I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 55

Chapter 55 – Bansook’s Pitiful Fall

I lightly pushed away the thoughts that had surfaced in my mind and grabbed the Demon Sword, which was rolling back and forth enthusiastically on the bed, urging it to recite the lines.

“No matter what, I can’t say lines like that.”

[…! Why not!? Why can’t you recite this magnificent line?!]

I paused, my mouth closed thoughtfully. If I told it straight up that “the line is too cringeworthy,” I knew there was a 100% chance the Demon Sword would sulk and refuse to lend me its power.

Of course, I could use the Demon Sword’s power forcibly since we were in a contract, but I felt the need to respect it considering our long-term partnership.

“Such…such great lines seem a bit too much for me. I think…such magnificent lines should definitely be recited by the Demon Sword.”

[Krhm, Indeed! If the great I were to recite such lines, the heavens would be envious, and the earth would tremble. But isn’t it so that only my partner can hear my voice?]

“No, Gargandoa is definitely a magnificent Demon Sword, right? When the important moment comes, your voice will surely reach the adversary!”

[Could that really happen?]

“Certainly. Of course. It’s the words of the great Gargandoa!”

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Evidence? None.

Logic? None.

All I had were words to flatter Gargandoa.

Luckily, the simple-minded Demon Sword melted under my praise and was easily persuaded.

[Kh-hem, in that case, I can’t help it! I shall be the one to recite the lines.]

“Good thinking.”

The Demon Sword then began to ponder on its own which lines would be coolest to recite. It was far better than it throwing a tantrum to come up with a good idea, so I left it to its devices and turned my attention to Iris.

“…?”

As I looked at Iris sitting next to me, she was tilting her head quizzically, holding onto the hem of my clothes as if to ask “Why?”

“Are you hungry, Iris? Not sleepy? Is there anything uncomfortable?”

With each question I asked, Iris shook her head from side to side. Her white hair fluttered. Despite not using any special fragrances, her hair smelled nice and shimmered like silk.

I reflexively combed through her tousled hair. Iris lowered her eyes and entrusted her head to my care.

“Let me know if you want anything, okay?”

As I withdrew my hand, Iris grabbed it firmly.

“This.”

“Hm?”

“This, need…”

Blinking at her words, I extended my hand willingly. Iris took my hand and rubbed it against her face.

‘The world… Iris is too cute! And her cheeks are so… soft!’

Her flawless white complexion was spongy and moist to the touch, even without any lotion. For a moment, I almost lost myself, kneading them as if they were rice cakes. They were devilishly tempting cheeks.

“Hee…”

Pleased, Iris giggled softly and rubbed my hand on her face for a long time. The way she acted, like a cat displaying affection, allowed me to be healed in silence.

[Heh-heh, if you want to save that fellow, defeat me and proceed.]

The voice of the Demon Sword practicing its villainous lines served as background music while I relaxed and let time pass leisurely.

When I started feeling hungry, I went to the dining hall with Iris for a meal and returned to my room. Lounging on the sofa, I enjoyed a pleasant lethargy and thought about taking a nap with Iris when my stomach would settle down.

Knock knock.

A visitor arrived before the digestion was done. I swallowed dryly and looked at Iris.

“I’ll be right back, stay here for a moment, okay?”
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“…Okay.”

Iris toyed with the hem of my clothes before reluctantly letting go with a longing look in her eyes. I took a deep breath and approached the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Open up quickly.”

The familiar voice of the rat beastkin reached my ears. I felt a cold sweat running down my back.

‘Could it be that they found out?’

The cleanly sliced wall of the training ground flashed in my mind.

‘No, if that were the case, they wouldn’t knock but break down the door! It must be that they’ve scheduled a new match.’

My eyes and my whole body trembled, but I tried my best to calm down inside as I reached for the doorknob. Then…

Rattle rattle rattle!

The door began to tremble along with me.

“What the hell is this!?”

The rat beastkin’s swearing came from outside. Somehow, hearing that voice calmed me down.

‘You used to say that too.’

A palm-sized rat floated in my mind. The rat and I were the best of friends. We went to amusement parks together, ate together, went to karaoke, and even introduced our girlfriends to each other…

‘Wait, who’s that?’

An impossible scene crossed my mind, and I snapped back to reality. As it turns out, I didn’t have a rat beastkin as a friend. After the fake trip down memory lane, the trembling stopped.

Such nonsensical recollections of the past were common in the world of comedy.

Click.

When I opened the door, the rat beastkin with its tail sticking up was staring intently through the doorway. Behind him stood two people with expressionless faces, one woman and one man.

“Why was the door just -… no, no, that’s not what’s important right now.”

The rat beastkin had a fleeting question about the shaking door but then shrugged it off lightly.

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‘Could it really be because of the training ground…?’

I watched the rat beastkin’s mouth nervously.

“The guest is asking for you, so follow quietly.”

“Ah… Yes!”

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I nodded brightly, realizing it wasn’t about the training ground.

Squeeze.

At that moment, my clothes were pulled. Turning around, Iris had approached and was holding the hem of my clothes, looking down.

‘Ah, I should tell her before I go.’

I almost left without properly explaining to Iris.

“Iris, I have someone looking for me. I’ll be right back. Can you wait here alone?”

Iris gave no response. Just as I was beginning to worry if she felt unwell, she carefully released my clothes and nodded.

“I’ll be back as quickly as possible. Please take care of our place. Oh, and don’t open the door for strangers!”

Iris nodded several times. The rat beastkin, impatient to wait any longer, pulled my wrist.

“I’ll be right back!”

After my last words, the door closed. The rat beastkin led me to the bathhouse we had visited before. After a thorough wash, I was languidly riding the elevator.

‘I wonder… these people really don’t react at all.’

I looked at the man and woman standing in front and behind me. They had moved silently, with no change of expression, as if they were emotionless dolls.

‘Are they like assassins or something?’

As I pondered this, the elevator came to a halt. After a few more complex transitions, I arrived at a place where I had previously encountered a zombie.

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‘I wonder if that zombie is doing okay?’

With this thought, I followed the rat beastkin. I was slightly excited about the prospect of meeting the zombie again, but the direction we took was entirely different.

“Go in and follow the guest’s orders. Someone will come to take you back when it’s time to return.”

The rat beastkin seemed a bit kinder than last time. Probably because my value had increased.

Creak.

The two people who had been standing in front and behind me opened the doors. The doors swung wide open, revealing the interior.

‘It looks like the last time.’

I stepped forward, looking at the interior, which resembled the place where I had met the zombie.

Creak, thump.

Unlike the zombie’s abode, the closing doors made a noisy sound. The two who closed the doors stood silently beside them without moving.

‘Should I go in?’

After a brief hesitation, I walked inside.
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‘I wonder who it’ll be today?’

After meeting a zombie last time, maybe this time it would be someone angelic? With a small sense of anticipation, I walked further in.

“Ah…”
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“Tsk tsk..”

Upon seeing the old man’s face, I unwittingly let out an exclamation. The old man chuckled at my reaction, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Have a seat.”

As the old man tapped the ground with his cane, I naturally moved to sit across from him. That’s when his elongated cane touched my waist just as I was about to settle into the sofa.

I looked at the old man hesitantly, and he laughed while his loose wrinkles shook.

“How dare a slave sit in the same place as me. Your place is down here.”

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After retracting his cane, the old man tapped the floor. My face stiffened at his gesture. He smirked and urged me.

“Now, sit down.”

After a moment of hesitation… I eventually sat down on the floor where the old man had tapped. The thin knees of the old man were right in front of me, as I sat directly in front of his legs.

“What, what?!”

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It seemed that this was not the scene the old man had in mind. He stumbled back in alarm. I leaned forward to catch him, thinking he was falling.

Click.

“Huh?”

As I reached out my hand to prevent myself from toppling over, I triggered something.

‘What was that -… Ah!’

As I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out what I had touched, the backrest of the sofa where the old man had been sitting flipped backward. I had accidentally activated the mechanism that adjusts the angle of the sofa’s backrest.

“Ugh, cough…!”

Caught off guard, the old man couldn’t react in time and ended up sprawled over the sofa. The cane flew out of his hand, bouncing on the floor, and the old man lay stretched out across the sofa with a crackling sound.

“Uh…”

I slowly backed away.
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