Only My Skill Tooltip Is Strange

29 – Floor 2, Gladiators of the Colosseum.

No matter how much of an administrator they are, it is impossible to treat new players recklessly.

They only controlled the trials under the authority granted by the owner of the floor.

Why can’t they act recklessly?

Just as they say fists are scarier than the law, if we only follow the logic of power, the immediate power of life and death lies with the administrator.

Why on earth?

The reason is simple.

Behind the new players, there are families from each dimension.

The administrator fears both the law and the fists.

To be precise, they fear the entities wielding the law and the fists.

One might say they cannot resist.

There is a race that such administrators can treat recklessly.

Earthlings.

They had no families or anything.

They were not under anyone’s protection, so it was okay to use them for entertainment.

Toys.

Daimus, the administrator of the First Colosseum, wholeheartedly agreed with that statement.

“Kill them! Devour them all!”

“Enjoy it slowly! Don’t finish it quickly!”

“Considering the price of the admission ticket, we have to show as much as possible!”

The crowd roared loudly.

There were players with the same status as Earthlings, and there were those who were born and raised on the second floor.

Their only pleasure was watching the players’ struggles in this Colosseum.

What the Earthlings were about to show was closer to a massacre than a struggle, but no one cared much.

Roar-!

The black lion roared.

It bared its teeth as it looked down at the prey in front of it.

‘It hasn’t eaten for days for this moment. Of course.’

Its eyes rolled back.

It looked like it would devour the Earthlings at any moment.

But it didn’t.

It exercised patience, suppressing its hunger, unlike a typical beast.

It instinctively knew.

That it had to satisfy the watching crowd.

The black lion glared at the Earthlings, then leaped and bit into one of them.

The Earthling couldn’t even dodge a simple charge and offered its body.

The human torso fit right into the black lion’s jaws.

Crunch-!

It didn’t swallow the long-awaited meat quietly.

It bit into the waist, tearing the Earthling’s body in half.

The weak body couldn’t withstand it.

“Screeeech!”

The tattered lower half was discarded on the ground.

Blood spurted and intestines spilled out.

“Ugh. Ugh!”

“What is this? Why, why is this happening all of a sudden!”

At the horrific sight, the remaining Earthlings turned pale.

Some were crying, tears and snot streaming down their faces.

They had somewhat expected to experience something similar to the first floor.

But they didn’t expect to be thrown into such a place as soon as they came up.

If it were just the situation, she wouldn’t have cried so sorrowfully as if the world was ending.

The woman couldn’t endure this atmosphere.

The gazes expecting her death.

The emotions in their expressions were too blatant for her to hold back her tears.

The frenzied cheers of the crowd turned her mind to mush.

It was the same for the other Earthlings.

Though they didn’t cry, they all felt unjust and resentful.

Roar-!

The black lion charges again.

The Earthlings flee.

The crowd roars.

Some people were betting.

Men and women.

Who will be the last survivor?

“There are more males, so statistically, the males have a higher chance of winning.”

“Tsk tsk. Don’t forget that most Earthlings who try to survive are men. The Black Lager is smart enough to target those who resist first.”

“Then you bet on the females! I’ll bet on the males!”

There’s no way an Earthling could defeat a Giant Black Lager.

Thus, it was a bet on the gender of the last Earthling to die.

Hell.

Pandemonium.

Fleeing Earthlings.

The black lion chasing the moving meat.

In the midst of it all, an Errorian gestured.

Swoosh-!

A translucent ice wall rose, trapping the black lion that was busy devouring a person.

“What, what is that?”

“There are quite a few similar skills.”

“Prison Frozen. It’s a D-rank skill.”

All eyes focused.

“What did they do on the first floor before sending it up?”

“It’s that weird dragon administrator. Don’t try to understand.”

“A human with a D-rank skill….”

Administrator Daimus, the spectators who were just waiting for everyone to die, all stared at the error person in shock.

Expressions of unexpectedness.

The error person frowned and muttered.

“The reactions are really something.”

* * *

I hadn’t used the skill.

My damage formula is different from others, just in case.

‘Using it openly in front of the administrator is a bit….’

What if they sensed something strange?

I decided it was best not to create any unnecessary trouble.

─ Be careful. You never know what Blinky might do. I can’t stop it then. You understand, right?

Joo Sohee also used to drop a word or two about Blinky.

‘Girls keeping each other in check….’

I thought it might be overreacting, but there’s no harm in being cautious.

So I rejected Blinky’s proposal and went straight up to the second floor.

‘This should be fine.’

But as soon as I got to the second floor, the arena.

I was thrown as prey for a fierce beast.

I watched the situation and then activated the skill.

It would have been better to use it right away, but I had to be cautious.

I couldn’t save everyone.

Prison Frozen.

A simple skill called Ice Prison.

A semi-transparent ice wall trapped the black lion.

The activation speed was faster than I thought.

‘If you’re determined to dodge, you can dodge it.’

About one second.

For the players, one second was longer than they thought.

But the black lion couldn’t avoid it.

Grrr-!

It wasn’t because it was slow, but because it didn’t expect me to use a skill.

Being preoccupied with swallowing a person also had some effect.

“…Everyone, stay calm.”

As soon as the black lion was trapped, a white man comforted the terrified Earthlings.

‘I was going to use Hatchling Breath.’

The atmosphere flowed strangely.

“You all bought skills, right? Let’s try using them.”

A mini-game hastily prepared by Blinky.

I wasn’t the only one who participated in the betting on the outcome.

Other Earthlings also increased their odds of winning with the answers they knew.

They must have increased their gold.

Whether it was skills, equipment, or artifacts, they would have bought within the limits of their money.

Their eyes changed.

They seemed to have resolved to survive.

‘The 0th floor, the 1st floor… It wasn’t a futile process.’

You could say they adapted to the Tower of Struggle in their own ways.

‘Not bad.’

I can handle the black lion alone here.

It seems quite possible.

But then, too much attention would be drawn.

To be honest, unwanted attention in a strange place is a disadvantage.

There’s no benefit in letting everyone know about my existence.

‘…It’s also good to disperse aggro like this.’

I should quietly blend in.

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I did my part by boosting their courage with Prison Frozen.

Thud-!

The black lion crashed into the ice wall.

The sound was louder than I had imagined.

It felt like the weight of the beast was being transmitted through the air.

“Let’s scatter.”

The white man spoke his plan.

“Scatter, and when that thing targets one of us, hit it in the back of the head with a skill. Those with long-range skills….”

It was an uneasy plan.

But there was no other choice.

There was no better plan.

People glanced at each other and nodded.

Some were terrified, but they couldn’t go against the majority.

Thud-!

The black lion collided.

It struggled to break through the ice wall.

Roar-!

The black lion’s roar.

The scattered corpses made the roar even more terrifying.

Thud-!

Thud-!

“…….”

The black lion collided.

It kept ramming its body.

But the ice wall showed no signs of breaking.

The spectators, sensing something strange, began to shout.

“What is this? What’s going on? Why isn’t it coming out!”

“Damn it! Are you guys rigging this?!”

“That’s not a Giant Black Lager, is it? This doesn’t make sense!”

I checked the information on Prison Frozen again.

‘…10,000.’

My Prison Frozen creates an ice wall with a durability of about 10,000.

10,000.

How bad is it?

‘…The Hatchling Breath damage is roughly 5,000.’

Elemental damage is influenced by natural forces.

So, about 5,000.

The tooltip bug inflated the damage to 5,000.

Most players can’t withstand my Hatchling Breath.

Unless they have over 5,000 health or a skill that reduces elemental damage.

Otherwise, they all die without exception.

Overwhelming violence.

The durability of that ice wall is twice that.

It takes two shots of Hatchling Breath, which sweeps the area, to break the Prison Frozen.

‘Actually, the durability doesn’t make sense.’

If people weren’t watching, I would have smacked my forehead.

‘Of course.’

Wanting to avoid attention was purely my wish, an unattainable desire.

The moment I fell into this arena.

Being in the spotlight was a predetermined fate.

‘…Why.’

It seems only Earthlings were summoned, so why am I included?

Did the phantom tome malfunction?

【Race – Earthling】

“…….”

I was definitely a Black Dragon on the first floor.

But now, it seems the race setting has been reset.

It appears I was reset to Earthling while passing through the portal.

That’s why I was summoned here.

‘It can’t be helped.’

I didn’t want this.

To give credibility to the durability of the Prison Frozen, I have only one choice.

【Race – White Dragon】

This time, I go as a white dragon.

Setting the race, I released the Prison Frozen and simultaneously shot a Hatchling Breath at the black lion.

A pure white chill was exhaled.