I’m the Only One With a Different Genre

47 – Are Residents of the Comedy World Invincible? Is That Okay?

[ Wow, there are quite a few promising ones this time! ]

Approaching the arena with a leisurely stride, as if going for a stroll, a menacing voice echoed through the arena.

Curious if there were even powerful magical beings, I looked toward the side where the heavy iron bars were lowered.

Clang, clang!

The numerous iron bars all opened, and from inside, dozens, if not hundreds, of magical beings began to emerge. The arena plunged into a frenzy.

“Woohoo!”

“Kkiyaaaah!”

Almost like screams, I spoke to the magical sword.

“Is it okay with so many?”

[ Ha, what do you take this body for? This is a piece of cake! ]

The magical sword demanded that I take the same posture as before, and I obediently complied.

[ ‘Blood Wave’ ]

The magical beings rushing towards me instantly stood on a sea of blood. The blood surged mercilessly, engulfing the magical beings in an instant.

Shaaah!

However, there was one difference from before.

“Kieeek!”

“Creak…”

Despite the sweeping waves, a few monsters managed to survive. They weren’t in perfect condition, but they weren’t dying either.

“[Krr, only the ones worth eating are left!]”

The sound of Mageom swallowing saliva echoed. How could he make a swallowing sound without a mouth?

Contemplating this, I looked at the monster charging towards us. The creature, resembling an elephant with bipedal movement, had eight arms, each wielding a sword with a blade as large as mine.

Hwoong, hwoo-woo-.

The trembling blades emitted a subtly ominous aura.

“Can we defeat that thing?”

If there was no way, maybe getting swallowed and cutting my way out from the inside could work. Or perhaps, jamming a knife into its throat when it tried to devour me.

“[Ha, of course!]”

Fortunately, it seemed there was a solution without having to enter the unpleasant creature’s mouth. Mageom instructed me to thrust the sword into the ground. Doing as he said, I drove the sword straight into the ground.

Chaaak!

A long line began to appear on the ground. This time, Mageom was silent, as if he hadn’t bothered to think of a skill name.

The line made of blood almost reached the elephant-like monster’s nose. As the blood touched the creature’s toes,

Chwaaak -.

The blood gushed into the air, engulfing the monster. It looked as if the creature was being swallowed by darkness.

“Kraaaah! Kueek!”

The monster writhed and screamed, but it couldn’t resist the blood that engulfed its entire body. Where the monster had stood, there was now a mass of blood the size of the creature itself.

As a silence settled in the arena due to the overwhelming scene, the monsters that had been charging toward us halted their steps, eyeing the mass of blood.

Kugung, chwaaak!

The blood mass rising in the air began to compress as if pressure were applied to it. Simultaneously, bright red blood flowed out from beneath the mass.

Like squeezing a lemon, the monster poured blood under the pressure of the blood mass, spilling its blood due to the constriction.

The spilled blood crawled along the ground and returned to Mageom.

“[Huaat, haa -.. Delicious.]”

In a moaning manner, Mageom enjoyed his meal. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked,

“Is my blood delicious, or is it the monster’s blood?”

“[Huh? Obviously, the blood of the contractor is much tastier.]”

His words left me with a strange feeling. Should I be proud of this or not? As I pondered, the mass of blood shrank to the size of a child’s fist.

Kwajik!

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

“[Now, onto the next meal!]”

The voice of anger echoed, and the blood flowing from the demonic sword split into twelve streams, heading towards the frozen monsters. In an instant, twelve puddles of blood formed. What would happen next was evident without the need for further observation.

Squelch, squelch, thud!

Cruel sounds resounded successively, and various blood colors—green, blue, red—poured onto the ground. The demonic sword greedily sought blood.

“Even after feasting like that, no significant change?”

When the demonic sword absorbed my blood, it not only increased in size but also became more viscous. In contrast, absorbing the blood of the monsters seemed to yield little change.

[ Well, the quantity absorbed from you is like the size of a lake. These creatures’ blood wouldn’t even fill a spoon. ]

In the midst of a pointless conversation, only the demonic sword and I remained in the arena. After pulling out the sword embedded in the ground, I looked towards the now-silent spectator seats.

[ Ah, I forgot about this. ]

“Huh? What?”

[ I got too excited and instinctively released the life force. ]

“You don’t feel anything?”

[ Well, you’re my contractor, so it makes sense for you not to. ]

The life force was quite helpful when hunting. It made the opponent’s body sluggish and prevented them from escaping. In that opening, the demonic sword hunted the prey as if harvesting crops.

‘Well, I’ll take advantage of this opening.’

The announcer lingering after each match was uncomfortable, and I didn’t want to hear the noisy sounds to the point of causing ear pain, so I instructed not to collect the life force until I left.

“Grr… Krkk…”

The life force of the demonic sword seemed stronger than expected. The massive slave guarding the passage, who had been foaming at the mouth, lay collapsed, making groaning sounds. Seeing him twitching with rolled-back eyes, my mood improved.

‘This guy must be the one who cursed at Iris last time.’

Although I unintentionally sought revenge, it felt really good. After telling the demonic sword to collect the life force, I stepped inside the passage.

Bubble, bubble.

As the life force disappeared, confusion settled in the previously silent arena. The bubbling sound, not long ago, transformed into an enormous cheer.

***

“Woahhhh!”

The resounding cheer echoed in Totojen’s residence, protected by soundproof magic. He sat in a chair with a bewildered expression, wearing a blank look.

His expression resembled that of someone who had invested everything in a room, only to see it fail miserably.

‘How… can this happen?’

To Totojen, Lian was the embodiment of the ‘unknown.’ The purity akin to a blank white canvas seemed to be easily tainted.

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However, Lian was the opposite. Even if one poured impurities onto a pure white canvas, it remained untouched, as if coated to repel any dirt.

It looked dignified, emphasizing his own filth and fueling his anger.

Totojen had forgotten his goal of ‘corrupting pure children.’ All that remained for him now was the desire for victory and pride.

“If hundreds aren’t enough, prepare thousands!’

He gazed at the empty arena with a fiery intensity.

“Now, for the next match! Right away…!”

Regardless of his mood, the events in the arena continued. The next match was a fight between gladiators.

‘…!’

Totogen stepped into the arena, smiling broadly as he watched two slaves wielding swords.

“This is it!”

If it feels so powerful that even dozens or hundreds of demons seem insignificant, just deliver a psychological shock!

“The next match for those slaves will be a gladiator fight!”

“Yes, understood.”

Totogen wickedly chuckled and sank deep into the sofa.

‘This time for sure…!’

Once again, Totogen harbored futile hope today.

***

“Hey.”

“…?”

As I was about to return to my room from the elevator, the man who had visited my room last time blocked my way. This time, he wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by about three slaves.

“They say you were abandoned by Lady Bianca?”

“Yes?”

What’s he talking about?

“Well, complaining won’t help. Lady Bianca has already heard about it.”

‘Ah, is he talking about the disciple?’

Rumors have a way of getting exaggerated. The story of rejecting the disciple seemed to have spread strangely. I was about to deny it, waving my hands, but the man spoke with a determined expression.

“Even though your skills are nothing, it seems like you managed to get a decent item somewhere and are prospering.”

‘Oh, how did he know?’

I looked at my own hand unintentionally, feeling embarrassed.

“Your skills couldn’t possibly be the reason for your success, right?”

Even if the weight of my blood in the enhanced dark magic is not even 2%, 98% of the power he uses comes from me. So, if I were to explain that 98% is my skill… it would seem too pathetic, so I kept quiet.

“…”

As I remained silent, he became even more determined.

“Because of trash like you, we’re suffering. You should know your place.”

He raised his index finger and pushed it firmly into my shoulder.

“What’s the matter? Can’t accept it?”

“Hmm?”

It seemed like he was talking to me as if giving a lecture, but I let it go through one ear and out the other. What was he saying? My calm expression must have been filled with dissatisfaction, although I didn’t realize it myself.

Surprised beyond measure, I found myself answering in a playful tone, “Hmm?” They stared at me, faces stiffening, thinking maybe I was challenging them.

“I’ll show you your place; follow me!”

I was dragged to the rooftop for a confrontation on their terms. I intended to refuse since I needed to go see Iris, but suddenly, other slaves surrounded me. It seemed like they were closing in, making sure I couldn’t escape elsewhere.

“Ugh, it seems like they’ll keep bothering me if I don’t deal with this now.”

It was better to resolve the issue at once and avoid future trouble. Without any resistance, I followed them. We arrived at the training ground.

Clang.

As soon as we arrived, one of them threw a sword at me. It was an ordinary iron sword.

“If you don’t have that weird sword, you’re just an ordinary weakling.”

He confidently smiled, pointing at the sword on the ground.

“Come on in. Let me show you the difference in our levels!”