Alex approaches the two ‘friendly’ fighters with a beaming smile, ceasing his Ten immediately and allowing his Aura to leak out like that of a normal person. Menchi uses Zetsu and steps aside, nning to let Alex handle the situation. Exuding confidence, he says, “Oh wow, it’s really you two! I’m a huge fan of your fights! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Alex Kerber!” A small but visible blue sh appears in his eyes. <strong>[Commander Shepard’s Dog Tag]</strong>, activating.
The two fighters exchange surprised nces, clearly taken aback and struggling to collect their thoughts. Finally, one of them replies, “Yeah, nice to meet you too, I suppose. I’m Kell. So, you’ve made it to the 200 ss, huh? Are you looking for a fight?”
“You… you want to fight me? This is like a dreame true! To go up against realbat artists like you!” Alex exims, struggling to contain his excitement. “I’ve had quite a bit of trouble on thest floors, and as you can see, I even broke some ribs.” He lifts his shirt, revealing arge, bandaged area where the skin is swollen and discolored.
Both fighters nce at the wound on Alex’s body, their expressions shifting to concern. It’s clear they realize he isn’t in any condition to take on a fight right now.
However, the other fighter’s face lights up with a mischievous grin as he says, “Yeah, you’ll need to give it some time before you jump into the ring. But I advise you to step in as soon as you can. Otherwise, people might start to look down on you, and rumors could start to swirl. You can trust me on this. I’m Nibul, the Gentleman of floor 200; my words are worth something!”
“Yeah, you have a point… but I need to give my wound some time to heal. Honestly, I might not stand a chance against you, but it would be a memory for the ages—to fight you in an official Heavens Arena match. That’s a story I’d love to share with my grandkids someday. So, how about it? Maybe a few weeks from now? By then, my wound should be mostly healed.”
Kell and Nibul exchange nces, trying hard to hide their smiles and excitement. Kell seizes the opportunity and suggests, “Yeah, we’re kind of busy as you may know. We wouldn’t typically consider fighting someone like you—it would be bad for our reputation. But I guess if it means that much to you, we could squeeze you into our schedule. How about we schedule the fights right now?”
“REALLY?” Alex exims, a big smile spreading across his face. “YES, OF COURSE! Sorry for being so excited. I would love to set up my fight with you two right now.”
“Fine, we’ll do you this favor, rookie. Nobody can say Kell and Nibul are unweing to neers. Let’s schedule the fights. I need to fight in 2 weeks, and you, Kell, only have a few days longer, right? So let’s schedule my fight in 2 weeks and yours 3 dayster. Don’t worry about this A… A…”
“Alex Kerber!” Alex interjects, looking a bit embarrassed but showing a hint of anger.
“Yes, Alex, of course. I’ll be going easy on you, so you don’t have to worry about fighting just 3 dayster. It will be a nice, fair fight!”@@novelbin@@
“Sure, no problem. I guess if you’re going easy like you said, we can do it that way… I’m trusting you, okay?” Alex replies, looking a bit worried.
Alex and his two ‘idols’ approach the counter again and immediately schedule their fights. The attendant nces at Kell, Nibul, and Alex, showing a hint of confusion but decides not to mention anything other than the fights.
Just a few minutester, Kell and Nibul chuckle. “Well, thank you so much for the free wins… hahaha. We’ll see you in a few weeks!”
Alexughs and waves, feigning excitement. As his future opponents leave, Menchi reappears with a smile, saying, “Decided to use the opportunity?”
Alex responds, “Yes, I have a n. I, of course, epted their ridiculous challenges. The people who are so weak, desperate, and talentless that they can only win by challenging and actively hunting for rookies are bound to be extremely weak. Perfect enemies for me to gain some experience and essentially get free wins from.”
He continues, “Anyway, this was quite unexpected. Let’s meet back up with Sua. Change of ns, I guess!”
Just a few minutester, after calling the old hustler, she immediately scolds them: “I TOLD YOU TO WAIT. WHY DID YOU ACCEPT THESE FIGHTS?” she screams angrily.
“Well, I saw an opportunity and took it. They must be weak if they act like a bunch of arrogant show-offs. I can’t believe they didn’t question my act, he replies, thinking, <em>Guess</em><strong><em> Basic Eloquence lvl 3</em></strong><em>, my high CHA, and </em><strong><em>[Commander Shepard’s Dog Tag]</em></strong><em> are as effective as ever.</em><em></em>
“Sua… I have a request,” Alex says. “You know a lot of fighters and rookie hunters, right? Can you spread some rumors about me being a total idiot and gullible as hell? If these rookies are as arrogant as those two buffoons before, and they won''t even bother to check out my old fights, I need to exploit this NOW.”
“How do you n to exploit that?” Sua asks.
“Simple. I want to throw out as much bait as possible. I want every single rookie hunter to target me! I want to schedule as many fights as I can. Also, please talk to the attendant so she doesn’t mention that I’m epting matches left and right. I want ten matches scheduled—right now! Before I even fight once, I want all of them within 50 days! I just need a week or so to rest, which gives me a bit more than 40 days to fight ten opponents,” Alex demands.
Menchi grins at Alex, clearly impressed with his scheme. He is deep in thought but remains silent about it.
Sua acts as if Alex wants to engage, and while Alex openly shows his face around the tower, visiting restaurants and attending events—he is approached by numerous fighters, all resembling creepy hunters, who desperately want to challenge him.
However, Alex does not immediately ept their challenges. He ys along at first so they don’t be suspicious.
A few dayster, Alex''s efforts pay off. Sua’s connections, schemes, and reputation,bined with Alex’s seemingly naive and weak demeanor, easily attract the exact type of fighters he expects: desperate, crude individuals without a hint of earnestness. It takes him a few more days, but to his own surprise, his n works wlessly. Less than a weekter, Alex has a total of ten fights scheduled, just as he had hoped.
It is now the sixth day after hisst fight.
He lies on the bed, his upper body naked, while Menchi sits atop him. “Please tell me it won’t hurt,” he pleads.
“Don’t be such a pathetic wimp!” Menchi replies, almost giggling in anticipation, as she quickly pulls off Alex’s bandage in one swift motion.
“FUCK, SHIT! THIS HURTS!” Alex screams while Menchiughs.
Alex throws her off him and stands up. He does a few quick training exercises and notes: “I’m back to around 90%,” Secretly thinking, <em>and more importantly, my HP Is back at 100%. I am ready for my next fight.</em>
“So when is your first fight scheduled, huh? Want to do some sparring to get you back into shape?” Menchi asks, a cheeky grin on her face.
“Two more days. I did my best to spread them out as evenly as possible. I made up so many ridiculous excuses that I can’t wait for them to realize their error. I can’t believe they actually did exactly what I wanted—what fine hunters they are. No wonder these bottom feeders can only dream about bing floor masters. A few out of a hundred of those pathetic weaklings may actually seed in farming ten wins like that, but how will they ever win against a true floor master without any real experience? After my first few fights, they’ll all know what’s in store for them, and they’ll be angry, confused, and utterly humiliated. I wonder if they will even try to fight against me,” Alex responds, excited that his scheme has seemingly worked well enough to trick ten of them at the same time.
“Heh, you are a real piece of work, I gotta admit. Now show me if you’ve forgotten how to fight during your week of recovery!” Menchi says, taking on a fighting stance.
“Here we go again…” Alex says dejectedly, but he still aims to fight as hard as he can.