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A Cheap, OP Brawler - Chapter 15

Published at 29th of March 2022 06:40:30 AM


Chapter 15

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“No … we’re too late,” Ms. Gallofree whispers as she watches in paled horror at the massacre the hooded guy’s creating. Ren and Erizora from my team also watch the bloodshed in a grimace. I also just notice the strange lizard girl standing next to Ms. Gallofree is watching the slaughter. I wonder how long she’s been here, but don’t take too much time to cling on it.

More importantly, I’m somehow able to see names as well as HP and MP bars above people’s heads now. Looking above the lizard girl’s head, I learn that her name’s Umeiyon.

“What’s going on?” I ask myself.

“It’s the cursed weapon I spoke to thee about,” Ms. Gallofree answers while turning to me, but not in the right context to what I was asking earlier. “The weapon that possesses the wielder to take the lives of anyone in sight, bringing catastrophe to whoever and wherever it goes, the Cursed Misfortune Tanto of Nyra. The damn White Rapture was foolish enough to set it free from its prison and is now causing havoc to Dondegarm, and possibly all of the Demon-Kin’s Territory!”

“… Wait, a tanto? A weapon like that exists here, too?”

“What art thou talking about?! Is that really the only thing thou got out of what I just said?!”

I mean, a kanabo like Erizora’s being here is one thing, but if a traditional Japanese weapon like a tanto is here as well, why wouldn’t I be surprised? Then again, I’m just as overwhelmed by the many names and bars above people’s heads as they passed by, watching some who got caught by the rampaging man get cut and stabbed, quickly bringing their HP bars down to 0 before I see ‘KO’ blinking over their names.

Ow, are seeing all of these things making my head hurt?

[You have now reached ‘Size Up LV 2!’]

That was fast. Wait, is that why I’m seeing all of this now? Could ‘Size Up’ be some kind of appraisal skill?

“Ugh! Never mind! Mr. Jinma, I may not know how fast thou travel, but thou need to get out of here and warn Dondegarm’s lord about this! I must stay here to direct the remaining citizens to safety and make sure she and the guild master do not get harmed—”

“Look out!”

Schick!

“… Huh?”

At the corner of my gaze, I noticed the hooded man quickly coming this way, aiming towards Ms. Gallofree. I instinctively rushed between them to stop his attack on her, thinking my high DEF would help deal little harm to me.

However, I didn’t expect this tanto to stab me the same way as any other knife would … no, this one’s stab into my flesh was as smooth and clean as stabbing into pudding. I stand there in a similar scenario as the last few moments before my death on Earth, a sharp wound to my stomach, but this time, I’m desperately gripping the stabber’s arm in place and not let him pull the weapon out.

““[Mr.] Jinma!””

I hear a chorus of feminine screams ringing in the air, one of them I could make out to be Lili’s even if it’s smaller and from a farther distance than the others. Time seems to be slowing down for me more than usual, even with my current level of AGI, a ringing fills my head, and I feel a burning sensation from the tanto. In my peripheral, I see my HP bar steadily decreasing.

Fuck … am I really going to die like this again, after not even one day of living in this new world?

The hooded man’s arm trembles as it tries to pull the weapon out. I look up to see the man under the hood, seeing his face pale, drenched in cold sweat and tears, and twisted in agonizing pain after taking a closer look at his profile. Above his face, I read that his name is ‘Rasholl.’

“Help … me …” Rasholl wheezes. I then notice the same emblem that the other cultists wear patched on his white-sleeved arm. If this guy is dressed differently like Gin and the few other subordinates, he must be of another Advanced Class.

Hearing his cry for help though … I find my body contracting and trembling.

Help you? After everything you and your psychopathic servants have done to this city and its people, you want my help now while you got this fucking knife in my gut? Do you realize how much you …?

My mind races and flashes back to the last few moments of my death on Earth, right up to the stab wound by the co-worker I thought I could trust. She, who had helped me settle into that shady loan company; who I thought I could relate to having to work at such a place for the sake of our loved ones; who had kindly returned favors for me teaching her how to cook even though it wasn’t necessary; who had supported me while attending my mom’s funeral.

The few seconds after her stab to my gut, I remember seeing her face drenched from that night’s rain and tears as she shoved the knife that killed me further inside.

The thing that stood out the most to me that night were her eyes, devoid of life and kindness, as if she were hypnotized or put under some spell.

“Please … help me.”

I don’t know if I was hearing things, but that was the last thing I heard before I slapped her hard enough in the face to send her flying off to the side. A ringing sound overwhelms the few words I spoke then, my vision growing blurry in some parts, before it ended with her running away in full clarity in sight and sound. I don’t know what brought me into taking such actions, I wasn’t even aware of my body was doing such a thing. It was like I was cut off from all reason, all of reality, and I just watched how it all went down like an observer looking through the killer’s eyes in a horror movie flick.

The confusion and rage from back then fill my mind again as I glare at the pathetic look on this guy’s mug. If the contrasting plea for help while hurting me wasn’t enough to piss me off, the next few words I hear from a new voice put me over the edge.





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