NOVEL NEXT Chapter 243
<243 - Ruleless Fight>
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Sing
In the in-court survival time, 45 seconds.
Position points: 9 points.
Total: 405 points.
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Sing’s sword breaking made Son Ohchun realize how reckless his challenge was.
“That attack, if it had come at me, wouldn’t my hands have been completely severed…?”
“Don’t say something stupid.”
“Uh-huh, right? Just unnecessary worries, huh?”
“It wouldn’t just be your hands; both arms would have been torn off.”
“…”
Under Hestia’s fact-violence, Son Ohchun vividly experienced the phrase “cold sweat like rain.”
The fact that such a skill gap could exist despite a mere one-year difference was astonishing.
“What on earth is that rodent that pushed such a monster-like senior…?”
The Mouse Ball catching the Cat Beastfolk like prey flipped the natural predator-prey relationship upside down.
It was a complete subversion of common sense.
“Hee~ you managed to endure that too!”
Deadcat, who couldn’t pay attention to the dodgeball, rolled on the floor.
The ball rolled over to Oknodie’s feet.
“If it’s you, senior, you might be able to catch my sincere killing ball!”
“…Is there still another level left?”
“Oh come on. It’s obvious, after the tricolor ball and hexicolor ball, it’s time for the rainbow ball, right?”
Kiiing.
Chirping sounds that shouldn’t come from a ball echoed as the Blue Metal Ball was engulfed in a rainbow of colors.
Its power was clearly above that of the hexicolor ball.
A ball with destructive force that could cut through space, which was a mad killer ball— no amount of lives would be enough.
“Rainbow~~ Total Attack~~!”
“…Forfeit!”
Just before the unbearable power ball was about to fly, Deadcat hurriedly shouted forfeit.
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Deadcat
In-court survival time: 58 seconds.
Position points: 10 points.
Total: 580 points.
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2 seconds.
Just holding out for 2 more seconds would secure him the top score, yet Deadcat tucked its tail and ran away.
It didn’t have the confidence to endure even that short time.
“Champion: Oknodie.”
“Huh? Me?”
“Includes survival bonus.”
“But Deadcat senior got three breaking bonuses!”
“The forfeit reduces the final points to one-tenth.”
“Oh!”
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Deadcat
In-court survival time: 58 seconds.
Position points: 10 points.
Breaking bonus per person: 100 points (×3)
Total: 880 points.
Forfeit penalty final total: 88 points.
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Oknodie
In-court survival time: 60 seconds.
Position points: 4 points.
Breaking bonus per person: 100 points.
Survival bonus: 500 points.
Total: 840 points.
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Final Ranking of Individual Dodgeball:
1st place – Oknodie (840 points) – Sports Day score: 10 points
2nd place – Sing (405 points) – Sports Day score: 8 points
3rd place – Son Ohchun (150 points) – Sports Day score: 5 points
4th place – Hestia (105 points)
5th place – Deadcat (88 points)
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The final result was that the second-year senior came in last—something nobody could have predicted!
No, perhaps saying that nobody could have predicted it might be wrong.
Son Ohchun thought that maybe only one person might have predicted this outcome.
“Eh~ what do you mean ‘just dodge’!”
“…If no one had interfered, I could have caught it.”
“So does that mean we’re fighting again in the team dodgeball? That’s a promise, right?”
Deadcat rolled its eyes and slowly pulled back its feet.
“I need to go check if I placed the fish plushie I left in the room on the bed or underneath.”
Hodak!
Deadcat jumped down from the windowsill and disappeared.
Now free from the murderous intent, the first years (excluding Oknodie) finally relaxed their tension.
“Tsh tsh.”
Oknodie felt frustrated that the ultimate showdown had to be avoided at the peak moment, and Son Ohchun, wanting to escape the memories of a painful match, spoke to that annoying one.
“Hey, Mouse Ball.”
“What?”
“I hurt my hand; is it okay if I call it quits for now?”
Oknodie started to ponder when it noticed Son Ohchun’s hand, which was dripping with blood.
…He’s an injured person. Shouldn’t I let him go? Is this even a dilemma worth considering?
“Ohchun Uncle.”
“What?”
“What’s the bleeding resistance of a Monkey Humanoid?”
“… Really, why?”
“Is the bleeding volume too much to manage Bleeding Resistance without going to the Medical Building?”
This is just pure nonsense.
Contract Scammer Velocasio felt a contradiction seeing a familiar newbie laid out on the couch, bandaged up.
That disaster of a Cat Beastfolk, who seemed farthest from injury in the world, was hurt?
How is this possible?
“Did you just fight Oknodie?”
The straight-up tail was the answer.
Got thoroughly beaten, huh.
That kid really was top-tier for a first-year.
“It was an unfair rule.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“It was a loss if the corpse touched the ground.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I had to exclude disturbances from the meddling fools.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Alright, if you say ‘yeah’ one more time, I’ll cut off your head.”
“No, no.”
The sofa cushion flew past and crashed into the wall.
Kwahng.
I don’t even know if that sound is from the sofa cushion and the wall colliding.
“Get lost.”
“…Our little kitty princess gets really fierce when she pouts.”
If I hadn’t reflexively turned my head, my neck might have been broken with that force.
“Should I give you Catnip?”
“…Just a little.”
As I pondered how to appease that mischievous cat for the next few hours, someone forcefully swung open the entrance to the abandoned factory with a drururum sound.
To Deadcat, with sharp hearing, that noise was as good as saying, ‘Please kill me, anyone,’ which warned not to make loud noises—yet…!
“…”
“Huh?”
Seeing that the irritable cat didn’t immediately throw a fit but had that look of annoyance instead, a familiar laughing voice was heard.
“Ah~~ Haha Haha~!”
It was a voice that spread throughout the vast abandoned factory, reaching even the innermost closed room of the second floor.
Combined with beautiful pale skin, it was a voice that flowed through the building’s frame like a refreshing breeze.
There was only one person with that level of Noble Agassi power in the second year.
“Mandela Castera!”
“Is this the hideout of the defeated little rat that brought shame to the second-year upper class by losing to a first-year~~? Is it the doghouse of the defeated dog that boldly picked a fight and then ran away~~~?”
“…Mandela, this isn’t a good time to be like this. Deadcat might be feeling really down too…”
“Ah~~? I can’t hear the words of a wicked merchant who exploits and bullies those from the lower class~~!”
“…”
The twin-drill hair of the blonde noble lady shook as if to attack.
As a means of establishing superiority, that hairstyle performed its role quite excellently.
“Shut up… it wasn’t a fair win…”
“Wup wup~ It wasn’t a fair win~”
“It would have been different if it were outside the court…!”
“Ah~~? A second year that can’t win against a first year without fighting seriously outside of the court~~?”
While Deadcat glared daggers, Velocasio hid behind an iron plate with a makeshift shield, anticipating a chaotic scene today as usual.
Surprisingly, the two parties didn’t engage in a fight, and he was slightly baffled.
What could possibly have occurred that would make these two famed troublemakers refrain from squaring off?
“How surprising. That you wouldn’t rush in after this much provocation. Was that a fight that could deplete all your Nine Lives?”
Deadcat, who didn’t even want to respond, turned away.
…Then again, glancing over at Mandela showed a hint of suspicion.
“Pufu. How cute.”
Jjit!
Her piercing gaze intensified.
Could it be that she’s just trying to annoy Deadcat for her own amusement?
Velocasio thought so.
But Mandela, the Marquess’s daughter, wasn’t just a noble with a combat-ready hairstyle that swayed left and right.
‘Though it’s fun to tease, taking all the life stacks from a kid with real strength? Quite the feat~!’
A smile formed on Mandela’s lips.
It was a radiant smile, reminiscent of the day she found the toy named Deadcat to play with for the first time.
“Alright. I’ll step back for now.”
“…Drill Hair. Are you crazy?”
“Pufu. You say provoking doesn’t work? You already lost all your stacks, didn’t you?”
“!!”
“Don’t be so scared. Butchering a weakened cat is not a noble’s hobby.”
Her once-clicking footsteps stopped at the door.
“Oh, by the way, I have a feeling that Dodgeball will somehow appear in this year’s inter-class competition. Not that I wish for it though~~?”
“…?”
“So, make sure to charge up your stacks until Friday, when the class competition happens. You should at least take revenge on the second-year that lost to a first-year, right? Ah~~ Haha Haha~~~!”
With her joyous footsteps echoing as she walked down the metal stairs, followed by the clatter and loud bang of the closing entrance.
Despite only hearing the noise that grated on her nerves, Deadcat instead licked its hand and vowed revenge.
“Velo, give me fuel.”
“Do you really think Dodgeball will be the event for the inter-class competition as the Marquess’s daughter said?”
“I don’t care.”
Whether it happens or not, it doesn’t matter.
“In a ruleless fight, I’ll prove who wins.”