Chapter 10

There are several reasons why I volunteered to be the dueling representative, but if I were to mention one, it would be personal grudges.

Personal grudges against the male characters I had to攻略 (conquer) in the game.

In my previous life, I was forced to play a dating sim by my sister, and I had to攻略 (conquer) five characters.

What kind of sadness is it to have to seduce a guy and listen to sweet lines?

Such thoughts welled up and whispered to me.

"Take him down," they said.

Inside the arena.

After clearing away the debris and other obstacles, the box that had carried the Arroganz was also moved outside the arena.

As I stood in the center waiting, something seemed off about the prince and the others.

The Arroganz's microphone picked up their voices.

"I'll go. Blood's weakling is indeed weak, but that thing is a threat. You guys are not up to the task."

"---You're underestimating us. Do you think I'll lose to you?"

Greg and Chris were arguing, while the prince and Zilc were looking at me.

"Baltfalt was a dungeon conqueror, right? So, that's the confidence he has with such armor?"

"It must be a lost item. But I've never heard of such strong armor lying around. From its appearance, it seems to be a power type."

The atmosphere in the arena was buzzing with the sense of an upset.

I would lose---many students believed in the prince and the others' victory without a doubt. To add to that, many had bet large sums of money.

The microphone picked up voices like, "We wouldn't have come to see this if it wasn't this exciting," and "But it'll be over next time, right?" showing a sense of relief.

Lukseon was making adjustments to the data.

"I've adjusted the battle method with the spear based on the previous combat data."

"Good work. Oh, next is Greg, huh?"

As I entered the armor with red plating and golden decorations, I descended into the arena with a large spear.

Lukseon checked the opponent's status.

"Repairs are visible on the surface. From the damage, it seems he has combat experience."

"Yeah, this guy is strong. Strong, but..."

Greg Fou Sevarg, with his rough appearance, was the one who had the most active career as an adventurer among the five. He was the type who placed importance on actual combat.

That's fine.

I also thought he was a reliable character in the game when it came to combat.

Greg pointed his spear at me.

"You're Baltfalt, right? I'll remember that name. But your arrogance ends here. It seems you got a powerful suit of armor from a lost item, but it's just the armor's power. It's not your own strength."

That's exactly right, a perfect argument that leaves no room for rebuttal, making me want to applaud.

"So what? I thought you were a smooth talker when we met at the party. If you want to chat, why don't you invite me for tea next time?"

Indirectly calling him a talker, the effect was immediate.

"...I'll crush you!"

The referee announced the start of the match.

"Begin!"

Swinging his spear, he closed the distance between us.

From watching the previous battle, it seems he intends to prevent me from attacking. He launches a continuous assault, but---

"Come on! What's wrong! Is this all you've got!"

I defended against his continuous attacks of thrusting, slashing, and sweeping with the shovel.

The sparks from the collision of metal, combined with the faint glow of his spear, made it quite dazzling.

However, this guy---

"You move well. You have the spirit. But---you need to be more particular about your equipment!"

I deflected his spear with the shovel, and due to the difference in armor performance, he lost his balance. Being a lightweight type, the weight difference caused him to be deflected.

Greg's red armor was flying through the air, trying to gain distance.

Armor is also a flying weapon.

However, I extended my left hand and grabbed his right foot.

"Wh-What the---!"

He attacked my left hand with his spear, but not a single scratch appeared.

The armor Greg was using was an old model, just a decorated mass-produced item.

This guy, despite having the ability, is the same as in the game, not particular about his equipment. He probably thinks that being particular about equipment is for second-rate people.

As a result, he often sank in the war part, and I had a game over many times.

Get rid of that stupid pride!

The left hand of the Arroganz crushed the right ankle of Greg's armor. Knowing that there was no actual foot inside, I crushed it, but many girls who didn't know the structure of the armor let out screams like "Ah!"

I pulled him in and thrust the shovel into his head. I covered and crushed his left hand, which was holding the spear, with my right hand, which had let go of the shovel.

The large spear Greg was holding bent with a sound.

"Come on, try to run away~"

This time, I grabbed his right hand and crushed it, and I could hear Greg's scream.

"Damn it! Let go!"

"......I won't, you---idiot"

I destroyed Greg's armor, relying on the performance of the machine. While being careful not to hurt Greg himself, I pulled out his arm from the armor.

Greg's bare arm appeared.

The Arroganz is more than a size larger than a regular suit of armor.

"Is this fun for you! You're not a man! Fight like a knight! You're only winning because of the armor!"

I confronted him with his complaints.

"Knight? You're not a formal knight yet. By the way, if you lose in a duel with an old suit of armor, is it the armor's fault? You should lament your lack of preparation for not having a new model. No, you should be ashamed of underestimating me. But it's okay to make excuses. I lost because of the difference in armor performance, right!"

I peeled off the chest armor, and Greg's face appeared.

Frustrated that he couldn't do anything against overwhelming power, his face gradually changed from surprise to anger.

Like a child destroying a toy, the Arroganz destroyed Greg's armor. If I were Greg, it would be a traumatic scene.

Well... I won't stop, though!

When Greg realized his armor was useless, he stepped out and stood in front of me with a piece of the armor.

"Stop kidding around! I haven't lost yet. I'll fight until I die!"

Ignoring the equipment and believing in his own strength, he was even touching---no, it's not that impressive. I've been troubled by this guy.

"Well, but---"

"Come on, hurry up and attack!"

Against Greg, who repeatedly slashed at me with pieces of armor, I maintained a non-resistant stance.

Because there's no damage anyway.

Fundamentally, there's a power difference between armor and bare skin that can't be compared.

"---I don't like bullying the weak"

Then, Greg's movements stopped.

"What, what did you say? What did you just say!"

"I said I can't bully the weak like you."

"F-Fool! When have we ever bullied the weak---"

"Ahahaha! You really talk a lot. Well, since you came out with an old suit of armor, you must have had a lot of confidence in your abilities... But there are a lot of people like you in the world. I'm not at the top in terms of ability either. I had a little hope when you challenged me to a duel so confidently, but this is disappointing... You're really just a nobody. I don't like the taste of bullying a nobody, so I want to finish this quickly. I don't think you understand this feeling~"

I politely and indirectly told him that he is weak.

How kind I am.

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