes good, or the monster’s?”

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[Hmm? Obviously, the contractor’s blood is much more delicious.]
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That left me with mixed feelings. Should I feel proud or concerned? As I pondered, the globe of blood had shrunk to the size of a child’s fist.

Crack!

With a malevolent sound, the monster disappeared without a trace.

[Now, onto the next meal!]

An excited voice emerged, and the blood emanating from the sword split into ten paths towards the petrified monsters. In mere moments, ten globes of blood were formed. I didn’t need to watch to know what would happen next.

Crack, crack, snap!

A sequence of brutal sounds echoed through the arena as multicolored blood, green, blue, red, spilled across the floor. The sword slurped up the blood greedily.

“You’ve eaten so much, yet there doesn’t seem to be any change?”

When the sword had absorbed my blood, it grew larger and its surface became glossy. But as it absorbed the blood of the monsters, there didn’t appear to be much change.

[Well, it’s all about the quantity. If the amount I absorbed from you equated to a lake, then the blood from these creatures wouldn’t even amount to a spoonful.]

While exchanging this pointless banter, only the sword and I remained in the arena. Pulling the sword from the ground, I gazed at the silent spectator seats, now under a shroud of silence.

[Ah, dang, I forgot.]

“Hmm? Forgot what?”

[I got carried away and released my killing intent unintentionally.]

“I can’t feel anything though?”

[Well, you wouldn’t since you’re my contractor.]

Killing intent is quite a handy ability when hunting. It dulls the victim’s senses and prevents escape, allowing the sword to hunt its prey as one would harvest crops – this is how the sword explained it to me.

‘Then it’s time to make my move.’

Not keen on the showman host that hovered after every match, nor wishing to hear his painfully loud voice, I told the sword to keep its killing intent unfurled until we left.

“Ugh… Grrr…”

Turns out the sword’s killing intent was stronger than expected, as a beefy slave guarding the passageway frothed at the mouth and collapsed. Seeing his eyes roll back and his body twitch made me feel rather good inside.

‘That bastard definitely insulted Iris last time.’

Though revenge was not my intention, I couldn’t help but feel satisfied. After telling the sword to reel in its killing intent, I proceeded down the corridor.

Murmurs erupted.
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As the killing intent receded, the smothered silence of the arena was replaced by chaos. The murmuring soon transformed into a thunderous roar.

***

“Uooooooh!”

In a place where the distant cheers faintly resonated, enclosed by soundproofing magic, was Totogen’s quarters. He sat slumped in his chair, his expression one of sheer defeat, akin to a gambler who had staked everything on one roll and lost.

‘How… How could he do that?’

To Totogen, Lian embodied the enigma of purity. The purity of blank white paper is easily sullied, they say.

Yet, Lian was the exception. No matter how much darkness or foreign substance was poured onto that blank paper, no speck of dirt seemed to stick, as if it had been laminated.

That impeccable presence was both awe-inspiring and infuriating, highlighting Totogen’s own filth.

Totogen had forgotten his original goal of ‘corrupting the pure ones.’ All that remained was the desire to win and obstinacy.

‘If hundreds don’t suffice, then I shall prepare thousands!’

With fiery eyes, he stared at the empty arena.

“And so, the next match is… Straight away!”

Regardless of his current feelings, the events at the arena pressed on without pause. The next show was a duel between gladiators.

‘…!’

Totogen stepped briskly into the arena, flashing a broad smile at the sight of two slaves dueling with swords.

“That’s it!”

If they were so strong that dozens, even hundreds of monsters seemed trifling, then the solution was to strike a psychological blow!

“Set this slave’s next match as a gladiator duel!”

“Yes, understood.”

Totogen chuckled maliciously as he sank deep into the sofa.

‘This time for sure…!’

And in his quarters, Totogen indulged in yet another misguided hope.

***

“Hey.”

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“…?”

Just as I was about to return to my room after getting out of the elevator, the man who had sought me out last time blocked my way, this time not alone. He was accompanied by about three slaves.

“You’ve been discarded by Lady Bianca, haven’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

What was he on about?

“Hah, no point playing dumb. I’ve already heard it from Lady Bianca herself.”

‘Ah, is he talking about the disciple business?’

Rumors have a way of turning into exaggerated tales. It looked as though the story of my refusal to be a disciple was somehow distorted and misconstrued. As I was about to shake my head and deny it, the man pompously declared,

“You have no real skill, yet you strut around with just one respectable item, seeming all mighty —”

‘Gasp, how did he know?’

Embarrassed, I inadvertently glanced at the back of my hand.

“That can’t possibly be your own strength, right?”

The purified blood that strengthened the sword was at least 98% mine, so technically, 98% of the power the sword wielded was thanks to me. Explaining that would seem desperate, so I held my tongue.

“…”

Staring silently back at him seemed to only bolster his arrogance.

“You and your pathetic kind are the reason we’re suffering. Know your place.”

He prodded me on the shoulder with his index finger, pressing downward.

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“What’s that look? Are you unable to accept it?”

“Hmm?”

Lost in thought and dismissing his words like a sermon from a headmaster, I was caught off guard and responded with an unwittingly coy “Hmm?” The men around me, interpreting my reaction as mockery, stiffened their expressions.

“We’ll show you your place, come along!”

I found myself roped into some form of trial on the rooftop. Although I intended to decline, as I was due to see Iris, slaves soon surrounded me, cutting off any avenue of escape.

‘Sigh, it looks like they’ll be a nuisance if I let this drag on.’

It seemed better to resolve this once and for all, to avoid future annoyances. I nonchalantly followed them to what turned out to be a training ground.

Clang.

Immediately upon arrival, the man threw a sword at me. It was a standard iron sword.

“Without that unusual sword, you’re just a typical weakling, right?”

He smirked confidently, pointing at the sword now lying on the ground.

“Pick it up. I’ll show you the difference in our levels!”