I’m the Only One With a Different Genre - I’m the Only One With a Different Genre chapter 54
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54 – A New Alliance
Kugugugung.
“Ah.”
It wasn’t until I saw the scene where the dust cloud rose thickly from the collapsed walls that I regained my senses. A sigh escaped through my parted lips.
[Alright, then onto the next move…!]
“W-Wait a minute!”
[What? Why?]
As soon as I intervened, the control was immediately returned to me as if the sword had spoken through my own mouth. I gazed at the shattered wall with the sword extended.
“What should I do about this…?”
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The thought of “Maybe it’s okay since it was made for training” clashed with the thought of “What if I ask for help?”
This was the kind of dilemma I had faced when playing baseball with my friends in elementary school. Back then, I had broken the windows of a 98-story high-rise building (they said the ball bounced everywhere and made a mess inside the house), and I had even caused a crash of a UFO flying saucer that was observing humans.
When I recalled how I had solved it back then, the answer came to me quickly.
“Gargantua, just let your palm go in for a moment.”
[It was so much fun…]
Despite the sword’s whine, it obediently followed my words. The sword, which had turned crimson, flowed down like blood. The sword, now turned into blood, swam through the air and was absorbed into the back of my hand. The faintly shining insignia quickly calmed down.
“Whew…”
“W-What was that..?”
I glanced around for a moment.
Slumped on the floor, trembling slaves, slaves with their mouths agape and blank expressions, slaves who dropped their swords and only twitched their lips.
Various slaves were staring at the crumbling wall. I cautiously looked around and took a few steps back.
“Alright, this is our chance to escape.”
In the world of comedy, it was only natural for the last person standing to get the short end of the stick. It was a terrifying world where the clueless ones had to take all the responsibility.
I desperately silenced my footsteps and slipped out of the training ground.
“I leave the rest to you!”
After silently bidding farewell to the remaining slaves with tears in my eyes, I quickly distanced myself from the training ground.
***
“T-This is ridiculous. How can we kill someone like him?”
The slave who was sitting in the training ground trembled uncontrollably as he swallowed his dry saliva. He recalled the words of the important guest he had met earlier.
“He’s just a brat who has no special abilities but relies solely on his weapon! A-And how can he have such skill just by trusting his weapon?! Oh, and he even said that he would take the weapon that slaughtered the demons to the warehouse, so we don’t have to worry!”
The slave remembered the trajectory of Lian swinging his sword a while ago. The graceful curve of the spear and the hidden sharpness behind his clean movements. If he had been in front of him, he would have been split in half.
“Damn it, those idiots were just talking nonsense..”
The slave recalled another slave he had met earlier. It was a slave who received the “request to deal with Lian” before him.
The guy who always walked around with his head held high, warning everyone not to approach Lian in a half-crazed state, seemed ridiculous at the time.
But wasn’t he just a weapon-obsessed guy?
He sneered inwardly, but didn’t move immediately. It wasn’t just one or two slaves who showed a weak reaction. That’s why the slave wanted to confirm Lian’s skills with his own eyes before taking action.
“If I knew he had that kind of skill, I would never have taken the request! And they paid so much money for such a small job…”
The slave cursed inwardly as he stood up from his seat. His legs were trembling.
“I can’t do it, I absolutely can’t do it.”
Money was important, but what mattered most was my life. Even risking my life to turn down a big client’s request, there was still a small chance of survival.
The slave stumbled out of the smoke-filled room and approached the big client.
***
“Tsk…”
Eyes full of wrinkles, a face covered in creases, a smooth head.
The person the slave referred to as the “big client” sat on an elegant sofa, holding the round head of his cane with both hands and tapping the floor with it.
“What’s so difficult about dealing with one slave? I didn’t entrust the task to these lowly servants just to be disappointed!”
His voice was like that of an old man with a hoarse voice, not particularly pleasant to listen to. He tapped the floor with his cane several times before finally stopping with a thud!
Narrowing his eyes, he savored the taste. He looked like a frog that had found its prey.
“Still, it seems like quite a useful prey… It would be nice to play with it myself.”
He chuckled and stood up abruptly from the sofa. As a short old man with a head smaller than the average woman, his shadow seemed to stretch out as he got up from his seat. Tapping the floor with his cane, he left the room. His destination was the room of his acquaintance.
Having a room nearby, he quickly arrived at the door of his acquaintance, Toto-gen. As his shadow stretched out behind him, a person quickly appeared.
Without hesitation, the man stepped forward, a step ahead of the old man, and knocked.
Knock, knock.
Before a response could be heard, the man returned to the old man’s shadow. Not long after knocking, Toto-gen opened the door.
Upon seeing the old man’s face, Toto-gen’s expression quickly changed to a slightly pale one.
“Yo.”
“What brings you here, Bansuk?”
Toto-gen greeted his acquaintance warmly after confirming his face. The old man, or rather Bansuk, tapped the floor with his cane and approached the living room sofa, sitting across from Toto-gen.
“I heard you found an interesting slave these days?”
“Ha…”
In response to Bansuk’s words, Totohgen let out a sigh unexpectedly. Bansuk’s lips twisted in a bizarre way, causing deep wrinkles to form.
“Since I’m also interested… Can I join in?”
“You?”
“Yeah. You seem mentally strong, and that’s just my type.”
Bansuk chuckled and lightly tapped his cane on the ground. Totohgen remained silent for a moment.
Normally, when multiple people desired the same slave, it was customary for the person who had their eye on them first to play with them for a while and then give them as a gift to someone else. However, such cases were rare.
Unless one grew tired of playing with them, it was unthinkable for someone to willingly give their toy to someone else just because another person wanted them.
That’s why, unless the person aiming for the slave was of low status, they had to seek the other person’s consent in advance, just like now.
Honestly, Totohgen had wanted to play with Lian alone until he died. However…
“There’s no solution.”
He had failed in killing him with hundreds of monsters and in provoking a fight with the highest-ranked slave. Moreover, now that even directly tormenting him had failed, there was no way for him to ruin Lian.
In such a situation, it wasn’t easy to refuse when Bansuk came to offer his help.
“…Well, since what I want is his despair anyway, holding hands wouldn’t hurt.”
Totohgen looked at Bansuk, whose face was as unpleasant as his, with a similar expression.
Bansuk and Totohgen had similar tendencies. Totohgen enjoyed watching the breakdown of a pure child’s mind, while Bansuk liked torturing and manipulating strong-willed individuals until they crumbled.
The reason the two became friends easily was also due to their similar inclinations.
Bansuk’s method of breaking a slave’s spirit was too direct, so it wasn’t Totohgen’s taste. However, if he could break Lian’s spirit, he didn’t care about the method anymore.
“Alright, let’s do that.”
“Kkuhuhu. You thought well.”
TotoGen and Bansuk joined hands to break down Lian’s spirit.
***
[Partner, how about using this line when we defeat enemies? “Ah, this is the difference in our levels.”]
Where does he even learn lines like that?
I carefully examined the talking sword, which was boasting loudly. The sword, now much more splendid than before, emitted a vibrant red aura.
[Or maybe he speaks from the place where he holds the sword. “I won’t take a step from here. That way, our levels will be equal!” How about that? What do you think?]
I imagined the matured talking sword rolling on the floor, ashamed of its embarrassing past, and inserted the line into my mind.
[Why aren’t you responding? Ah, is my line too cool? Of course, since it’s a line that I came up with, you can’t help but be impressed. However! If you don’t practice properly, you won’t be able to shout your lines in important situations. Let’s practice quickly!]
I looked at the talking sword and thought.
“What on earth is wrong with this guy?”
When I had that thought, I found myself unconsciously looking down at my own body.
“…The talking sword has only tasted my blood.”
If that’s the case, is it because of my blood that the talking sword is gradually becoming more chuunibyou?
“Nah, that can’t be it.”