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39 – 2nd Floor, Score Duel.

Popular matches have something in common.

Players risk their lives.

Crowds especially gathered when it was the last chance.

“Didn’t three die last time?”

“Yes. They must have filled the team. Seven won’t be easy.”

“But the limits are clear.”

In a floor where the only entertainment was the Colosseum matches, a team that seemed doomed to disappear soon was as popular as a star.

“What? They put an Earthling in the team?”

“Names I’ve never seen before…”

“Looks like they’re using them as meat shields to avoid elimination.”

It was a widely known basic strategy to put a player with ample anti-elimination options in front.

It was the only way relatively weak Earthlings could be of any value.

“I wonder if they can hunt the griffin with that.”

The audience was skeptical.

“Well, if they die, they die. It’s not like I’m the one dying.”

“That’s true.”

The Colosseum began to fill up little by little.

Since the Scarlet Team was fighting with the final option to avoid elimination, there were more spectators than usual.

‘This will make it easier to secure causality.’

However, Daimus had no intention of using the causality he obtained this time.

Error.

The White Dragon over there would take care of it.

The Scarlet Team entered the first Colosseum.

They stood in the center of the arena with faces clearly showing their tension.

“Welcome, players.”

The cheers of the crowd overwhelmed them.

“Die! Damn it. Kill them all!”

“I believe they can at least take down the Griffin!”

Interest beyond mere spectatorship.

“I bet on the Scarlet Team losing.”

“Of course, the Griffin will win, right? The gap left by the ones who died last time is too big.”

It was because of gambling.

With gambling, the spectators could immerse themselves even more in the match.

“Of all things, they filled the team with Earthlings. Are they just asking to die?”

“They probably couldn’t find enough people.”

“…If they had the option, there would be no reason to join that team. If they didn’t have the option, they would have to avoid it somehow unless they wanted to die together… A dead end?”

There are limits to hastily gathered team members.

It wasn’t so strange to expect the Scarlet Team’s defeat.

‘Idiots.’

Among the murmuring crowd, a group of intermediates blended in.

Members of the Bolt-less Bolt Team.

‘That crazy martial artist will beat the Griffin to death.’

At the moment Bolt died in one blow, there was no time to think about anything.

Instinctively, he drew his sword and was busy responding.

After fleeing as if being chased, he organized his thoughts while reflecting on the series of events.

─ Is it possible to kill someone with a single slap?

─ Bolt. Wasn’t that guy’s durability quite high?

─ In the first place, there aren’t many players on the second floor who can kill someone with a single strike.

Occasionally, absurd monsters do come up.

Since it’s the Tower of Struggle, it couldn’t be ruled out as impossible.

─ Isn’t it right to see this as Bolt committing suicide?

─ Raise your hand if you plan to avenge Bolt here.

─ No one? Okay.

Bolt’s team failed to recognize the monster and paid the price.

‘I’ll make sure to get more than that.’

Bolt’s life worth?

They’ll win it back through betting.

They bet all their wealth on the Scarlet team’s victory.

The odds were a whopping 6 to 1.

If the Scarlet team wins, they’ll have enough money to live comfortably for half a year.

Of course, due to the gladiator rules, they would have to fight every week.

Considering efficiency, they could avoid participating in dangerous matches.

“Win.”

“Smash the Griffin’s head just like you slapped Bolt!”

Just as yesterday’s enemy can become today’s ally, they began to cheer for the Errorian who was their enemy four hours ago.

「Your opponent is the Griffin. It’s quite a popular beast in the Colosseum.」

Daimus briefly explained.

It was meaningless information for the experienced ones, but considerate for the Earthlings participating for the first time.

「The Griffin will fly when its life is in danger. If possible, it’s best to deal with it before that.」

It wouldn’t be too difficult for the Errorian.

Clang-. Clang-!

The bound Griffin went berserk.

It crashed its body against the iron bars, trying to break out.

「Show us. Your struggle.」

With Daimus’s words, the iron gate opened.

The griffin sprang out swiftly and roared.

A raptor’s head on a mammal’s body.

The hybrid’s appearance alone scattered an aura of intimidation.

“……”

The Earthling, seeing a griffin in person for the first time, couldn’t help but shrink back.

The error-man stepped forward.

He was wearing the Secutor helmet he had obtained as a reward from the first-floor mini-game.

“Who the hell is that guy?”

“Must be an Earthling.”

Why did he step forward?

The spectators couldn’t understand his antics.

Even Daimus couldn’t grasp what he was trying to do.

‘Just breathe fire and it’s over.’

What the hell.

What is he trying to do?

“Iron Mace.”

The error-man charged at the griffin.

Like a brute martial artist.

The griffin pecked at the error-man with its beak.

It didn’t matter how many shabby humans there were.

I’ll poke holes all over that slender body.

“……!”

The griffin’s beak was harder than steel.

Most equipment would be torn like paper, and most durability wouldn’t withstand the attack.

Dodging was the best strategy.

But what was this situation?

“Iron Mace.”

The error-man blocked the griffin’s attack with his body.

Even though he could dodge, he didn’t. He collided head-on.

Strength against strength.

“`

“What, what! You weren’t an Earthling?!”

“A martial artist? Why is a martial artist wearing such a helmet?”

“That could be possible.”

“The martial arts specialized in defense are from Shaolin. No way!”

Misunderstandings about the error person are forming.

“Fire!”

The members of the Scarlet Team launched an attack on the griffin.

As discussed beforehand, they only used long-range skills.

Some of them even looked like magic.

Skills that appeared flashy on the surface.

Boom-! Fwoosh-!

The error person hid their body in the storm.

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They wrapped their fist in a powerful strike and thrust it out.

Screeech-!

Sensing the killing intent, the griffin flapped its wings to create distance, but it was already too late.

The error person maximized their agility stats to chase the griffin’s speed.

Thud-!

A single blow that ignored the overwhelming difference in size.

The powerful strike hit the griffin’s torso, and the griffin lost all its life force and died instantly.

Thud-.

The heavy body fell.

The dust that rose up slowly settled, and standing tall at the center was the error person.

“Namo Amitabha.”

The error person clasped their hands together towards the dead griffin, pretending to be a Shaolin monk.

“Oh, oh wow!”

“How did they win! Is this even possible?!”

Cheers.

Those who purely came to watch the match cheered.

And criticism.

Those who had bet money on the gambling den spat out colorful curses and insults.

“`

“Fuck!”

“Is it even possible for the Griffin to lose to those guys? Shaolin? Is Shaolin everything? They just blocked a single strike!”

“Shut up! You b*stards!”

The members of the Boltless Bolt team cursed.

They were unable to contain their excitement from winning money.

‘What the hell is this guy?’

‘Isn’t he just a piece of shit?’

‘Isn’t he easier than that so-called martial artist or whatever?’

The Boltless Bolt team.

They remembered how they had panicked and run away from the martial artist.

A damn frustrating memory.

They wanted to shake it off.

Just then, they noticed some seemingly weaklings nearby.

They didn’t hide their emotions.

They took full advantage of the noisy situation and swung their fists.

Puh-ack-!

“This fucking b*stard. Who’s cursing at whom!”

It was unclear who threw the first punch.

Does it even matter in the chaos?

People didn’t even distinguish each other and just threw their fists.

A hellish scene.

The violence that started with the Boltless Bolt team spread like wildfire throughout the entire audience.

Until when?

Until the administrator, Daimus, stepped in.

“Surviving stubbornly, you little bugs.”

Despite the commotion, there was a group looking down at the arena.

They carefully watched the departing Scarlet team and then left the audience area.

* * *

They held a victory celebration.

It was a company dinner.

“Keruk. I believed in the Error Man!”

Gorak said with a beaming smile.

He seemed quite pleased with the game result.

“Everyone must have come to watch, thinking we would lose the survival option.”

“Exactly!”

Scarlett and the other members did not have good feelings towards the spectators.

The reason was the same as the feeling I had during the Earthling massacre entertainment.

No one would gladly accept that shitty situation of being treated like a toy.

“As expected, it’s you, brother.”

Kim Min-sung approached and whispered.

“You’re hiding your identity, right? If you get too much attention, it will disrupt the plan.”

“……”

It was true that I held back some skills to avoid attention.

But disrupt the plan?

How can there be a disruption when there is no plan?

At times like this, it’s best to remain silent.

“I will definitely find the hidden piece. Trust me.”

Kim Min-sung, who had been staring at me, made a serious vow.

The hidden piece, which may or may not exist, let him find it on his own.

I turned my attention away from him.

I tilted my glass.

One Nero Cooper for three glasses.

Considering the exorbitant prices, I had to savor every sip.

Ding. Ding-.

The bell rang loudly.

Several customers came rushing in.

They looked around the pub and then approached this way.

‘Damn dog head…’

Or not.

Is it a wolf?

“Worm. The disgrace of Wild Kingdom. You managed to survive.”

“……”

Who are they talking about?

Everyone except the three Earthlings, including myself, seemed to know them.

Scarlett, who had emptied her beer mug, suddenly stood up.

“You b*stards. Coming back to cause trouble again.”

“Human. Don’t act rashly.”

The atmosphere turned tense.